The Return to Sarmatia 6
Sorry this has taken so long to update, but I've had school and a bit of trouble when it came to this chapter. Hope you like it! –Samantha
Almost immediately, The Lords of Briton rallied their Knights together as Ula gathered her children to her bosom in case Tristran's father and mother, Aorgi and Tyze, reacted to them as Gawain and Galahad's had responded to them.
Ama and Babai stepped forward past them and Babai ordered, "You all stand down. Let us handle the Panther Tribe."
Tristran protested, "I'll have to confront them sooner or later."
Ama turned to him and explained, "Yes, that is true, but they are here to witness my son's marriage to Agrimpasa. Since there is no wedding, let us explain you presence here."
As she turned to ho to her husband's side, she added, "Besides, they might surprise you."
Lancelot came to Tristran's side and said as he placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, "Let them try Tris. We definitely don't need anymore of our families against us."
Even though every instinct in his body told him otherwise, Tristran Sentinel Palðer of the House of Palðer, Marquis of Albion County, Head of the Briton Isles Intelligence, and Knight of the Dragon Order, Knight of the Round Table nodded and turned to his wife, Ula, and their children, Dunham and Amage.
Ula, with Amage in her arms, willingly went into Tristran's arms and waited anxiously for Lancelot's parents to return.
As Ama and Babai came to head with Aorgi and Tyze, Ama said cordially, "Good-Day to you King Aorgi and Queen Tyze of the Panther Tribe. Welcome to the Lion Tribe. I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but the marriage agreement between the Lion Tribe and the Wolf Tribe is void."
Queen Tyze smiled gently down at her friend and said sweetly as she looked to her youngest children, Diane-twenty-five and Galatan-Fifteen, "We are happy to be here despite the termination of the union. Amage, my friend, whoa re all these people in armor I see? They are not Roman."
Aorgi, while still very silent in nature, cast his gaze about and rested them on the flags gently flying in the breeze. Although he didn't recognize any of the banners, the symbols were decipherable-Lion, Wolf, and Panther.
His gaze sharpened as his eyes discerned the bronze panther in the dark purplish-black pendant. That was the panther symbol of his tribe. Only those of his loins could carry the panther.
Babai followed his gaze and said, "While the marriage is not to continue, I am happy to announce the return of your son, Tristran Sharpeye of the Panther Tribe. He has brought along with him his wife, Ula Healing Palðer of the House of Palðer and their children, Dunham and Amage."
Tyze smiled and said softly in a voice full of sorrow, "He won't be happy to see us again. The last time he saw us, I was threatening abuse upon him, and at that time period in our lives, Aorgi and I were not responsive to our children's needs. We were more focused on ourselves."
Babai nodded and said diplomatically, "Be that as it may, he is here and nervous about meeting you again. He also wonders what you'll do to this children."
Tyze exclaimed happily, "We'll accept them of course! Them and his wife, if she can prove herself, of course!"
She then turned to her friend and added, "Is that why Lancelot shall not be marrying Agrimpasa?"
Ama sighed and said, "Agrimpasa was killed by Lord Miskoc because she was instrumental in the killing of an innocent Briton girl who served under your son and mine. She was to have a fair trial, but she did not want one and was killed in consequence."
Tyze nodded and said, "That's to bad, I'll have to give my condolences to Malana later on."
Ama smiled back and said proudly, "Yes, yes, of course, but the main reason why there is no marriage is because my son has already married a wonderful Briton woman and she has given him beautiful twin daughters and a handsome young son."
Aorgi smiled lightly back and said, "That IS wonderful my friend. You must be so proud to have three grandchildren."
Babai nodded and said, "Shall we go to the others then...?"
Tristran's throat closed up in anxiety as he watched the King and Queen of the Lion Tribe confronted his parents and their escorts. He couldn't help but remember how uncaring his mother and father were. As they drew closer, Tristran couldn't stop his most painful childhood memory from returning to his conscious memory...
"Tsar! Where are you?!" cried out the seventeen-year-old Tristran, second son of the King of the Panther Tribe.
As he grew closer to the secret lagoon that lay hidden near their Tribes' lands, he heard loud clanging sounds he had come to associate with war. Tristran's face grew concerned. If Tsar weren't careful, he'd end up dead before his tenure in Briton began.
Then the ugly clanging sounds ceased.
When he stepped around a large outcropping of rocks that marked the boundary of the lagoon, he froze in horror and anger.
Tsar, his beloved older brother, and Calbur, his reluctantly accepted fiancée-to-be (on his part), were locked in a terrible embrace. His brother had his arms wrapped securely around Calbur's petite body in a feverish kiss that held only lust, and her legs were draped steadily around his waist.
His eyes grew wider as Calbur tore her mouth away from his and moaned throatily, as Tsar all but destroyed her dress in his effort to yank it off her scrumptious body (even if he didn't not want her, he couldn't help but admit that her body was that of Aphrodite's) witlessly as he yanked his pants off and thrust violently into her maiden head.
Tristran felt a tear fall from his eagle gray eyes even as his anger grew. He held no love for Calbur-not even a friendly tingle of affection, but it hurt that she'd do this to him anyways.
Now as for Tsar, he felt only rage and betrayal. His brother, who was groaning in frenzied lust and desire, had told him he had hated Calbur with an unmovable will. As Tsar had outright denied her when her father had come to theirs for a wedding proposal, HE had gotten stuck with Calbur as a fiancée instead.
Calbur's shrieks of mixed pain and pleasure tore him from his thoughts. When he looked back at the coupling pair, Tsar's head was buried in her pert bouncing breasts, and Calbur's head was thrashing from side to side as the pink flush of pleasure bloomed across her bosom and the maiden blood trickled down Tsar's legs and coated the white sand below them.
