Lord Of The Otherfolk [The Gadifriald's Saga #6]
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by T. J. Lazier
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica/Fantasy
Description: The sixth instalment of "Gadifriald's Saga" of our bestselling saga of magic and eroticism! If you like your sexual fantasies to take wing - quite literally - then this series will lift more than your spirits!
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler,
eBookwise Release Date: January 2012
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [103 KB]
Reading time: 69-97 min.
A NIGHT IN MARIANA
Few now live who remember these tales so pen must be set to page...
Nights in Jamaka were warm even in winter and a night in midwinter of the Christian Year 1220 in the city of Mariana that was the capital of Jamaka was no exception. That meant the bed chamber of the Jarl of Jamaka, like most of his palace, was an open airy affair designed so cool ocean breezes could blow through it to bring relief from the humid heat that often beset the island nation. The jarl's palace sat upon an island that sheltered the harbor of the city of Mariana that had once contained the entire city when it had been an Antilian trading colony along the northeastern coast of the Mariana Peninsula of the island of Jamaka that was west and south of Antilia in the sea named after the island nation.
Conquered by a confederation of Norse pirates during the Pirate Wars decades before, Jamaka had become a nation of its own and Mariana had grown dramatically. The old city built of native limestone by Antilians in Antilian style still filled the island that sheltered the harbor but cruder buildings of timber and thatch had been built around the harbor by the Norse pirates and their Arawaki vassals as Mariana had expanded from a sleepy colony into a bustling capital. Yet even with all the new construction the island's old city remained the center of Mariana with the jarl's palace the very center of all Jamaka.
The palace that had once been the Antilian governor's was built in typical open rectangular Antilian style of limestone with three wings surrounding a central courtyard that was filled with gardens and held the Great Hall of the Jarl of Jamaka. The palace was surrounded by a wooden stockade which was also surrounded by exotic gardens that when caressed by the steady sea winds that always blew from the north east carried the fragrance of tropical flowers into the bedchamber of the Jarl of Jamaka. The bedchamber was on the top floor of the palace situated at the south end of the eastern wing of the great structure and as before stated was an open airy affair with three of its walls open colonnades to let in those flower scented, cooling ocean winds.
Those open colonnades also let out the impassioned cries of Carine Ariansdaughter, Princess of the Triple Realm so that they filled the night air of the palace and its grounds. The princess uttered those impassioned cries as she half knelt and half lay in the midst of the Jarl of Jakama's great silk sheeted bed in the middle of the jarl's bedchamber while the jarl took her from behind. Strong hands grasped the kneeling girl's slender, shapely hips while her own soft hands grasped the silken sheets as the jarl's deep thrusts rocked her belly and breasts against the bed supporting her torso as he ravished her with a passion she felt in her teeth.
You could not blame the jarl for his wild passion for Carine was a goddess made flesh whose beautiful flushed face could stop hearts and whose wide, pleasure glazed lovely green eyes haunted men's dreams. The jarl tangled one big hand in her golden mane of hair to draw the girl up onto her hands, tumbled to her curvy rump he battered with his powerful hips. The beautiful body he stroked his other hand over was slender yet shapely with barely full breasts with pink nipples his strong fingers pinched and silken flesh turned golden brown by the tropical sun that his touch did make burn with delicious fire.
The Princess of the Triple Realm was a half otherfolk beauty whose mother's blood was a blessing and a curse. That otherfolk blood gave the girl long life and great beauty and great ability with magic for sure. But it also made her wild and wickedly carnal by nature and not even the iron will of the barely grown Cari could keep her otherfolk nature from turning her from a sharp minded and willful princess into a wanton, wild creature whose mad lust did infect her lovers.
Of course the heir to the throne of the Triple Realm had come to accept her otherfolk nature and even embrace it and that she did as the Jarl of Jamaka deliciously ravished the naked slave for a slender silver, rune worked collar princess. That enchanted collar marked Cari as an eternal slave though she was not the slave of the man who took her so passionately this night and truth be told the golden goddess did enslave the jarl even as he conquered her.
