Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with One Tree Hill. This is the second volume of A Time of Fortune's Favor. Nathan/Niall and Haley/Haf. Loane/Lucas and Bruele/Brooke. Thanks to thibbs65 and othfangirl for the reviews. Please read and review. I remain as always, confuzed1978.
Legend Elicits Shadow's Peril
Lord Duray is quite displeased with his pretty ones. The little baggage had rushed to fuck the boy as quick as she could. This girl was quite cunning and would receive some type of punishment. He looks on as she remains pierced by her lover's sword.
Haf whispers, "I am sorry, my love."
"Matters not, my love. We will leave this place together. My love for you will not falter no matter the circumstances," Niall answers a little more loudly as he looks directly at Lord Duray.
"A challenge from a body slave…interesting," he calls over his shoulder as he leaves the room.
Haf realizes that this may be her last time with Niall and does not remove her body from him. He has remained hard and long, protruding into her slippery vise. She begins to move again up and down his length.
Her pussy is drenched in a mixture of both of their juices. Niall feels the stickiness from their previous release. Her pussy feels so very perfect as it pumps on his erect organ.
He kisses her neck as he remains lashed against the pole. He finishes quickly into her snatch and she removes herself from his body and slides down until her feet reach the floor.
There is never enough time, but Duray has not returned with orders. Haf reaches for the pitcher of cool water and uses it to cleanse first her love and then herself.
"What are we to do?" she asks.
"We shall find an escape for you. It is too late for me, but you must be together, untainted," Medir calls from the doorway.
Medir moves forward with the key to the chains that bind Niall. She motions for them to quickly follow her. They pick up nearby bedclothes to cover themselves. She leads them to an unused room and instructs them to remain hidden until she can return for them.
As she is leaving the safe room, she feels a presence. She turns and sees Hamin. He is handsome and his green eyes sparkle.
"You gamble on your safety for those two? What about you, Sky Eyes?"
She says nothing as she tries to move by him. He captures her hand softly and kisses her hand.
She pulls her hand from his, trembling with memories.
"They deserve the chance to love that I never had"
"Let us forget about the last three years. I don't regret anything that has led me back to you. I regret only my poor treatment of you."
Hamin pulls her close and his lips crash down upon her lips. Medir returns his kiss with passion. She pulls away and touches his face.
"Tis too late for us, warrior with the eyes of green. I cannot be your Sky Eyes," she says as she walks slowly way from him.
"It will never be too late for us," he whispers to himself. His thoughts turn to finding a way to prove himself to his Sky Eyes.
Hamin turns and begins walking in the direction of his Sky Eyes.
Inside the secret room, Haf and Niall remain huddled together. He holds her solidly against him as the stale air of the room threatens to choke them.
Niall traces the side of Haf's cheek.
"I do not know what we should do? We can place our fate in Medir's hands or we can try to escape on our own. I trust Medir," Haf reasons.
"I trust her as well. We wait," Niall agrees.
He turns her so that she is facing him. His man hood has a mind of its own and has been happily throbbing in silent wait. He knows that he will always throb for Haf and that he will never have enough. He hopes that they will have a lifetime of sweet moments, but his body calls for absolution, whether sweet and slow or fast paced and frantic.
Haf sees the look in her man's eyes and feels her center clench and her stomach drop.
She kisses his firm lips and rubs her hands over his short dark hair. He pulls her onto his seated form and she lifts the cloth barrier from both of their bodies. Her snatch is slightly wet already and her opening stretches delightfully around his staff. Niall holds her so close that her full breasts smash against his hard chest. Moving together, he pumps into her as she undulates her hips.
She moves recklessly as they hear the intrusive sounds of people in the hallway. She roughly bumps herself down on his cock. Niall feels himself losing control as her body tightens expertly around him. His orgasm is very vocal as he expels his life force into Haf. She is breathless and sweating as her body convulses around him. She sits on him, both breathless, they hear the door open, expecting to see Medir.
"Fitting I should find you thus."
They see the laughing face of Lord Duray.
Haf is pulled from Niall's lap. He moves forward to fight. He is quickly subdued by some burly body slaves.
"Fear not, my boy, I may still reward you or give you a chance to earn your freedom. Bring them to the great hall."
The pretty ones are bound to two poles facing one another.
