Chapter 3 - Side Deal

 Archmage Y’mera felt her hand sliding down her thigh and her fingers curling around the hem of her robes before beginning to pull them upward. Her eyes were still locked on the book she was reading through, taking in as much information she could on arcane sigils and how they relate to leyline manipulation. She paid hardly any mind to her wandering hand as it slowly began to work her clothing up her long, slender white legs. She had long ago gotten used to multitasking and taking care of her needs while she studied. Her wandering hand quickly pulled her hem over her thighs and slipped beneath it before her slender fingers began rubbing her aching clit gently through her underwear. She could feel the moist sensation of her need as she began to press two fingers in small circles, sighing softly to herself as her eyes flicked easily across the page.


The alabaster skinned Lightforged long ago realized that she had a problem. Being the Archmage of the Army of the Light left very little time to pursue a lover, yet she had found she always had sexual urges bubbling just beneath the surface. It was a need that drove her to develop this technique. She could still focus on reading, yet release tension with a quick climax and get right back to work. Her fingers skillfully pushed her panties aside and a single digit slid easily into her wet folds, slipping in and out in a steady all to familiar rhythm. Normally this would be enough to relax her and keep her focused on her work, but today her mind began wandering.


Wandering namely to the Troll who had claimed the Vindicaar as his slave ship for the week.


Y’mera couldn’t help herself. She had run into him three times since the demonstration with the Acolyte. Once he had one of her sisters pressed against the wall, holding her ankles and thrusting into her as she stared blankly into the ceiling, muttering a soft prayer to the light. She had scurried past quickly, trying not to make eye contact with either party. That was the general “good manners'' rule the women had agreed upon; Nobody really wanted witnesses to their shame.


The next had been as she entered the mess hall to find him once again engaged in a lewd act. He was leaning back in a chair, his robe open and his hard cock being treated to some oral stimulation courtesy of the soft lips of one of the Anchorites. She had turned to leave immediately, but he had called out to her and said to feel free to get her food. “I be finishing here soon, anyway.” he had said with a smirk.


She had gotten out of there just as he was commanding the Anchorite to switch positions so he could lay into her properly.


The final time they had met had been in passing in the halls. The others always had said that was akin to your number coming up, seeing him sauntering one way while you bustled the other. Her heart had sped up and she had begun to blush heavily the moment she saw him, but Tal’zod had merely waved at her in greeting and passed by. She had been wondering just why he had chosen to do nothing with her when she rounded a corner and saw Navigator Telli laying on the ground, a glazed look in her eye and her body twitching from an ongoing climax.


At the time she had been relieved, but now that her mind and her fingers were exploring the idea. She imagined him taking her immediately as she rounded the corner. Pushing her against the wall, pinning her arms above her head and demanding she stick her ass out so he could get a better angle. His cock hardened against her robe, still slick with Telli’s juices, before he hiked up her dress and slid it inside of her with a deep thrust. Her fingers began to move faster in time with the thrusting she was imagining, pumping away as she leaned back and forgot about her book completely.


It didn’t take her long to reach a climax, with her full attention on her fantasy and her aching crotch. Two fingers pumped in and out of her hole rapidly while her other hand rubbed her sensitive clit in circles. In her mind he was plowing into her, telling her how naughty she was for enjoying what her sisters all hated. Scolding her for being so wet for him as he pushed inside her again and again. Then she arched her back and her body shook with release. In the end she was panting, one hand buried in her twitching pussy while her mind came back down and scolded her for finding any pleasure in the horrible thing to which her people were being subjected. She had just pulled her fingers out and straightened up all of her clothes, fully intending to go wash up, when there was a knock at her door.


Y’mera jumped and quickly said, “C-come in!” as she straightened her robe one more time and jumped to her feet. She spun around, intending to hide her flush by burying her face in a book. The door had just closed again when she heard a voice that took that flush and deepened it several shades.


