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Xera and Her Companions #9: Venomtongue

by Sigma

I

Ava slumped over in her bonds, no longer having the strength to try and break free. Her naked body was covered in bruises and dried cum. The smell of a cooking fire lingered in the air. She lifted her head and looked at the overweight goblin laboring over a boiling cauldron in the middle of his campsite. She was strapped to a giant wheel contraption, here weapons and armor discarded in the middle of the ground among chewed bones and skulls.

The goblin paused and looked to a book at his side. He turned the page, then lifted the tome and turned to Ava. The green-skinned gourmand waddled over to his captive meal and raised the book, a cookbook from what Ava spied of its contents, and grabbed her by the chin. His flaccid cock, crusted over with his own sperm, hung between his legs. The Goblin spit on his thumb and used it to try and wipe some of his cum off of Ava’s face and mouth. 

“Bastard!” she screamed and bit him, causing him to grunt and pull his hand back. The goblin then struck the girl, making her head snap to the side. He chuckled, taking out a cruel looking chef’s knife and tracing it up her torso and between her tits, stopping just under chin. A grin crossed his fat face as he licked his lips.

“Hey, fat man,” a voice spoke.

The goblin spun around and was promptly met with an axe to the face. He fell over, dead, and Gurka held on to the grip of her axe even when he went down.

“Are you okay?” Minerva walked up to Ava.

“You all took your sweet time finding me!”

“No one told you to run off after the butcher,” Xera chastised, putting her sword away. She then took out a dagger and began cutting Ava down. “Be glad we got here before he put you in that pot.”

Gurka looked at her blonde companion as she came down from the wheel. “Did this thing fuck you first?” The orc asked.

Ava looked at the cum on her skin. “I don’t want to talk about it…”

“Goblins are disgusting, honestly…” Gurka spat. “I can’t believe they’re our cousins.”

“Take his head so we can collect the king’s bounty,” Xera said while gathering Ava’s things.

“Yup,” Gurka pulled her axe from the skull and aimed at at the goblin’s neck. While they tended to that, Minerva walked with Ava, away from the goblin’s camp.

“There’s an upside to this, you know,” the sorceress said.

“What?”

“Supposedly, a goblin’s bodily fluids are can make one immune to some diseases and even minor dark magics.”

“That’s ridiculous!” Ava scoffed.

“It’s true!” Minerva tried to convince her. “It’s part of the reason why Goblins are supposedly nearly extinct now.”

II

Some time later, after Ava had cleaned up, the heroines stood in the great hall before King Gareth, First of His Name. The frail king sat on his throne, his sunken eyes fixated on the severed head of the Butcher of the Woods before they shifted to the four women who had brought it in. To his side stood a pale man with dark hair, tall and gaunt, in black robes. He leaned in and whispered to the king, who gave a slight nod.

“The king wishes to thank you fine heroines for your service,” the man in black smiled to them. “You have put his subjects at ease by bringing this monster to justice and will be rewarded appropriately.”

“It was our pleasure,” Xera said. “May I ask your name?”

“Ah, where are my manners? I am Florin Venomtongue, chief adviser to King Gareth,” he bowed.

Ava narrowed her eyes at the man called Venomtongue, but stayed quiet. She looked to her companions, who didn’t seem to harbor any suspicions about this man who, to her, was an obvious villain. She glanced at a ring, a bulbous, black orb, on his left pinky finger before looking back to the man.

“Your timing could not be any better, ladies,” Venomtongue continued. “The good king’s firstborn, Princess Cerys, is set to marry tomorrow afternoon. We would love to have the four of you as guests of honor to celebrate with us.”

“Thank you,” Minerva spoke for the group. “We’d be happy to.”

“Excellent,” Venomtongue spoke. “Servants will show you to guest quarters.”

The heroines all turned and were led away by some of the king’s servants. Once they were a good distance from the throne, Ava whispered among them. “Does anyone else have a bad feeling about that man?” she asked, looking at Venomtongue.

