Rise of the Horde

Far from the troubles of the newly ascended king, Commander Nassor, his fellow commanders that were with him and the soldiers that were under him, enjoyed some great time. They enjoyed it while it lasted.

Now they find themselves in another war. The King of Alberna was requesting for their aid to defend the kingdom against the invasion of the barbarians that suddenly came down from the mountains to the north of the kingdom.

Luckily, the old commander felt that something was wrong. The barbarians to the north of the kingdom frequently launched raids but never attacked with such numbers according to the information that they were receiving from the runners.

As he had predicted, an unknown army launched an attack on the lands near the border of the kingdom towards the east where the Free City of Lazica was at. He had a hunch that there was some sort of agreement between the barbarians to the north of Alberna and the man behind the said city.

Commander Nassor deployed his troops and held the unknown army at bay, preventing them from rapidly advancing to the inner parts of the kingdom. "It seems like the title of a Free City was all just for show." Viscount Redore shook his head as he watched the riders of the unknown army flee from the battlefield.

He and his cavalry units were frequently engaged in skirmishes against the enemy cavalry as they seek out weaknesses in the enemy army that they can take advantage of while their enemies also did the same to them.

The citizens of Alberna that joined the army were very thankful to the Ereians. If it weren't for the Ereians, the citizens of Alberna would have been conquered, turned into slaves, corpses, or whatever their enemies wanted them to be..

As the sun began to set and the sky turned into a deep shade of orange, Viscount Redore and his cavalry units returned to camp. They were met with cheers and applause from the soldiers who had been waiting anxiously for their return.

Redore dismounted his horse and made his way towards Commander Nassor's tent. As he approached, he saw the commander deep in conversation with a messenger.

"What news do you bring?" Redore asked as he entered the tent.

The messenger bowed his head. "My lord, the King of Alberna sends his thanks and requests that you continue to hold the enemy at bay until reinforcements arrive."

Nassor nodded. "We will do what we can. Tell the king that he can count on us."

As the messenger left, Nassor turned to Redore. "We need to think of a new strategy. Our current defense can only hold the enemy for so long. We must strike back."

Redore nodded. "I have an idea. When I was riding with my cavalry units, I noticed that the enemy's supply convoy was heavily guarded. If we can cut off their supplies, their army would be weakened and we can launch a counter-attack."

Nassor pondered on Redore's proposal. "It's risky, but it might just work. We'll need a team to carry out the mission."

"I have the best riders in the army and I will be the one leading them," Redore offered.

The old commander didn't want the viscount to participate in the mission because of the danger but he had no other choice. The viscount is their best cavalry commander and his units are the most experienced among the riders that they have.

"Very well. We'll discuss the details tomorrow morning," Nassor said, dismissing Redore.

As Redore left the tent, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. The thought of executing a daring mission such as this thrilled him.

That night, Redore couldn't sleep. He decided to take a stroll around the camp to clear his mind.

The viscount soon reached the outskirts of the camp and noticed two soldiers whispering to each other. It was already late at night and they should be already inside their tents. They should already be resting.

Redore approach the two with light steps. Judging by their outfit, the two weren't on sentry duty.

"Are you certain that what we bought would work?" one of the two questioned the other. "How long would it take for it to take the effect on that bitch?"

"Just be patient, will you? We will have our revenge," the other one replied.

The viscount noticed that one of the two had a bandage wrapped around his left arm, colored red. While the other one had bandages wrapped around his right calf and right hand. Their wounds were still fresh from the state of the bandages.

"What would work?" Redore uttered in a low voice. He wanted to find out what the two fellas were up to.

Frightened by the sudden voice, the two flinched but quickly relaxed. "You can join us, but keep it a secret," the one with a bandage on his left arm responded without looking back.

"And what makes you think that I would certainly join?" the viscount responded.

"Listen here bud-…" the one with a wound on his calf and hand turned around, but his words were cut short. He furiously tapped the shoulder of his companion to get him to turn around.

"What?" his companion turned around in anger. "Who is the dumba-…?" his words too were cut short after identifying the man in front of them.

"Scram!" Redore growled. The two up to no-good soldiers quickly fled the scene. "Albernans…" he clicked his tongue; he easily identified them by their appearance and their attire.

He was about to continue with his stroll, but as he walked, he heard faint moans coming from a tent nearby along the outer edges of the camp. Curiosity got the better of him and he peeked inside. There, he saw one of the rare ones in the army, a beautiful woman, pleasuring herself.

He finally knew what the two no-good soldiers were up to. Those two somehow managed to drug the woman with an aphrodisiac and judging by her current state, it was a strong one.

Human women weren't prohibited to become soldiers but unlike the other races there were only few who would want to be one. Most human women would rather tend to their husband's and children's needs than to be in an army and fight in a bloody battlefield.

Redore felt himself getting aroused as he watched her fingers move in and out of her wet folds. He couldn't resist the temptation and entered the tent.

The young woman's breasts hung heavy, yet perky, in front of a curved body. Her womanhood glistened, moist and inviting.

Her long, brown hair was messy, strands of hair falling over her eyes and her cheeks flushed. Her lust filled eyes were dark and seemed to glare at you with a fiery passion. Her hazel irises looked like light brown crystals, each twinkling in excitement.

The woman was a beauty. Her hair was long and brown, with a single curly strand that brushed her left eye. She had the smooth skin of a child, a slim but muscular build, and wide hips. Her breasts were small, but her nipples were pink and swollen.

Her scent of fresh flowers and sweet perfume aroused Redore's senses as he got closer.

The young woman's musky scent wafted into Redore's nose. It was sweet like flowers, but it also reeked of cunt.

Her flower filled the tent with a musky scent that aroused Redore, the scent of a real woman compared to the lilac scented powder of the court or the strong scent of his fellow men from battle.

The woman was startled at first but then looked at him with lustful eyes. "Do you want to join me?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.

Redore didn't need to be asked twice. Under the cover of darkness, he quickly stripped off his clothes and joined her on the bed. They kissed passionately, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths.

Redore closed his eyes as he pressed his lips against hers, and they shared a long, deep kiss.

Redore slipped his tongue into her mouth, kissing her with passion. She kissed him back furiously. He could taste her on his lips, her tongue intertwined with his like snakes in mating season.

The woman moaned as Redore's erection rubbed against her clit. With each thrust, her moans grew louder and louder. ｂｅ𝚍𝚗𝚘ｖｅ𝚕．ｃ𝚘𝚖

Her breathing was gentle and slow. Her soft moan as she stroked her clit turned into a lustful moan as she watched Redore rubbed her slit.

Redore explored her body with his hands, feeling every curve and dip. He then moved down to her breasts, taking each nipple in his mouth and sucking on them until they were hard.

Her body felt warm as he caressed her body, moving from her breasts to her hips and back again.

Her naked body was soft and smooth not what he had expected from a soldier. Her skin looked youthful and attractive. Her breasts were firm and perky, her nipples erect.

With each caress of his hand, her body shook a little. Her eyes closed in bliss and her lips parted just enough to allow a breath of air to escape.

The young woman moaned and writhed beneath him, her body on fire with pleasure. Redore then moved down even further, his tongue slowly moved to her cave and began to lick her wet pussy.

"Ahh… Ahh… Ahh…"

Tears streamed down her face. She twisted her body, rolled her head from side to side and cried out.

"Y-Yeah… Lick it…"

She loudly cried out. Her moans resounded through the tent. The viscount was sure that with how loud her moans were, the people in the nearby tents were aware of what was happening.