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  "Strange," commented Iona. "An unlocked gate, no guards to be seen, and a wall a cripple could climb over. I know the city is supposed to be impregnable, but people who live here usually have private security. Should we go and tell the General?"

  "You know him better than I," said Per. "What will he do if he finds Queen Shara here?"

  Iona blew out a breath. "He'd be charming and delightful, and would hold on to her until he had wrung a few concessions out of the Overlord. You know, beneficial trade agreements, reduced custom taxes on his exports, that sort of thing."

  "Yeah, and I'd still be tied to the kidnapping, even if she was rescued by the General," said Per. "I think we'd better do this ourselves."

  "No time like the present."

  The two of them unsheathed their swords and sneaked through the gate. Per winced as he opened it, waiting for the magical alarms to go off. The gate swung open without a sound.

  "Through the bushes or on the path?" whispered Iona.

  "The path," said Per, looking at the bushes on either side. "It seemed safe enough for the men."

  What he did not tell Iona was that he did not recognize the bushes. They were of a species he had never seen before. He decided to play it safe and stay away from them. He and Iona quickly went up the path to the main house.

  Off to the right of the mansion was a set of connected greenhouses. A porch wrapped all the way around the house and large double doors led into it. The curtains were pulled closed at each window.

  "Around back?" he asked Iona.

  "Yes, that..." Iona said no more as the double doors swung open and they were both framed in the light coming from the main hallway.

  A man in the vest stood in the doorway. "I told you I thought we were being followed!" he yelled as he waved a mace around. "Kill them! Kill them both!"

  Three other men barreled out of the door behind the man in the vest. Per managed to block the mace with his shield. Another man came at him with a lowered spear, ready to impale him in the stomach. Per quickly sidestepped and hacked at the spear with Dorgeth. The enchanted blade easily sheared through the wood shaft about six inches below the steel point, changing the spear to a quarterstaff. Per raised his shield to block another blow from the mace, but could not get it at the proper angle in time. Pain lanced through his forearm as the force of the blow was transmitted through the shield to his arm.

  He swung Dorgeth around in a wide arc, forcing the man in the vest to jump back. Per flexed his left arm and found that he could still move it, despite the pain. The other man had dropped the spear shaft and was pulling a scimitar out of the sheath attached to his hip. Per batted at the man wearing the vest with his shield, took a step to the side, and lunged.

  The second man's eyes widened in horror as the white blade punched into his abdomen. A couple of inches of the blade come out his back and the man folded over. Per knotted up his arm muscles and tore Dorgeth free, splattering blood everywhere. As he yanked his blade out of the man, he spun around to face the man in the vest.

  The mercenary's face screwed up into an angry snarl as he saw his comrade collapse to the ground. With a mindless cry, he attacked with reckless abandon. Per was completely on the defensive as blows rained in from the left and right. He blocked, parried, dodged and swerved to avoid the fast, wild swings.

  No one, not even Per, could keep swinging a mace with such fury for any length of time. The man, breathing heavily, began to tire. On one swing, he overreached and lost his balance. He hopped forward a step or two and regained his balance, but it was too late. Per raised Dorgeth and brought it straight down, cleaving the man's spine.

  Per heard Iona cry out in pain and spun around towards her. One of her attackers was on the ground, choking and coughing up blood from a slashed throat. Her other assailant had cut her on her right arm and her sword was now lying on the ground. Per could see he was too far away from them and he pulled his dagger from his belt. The final man raised his sword to give a killing blow, but froze as Per's dagger imbedded itself right between his shoulder blades. Iona held her breath until the man crashed to the ground.

  "Thanks," hissed Iona as Per tied a piece of cloth around her wound.

  "Let's check inside," said Per. "The way this guy yelled, anyone in the house could have heard him. No one else came out, but there may be one or two hiding inside."

  They walked up the steps and into the house. They entered a wide foyer with a large curving staircase in front of them leading up to the second floor. Doors led off to the left and right, and there was a long hallway leading to the back of the house to the right of the staircase.

  "Have you taken care of those pesky...Oops," exclaimed a woman coming out of the right side doorway.