“He seems fine to me,” Gurka said. Xera and Minerva agreed. “Maybe the Butcher fucked all reason out of you,” Gurka teased.

“Shut up,” Ava hissed at her.

***

It was some time later. The moon hung high in the air outside the window of the massive guest room the heroines all shared. Minerva was engrossed in a book, Xera was enjoying a glass of wine by the fire  while Gurka sat in a chair across from her with her feet up, half asleep. Ava sat in front of a mirror, running a brush through her blonde locks.

A knock then sounded at the door before it opened and Venomtongue poked his head in, with a wide, wolfish smile on his pale face. “Good evening, ladies,” he said while sliding into the room, seemingly bringing shadow and crypt-like air with him. “I trust the room finds you well?”

“Very well,” Xera smiled, getting up and approaching him.

“That is good. That is very good,” he answered, his beady gaze locked on Xera’s ample cleavage. “It is a treat indeed to have such...healthy...young ladies in our midst,” he said, grabbing Xera’s tits and squeezing them.

Ava’s mouth dropped when she saw it, but Xera stood there and smiled, doing nothing about it. Gurka and Minerva simply stood aside.

“A treat indeed…” Venomtongue said, reaching into Minvera’s robe and fondling the sorceress’s tits with his other hand. His cocked swelled beneath his robes and a grin cross his narrow face as he continued toying with their flesh unchallenged. Ava watched the display for several more minutes before finally getting up and stomping over to him. She grabbed his wrist and pushed him away.

“Stop that!” she fumed.

“What is wrong with you?!” Gurka said.

“Thank you!” Ava said.

“No, I mean you!” Gurka poked Ava in her arm. “This man is our host and you put your hands on him like that?”

“W...what?” Ava looked around and noticed her friends were all staring daggers at her.

“Ava, listen, we know you’ve had a long day, but that’s no reason to lash out at someone who has shown us generosity,” Minerva said.

“Indeed. Where are your manners?” Xera asked. 

Ava paused and stared at them all, dumbfounded. “What in the name of the goddess is going on with you three?! This...pervert just put his hands on you!”

“If you keep disparaging our host, I’m going to tie you to one of these chairs while we go to dinner,” Gurka threatened.

“It must be shot nerves from an exhausting day,” Venomtongue offered. “Perhaps a meal is what you need, m’lady. Dinner will be ready shortly, so you can begin making your way to the dining hall now,” he said with a bow before leaving the room. Ava watched him go, and noticed his gaze fixed on her the entire time.

“What has gotten into you, Ava?” Xera said. “Have you lost your mind?”

“Me?! How do you all not see what he’s doing?!”

“What do you mean?” Minerva asked.

“He’s whispers things and speaks for the king. The guards seem to listen to him and only him. He stalks around in the shadows like some fiend. He touched your tits!” Ava said, grabbing Xera’s right boob. The Amazon growled and smacked Ava’s hand away. “And you didn’t break his hand or anything. His name is VENOMTONGUE!”

“You need to calm down,” Xera said sternly. “Maybe you’re just agitated because you haven’t eaten. Let’s go to dinner,” she said to the group, who all shot Ava heated glances as they walked out.

“I’m losing my mind…” Ava said to herself. “I am losing my fucking mind…”

***

Dinner was served in the castle’s dining hall, with King Gareth sitting at a long table at the head of the room. His oldest child, Cerys, was to his left. The king was also surrounded by his other children, including his son, Prince Aiden, who had the eyes of the heroines and several young maidens.

Venomtongue stood at the king’s side, and behind him stood a mountain of a main, a hulk with a shaved head and a dull look in his eyes. Over the course of the night, Venomtongue whispered many things to this giant while looking in Ava’s direction.

She tried to enjoy her dinner, but couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong with everything happening. It all did little for her appetite, and less for her relationship with the others, who spent the night chiding her and telling her that she needed to get a hold of herself.