“You are da archmage dat researched my secret, right?” asked the smooth cadence of Tal’zod.


She spun around slowly, giving him a sweet smile while her heart pounded hard in her chest, “I am.”


Tal’zod was wearing his same robe, but it looked as immaculate as ever. His hand ran through his hair, not in a nervous sort of way but that confidence that only people who hadn’t studied all of their lives could muster. Which was odd, since Y’mera knew this man to be a mage just like her. She snapped the book closed as he looked curiously around the room, his nostrils flaring slightly, “How can I help you, Master Tal’zod?”


The use of the word brought a smirk to his face, “Just Master, please. I don’t care about da rest.”


She nodded quickly, “Of course, Master. How can I help you?
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“I am here because da captain said you wished to see me, when I had time.”


She blinked at this. She had said as much to Fareeya, but had not expected to actually have the captain relay the message. The true leader of the Vindicaar had been making a point to avoid Tal’zod. She knew that, as the commander of the ship, she would be no doubt forced to participate in the depraved price from this perverted man. She wasn’t eager to get her number punched though and as such spent most of her time in her office.


“You ran into her?” Y’mera asked.


“She sent a messenger,” Tal’zod corrected, examining the stacks of books, “Which be a bit more ruthless den I expected from her.”


Y’mera couldn’t help but feel guilty. Fareeya had sent a woman off to deliver Y’mera’s request, in the process no doubt becoming Tal’zod’s next plaything. She had essentially forced a woman into sexual relations in order to get a message across. The thought made her feel doubly as bad knowing that she had just been thinking about this man in a sexual context. Still, what was done was done, “I am glad you are here then. Thank you for taking the time to see me, Sir.”


He gave her that same shit eating grin as he plopped down in a nearby chair, his legs spreading wide as he draped an arm over the back, “Not a problem. How can I help ya?”


Y’mera sat down, keeping her legs crossed and her eyes trained on his face, “I was hoping that I could get some information off of you about the Godkiller.”


He shook his head, “I figured as much. Sorry, no can do. I can’t give up my bargining chip until I get my end of da deal done.”


Y’mera quickly raised her hands defensively, “Oh no! I didn’t mean it like that! I would not try to sully the sacrifice our warriors have already made by getting information on the location early.”


He chuckled at that, “Sacrifice, right. Such a burden to get laid.”


Y’mera remained straight faced. She could rise to the barb, to tell him that his acts were indeed sacrifices for the soldiers of the army. Their morals were founded in the light and they were being forced to walk all over them in order to please this maniac. Instead, she simply smiled and replied, “What I am looking for is a bit of information on if the location is protected and what we might encounter when we get there. Half of our forces are in Ratchet with their hands in their pockets, waiting for new orders. I’d love to be able to give them direction,” she paused a moment, then added, “And a distraction. Having them train or gather needed supplies means everything goes smoothly for everyone.”


Tal’zod actually nodded thoughtfully at that, “I suppose as far as requests go that’s pretty innocuous. Of course, I would need to make a seperate deal wit ya in exchange for da additional information early.”


She frowned, though the Archmage had been expecting this, “What more can I give that you could not take by force?”


“I don’t take anything by force,” Tal’zod said with a glare at her, “Dis deal is an agreement between consenting parties. You all are agreeing ta our arrangement so you can get someting out of it in return. Feel free to reject da deal at any time.”


Y’mera had to take a step back and bow her head slightly. Tal’zod was apparently very upset with her choice of words and she in no way wanted to jeopardize their chances, “I am sorry, I did not mean to imply you were forcing us.”


His cocky grin returned a moment later, “Let’s focus on something else. Namely what you can do ta earn ya information.”


She nodded, swallowing her pride and presenting him with her opening offer, “I will let you fuck me in the ass and pretend to enjoy it greatly. No fighting, no arguing or complaining. I’ll be a perfect little slut for you.” She was hopeful that her phrasing would delight him. He no doubt had no experiences on board yet with a fully willing slave, Let alone one offering her tightest of holes.