  She was in her early thirties, about five-foot with mousy brown hair done up in a bun on top of her head. She had on a tight white blouse and a full, multi-colored skirt that flared out as she walked. She managed a weak smile that went as fast as it came. Just as quickly, she turned and bolted back through the door.

  Per raced after her and found himself in the dining room. The woman had pulled open a door at the far end of the room, which led out to the porch. He ran around the table giving chase. As he ran out onto the porch, he spotted the woman sprinting for the greenhouses. Iona ran by him and out onto the lawn. The woman reached the greenhouses, laughed, and darted inside.

  "Iona, wait!" yelled Per just before she ran in after the woman.

  He ran forward and watched the woman through the glass sides of the greenhouse. She ran by several tables loaded down with plants. The plants looked to be all the same, a large green shrub with spiky leaves and a cluster of white flowers blooming out of the top. As the woman passed by each plant, she grazed the flowers with her hand releasing a visible pollen cloud. The air was soon thick with it.

  "Go around quickly and block the other door," said Per softly to Iona. "Don't go into the greenhouse. I don't recognize these plants."

  Iona nodded and sprinted off. The woman had moved halfway down the aisle of the greenhouse before she looked back. She saw that Per had stopped ten feet away from the open door and was not chasing her anymore. She turned around and sauntered back towards him.

  "What's the matter?" simpered the woman. "You don't like my plants?" She inhaled deeply through her nose. "See, they won't hurt you."

  "I'm happy where I am," replied Per. "You know the others will not be coming to your rescue, don't you?"

  "I thought as much when I saw you in my house," said the woman. "Well, they were becoming a bit of a bore anyway."

  "What did you do with the Queen?" asked Per.

  "Who?"

  "Queen Shara."

  The woman's eyes widened in surprise. "So that was why they were hiding out! A queen, no less! My thanks to you, kind sir, with that information I should be able to get out of my current predicament."

  She turned and ran towards the far door. The rear of the greenhouse backed up to a barn with double wooden doors. The woman released more pollen as she went down the aisle. Laughing, she reached for the door handle and yanked.

  The door did not swing open. Grabbing the handle with both hands, the woman tugged frantically at the door, but it did not budge. While she was yanking at the door, Iona came back around to stand beside Per. The woman resorted to banging her shoulder into the door a couple of times and then finally gave up. She turned and walked back to the center of the greenhouse.

  "Ah, I see," she said, looking at Iona. "Your accomplice has locked me in. Well, I surrender," She held out her arms with her wrists together. "Come and take me away."

  "I don't think so," said Per. "Why don't you come out here?"

  The woman chuckled. "You're not as stupid as you look. What do we do now? You won't come in and I won't come out."

  "How about we talk?" said Per, sitting on the ground. "What's your name?"

  "Lady Contico of Delta," she replied with a smile. "Yours? I recognize Lady Iona."

  "Per Devon," s
aid Per. "I take it you did not know that the men you were hiding had kidnapped Queen Shara?"

  "No, I was paid to hide them."

  "Who paid you?" asked Per.

  "Tut, tut, tut," admonished Lady Contico. "It's my turn to ask a question. Tit for tat."

  "Ask away."

  "You're not human, or you're part human," said Contico. "What are you?"

  "Half-ogre," replied Per. "Who paid you?"

  "I could just say a nobleman, since you're not elaborating," pouted Contico. "I'll add that he is young, in his twenties, and is supposed to know the victim, your Queen."

  Iona snorted. "She's not his Queen. She tried to have Per killed for thwarting one of her plans. What does the pollen do?"

  "See?" Contico pointed out to Per. "That's how you elaborate."

  "Where did they take her?" asked Per.

  "Sorry, I've already been asked a question," said Contico, who turned to face Iona. "Do you like them?" She touched another flower, releasing more pollen into the air. "They are my own creation. They're ready for market, too. You want your man to have more stamina? Do you want your woman to be ready anytime? Just let them sniff the flower. It puts you in the perfect move... mood."

  "Per has more than enough stamina as it is," replied Iona. "I shudder to think if he had more."