Some hours into the feast, Princess Cerys excused herself from her father’s table and left the room. Ava quietly got up from her seat when the others were distracted. Gurka was arm wrestling and losing to an aged guard captain who had arms like tree trunks, Xera was drinking with a group of mercenaries they had learned fought in Gareth’s army, and Minerva was deep in discussion of obscure lore with some bookish types from the king’s royal archives, so none of them saw Ava leave.

She moved quietly through the halls, keeping her distance from the princess, a pretty, thin brunette of about 20 or so years, and waited until they were in a hallway far from the dining hall. Ava then moved quickly, coming up behind the girl and taking her arm. She quickly covered Cerys’ mouth before the girl could scream.

“Princess, I don’t mean to startle you,” Ava said, looking to make sure they were alone, “but I need to speak with you. Please don’t scream.”

Once Cerys’ heart stopped racing, she looked Ava up and down and nodded.

Ava breathed and moved her hand.

“You’re one of the heroes who killed the Butcher.”

“I am,” Ava nodded. “But...your highness, I want to talk to you about Venomtongue.”

“Florin? Why?” the princess blinked.

“Who is he? Where does he come from?”

‘I don’t know where he’s from. The southern lands, I suppose?”

“Why is he here?”

“He came to my father as an advisor. He’s a learned man who has traveled the world, and father thought someone like that in his court would be an asset. He’s a nice man, which is why father has decreed he’s to be my husband.”

“What?! You’re marrying that?!” Ava blinked. “What the fuck is wrong with you people?!”

Cerys looked Ava over. “Are you all right? You seem very agitated.”

“Why does everyone keep saying that?!” Ava threw her hands up and groaned in frustration.

“You should relax. I think you and I are close in age. You’re too young to be burdened with whatever is that’s bothering you so. Might I suggest the pool in the garden at the end of this hall? It’s very relaxing under the moonlight. The sea behind the castle is too dangerous, so the pool is ideal if you like to swim.”

Ava sighed and scratched her brow. “Maybe that is what I need...my grip on reality is slipping. I need to center myself. Sorry to have troubled you, your highness.”

“It’s no trouble,” Cerys told her. “Good luck.”

Ava then walked off.

***

Cerys was right. The pool under the moonlight was the most relaxing thing Ava had experienced in a while. The cool water soothed her naked body and the silver moonlight glinted against her skin as she stared at the star-filled sky. She floated on her back, staring up at the sky and listening to the cool night breeze that carried through the sky.

She lifted one hand from the water and let it splash down on her curves. She let out a sigh, her mind clear and her body relaxed while she drifted in the calm waters. After a few moments, she floated to the edge of the pool and felt a shadow looming over her. She then cried out when she saw the giant man Venomtongue had been talking to in the dining hall, standing on the edge of the pool with his impressive, flaccid cock hanging between his legs as he looked down at her with a grinning mouth full of mangled teeth.

“Good evening, Lady Ava.” Venomtongue stepped up next to the man. “Beautiful night, isn’t it?”

A feeling of dread weighed in Ava’s chest as she stared at the two men.

“I do not know by what clever means you have escaped my influence,” Venomtongue said, thumbing his ring. “But I will not have you standing as an obstacle to my union to Princess Cerys. Come tomorrow, we will be wed and Gareth’s kingdom will be mine.” He then smiled. “I like your companions. Perhaps I’ll make them part of my harem when this is done. You, however, have been promised to my cousin, Padrig,” he said, slapping the giant man on the shoulder.

Padrig grunted at Ava.

“Poor boy was kicked by a horse when we were children and he hasn’t been right since. To be fair, he wouldn’t stop harassing the beast, and it fought back.  Then he made a show of being unable to keep his hands off of women’s breasts and the necklaces nestled between them as we got older. It got us chased out of many a village. But none of that matters now. Padrig, as you will,” he nodded.