Which of course was the idea since Cari was using her wiles and beauty and promises of Antilian gold and Triple Realm's silver to convince the jarl to send Jamakan warriors across the Great Sea to fight the Roman Church in aid of her father, Canute the V. The princess had left England over a year before to find allies for her father to fight the crusaders of the Roman Church and had found slavery at the hands of a wicked sorceress, love in the form of her rescuer Gadifriald Lokkasson and allies and enemies in the lands of Westgarde, Antilia and places between and beyond. Having helped defeat Roman Crusaders and Jamakan Pirates in Antilia earlier that summer Cari had come the month before to Jamaka to force the jarl to break his alliance with the Roman Church to find the jarl knew of no such alliance.
Instead Altus Eldricsson, who was the son of one of Cari's allies and lovers and a Jamakan lord with the aid of the otherfolk sorceress Devia had been behind that alliance. Devia had enchanted Altus and two other Lords of Jamaka into rebellion when Carine, Gadifriald Lokkasson and Rosallia Sertorious had arrived at the head of a fleet and covered her escape with chaos and enchantment after besting Cari with magic and ravishing her and leaving her to be raped by Altus who Gadi had later killed in a duel after saving the Jarl of Jamaka from rebellion and murder.
Of course Cari was not thinking of such things that night as the jarl made heated love to her. While her decision to bed the man had been calculated there was nothing cold in the girl as she thrust back against the jarl. She took his thrusts with relish while all she could think of was his fingers stroking over her tiny waist and gliding down her silky belly and stroking her hairless sex. Then she could think of nothing as she exploded in wild and delicious pleasure that made her scream her joy for all the old city of Mariana to hear.
"Odin's eye I can't get enough of you girl!" Sven Aldrefsson panted after he had hammered his seed into the princess' welcoming channel.
Laughing a soft and satisfied laugh the girl squeezed the jarl's softening manhood with that channel and gazed over one slender shoulder as she purred coyly and breathlessly in her youthful yet regal voice, "That is the idea my lord jarl!"
The Jarl of Jamaka who knelt naked on the bed behind the princess he had just taken was a tall man who, standing, was perhaps two inches taller than Cari herself at six feet. He had long reddish brown hair and a short dark beard. Sven was built big and was a handsome man in his mid thirties with hazel eyes that roamed Cari's bare back and bottom before he met her coy, sultry gaze with a smile. The jarl was no fool and he had earned his position as Jarl of Jamaka with guile and political savvy. While totally enamored with the princess he was wise enough to know her game so she did not try to hide why she had seduced him.
Sven laughed and pinched her pleasure bud so that she gasped as he said amusedly, "You have me more enchanted with your wiles and beauty than Devia ever had Altus enchanted with her magic!"
"And my form of enchantment is much more pleasant for us both my lord," Cari pointed out with a gasping laugh of her own. She grasped his spent member so tightly with her channel it was his turn to gasp.
"How many warriors was it that you wanted again your highness?" the jarl demanded while he stroked her bud of pleasure and she milked his member as they shuddered together.
"Two thousand warriors my lord!" the princess replied breathlessly as she rolled her hips with wanton skill.
Sven groaned in pleasure and moaned to her, "I do not know if I could provide you with so many!"
Halting her pleasuring movements Cari gave the jarl a most sultry and seductive look over her shoulder. "An Antilian gold consul and a pound of silver per warrior you send," she breathed seductively.
"I already have gold and silver aplenty," the Jarl of Jamaka told her.
"Yet you can always use more my lord jarl," Cari pointed out as she twisted from his grasp and started to draw away from him.
"But you need warriors more than I need gold or silver," Sven declared. He used his hand in her golden tresses to draw her up and around bringing her belly to belly and breasts to chest.