Instead of grinning wider at her, as she expected, he waved a hand and said, “Pass.”


She blinked and sputtered out, “P-pass? Do you not find me beautiful?”


He laughed, holding up his hands, “Don’t get all offended, darling. I think you are sexy as hell actually, I just don’t want ta take your ass is all.”


“That surprises me. I would have thought you would have been all for it.”


He shook his head, “I prefer not ta, actually.”


“Why not?”


He gave her the smirk now, “I have my reasons. Why, you desperate to have something shoved up your ass?”


She blushed and turned away, setting her jaw and grumbling, “Not particularly, but I was hoping that it would be enough to get you to accept.”


Tal’zod gave her a nod and said, “A good strategy, but bad carrot ta offer. I just don’t care dat much for anal is all. Dat doesn’t mean we can’t deal, just dat butt stuff won’t be a good bargaining chip.”


Ymera nodded, looking at him again and saying, “Then what can I offer you dat you can’t take on your own.”


He thought for a moment, his eyes wandering over the various books scattered about Ymera’s room. Finally he said, “You know, you don’t seem like da others around here.”


“What do you mean?”


“Well, every other Lightforged could kick my ass twelve ways in as many minutes. Dey are all strong combatants, I can tell.”


Ymera bristled at his implied insult, “I am just as strong in my magic as the rest of them are physically.”


Tal’zod held up his hands defensively, but smirked to himself, “Oh I’ve no doubt. Even if you didn’t have any magic you could still kick my ass for sure, just not as easily as da others could. I’m guessing, from ya reaction, dis is a sore subject for you? You don’t like being seen as weak to da others?”


Ymera was uncomfortable with the Troll’s accurate assessment of her. In truth she had no love for others seeing her as weak and had taken painful steps to make sure nobody saw her that way. She gave him a slight nod, hoping she was incorrect about where this might be going.


Tal’zod lifted his legs and set his feet on the desk in front of him, leaning back and grinning, “Den da deal is simple. Ya must prove ta me what ya be willing ta give in order for me ta share dat information with you.”


“I am showing plenty of weakness by allowing you to take me whenever you please,” She said, folding her arms.


Tal’zod waved a hand dismissively again, “Yeah, sure, but dat is behind closed doors or in da hallway where someone could pass by accidentally. If only one person sees you in da act, no big hit to your ego. If you want extra, though, you have to show me you can swallow ya pride.”


She nodded, “I can. Tell me how I can prove myself.”


Tal’zod smiled, his hands going to his robes and undoing the single cinch that held them together, “We will see. First thing’s first; Strip.”


Y’mera stood with a sigh of resignation and began to undress as the Troll undid his robe and opened it down the middle, revealing his half hard manhood. Y’mera couldn’t help but stare at it as she unclasped the back of the full dress she wore and shrugged it down her shoulders, revealing her pale white skin and the flowing golden tattoos underneath. Soon enough she was in her underwear, one hoof kicking away the pooled robes while she reached behind her to unclasp her bra. She wasn’t being subtle or slow about it. She decided to show no hesitation, to prove how much she wanted to get this information. Never mind the fact that her nipples were pointed and hard as she tossed the bra to the side as well or that her panties had a small wet spot on them. That was simply from her own labors earlier, she told herself, and not the thick slab of meat slowly growing before her eyes.


As she pulled the panties over her thin hips and down her smooth legs, Tal’zod whistled in appreciation, “I’m impressed, darling. Never seen someone so eager before.”


Her skin flushed pink as she stood back up, balling the panties in one hand and swallowing before trying to reply, “T-that wasn’t because--”


He cut her off, “Don’t need to justify it. I know all you ladies secretly love what is happening to ya. Don’t throw those panties away though,” he said, stopping her from tossing them in the corner, “I want ya to hand dem over.”


