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Xera and Her Companions #11: Kingkiller

by Sigma

I

The four heroines stood in stunned silence, their costumes tattered, the supple bodies covered in fresh scratches and bruises. They all swayed with exhaustion, but smiles crossed their faces as they looked at each other and then at the dead dragon laying stretched out atop its pile of treasure.

“YES!” Minerva squealed, dropping her staff and jumping up, wrapping her narrow arms around Xera in a hug. The Amazon was caught by surprise, but dropped her bloody sword and swung Minerva around, laughing.

Gurka sighed and fell back onto the pile of gold, laughing as she stared at the ceiling of the dragon’s cave. Ava lay next to her, both of them practically naked after the hours-long battle.

“I’m starving…” Ava said.

“You can buy all the food you want,” Gurka told her, lifting up as many gold coins as she could carry in one hand and letting them rain down on her perky, green tits. “Me? I’m getting drunk and spending all night at the brothel. Gonna find a couple of young men to wear out,” she grinned. 

Ava looked over at her companion and laughed. She then rolled over and lay down face first. “I am going to clean out every kitchen in the closest town.”

Gurka grunted and sat up. “Well, we have to carry the treasure there, first.” She slapped Ava on her bare ass and it jiggled. “Come on, let’s get this stuff loaded.”

As they got started, Xera stood over Minerva, who had a map opened and pointed to a town nearby.

“We can reach here in only a few hours,” Minerva pointed.

“Excellent!” Xera slapped her on the shoulder, making her stagger. “We’re celebrating tonight, friends!”

***

A few hours later, the door to one of the town’s blacksmith shops swung open and the heroines marched in, with Gurka leading them. The blacksmith, a balding, middle aged man with thick, muscular arms, eyed the motley crew of women and stood up when they approached.

“Good evening, friends…” he said to them, and stared at the bag that was overflowing with coin when it landed on his counter.

“Your finest weapons and armor, good sir!” Gurka said.

The blacksmith picked up a few coins and then dropped them back in. “Can’t do it. We don’t accept gold here.”

There was a pause, a dead silence, and then Gurka leaned in. “What was that?”

“Your money’s no good here.”

Gurka’s eye twitched. “Is it because I’m an orc?!”

“No. Not at all. You have the wrong currency is all. We use iron coins here.”

Gurka’s muscles tensed, and the other three women prepared for violence.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH! I’LL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF!” Gurka lunged, but was immediately pulled back by Xera and Ava. They dragged the screaming, cursing orc out the front door as she continued her tirade.

Minerva watched them go and then turned back around. “I’m...sorry about that….” she laughed nervously before grabbing the money and leaving to catch up with the others.

II

Hours later, the four of them sat in a tavern with bags full of glimmering coin and empty stomachs. Gurka was a ball of barely contained rage and Ava looked down at her stomach as it growled yet again.

“Are you certain there’s nowhere to exchange this for local currency?” Xera asked.

“Yes,” Minerva confirmed again. “There’s only one bank, and they don’t deal in gold either.”

“That is ridiculous!” Gurka slammed her fist on the table. “What kind of shitty little backwater is this?”

Xera sighed and sank into her seat. “We are low on funds and our equipment is in serious need of repair,” she said, looking at the sorry state the four of them were in. “Perhaps this town has a bounty board...we could take up some low-level charges until we’re back on our feet.”

“Or maybe one of us should just take a few shifts at the brothel…” Gurka suggested.

“We’re dirty, and we all need baths. It’s not going to work,” Ava answered. “...Though I guess that isn’t a radical departure for you…”

“What did you say?!”

“Stop it!” Xera yelled at both of them. “I’ll think of something…”

Gurka jumped up from her seat, her eyes burning. “I’m going to get some air.” She started to leave when a gathering at nearby table caught her attention and she moved toward it. At the table, a small group of men, and one woman loomed over playing cards with a pile of iron coins in the center of the table. All eyes went to Gurka when the orc approached.

“Looking to buy in, orc?” the woman, a young dark-haired woman asked. “We have room. Though, I overheard the cash flow problem you and your friends have.”

Gurka glanced down at her chest and picked up her necklace, a piece of jewelry made up of several sharp fangs and talons of different sizes. “These are all from creatures I’ve killed with my own two hands. It has to be worth something.”

An older man with a bushy white beard and an eyepatch picked it up and looked it over. “Hmmm...this one’s from a Harpy matriarch, isn’t it?” he asked of one particularly long talon, and Gurka nodded. “I recognize some of these others. Hunted a few myself. This is legitimate,” he told the table and the dark haired woman then motioned for Gurka to sit while her necklace joined the pot.