"Let the festivities begin! These pretty ones are here for our amusement, lords, ladies, and guests," Lord Duray calls.
Fermented beverage flows freely through the crowd.
Niall calls out, "We shall walk out of here whole. I love you, always…"
"And forever," Haf finishes.
Medir is led into the room with a black eye and a bleeding lip.
"My favorite one has betrayed me. Medir, will you reclaim your status?"
"Let them go, Lord Duray. I will take their punishment," Medir says.
Lord Duray nods as she is tied with her stomach flat against the pole.
"Real men do not punish women. Should you need…punish me instead," Niall says.
Lord Duray laughs and shakes his head. Medir's clothing is torn from her body. A muscular man steps into view with a long leathered strap.
A voice calls out, "I should like to purchase your body slave. I should not like to see her marred."
Medir looks over her shoulder and sees Hamin. Hamin moves near to where she is lashed.
"You wish to buy my well-used body slave? Interesting. I am amused. Done! Mephest, light punishment only," he nods to the leather clad punisher.
The whip is drawn back and Hamin quickly places his body in front of her body. The light punishment commences. The whip hits his broad back.
"Someone must pay for the betrayal. Fine, my guest takes her place," he nods and the shirt is ripped from Hamin's muscular back.
"Full punishment to commence," he laughs.
The whip is hard and brutal and rips through Hamin's flesh. The strikes break his flesh and blood runs freely down his back. With each resounding sound of the leather against his back, Medir winces as if she is receiving the punishment. Hamin remains silent and cradles his Sky Eyes, keeping her safely from the whip.
Haf cries for the violence and prays to Unuus. Niall is vocal and yells for the abomination of power to cease.
"It's finished. She is my gift to you, dear guest. Take her and leave. Neither of you are welcomed at my hold. You are banished from Fairyne. Do not show your faces here again. Should you do so, you will know real punishment," Lord Duray decrees.
"We cannot leave without Haf and Niall," Medir pleads.
"We leave with our lives this day. We will find a way to return and save them as well as the other poor wretches forced to live under this tyrant's rule," Hamin promises.
Medir runs to Haf and whispers in her ear, "We will return. Do what you must to survive. Take heart. One day you and your love will walk out of here together."
Hamin moves quickly to Medir and places his hand on hers and they leave the great hall together.
Niall and Haf are left to face the vagaries of Lord Duray.
"Take them and prepare them for us. In the meantime, guests, we have other distractions while we wait for the main event."
Haf and Niall are taken to chambers apart, bathed, oiled and perfumed. Neither are able to rest as they wait.
Sometime later, both are taken to the great hall. Again they are tied to poles facing one another. They are silent, but send meaningful looks to one another.
"Here are my pretty ones. So disobedient. My enforcers know what to do. My guests, I know that you will not be disappointed," Lord Duray moves to his throne and waits for the show to begin.
A beautiful woman with lush breasts and a small waist moves forward. Her hair is the color of honey and her legs are long. She has a small, but shapely backside. Her skin is pale and unblemished. As she moves forward, her nipples are pierced with loops of brass or gold. She lies on the ground in front of Niall. As she opens her legs, her pussy opens and reveals a piercing through her clit. Niall turns his head.
From the corner of his eye, Niall sees as she rolls on her stomach and gets on her knees. Her backside clenches as she crawls to where Haf waits. She kisses up Haf's leg and reaches her womanhood. Haf tries to twist away from the girl's mouth, but she is tied so that there is no escape. Her tongues licks Haf's pussy lips and uses her tongue to split them open to tease her bud.
She moves up Haf's body and takes her nipples in her mouth one at a time. As she is manipulating her breasts, Haf's body responds involuntarily. Niall is becoming visibly aroused by the sight of the girl arousing his Haf's body.
His penis is standing boldly erect before him. The players below do not notice the acts of the crowd. So called ladies are lifting their skirts so that they may have access to play with their buttons as they watch. The men are pulling their cocks from their trousers to stroke themselves.
The girl nods to the man behind Haf whom moves to untie her from the pole. She is taken and strapped face down to a waiting board. Niall begins to yell and pull at his ties. He does not know what is going to happen to Haf.