Padrig let out a throaty laugh and jumped into the water, and Ava screamed and tried to get away. The big man was on her, and grabbed hold of her, locking her into a sleeper hold. She struggled as she felt him toying with her naked body, but his iron grip was so strong that she felt her consciousness slipping away within moments. Pretty soon, everything faded to black.

***

The smell of salty air was heavy in the air. Ava groaned and opened her eyes, feeling something long and thick thrusting into her. He also felt warm wetness on her tit and when she came to, she saw Padrig’s bald head bobbing up and down while he sucked on her tit. At the same time, the giant stretched out her insides with his cock. He had one of her shapely legs tucked under his arm and the other pinned down to the bed under them as he thrust in and out of her.

When she stirred awake, Padrig grunted and looked up. Sweat dripped from his bald head and he looked down at Ava and grinned before leaning in and kissing her. She gasped out of surprise, unable to push the giant off of her as he had his way with her. She gasped and writhed under his weight, and he pushed her legs farther apart to allow himself in even more while shoving his tongue down her throat.

She pawed at him, trying to get him off of her, but he was at least 200 pounds of solid muscle and the mounting pleasure driving through her was making it hard to concentrate, never mind fight back against this brute. She continued grunting and pushing against him, continued trying to wiggle her way out from under his bulk, but she accomplished little besides crying out scratching at his thick flesh as he continued pushing in and out of her.

After a few more minutes, Padrig eased up and pushed himself up so that he hovered over Ava. He then pulled his still stiff cock out of her and climbed off the bed and stepped back, looking Ava over.

“Heh. Cousin Florin say Padrig do what Padrig want with pretty yellow hair,” he grunted. He then grabbed Ava by her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed and flipped her over. Before she could protest, he grabbed her by her hips and thrust his cock into her ass. She cried out and gripped the sheets underneath her as Padrig slammed his hips into the meat of her ass. He yanked on her hair, pulling her head back, and smiled as she continued crying out.

Ava curled her toes, balled her hands into fists, and gritted her teeth, trying to push down what she was feeling. Her nipples were hard, her pussy dripped, and Ava could feel herself coming closer to orgasm as Padrig stretched her asshole with his enormous member. She tried to think of a way out, tried to think of something she could do to get away before he broke her.

She glanced around the room when something glinting caught her eyes. Several silver and gold necklaces, crudely hung from nails in the wall, were mounted over the bed and Ava thought back about what Venomtongue said about Padrig stealing necklaces when they were boys.

She reached up and grabbed one, pulling it down from its nail, and Padrig noticed immediately.

“NO. THAT PADRIG’S!” He raged, pulling his cock out instantly and grabbing Ava by her arm.

She pulled her arm back, wrestling with the naked giant and they both tumbled to the floor of the room. Padrig pinned the busty blonde to the floor to try and wrench the necklace out of her hand and he successfully ripped it free and then turned away, nursing the piece of metal.

Ava sat up and looked to the other necklaces and grabbed several at once. “Hey!” she yelled to get his attention.

“NO! PUT DOWN!” Padrig roared. Ava rolled to the side when the giant tried to tackle her, and then ran and put her back to the open window. She glanced back for only a moment and saw they were in one of the castle’s upper towers, with open sea behind them.

Padrig eyed her and charged again and Ava gripped the necklaces and raised them. “These are all yours,” she said, throwing them out the open window and into the night air.

Without a thought, Padrig dove out after them, and Ava could hear the giant cry out as he plummeted to his death in the rough waters below.

Ava breathed deep and sighed, running her fingers through her tangled hair. The moon wasn’t high in the sky, which meant Ava enough time to rest before she had to stop the wedding tomorrow. She collapsed onto the bed face first, spreading out her arms and legs.

“I am going to strangle that slimy fool to death in front of everyone…” she muttered before she fell asleep.

***

The castle’s grand hall in was packed with people: attendees, servants, armed and armored guards, all focused on the ceremony at the altar. King Gareth sat behind the priest, and Cerys and Venomtongue stood at the altar.