“We killed a dragon a few hours from here,” Gurka bragged.

“Well, the game here is Kingkiller, greenskin,” the woman said while dealing her in. “I’m Lucille.”

Gurka took her cards and pulled them in. “I don’t need your names, just your money.” She then looked to her side as Minerva pulled up a chair.

“You know how to play Kingkiller?”

“No one in my old warband could ever beat me,” Gurka laughed and glanced at her cards.

“You there, sorceress,” Lucille glances at Minerva. “What is that gem on your neck?”

Minerva looked down at the Eye of Nilena. “Oh, it’s nothing…”

“If it’s nothing, then you won’t mind testing your luck against it, yes?” Lucille smirked.

“I don’t know…”

“Don’t be a pussy, Minerva,” Gurka grunted.

Minerva sighed and added it to the pot. “All right. Deal me in.”

***

Several hands later, Gurka’s necklace has back around her neck, and so was Minerva’s. The orc had a sizable stack of iron coins while Minerva had a modest pile. Gurka glanced at Lucille, who seethed inwardly and eyed the pair, and she blew the dark-haired gambler a kiss before going back to her hand. She then glanced back at their table, where Ava and Xera watch from a distance.

“Ava,” Gurka motioned. When she came over, Gurka tossed her a few coins. “Get something to eat, and bring me a pint.”

Ava scooped the coins up, smiled, and scurried away.

***

More time passed, Minerva had collected her winnings and left the game, along with the other players, who walked away a bit poorer. Only Gurka and Lucille remained, with the orc’s winnings growing and Lucille’s shrinking.

“Damn you, greenskin…” Lucille growled at her opponent across the table.

“There is no dishonor in retreating,” Gurka teased.

“I won’t have to,” Lucille smirked. “Four Kings…” she put down her cards.

Gurka shrugged, sighed, and put down her cards. “A king, a queen, a prince, and a mercenary. I win again.”

Lucille barely held back her anger and let out a deep breath. She then sank into her seat and smiled while Gurka gathered her winnings and dumped them all into a bag that she put on top of the table. The gambler then finished her drink, stood up from her seat and extended her hand to Gurka.

“Well played, greenskin.”

Gurka looked Lucille up and down and then rose and took her hand. They shook and Lucille smirked while slipping something out of the pocket of the vest she wore. Her move was quick, like a striking serpent, and the blinding powder did its job once it got in Gurka’s eyes.

“Agh! Son of a bitch!” Gurka staggered back, falling over chairs and barreling into the table her three companions shared. Lucille grabbed the money and bolted for the front door in the confusion that her action caused.

“Agh! That fucking bitch!” Gurka groaned, on her hands and knees while rubbing her eyes.

“Ava! Come on!” Xera said, jumping over Gurka and running after Lucille.

Ava watched Xera run out and took one more bite of her turkey leg before joining the chase while Minerva stayed behind to watch Gurka.

***

The chase spilled into city streets that were empty at the extremely late hour. Lucille ran past shuttered storefronts and market stalls with Xera on her tail and gaining fast. She looked back at them, noticing their massive, mostly exposed tits swaying as they ran. “Ugh! How can those big titted cows move so fast?!” she said before raising her fingers to her mouth and letting out a sharp whistle.

Xera kept Lucille in her sights but took a moment to glance back and saw Ava wasn’t behind her. “Damn you, Ava!” she growled before grabbing a length of rope hanging from a post on a market stall. She pushed herself harder, closing the distance while fashioning the rope into a lasso.

Just then, Ava ran out of a side alley and barreled into Lucille, knocking her into the dirt. The thief tumbled in the dirt, dropping the money. When she got to her knees, a lasso fell over her and pinned her arms to her side and Xera dragged her back. The two warrior women then stood over her with scowls on their faces.

“I wouldn’t look so confident, ladies,” Lucille smirked.

“What are you talking about?” Xera asked, yanking on the rope.

“Umm…” Ava said, tapping Xera on the shoulder. When the Amazon turned around, she saw that they were surrounded by a sizable group of men who had emerged from the nearby buildings and alleys, ragged looking cutthroats carrying knives and blunt weapons.

Xera cursed and let go of the rope and she and Ava raised their hands.

“Looks like your gamble didn’t pay off girls,” Lucille taunted while getting out of the rope. She retrieved the money and then looked at her men. “Take them, boys.”