Her breasts hang on either side of the plank. Her beautiful ass is pert and clenched. The man steps away from her and Niall is slightly relieved. The girl steps forward and kisses Haf's back. She has a candle in her hand.
She slowly drips the hot wax onto Haf's glorious buttocks. The wax burns, but as it cools against her skin it runs into the crevice of her cheeks. The girls spreads her round cheeks and places a finger slightly in her anus. Haf's anus has been used by Niall and her body responds to the memory. Her pussy begins to drip again as the wax is again spilled onto her ass slowly and deliberately.
Her moans float across the room and Niall's ears catch the tortured need. She begins to rub herself against the plank and Niall imagines that she is beneath him.
Another girl moves in front of Niall and put her mouth on Niall's monster prick. Her pink tongue slides around his head and her mouth engulf him. The girl is an expert at oral and Niall is on the verge of cumming. He lets his mind wander to distraction as the brothers have taught him. No matter how hard the girl works, his dick remains hard, not spilling his seed.
The crowd is astonished by his restraint.
"I only cum for Haf, old man," Niall calls out to Lord Duray.
"Mayhap you will change your mind if another is to enter her." Lord Duray snaps his fingers and the man from earlier steps forward with a large veiny cock in his hand. He straddles the face down and prostrate body of Haf. She feels the head of his penis at her anus.
"Nooooo…" she calls out, "Please….noooo!"
"Stop…it will be done," Niall yells.
He begins pumping his cock into the girl's mouth. She swallows him whole and his prick is hitting the back of her throat. He starts to explode and she lets his cock fall out of her mouth and shoot his cum on her face. She removes herself from in front of him.
The man at Haf's backside removes his cock. He unties her and places her in front of him. She straddles the board. His hands stroke her breasts and pinch her nipples. He has his cock nestled between her pretty ass cheeks and as he strokes himself between them, her pussy is rubbing against the wood of the plank.
Niall is struggling against his ties. The plank is completely coated by Haf's juices. The man jams a thick finger in her snatch and begins moving it in and out.
Niall is yelling and screaming for the man to take his hands and cock off of his love. The man looks at Lord Duray and stands. He drags Haf to her pole and ties her with her back side facing away from the pole.
Niall is untied. A behemoth of a man steps into the path of Niall.
"A new game! He who wins the fight, gets the pussy! Fight, boy! If Gronk gets into that little snatch it will be stretched, shredded, and destroyed," the tyrant proclaims.
The crowd explodes in anticipation. Niall is big and muscular, the other man is humongous, a monstrosity in size.
They are both naked as they circle one another. The man's cock is gigantic, matching his over seven foot tall form. His dick hangs low to his knee and is as thick as one of Niall's arms.
Niall runs at him and throws the first punch. The man shakes his head and grabs Niall. Niall is struggling and he is wrestled to the floor. He is face down with the man on top of his naked back.
"Gronk likes pussy, but he will fuck you first," the big man says into Niall's ear. He pushes a finger into Niall's sphincter.
"Mmmmm…tight."
Niall leans his head down and throws it backward into Gronk's face. Gronk is pushed back and Niall quickly jumps on top of him and hits him repeatedly. His face is bloodied as fist after fist smashes into it. Niall hits the man until he is knocked unconscious.
Slaves pull Niall off of Gronk and he is carried by several strong slaves out of the great hall.
With his hands and knuckles bloodied he stands and walks over to Haf. Adrenaline rushing through his body. He lifts one of her leg sand loops it over his arm. His cock is threatening as it finds her wet center. He thrusts into her more harshly than ever before and Haf constricts around him. A gasp escapes her as each him he moves into her again, her clit rubs roughly against the pole in front of her. Her release is sure and fast as his cock rams into her from behind.
"Quite lovely, indeed. Cut her down. Entertain us, boy, mayhap you will earn back my good grace tonight."
Haf is removed from the pole. Niall knows that they cannot escape right now so he will perform for the crowd.
He kisses her and grabs her ass as he picks her up and takes her to a nearby table. She lies on her back with her legs wide. He remains standing as his cock finds her hole easily and slides between her lips. His cock already spent earlier, hardens with excitement.
He begins withdrawing and entering as he holds her legs straight up in the air. He grasps her ankles and pushes her outstretched legs together. He pulses in and out as Haf grabs the edges of the table with her hands to steady herself as he invades her. Her breasts bounce frantically as he drives in and out until she rises to completion.