  "Do tell," gasped Contico, her eyes alight in anticipation. "Maybe I'm missing a vital ingredient."

  "Looks like the pollen is getting to you," said Per. "You're not immune to it yourself."

  Contico inhaled deeply and the hard nubs of her breasts poked out clearly against the thin material of her tight blouse. She licked her lips before answering. "I had acquired immunity to the pollen, I just neber... never had this long an exposure to it before."

  Iona stood up and came over to crouch behind Per. She removed his helmet and wrapped her arms around his neck. She tilted her head down so her mouth was close to his ear.

  "Play along with me," she whispered just before she nibbled on his ear.

  "So you want to know about Per?" Iona said in a low, sultry voice. "How about being a male that can keep it up long enough to cum six times in a row? A male so strong you couldn't resist even if you wanted to. And as for his cock!" Iona shuddered deliciously. "You have to see it to believe it!"

  "Show me!" gasped Contico as she started to fidget and squirm back and forth.

  "Show you?" asked Iona in mock astonishment. "Remember tit for tat? Showing you would cost you some information, probably more than you know."

  Contico growled in frustration and spun away. She angrily swatted at a flower, breaking the stalk and sending a dense cloud of pollen into her face. Contico choked, gasped and then spun back to face then.

  "Well, maybe we can give you a taste, just to elaborate as it is," said Per, standing to peel off his armor.

  Contico was panting by the time he had taken off his armor and the padding underneath. Her breasts rose and fell quickly, and she was flushed with excitement. Per pulled off his undershirt, revealing his hard biceps and massive chest. He then faced Contico dressed in his pants and boots.

  "Well?" he asked Contico.

  "They said they worked for Yayenski and that he was paying them. The woman they brought here was drugged and the nobleman rode off with her that day after they arrived."

  "Where did they go?" asked Per.

  "Tit for tat," breathed Contico heavily, through clenched teeth.

  "Oh, you mean like this?" asked Iona as she knelt down beside one of his legs and wrapped her arms around it.

  Per tried not to stiffen as Iona took both of her hands and ran them up from his ankle to his upper thigh. Contico had taken two steps forward to watch their actions intently. He inhaled sharply when Iona brought a hand up between his legs from behind to cup his balls. His cock hardened up immediately.

  "They're huge!" purred Iona to Contico. "So heavy! Full of his seed and, oh!" Her other hand had found its way to his cock. "Look at the size of this!"

  Contico's hands were roaming all over her body as Iona traced and kneaded Per's hard prick through his pants. She was gasping heavily and had taken another step forward. Per watched her visibly fight with herself to keep from rushing out of the greenhouse. Iona must have seen it to because she pulled off his boots and undid his belt.

  "Anything you want to say?" she asked Contico as she grasped the waistline of Per's pants.

  "Augh! They mentioned that they were going underneath the mountain east of here," she cried out as her hands yanked her blouse off and ripped open her skirt. Contico had a slightly plump body with rounded hips and large soft tits. Her body shimmered with sweat.

  "Underneath?" asked Per confused. "You mean to the base of the mountain?"

  "No!" cried out Contico in frustration. "I mean underneath! Underground!"

  Iona pulled down Per's pants and his twelve inch cock sprang free. Contico cried out in passion at the sight and came rushing out of the greenhouse. She fell to her knees in front of him and would have grasped his cock had he not jumped back with Iona grabbing her by the arms.

  "Please, fuck me!" babbled Contico. "I need it so bad! I'm on fire! Fuck me! Please! Please, fuck me!"

  Per was about to turn away and get dressed when Iona stopped him. "Look at her eyes!" she gasped with anxiety.

  He was shocked to see that Contico's eyes were tinged with red. She started wriggling and squirming to try to break free of Iona's grip and get to his cock.

  "Per, you don't think?" Iona asked tentatively.

  "The pollen must produce something like what happens to me," said Per. "We can't leave her like this. We, uh..."

  "I know!" sniped Iona, fighting to hold onto Contico. She spun around and managed to get the other woman in a headlock. She sat down abruptly, bringing Contico's head down with her, while leaving her ass up in the air. "Give her what she needs, Per. Give her everything you got."