Xera let out a roar of anger as Lucille’s men charged her and Ava. They both landed a few good punches but were quickly overwhelmed, disappearing beneath a human tide of swinging fists and cudgels.

***

“My, my, my…” Lucille said, running her hands across Xera’s soft, bruised curves as the Amazon hung suspended by her wrists in a warehouse somewhere in town. Ava was next to her in the exact same predicament, with the two of them gagged with cloths and their naked bodies on display.

She ran her hand down Xera’s tight stomach, teasing her fingertips against the vulnerable lips of the captive Amazon's pussy before slowly inserting and drawing a suppressed gasp from her prisoner. Xera struggled in her bonds and the chains rattled as the Amazon tried to push Lucille away. Lucille pulled Xera in closed, pushing her fingers in deeper, and Xera groaned into her gag. Her eyes rolled back, and her nipples were rock hard as Lucille began fingering her in front of the men.

One of them, a tall, skinny man with a large scar across his chest, took a bold step forward and got behind Ava. He began kissing her on her neck, cupping a supple tit in one hand while the other squeezed her ass. His cock swelled inside his pants as he sucked on her skin and she squealed and tried to push him away. His hands were all over her body, she could feel the growing sense of pleasure threatening to overwhelm her as she wiggled in her bonds. She could feel herself growing wet between her legs while this man had his way with her.

When she looked ahead, the rest of Lucille’s men eyed her hungrily, some of them with stiff cocks in their hands as they stroked themselves and licked their lips. The thought of being violated by that many men over the next few hours ran through her mind. She could see herself there, on the floor of the warehouse, overwhelmed by dozens of cocks and rough hands as the men had their way with her and she was powerless to do anything about it. She looked over at Xera, and saw Lucille was up to her wrist in the Amazon’s pussy, her juices beginning to drip down to the floor.

As she watched, she could feel herself getting warm, her thoughts stuck on being fucked and nothing else. The man violating Ava slipped around and began sucking on her tits, his tongue lapping up and biting down on the meaty globes while she cried out in pleasure.

Lucille glanced in Ava’s direction and stepped back, slowly pulling her hand out of Xera’s snatch and licking her fingers clean. “This is indeed a treat, boys…” she smiled and addressed her men. “But we can’t ruin our spoils now. We will have a Kingkiller tournament to see who gets to keep these wenches for the night.

The men grumbled, but they knew it was the only way many of them were going to get the savor their captives, and so they began to agree.

“Good,” Lucille said. “Don’t worry. You’ll all get a turn eventually. The tournament is just to see who gets to go first. Now…”

Before she could finish, the door to the warehouse opened and the men turned around. Gurka walked in with Minerva behind her and a look of fury filled the orc’s eyes. “I want in, you slimy cunt.”

Lucille turned several shades paler and then looked at her men, who glanced at Gurka and then her. She couldn’t show weakness, not as the leader of her gang, but she couldn’t make them attack the orc, either. They might be able to take an enraged orc, but the sorceress had the potential to turn the tide with her magic, and that wasn’t a gamble Lucille was willing to make.

“Very well, Greenskin. But you need to buy in, and as I recall, you’re a bit light on coin…” Lucille smirked. Maybe that would get rid of her.

Gurka beckoned behind and Minerva stepped up, holding a thick tome in her small hands.

“I’m going to put up this spell book. We liberated it from a crypt crawling with ghouls. That should be worth quite a bit, shouldn’t it?”

Many of the men grumbled among themselves but seemed to agree. Lucille was hesitant to answer.

“Fine. I put up this one, too,” Gurka said, pushing Minerva forward.

“Hey, wait...what?! Gurka!”

“Just trust me, little one…” Gurka whispered.

Minerva turned around to the cutthroats with a bead of sweat running down her forehead. She glanced at the bound and naked Xera and Ava and swallowed a lump in her throat when she saw the erections the men sported as they eyed her.

“You’re willing to risk your friend’s freedom?” Lucille asked.

“I don’t care about these cows,” Gurka spat. “I just want the money you stole from me.” She glanced at Ava, Xera, and Minerva when they all glared at her.

Lucille looked to her men. There was no way out of it now. “Fine! We’ll play.”

***

And so the game went as the hours passed. The men all stood around with angry looks on their faces as Lucille and Gurka were the last two at the table with stacks of iron coins and other valuables on the table. Both women glanced at each other from their seats and from behind their hands.

“Nervous, witch?” Gurka smirked.

Lucille chuckled and moved her dark hair out of her eyes. She then put down her cards. “A king, a queen, a prince, and a mercenary,” she said with a satisfactory grin.