Her arm twitched as she hesitated, but she nodded and gave them over to him with no complaint. He unrolled them, taking a look at the crotch and nodding in approval at the wet spot he saw there. His cock, which Y’mera couldn’t believe she was still watching, gave an appreciative twitch of excitement. The Archmage managed to avert her eyes just as he looked back at her, “Glad to see you be excited for what is to come.” Tal’zod stood to his full height, shrugging off his robe and setting it over the chair, “Get on ya hands and knees for me.”


Y’mera compiled, shivering at the cold feeling of the stone beneath her as she dropped down to her knees and placed her hands on the floor. She was flushing even harder now, if that was possible, and could not for the life of her look up, even when he stepped in front of her. She knew what she would find if she did. Still, his hand stroked her hair softly as he said, “Alright, pet, time to earn your secrets. Look up and take me into your mouth. Go until your lips are about half way down my cock.”


Y’mera did as she was instructed, looking up and seeing the cock head of the blue shaft dangling in front of her. She arched herself to get a better angle, since he wasn’t fully hard yet, and brought the half hard shaft into her mouth before moving her head forward. When he was half way in her mouth she stopped, looking up into his eyes and sucking gently on his shaft.


“Dat’s good,” He said, stroking her hair again, “Get it nice and hard. I want you to make sure dat you always have half of my cock in ya mouth until I say otherwise, okay?”


Y’mera nodded, humming an agreement along his shaft as she began to suck harder in an effort to get him fully erect in her mouth. He groaned his approval as her tongue flicked and ran along the underside of his blue shaft and she squeaked in surprise as she felt it swell and thicken in her mouth. She had to force herself to remain calm as she felt it push a bit further down her throat, but that gave her a bit of wiggle room as far as keeping her orders straight. Then she felt him starting to pull away and looked up to see he was stepping backwards but still grinning down at her. Realizing what he had in mind, she quickly crawled forward, making sure to keep half of his hard shaft between her lips as he began to slowly walk backwards around the room.


It was humiliating, but better than she expected. Here she was, forced to crawl on all fours about her room with a troll dick in her mouth. She focused her mind on getting him off when he tapped her horn gently as a reminder and her eyes almost crossed as she focused on the shaft in her waiting mouth. All the while he kept her walking, a steady rhythm about the room at a pace she could easily follow and still focus on sucking his cock head. It wasn’t until she heard the soft clunk of the door behind her that she blinked and looked at her surroundings.


She instantly blushed as she realized they were now outside the room, standing in the middle of the hallway and both naked as newborns. She squirmed uncomfortably as her gaze darted about, searching for any onlookers, but said a soft thanks to the light when she saw none. Tal’zod grabbed her small horns and pulled her back, chuckling at the bit of resistance she put up to obey his last command before saying, “You can relax. No need to keep my dick in ya mouth now, pet.”


She did as he said and let him slip out of her, a small trail of saliva falling on her lips as the contact broke. She gave his now hard cock a good look, noticing the slickness she had provided glistening along the skin. Then she saw the Troll bend over and felt his tusks scrapping her neck as he whispered in one ear, “Now are you going to be a good little pet and do everything I say, without complaint or hesitation?”


She swallowed, but gave him a curt nod before saying, “Y-yes, sir.”


He smiled, “Good, open up.”


She opened her mouth again, ready for his cock to enter her once more. However, it was his hand that came up to her mouth and her own wadded up panties that were stuffed inside instead, causing her to gasp in surprise. She almost spit them out, her own taste tickling her tongue, but instead she just held them in while he adjusted the pair of silver underwear so only a small bit of the fabric was visible, “Keep these in your mouth until I say so, understand?”


She nodded, her eyes a bit wide with panic at all the possibilities. Tal’zod didn’t seem to notice, simply standing to his full height and began walking down the hallway, his hard shaft swinging in front of him, “Good, now follow me, pet.” Y’mera was just about to stand when he added, “And stay on ya hands and knees. This is about humiliation, after all.”