As the priest went through his reading, Ava slipped into the room, dressed in a robe she got from a servant who had come to clean Padrig’s room. She watched from the back and glanced around the room when she noticed a cook chopping fruit at a buffet table nearby. She approached the young man and smiled at him.

“You there,” she whispered so as not to draw attention. “The head chef said to tell you you’re fired.”

“What?” the young cook growled. He gripped his knife and looked toward the kitchen. “I’ll show him…”

“Wait,” Ava grabbed his wrist. “Best leave the knife with me. Beat him if you must, but don’t throw your life away murdering the man.”

The cook nodded at her reasoning and gave her the knife before stalking off to the kitchen. Ava hid the blade in her robes and moved down the aisle. Few people paid attention to her as she went, but she caught Gurka’s eye, who elbowed Xera next to her. The two of them and Minerva were wearing ornate dresses that all three of them looked out of place in. None of them made a move to intercept Ava, so she looked ahead and continued to the altar.

“If anyone objects...speak now or forever hold your peace,” the priest announced. He then looked up when he noticed Ava.

Venomtongue then snapped to attention. “You! Where is Padrig?!”

“Swimming,” Ava said before grabbing him by his collar and head butting him hard enough to knock him down. Venomtongue fell to the floor with a bloody nose, and Ava pinned him down and took out the knife. Venomtongue then screamed out loud as Ava cut off the pinky finger with the ring on it.

The crowd gasped all at once and then began talking among themselves in confused tones.

“Wha…” King Gareth stirred in his seat. “What is happening? Why are we all gathered in the great hall?”

Ava picked up the ring and presented it. “Your highness, this snake has been manipulating everyone in your court with his dark magic,” she pointed to Venomtongue. “He thought to marry your daughter and take control of your kingdom.

All eyes fell on Venomtongue, who held his bloody stump and got back to his feet. “I only meant to serve, my lord.”

Princess Cerys lost several shades of color. “I...was...I was marrying him?!” she pointed.

“Yes,” Venomtongue hissed. “And we consummated many, many times, my dear.”

Cerys shrieked before rushing away from the altar, making dry heaving sounds. Several of her handmaidens followed her, struggling to keep up.

Venomtongue growled and stepped back. “Fools! This isn’t the last you seen of me! And you,” he pointed to Ava. “You will suffer like no other for ruining my plans, you cunt!” he spat before quickly turning and running into a side room that would lead him out. After some confusion, castle guards went after him.

“Agggh!” a guttural scream then went up from the crowd. Everyone turned to the source.

“What the everloving FUCK is this dress I’m wearing?!” Gurka cursed before ripping the garment off of her.

III

“Lady Ava, you have done my kingdom a great service by exposing Venomtongue’s fiendish ways,” King Gareth commended her. It had only been hours since the sham wedding ceremony, but life returned to the king’s eyes, the color returned to his skin, and vitality returned to his body. They stood in his throne room, with Minerva, Xera, and Gurka behind her. The king stood before the women and took Ava’s hand.

“We are forever in your debt, and I will be certain your order hears about your heroic deed.”

“Thank you, my lord,” Ava smiled.

“I would also like to offer the hand of my son, prince Aiden,” he snapped.

The women all turned to see the prince walk in. He was disarmingly handsome, with dark brown hair and classic chiseled features that they all immediately notice. He had a perfect smile as he bowed.

Ava looked the prince up and down and bit her lip, thinking about the ways she was going to sully him. “I accept this as well, your grace. Should I start calling you father now?” she joked.

Gareth blinked and cleared his throat. “My apologies, lady...I wasn’t clear. Prince Aiden favors one of your companions…”

“What…?” Ava blinked and turned to them. “Who?!”

Aiden approached the women and walked past Xera and Minerva, and took Gurka’s hand in his. “I’ve never known a woman of such power. Would you be mine?” he asked, falling to one knee.

Gurka grinned and put her muscular arm around the youth’s waist and hoisted him onto her shoulder. “We’ll see, boy. I’m going to try you out first,” she laughed, smacking him on the ass and carrying him off.