Gurka’s face was like stone. She glanced at her cards and then at Lucille and then back at her cards before putting them down. A collective gasp went up through the room.

“A king, a queen, a prince, and a general.”

“FUCK!” Lucille screamed, slamming her fists on the table as she lost yet again.

The men talked among themselves, with some clapping for Gurka and congratulating her.

“Take your fucking money and get out!” Lucille fumed, pushing the pot toward Gurka, who swept it all into a large satchel. She then stood up from her seat.

“You know, with that kind of attitude, I think I will take my friends, too. Get them down, Minerva.”

Minerva nodded and made two small fireballs, causing the men to step back. She then launched them and then melted the chains holding Xera and Ava in place, at which point the women took the gags from their mouths and joined Gurka.

“Let’s go, ladies,” Gurka said, pushing through the crowd for the door. She then turned to Lucille’s men. “Your boss lost you all of your money. What are you boys going to do about that?”

The men turned to Lucille, who shrunk back and looked for an exit. The heroines walked out as the men closed in on Lucille.

III

Morning broke over the town and Ava walked out of a bakery and through the streets, devouring a loaf of bread the size of her head. A new suit of bikini armor clung to her busty body and her sword and shield were newly polished. She hummed to herself while eating and strolling along when she approached the Blacksmith shop from the day before.

“Ava,” Xera called out to her.

Ava turned to see the Amazon sitting on a bench, sharpening her dagger. Minerva sat next to her, reading through her spellbook and waved when she saw Ava. Xera had on new leathers and Minerva had on a new, embroidered robe.

“Where’s Gurka?” Ava asked. “Is she still in there?” she pointed back to the blacksmith’s shop.

“Yes,” Xera answered while putting her dagger away. She took the bread from Ava and tore off two sizable chunks for herself and Minerva.

“Hey!” Ava protested before sighing and taking her bread back. “You could’ve just gotten your own…” she pouted. Xera simply stared at her while Minerva went back to her book. Ava huffed and spun around to go into the shop.

“I just wanted to apologize, good sir...for implying you were a racist…” Gurka said to the blacksmith just as Ava walked in. The Orc held out her hand and the blacksmith took it in his powerful grip and they shook.

“No harm done, friend. Thank you for your business,” the smith smiled. “I heard you did quite well at Kingkiller over at the tavern. You cleaned out that bandit queen Lucille, as they tell it.”

Gurka grinned and nodded.

“She and her brigands have been a thorn in the side of the people here for some time. I hear many of her men left town to seek their fortunes elsewhere this morning.”

Ava walked up next to Gurka. “What happened to Lucille?”

The smith shrugged. “My brother-in-law runs the small inn on the other side of town. He just said they were making Lucille earn the money back that she lost. They must have set up another game.”

Gurka stroked her chin and Ava looked the orc over. “Oh, what, you want to play another game?” Ava said.

Gurka looked at her and shrugged. “Don’t chastise. My skills are keeping your belly full, are they not? It’s certainly beginning to show, piggy,” Gurka taunted, poking Ava in her tummy.

Ava scoffed and smacked her hand away. “Fine,” she growled before walking away.

“Where are you going?” Gurka called back.

Ava sighed and looked back. “...I saw a dessert cart. I’m going there while you go play your game…” 

***

Gurka walked into the small inn, a modest, out-of-the-way building down a backalley on the other side of the town, and looked around when she saw a familiar face at one of the tables: the skinny man with the scar across his chest.

He looked at Gurka and nodded before standing up when she approached.

“Heard there was a Kingkiller game here,” she said. “Where is it?”

“No game here, Orc,” the man told her, looking her over.

“The blacksmith said you lot were making Lucille pay back the money she lost you all.”

“Ah! That...come,” he beckoned before leading her up the second level. They walked back several doors before reaching one near the end of the hall. He removed a key from his pocket and opened the door and then stepped aside.

Gurka peered into the room to find Lucille, naked and strapped to a dirty mattress. Her body was covered head to toe in cum, and her mouth stuffed with a cloth. She looked at Gurka with white-hot fury when she saw the orc and thrashed against her bonds.

Gurka grinned and removed some iron coins from her pouch and handed them to the man.

“Go and get me some wine,” Gurka said. “I’m gonna be a while,” she told him before walking into the room while unstrapping her leather bikini top and dropping it on the floor. She approached the captive Lucille with a grin on her face and erect nipples while the scarred man nodded, closed the door, and headed down to the bar to get the wine.

The End