  Per nodded and, with business-like dispatch, knelt down behind Contico. Her brown pubic thatch was just a shade darker than her hair and moisture glistened off her engorged labia. He placed the tip of his hard prick at the entrance to her cunt, grabbed her hips and shoved forward.

  Contico's scream of delight was muffled by Iona's arm as six inches of thick hard cock pushed into her. Her next cry of passion was cut short when Per hit bottom hard with only seven inches inside her vagina. He held onto her hips as he ground his cock forward. Contico was whimpering in pain and passion as he forced another three inches into her. Her pussy was stretched tight around his shaft and Per pulled back to ram his cock forward again. After a dozen hard thrusts, he had his cock fully imbedded into Contico's over-stretched vagina. That was when he really started to fuck her.

  Iona felt each jarring thrust as Per's hips slapped hard against her well-rounded ass. Contico was crying, blubbering, panting, and asking for more all at the same time. Iona held onto to her in the headlock, afraid to let the sex-crazed woman go. She almost did release her when Contico's right arm came around over her hip to place her hand directly on Iona's pubic mound.

  "Oh, shit!" gasped Iona as the hand reached up and nestled right between her legs where there was no armor. She gritted her teeth as Contico's fingers began to play with her pussy through her clothes. "Per! I don't know if I can hold her like this."

  "She's caught up in her lust," gasped Per, without losing his beat. "I can hold her if you need to move away."

  "No, let's finish this," grunted Iona, tightening her hold.

  Per continued to fuck Contico with his rock hard cock. His low-slung balls slapped up into her stomach with each thrust. Iona bit her lip to try and shut out her own passion. Contico's fingers had managed to hit right on Iona's clitoris and were rubbing it for all that it was worth. Iona's cunt was leaking so bad that her underpants were soaked. She tried to deny the perverse pleasure she was feeling, but the sexual tension within her kept building.

  Per felt his own passion building as he rammed his cock again and again into Contico's
hot, tight pussy. He felt her shudder and then felt her vaginal muscles spasm around his massive shaft. Iona shivered and cried out at the same time. Per pumped his cock in and out a couple more times before his own climax exploded. Grinding his prick fully into Contico, he let loose a barrage of hot, gooey sperm. He kept spurting as he felt her womb fill up and then the excess seed began to ooze out to run down Contico's legs.

  "You came," said Iona, breathlessly. "Do you need to, you know?"

  "No, I don't," replied Per. "I guess the romp in the stables earlier..."

  He stopped as Contico thrust her hips back hard against him and growled in frustration. Per grabbed her hips tightly as Iona was almost thrown free.

  "She's still in its grasp!" warned Iona. "Up her ass! Shove it up her ass!"

  Per pulled his cum-covered cock free of Contico's sopping wet cunt and pulled her soft, dimpled asscheeks apart. After one or two misses, he managed to place the tip at her tight wrinkled hole. He pushed forward slowly until he felt the head of his cock pop past her sphincter muscle. Per slowly, but methodically fucked his hard prick back and forth into Contico's rectum until all of it was buried deep in her bowels and her asshole was grotesquely stretched around his thick base. Contico began grunting like a pig as he drove eleven inches of hard meat in and out of her ass.

  "You got her?" asked Iona.

  "Yup."

  Iona let go of Contico and stood up. The other woman stayed on her hands and knees as Per plowed his dick in her butt. Contico was moaning and writhing on the ground and her hands were digging into the dirt. Her ass and tits jiggled with each slap of Per's hips as he thrust deep into her rectum.

  Per was surprised when Iona reached under Contico and pressed her fingers against her dripping pussy. She moaned aloud as Iona's fingers returned the favor by rubbing her clit.

  Contico bucked backwards both against his thrusts and Iona's probing fingers. She was crying aloud at the tension building up within her as she gasped heavily for air. Suddenly, her whole body went rigid and then spasmed as her orgasm overtook her. Her juices squirted out to coat Iona's fingers and her anal muscles tightened down around his prick. The tightening of an already tight hole was too much for Per and he rammed his cock all the way into her ass as he came.