Niall gives her some time to regain her breath while he remains hard inside of her. He pulls his length out slowly. He moves her and bends her over the table. He intrudes her again as she holds onto the table. He holds her hips and pumps in and out with force and speed while the crowd watches. He brings himself to the edge of release and withdraws.
He next places his bottom on the table, pulling her with him. She takes the lead and straddles his body with her ass facing him. She moves herself up and down. Her knees on either side of him. The crowd sees his cock being swallowed as her pussy repels down his length. Her tits bounce as she increases speed. Niall leans up and gathers her breasts. He snakes a hand to between her legs to play with her button.
"Enough! You have us at the brink. Let us see you cum!" Lord Duray commands.
Niall takes his love to the center of the room and carefully lies her on her back on the soft furs there. He kisses her face and neck. Spreading her legs once more, he enters her slowly. Her pussy feels wet and tight, even after all the rough fucking that they have done this night. She sighs as he begins to move again. He moves both of her legs to one side as he continues to pump.
His strokes roll into her toward a crescendo of love. He looks lovingly into her sweet face and Haf has never felt so complete. With her legs moved to one side, her breasts bounce with each of his thrusts.
The crowd of onlookers have never been so entertained at one of Lord Duray's fetes. Never has the connection between two of his body slaves been so bold. They watch the way Niall cradles her as he joins with her so perfectly. The bodies of the tethered ones are beautiful to behold, but the real loveliness lies in the obvious matching of their souls.
The sex, usually crude and wild amongst the players, is instead perfect lovemaking. Watching the expression of love between the two, slowly makes the minds of the crush turn to simpler times when all it took to reach ecstasy was having their chosen partner in their arms. Many of the audience close their eyes and remember a time before they became so jaded. One man remembers when his heart would beat at the sight of his lady's entrancing silhouette. His lady remembers the feeling when his arm brushed hers and she felt overwhelmed with passion at the slightest touch…in the beginning. These feelings are returning to the mass of people all throughout the hall. Haf and Niall have evoked memories of a time of promise and passion…long before the trappings of the everyday and the ordinary tarnish the first bloom of love.
Niall pulls his muscle out of her crevice until his tip is only slightly encased. He turns her so that his hips can nestle between her outstretched thighs. Sighs and longing permeate the atmosphere in the hall, breath held, as they wait to see him sink into her softness once more.
Haf breathes softly and sweetly as she waits with the same longing as the watchers. She reaches her delicate hand to the sculpted cheekbone and slides it down to his neck and then traveling lower to the marbled stomach.
Niall pushes a little further into her. He pushes her legs together and spreads his legs to either side of her straight body. He balances himself above her. He holds himself as a plank of wood and lowers into her body in a teasing angle.
His buttocks squeezes in athletic eroticism as he glides down. His hard and ceaseless cock caresses her nubbin with delicate force as he moves in and out. His calf muscles are prominent as he completes pushups on top of her body.
His arms are perfectly corded and his back bound in ripples and facets. His sensual ass is faultless and provides a perfect center which draws the eyes from his powerful thighs.
The tethered ones see no one and hear nothing, but the sound of one another's hearts as Niall presses on and on…and on. The pressure surges into a crest so wild and free. Haf's face is flushed and perspiration aids the sliding of his hard body against her softness. His face is clenched in concentration as he expertly plays her body making soft and begging moans escape from the hollow of her throat.
The crowd is flushed and those whom have spent themselves quickly lie in passion's wake. The ardor is heavy in the crowd. The heat in the room and the love between the two whom see no one except one another, have awakened long buried fervor amongst the people.
Lord Duray has ejaculated with force. His eyes mist as he remembers his lady, his Faira, dead for so long. He sees her sweet face and remembers when he felt the burgeoning love of youth. He remembers the swell of his heart when she promised herself to him. The first time he entered her. He stands as his heart softens toward the couple that reminds himself of his love. He stands from his throne and opens his mouth to speak.