With a final yell of triumph, they climaxed together as one. Tsar, gently, lowered his new lover to the sandy beach and settled in between her legs-mindful to the fact that she could be in pain from their first, and painful, union.
Tristran's already broken heart splintered even further as Tsar asked her as they kissed lovingly, "How will we tell our parents...Tristran??"
He watched as Calbur looked coyly up at him, raised her legs up to wrap around his waist again, and answered as she ran her hands over his tensing butt and placed open mouthed, wet kisses on his throat, "We'll tell them later on...after all...I WAS supposed to be YOURS anyways, my love."
Tristran heard Tsar groan and with a start he watched them make love once again.
Only this time, as their pleasure mounted, Calbur rolled them so she was on top and moaned as Tsar leaned up, announcing his very pronounced abdomen muscles clenching and releasing, and began to pleasure her heaving chest.
More quickly than he thought their joined pleasure could end, it was over with yet another yell of pleasure.
As Tsar, who had laid back down on his back with once hand behind his head, lazily began to draw designs on her firmly, smoothly, tanned belly, he said huskily, "I love you Calbur, more than anything else in this whole world."
Tristran, who watched as Calbur, who had been enjoying the feel of his brother's manliness within her, could only watch in horror as she reached over Tsar's head-teasingly him delightfully with her bouncing breasts once more-grabbed his neglected dagger still in ensconced in his belt sheath, and plunge it sadistically into Tsar's still erratically beating heart.
Tristran felt life return to his limbs as Tsar cried out in agony.
He felt bile rise in his throat as Calbur licked the rapidly pooling blood from his fatal wound and yelled victoriously and erotically as her hips thrust up and down twice more in ecstasy.
When her third and final orgasm passed, she nonchantly stood up from her dead lover, his brother, turned towards his hiding place and said, sweetly even as the blood dribbled down her chin, "Tristran, my love, come and join me! Your brother meant nothing to me! This was just my revenge against him for turning me away! Together, you and I, on the other hand, will bring the Panther Tribe greatness!!"
Tristran shook his head in horror. While he had never felt anything but annoyance for Calbur, he had respected her for her strength in battle. Now, he felt absolutely nothing-except emptiness.
He spun around and ran head long into his father.
"What is wrong boy?" asked Aorgi unemotionally.
Tristran stared at his father. For once he wished his emotionally scared father could show something else besides negligence towards them all. Briton had fatally wounded his father-emotionally in any case.
Tristran burst into tears as he told him everything he had just witnessed.
When he was finished, Tristran raised his head and was shocked to see his family around them. His sisters, Ilona, Demeter, and Diane had tears of pain and sadness rolling down their faces.
Tristran quickly left his father's still lax and cold arms and gathered his baby sisters to him.
As he attempted to comfort them all, Aorgi sighed and said, "I guess you will be our new heir, son."
Tristran looked at his father in shock. Why wasn't his father crying over his firstborn's murder?
Aorgi's face was blank as ever and not even red splotches on pain upon his cheeks disrupted his bland countenance.
Tyze, his mother, on the other hand, was yelling angrily, "OF ALL THE STUPID...IDIOTIC...ARROGENT THINGS TO DO! NOW I'LL HAVE TO TRAIN YET ANOTHER BASTARD CHILD OF MINE ON HOW TO ACT!! HOW COULD TSAR LET THIS HAPPEN TO HIM?? I ESPECIALLY TAUGHT HIM HOW NOT TO GET CAUGHT!!! NOW I'LL HAVE TO BED TRISTRAN TO TEACH HIM HOW TO BE A PROPER PANTHER KING!!!!"
Tristran felt his battered heart shrivel up and die at his mother's words. His mother...she didn't care for him OR Tsar at all. He felt revulsion seep into his skin as Tyze's eyes settled on him and Calbur, once again dressed like a woman of her status should, appear over the hill that lead to the lagoon.
Even as he pleaded with Mithras to kill him then and there, the sounds of dozens of horses and a vibrant red flag was seen to the north of their village.
What was left of Tristran's shriveled up, dead heart, jumped into his throat-the Romans had finally arrived.
Tristran's personal nightmare was cut off as Durham accidentally stepped on his foot.
Tristran returned to the present when Ama said regally, "King Aorgi, Queen Tyze of the Panther Tribe, I'd like to reintroduce you to your son, First Crown Prince Tristran Sharpeye of the Panther Tribe, his wife, Lady Ula Healing Palðer of the House of Palðer, and their children, Lord Dunham Palðer and Lady Amage Palðer of the House of Palðer."
Tristran took in a deep calming breath, stepped forward, pushed his son behind him protectively, and said strongly as he met both their eyes, "Hello mother, father, its been a long time."
While this was going on, Malana, who had no interest whatsoever in the new tribe's appearance turned to her daughter's, Athena-sixteen and Areia-thirteen, and ordered pompously, "Either one or you MUST entice and seduce Lancelot to you. I WILL be Queen of the Lions and Sarmatia, so I make myself clear?!"
Athena asked slowly, "But...his wife...his family..."
Malana snorted and said with a wave of her hand, "Do you really think that I care what becomes of that bitch and her bastard pups?"
She stepped closer to them, slapped Athena across the face and ordered darkly, "Do you honestly think that Lancelot will be able to deny you both?? That he'll be able to bank his lusts? His wife is old and her body grows softer with age. Both of you are young, fertile, and your bodies and strong and firm..."
Areia piped in with a harsh grin, "After all, he's only a man, and men are slaves to their desires and lusts, right mom?"
Malana smiled proudly at her youngest.
At least ONE of her daughters was worthy of the forced-affection.
"Right."