"And you need me more than I need warriors don't you my lord?" the princess asked with a wicked little smile as she rubbed her nipples against his flesh and her belly again his.
"Balder's blood yes!" the jarl growled and crushing her to him in his strong arms. He kissed her with fierce hunger.
Cari laughed into their heated kisses for she knew she would have the warriors she wanted. Yet to make sure Sven gave her what she wanted the princess continued plying the jarl with her wiles as she teased his tongue with hers and stroked him with her soft hands and flushed body. The girl made the man groan and shudder with her touch and beautiful young body and did her best to drive him wild with her wiles. Cari's best was very good indeed.
"You drive me mad, girl!" Sven groaned when she parted her lips from his to nibble and kiss her way down his throat.
"That is the idea my lord jarl," Cari purred with a giggle against his flesh as she nibbled and kissed lower and lower. "Now weren't we discussing you giving me two thousand warriors?" the princess asked coyly with her mouth and hands roaming the jarl's iron hard belly and chest.
"Freya's cunt. You are a willing little temptress!" the man growled as her wet little tongue teased at his nipples.
Giggling wickedly the half otherfolk girl sucked and bit those nipples and breathed, "I do more than tempt my lord!"
Then to prove that, Cari pushed the jarl back onto his great bed and gazing up at him with hot eyes stroked his already reviving manhood with lips and tongue till the moaning and groaning man was hard as stone again. Taking his fully hard member into her mouth the seductress princess sucked him slowly and languidly, using lips, tongue and teeth to bring Sven to the very peak of pleasure without release again and again.
"Odin's eye!" the jarl groaned with his hands tight in Cari's golden hair and his body shuddering with need for release. His manhood quivered in her mouth as he begged, "For the love of Freya give me release girl!"
Smiling a slow, seductive smile Cari took her lips from around his manhood and slowly stroked her tongue up the underside of the shaft. "Give me warriors to fight the Roman Church and I will give you release my lord," she purred against the head of his member while fluttering her dark lashes at him coyly.
"By Balder's blood you shall have your warriors Your Highness!" Sven promised with desperate need in his voice and eyes.
"Those are the words I wanted to hear my lord!" the princess breathed with a smoldering look for him.
Then she did fulfill her part of the bargain as with the skill of a pleasure slave she brought the Jarl of Jamaka to shuddering release in her warm wet mouth.
While the Princess of the Triple Realm was practicing intimate politics in the splendor of the jarl's palace on the island old city of Mariana, Gadifriald Lokkasson was carrying out business of a different kind in the squalor of the newer Norse built waterfront sections of the city along the mainland harbor. That business was the search for clues to where the otherfolk sorceress Devia might have gone after she had fled the jarl's palace and the old city of Mariana after working her chaos. Gadifriald did not search for the enchantress' trail for any want of justice for her crimes against the Jarl or Jamaka or Antilia or even Cari or her attempt to kill him and Rosallia Sertorious.
No, he was spending a warm Jamaka winter night in the crowded and tangled waterfront of Mariana in search of clues for where Devia might have gone because he still searched for the truth of what had happened to his father. The mighty hero Lokka Longstridesson had not been heard from in over five years and his father's sword had been given to a Roman Crusader by Altus Eldricsson posing as the Jarl of Jamaka, who in turn had been given the sword by Devia. Gadi had gotten the information of who the crusader and Altus had gotten Dragonfang from before he had killed each of them and the next step in the journey of his father's sword lay with Devia.
The otherfolk woman had disappeared during the rebellion she had caused against Jarl Sven and had not been seen or heard from since. However, Jamaka was an island and unless Devia's magic allowed her to swim like a fish or fly like a bird she would have needed a ship or boat to leave the island. So the son of Lokka had put out word of a reward for news of Devia hiring a boat or ship and information revealed by that offer had brought the young Westgarder to where he sat that warm Jamaka's winter night.