Blushing furiously, she followed along with him, listening to the bastard sing praises to how “good of a little fuck slut she was being.” They passed several sisters in their journey, each one looking down at Y’mera with pity and flooding her body with embarrassment and a bit of rage. By the time she realized their destination, she would have loved to tear him a new asshole. She almost broke her own promise when he moved up to the door, opening it up just by proximity to it. She was ready to bolt as she saw the room and the people that lay beyond.


On the other side of the door was the training room for the Lightforged. Sparring arenas were scattered about the room, with heavy punching bags and target dummies in some and living combatants in others. There was a long path around the outside where you could run in peace, and in the center was the highly used Jed’hin arena, a sport that was once again gaining popularity among her people. All of this would have been fine and simply made for a unique place for him to play with her, if not for the others watching as the pair entered.


Y’mera quickly glanced around, beat red and wishing she were anywhere else, as she counted the two dozen Lightforged who had previously been training their bodies. Now, however, all thoughts of personal perfection were lost as they locked their eyes on the slight, thin Archmage being forced into the room on her hands and knees with her own panties stuffed into her mouth. To be fair, a few pairs of eyes were set in glares at the Troll as well, but Y’mera still felt like everybody was watching her specifically. After Tal’zod moved her into the Jed’hin ring, a few of the women began to pack up their gear to leave, but he addressed the room before any could escape, “Everyone in dis room is not allowed to leave until I say, per da order of your master. Let’s have you all gather around for da show, though. Thank you.”


Begrudgingly, everyone in the room moved to circle around the arena. Y’mera was shaking at this point, her anxiety over being seen as weak at the forefront of her mind as Tal’zod moved around her and ran his hands along her exposed sides. When he slipped into position behind her, he grinned at the assembled women before kneeling behind the Archmage and running his hands over her slit, feeling her wet lips with a single finger. She was ashamed that he found her still wet with excitement despite the embarrassing situation, her perfectly controlled body betraying her here of all places. Before she knew what was happening, he spread her legs slightly and lined his cock up with her entrance before pushing it in.


Her sisters, disgusted by the display or embarrassed as well, tried to look away, but a sharp order from the Troll caused them all to jerk their heads back and watch. “Da lovely archmage here is tryin’ ta get some early information on my secret, so she can help you all prepare once you are done wit’ me. Part of her deal is dat you all have to watch. I don’t want to see one face turn away, got it?”


They all mumbled that they understood, keeping their eyes set on the blushing Archmage as Tal’zod began to thrust into her, fucking her like a dog as she groaned against the panties in her mouth. He was not slow or gentle with her, nor did he hesitate when surrounded by a crowd. Instead, their presence and their eyes seemed to make him fuck her all the faster, adjusting to a crouch instead of a kneel so he could pump into her from behind all the quicker. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her back against him and soon the pair got into a rhythm, each forward thrust of his met by an embarrassed backward push from Y’mera. She couldn’t help herself. Despite all the eyes locked on her she couldn’t resist pushing back to feel him just a bit deeper inside of her.


Tal’zod waited until they had been fucking for a good half hour, never stopping even when she felt her body pulse in climax, before speaking again, “Now ladies, I know you all have places to be, so I’ll make a deal wit’ all of ya. If one of you comes over, strips down in front of us, and swaps da panties in her mouth with your own, I’ll end dis. Otherwise I’ll be anotha half hour at da least, enjoying her while you all watch.”


It took a few moments, with the girls all silently looking from one to another, before Y’mera saw movement. She was grateful to her sister, a young warrior by the name of Hedica, as she stepped up in front of the pair fucking in the ring and peeled off her work out top to reveal her pert breasts. Then, in a swift motion, the girl pushed her shorts and own pair of underwear down over her hips, stepping out of them before standing tall with the red panties dangling in one hand. Y’mera looked up at her toned, powerful body and the neatly trimmed pussy inches from her face before Hedica knelt down and grabbed the silver cloth dangling from Y’mera’s mouth.