Before the command to release the pair falls from his mouth, a vision of foreign limbs intertwined with the limbs of his Faira as he returned to the hold from a long journey. Her white supple legs spread for the rutting soldier slamming into her. Duray's sword rises above his head and slices into the unnamed soldier. Faira screams as blood splatters against her and the headless man falls in death solidly into her body. It was at that moment that Lord Duray knew there is no such thing called love, only lust. He pulls the body off of his unfaithful mate and fucks her roughly one last time. Faira cries as she is roughly used. He spends himself into her quickly all the while with his hands around her throat. She gasps for air. Her body stops moving as his cock explodes into her. From that time Lord Duray has had issues with his member, only receiving satisfaction from the torment of others. Love…there is no love. He looks on as the crowd waits for his next order.
"I have a headache. I must retire for the night. Guests be comfortable and benefit from all I have to offer. Good night."
Duray looks weary as he retires to his bed chamber for the night. His dreams are wrought with visions of Faira.
In the main hall, Haf has found release yet again. Niall remains hard and pushes her thighs apart and settles between them. Neither notice any of the commotion of the coupling around them or the actions and words of Duray. Most of the crowd have retired or fallen asleep, sated in the great hall. The crowd gone, but the performance continues for them alone.
He brushes her hair away from her temple as his hard cock lies encased inside her velvet pouch.
Her auburn hair has curled at her temples from love's exercise and her eyes are moist, her body spent as she caresses his sweet face.
"Cum for me, my love," she whispers.
Niall begins a slow and rhythmic motion. Her warmth surrounds him. Her muscles sheathe him as his man hood assaults her so sweetly. His pace quickens as her breasts with tight aroused nipples move against the muscle of his chest. He pushes himself into her full and with determination. With each descent, her breath catches as she feels her body tighten for one last pleasure of the night.
Blues meld again with the dewy browns. The firelight from the torches makes lovely designs across the bodies joined. Haf lifts her legs and hips higher with each thrust. Her arms moves to his buttocks and cup with need, urging him on and home. Her body folds around him, they meld as tightness grips their bodies. And there is no return, as her tight pussy clamps around him more tightly and pulses. He pushes on and throws his head back. His ass clenching as his beautiful cock explodes into her waiting orifice. His sperm rushes into her body like a river into an inlet. His movement slow, but he continues to delightful movement as his lips lower to hers.
He moves from her body and pulls her into his arms. She lies her head upon his capable chest. They have but a few moments in the afterglow and the body servants step forward to take them back to their rooms. Her hand glides against his. Both looking over their shoulders as they are led away from one another.
Alone in her room, Haf cries herself to sleep. Niall in his room is searching his mind for a plan for them to escape. His body is tired and soon his mind follows suit.
In the morning, their bodies are prepared for the evening's festivities. Haf's body is cleansed and the small amount of growth between her legs is plucked by one of the slaves. Her hair is cleansed and brushed to a high shine. Her eyes are dressed with kohl. A gem is again placed into her navel. Her nipples are pinched and tweaked in preparation. Then a slave places a small metal clip on one nipple. The pain threatens to overtake her, but it is quickly removed.
The pretty girl with the pierced nipples and clit moves to Haf. She places her lips on her sore nipple and teases it until Haf begins to feel a heat between her legs. She is pushed back onto her sleeping mat and her legs spread as another slave begins to tease her tiny bud. The pleasure overwhelms her, but the pleasure is stopped before she can find release.
The pierced girl begins nipping and sucking at her nipples first softly and then more roughly. The head moves again between her legs and Haf tries to arch her crotch against the mouth. Again she is denied release. This action continues throughout the day until Haf begs to have the metal clips placed on her nipples.
She is lead at nightfall into the great hall where Niall awaits. He sees his love with the metal clips on her nipples. A slave steps forward and she is gagged and handcuffed by her arms and legs to a wall. The great hall is long and one wall has multiple sets of chains and handcuffs to secure many at one time, side by side.
Niall becomes aroused as he sees her naked legs spread so that he can see her pink pussy. Her pussy is pretty and tight and glistens from the unspent arousal. Her pussy lips are puffy and glistening. Niall begins to move to her, but is restrained.
His arms are pulled behind his back and a sack is placed over his head so that he cannot see.
"What demented game is this? Duray," Niall calls out.
"Tis just another game for my hall," Duray chuckles.
"Line them up," he orders.
Twenty-two women are led into the great hall by his servants. Niall cannot see, but each woman is similar in size and body shape to Haf. Each has been bathed and oiled and prepared in the same fashion. They have clamps on their nipples, each is glistening with arousal.