“Gurka!” Ava fumed.

“Get lost, blondie,” Gurka said, pushing past her on the way out.

“This is bullshit…” Ava huffed under her breath before walking away. She didn’t get too far before crossing paths with a servant girl, young with dark hair and freckles on her face.  She was carrying a tray with a bottle of wine and several glasses.

“The king thought you might want a celebratory drink,” she said, offering the tray. Ava looked the girl over and then took the tray. She set it on the floor, but took the entire bottle of wine. She grabbed the girl by the arm and dragged her off.

“Where are you going?” Minerva asked.

“Me and...what’s your name?” Ava asked the girl.

“Fiona.”

“Me and Fiona are going to get naked and drunk. Very drunk. Neither of you bother us until it’s time for dinner.”

“Oh!” Fiona blushed as Ava pulled her away.

“What a curious young lady…” King Gareth commented. “You ladies are welcome to my castle for as long as you like,” he told Minerva and Xera before leaving himself.

Xera sighed and nodded. “Well, we’re here for another day at least, it seems…” she said. “I befriended some mercenaries and they’re going out to hunt Venomtongue since he escaped the guards. They’re at the kennels getting the hunting dogs ready if you’d like to join.”

“Oh! I want to play with the dogs!” Minerva beamed before following Xera.

***

“Damn that whore!” Venomtongue cursed as he stumbled through the brush in the forest near the castle, nursing his bandaged hand. “I’ll get her. I’ll get them all!” He swore. “None of them will escape my-GYAAHH!”

He screamed as something sharp bit into his ankle and made him fall. He looked at the animal trap that secured his leg and tried to pull it free, but the sharp teeth on it his bit into his fingers. He cursed at his continued misfortunes and simply lay back, taking a moment to breathe and clear his hand.

“I need to think. It’s the only way out of this.”

“Well, well, well...it appears we caught a man-thing, Fizz.”

Venomtongue turned to see a pair of goblins standing a few feet away. One carried a club while the other carried a curved, rusted sword. It was only then that Venomtongue realized he was at some kind of campsite. Bones and skulls littered the ground and some kind of strange wheel stood feet away from a massive cauldron. He saw a large, green decapitated body laying in the ground.

“Yes, we have, Klaz,” the goblin holding the club said. “It’s a bit of a stringy man-thing, that. Cousin Grix said the feast he invited us to was a busty woman-thing. This is not a busty woman-thing.”

“It is not, Fizz. I suspect the woman-thing killed cousin Grix. This camp stinks like an orc, too. We will make do,” Klaz said, brandishing his blade.

“Boys! Boys!” a third goblin, this one a short female, ran up carrying a book. “I found Grix’s cookbook, I did!”

“Well done, Faz,” Fizz said to her as she began flipping through the pages.

“Now, hold on…” Venomtongue reasoned. “We can help each other, friends. Let me free, and I can direct you to a party of busty women-things who can whet your appetites.”

“Hmm…” Klaz tapped his chin. “The man-thing looks like one who lies. We don’t like liars, do we, Fizz and Faz?”

“We do not,” Fizz and Faz both answered at once.

“Beside, my kin and I have traveled far...and the man-thing is here now. Women-things are not,” Klaz said. “And Klaz has many mouths to feed.”

“Many…?” Venomtongue’s blood ran cold. When Klaz motioned, Venomtongue looked around to see several more goblins emerging from the shadows of the camp, many sporting forks and knives, and others with only clawed hands.

“Cousin Grix says human-things taste better if you keep them alive while you eat them,” Faz said, thumbing through the book.

Klaz stroked his narrow chin. “All right. Cousin Grix had many smarts. We’ll listen to his words. Dig in, kin. But don’t kill him yet!”

Shrill cheers went up from the party of goblins as they swarmed Venomtongue.

“...This is bullshit…” He lamented as the tide of goblins fell upon him.

The End