“Light forgive me…” she muttered softly, pulling the panties away as Y’mera relaxed her jaw and let them slip free to dangle in the woman’s hand. She barely had time to moan out a soft, “T-thank you,” before Hedica balled up her own red underwear and shoved it quickly into the Archmage’s waiting mouth. Then she stood up and held up the panties for Tal’zod to see, cocking a hand on a hip defiantly to show him she was not intimidated by his little show.


Tal’zod laughed and leaned forward, thrusting faster as he asked Y’mera, “can you taste her on the panties, pet? Was she wet?”


Y’mera blushed and Hedica’s eyes went wide. Still, she knew she could get in trouble if he found out she lied, so she simply nodded her head and hung it in shame to avoid the fury in the warriors eyes. Tal’zod merely laughed and looked at the seething Lightforged before commanding, “You can wear those, and only those, until you get back to your room. Put dem on.”


Hedica did as she was instructed, furiously putting on the pair of panties and stepping away to let the pair finish up. Her face was beat red as well, but she still managed to keep her cool under the revelation that her body had been responding to the show. Tal’zod paid her no mind for now. He simply began thrusting faster into her, their bodies slapping together lewdly, until he announced, “Fuck I’m cumming!”


Then he slammed into her to the hilt and began spraying his seed inside of her.


Every woman in the room gasped, stepping back or looking stricken as Tal’zod unloaded himself inside the Archmage. A few looked ready to jump to her defense, but Y’mera merely shook her head to stop them from acting. She had known this was coming. She was the only one who had figured it out before now, it would seem. It was why he didn’t want to fuck her ass. Why waste precious seed that could flood her womb?


Still, despite his sudden burst of seed inside her aching pussy, she maintained her composure. Her body was shaking as she felt his dick pulsing inside of her and she was near her own climax at this point, but she focused all of her energy on not crying out as his burst of cum triggered her own orgasm. She simply shook, biting her lower lip and clawing at the ground with her hands in a way that made her seem furious at the situation, but was in reality the extreme pleasure associated with being fucked raw and filled up with cum.


As Tal’zod finally spent the last of his seed inside of her, he pulled out slowly and sighed, “Damn dat was good!” As he stood up, his cock slipping easily out of the Archmage, he looked at the assembled horrified and furious expressions, “Feel free to spread da word of what happened here today, lovelies. I’m not going to waste my cum on your faces or down your throats. Each of you will get my load inside of you. Dis is da price I’m setting for da victory you want. Is dere any among you dat don’t want to pay it?”


The assembled lightforged all looked uncomfortably to one another. In any other situation, they each would have likely told Tal’zod to fuck off or beaten him for the idea that scum like him would dare want to breed with them. Y’mera’s heart swelled with pride even as her pussy leaked cum onto the arena floor as her sisters all remained silent. If any of them denied the Troll at this point, it would mean that all the women who had been subjected to his torture so far had wasted their virtue for nothing.


Satisfied with the response, Tal’zod leaned forward and patted Y’mera gently on the ass, “You did good, darling. Feel free to stand up and we will head back to your quarters. Dere are a couple of things to talk about, no?”


Y’mera nodded, standing up to her full height. She ignored the ache in her knees and the wetness running down her thighs as she walked, still naked but proud, out of the Gym. She opened her mouth and pulled out the pair of panties Hedica had stuffed into her mouth. Tal’zod spared a glance as she flexed her jaw and gave her a smile, “Feel free to wear those, if ya want.”


She nodded and quickly took a moment to slip them on. She figured it was much preferable to the trickle of cum that would drip from her as she walked. Then she set her eyes on Tal’zod, nodded for him to continue, and made her way with him back to her room to get the information for which she had bargained.


She just hoped it would be worth it.