"You shall have your woman and walk out of here. Just one last game to play. Lined against the walls, there are twenty-three women secured and gagged. One of them is your beloved Haf. She cannot call out to you. You cannot see her. You may touch, taste, and smell each woman. You must choose one and one alone. You will brand the chosen one with your mighty cock. Once you have thrust into her, your blindfold will be removed. Whatever women you enter is the one you may leave with. Choose carefully, for if you cannot find Haf, she will remain here as a whore to all that enters my hall," he giggles.
Haf is frightened. The trap is tricky and she is not certain that Niall can pass this trial.
"I will find you. Nothing will keep me from you," Niall calls out into the hall.
Much of the crowd is drawn into the spectacle and most secretly hope that the couple win this dire game and leave this den of iniquity together.
High in the heavens the gods wait for the pair to save themselves.
Aura and Arausio stand united in their passion to help the pair, but fear Unuus wrath should they defy his order to refrain from interference in the lives of the people below.
The women have been shuffled around so that Niall has no clue where Haf might be secured. Niall is led to the first quivering woman. He smells her neck and shakes his head. Moving to the next, he reaches out and touches her breast. He immediately shakes his head again. He continues down the line using his hands and nose to weigh the woman. The scent or feel continues to make him sure that he has not found her yet. A few he places a finger into their pussies. Not one has the sweet and tight velvety insides of his woman. He has lost count of the women that he has tested. He is confident that he knows the body of his woman whether by touch, smell, or by her reaction to him.
His soul knows her as well as his body knows hers.
Although he has lost count, he is at the last woman. His body immediately becomes aware of her nearness. He cannot see her, but beneath the perfumes and oils, he can smell her. He has not even touched her when he calls out to the crowd.
"Her body calls to mine," he boasts.
The crowd is amazed at his ability to find her.
"Are you sure? Do you not want to take a moment and check again? Remember there is no turning back. One wrong thrust and your woman becomes the whore of the hall," Duray seeks to confuse Niall.
"My heart knows this woman. I can sense her even without sight. Unuus sent her to me and I will not be parted from her. You lose, Duray," Niall boasts as he takes his hardness in his hand.
His cock brushes against her silky thigh. His head pushes between her slick folds and he knows that he is home.
Duray sits upon his throne and nods his head to one of the slaves. The sack is removed from Niall's head and he slowly pushes himself into his love as his eyes focus on her relieved face. He reaches and removes the gag from her mouth. She remains chained as he works his heavy dick in and out of her outstretched legs. He notices that clips continue to gather her nipples into delicious little puckers. He watches her plentiful tits bounce.
Haf moans as with each movement the clips provide tension around her nipples.
He slides in and out until he explodes into her drenched pussy. Her body feels a tremendous sense of relief as he releases her from her bonds. He removes the nipple clips and kisses each sore bud. She falls into his arms and he carries her in in naked arms.
"You have earned your freedom. Sleep as guests tonight and leave tomorrow. I care not to see your faces again. You remind me of…It matters not," Duray decrees as he retires for the night.
Niall carries her in the direction of his chamber. Haf feels safe in Niall's arms. She is hopeful and longs for the beginning of their life away from this place.
The crowd is collectively pleased at the outcome. Each of the guests pair off to return to their chambers with their partners for the night.
The legend of the tethered ones has traveled far from Fairyne. In the distance, a small troop led by Loane moves toward Fairyne. Hamin is among the ranks. The escaping couple serendipitously encountered Loane. Loane had heard of his brother's plight and returned to his home village where a troop was raised to bring the couple safely home.
Bruele was large with child and stayed safely at the camp of the Eiried. Coneal's pushing of the couple over the cliff had been the beginning of the end for the brotherhood. Most of the brotherhood were sickened by the events involving Haf and Niall. A few of the most sinister brothers were put to death by the justice of the village. Coneal had escaped, disappearing into the wilderness. He would never return to the village.
Loane led his forces on. Niall and Haf entered his chamber seeing only one another. From the shadows of the hall, one did not wish the couple well. In shadows, his dark intent masked, but when a small stale breeze ruffles the flames of the torch toward the face, Coneal steps further back into the folds of darkness.
