1. The Raid


    Date: 2/24/2017, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Author: Vuruda, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Black pillars of smoke curled upwards against a grey sky behind the wall of the garden. The clouds were tainted in yellow and red from fires burning in the town. The raid had started before sunrise while everyone was asl**p and would continue long into the night. A weak rain was setting in and the distant sounds of steel clashing against steel and men screaming their warcries grew more silent by the minute. The town was lost. Now the looting would begin. The Captain stood inside the garden, underneath maple trees with leaves as crimson as the bl**d his band had shed this day. Two dead guards lay to his feet. One was leaning against a round Bhudda sitting crosslegged in a bed of moss. His granite face was smiling at the carnage. The second guard was floating face down in the small pond in the center of the garden, bl**d gushing out from a gaping cut on his neck. Three colored Coi carps nibbling at his body. From the porch of her f****y manse she could watch him clean his curved blade from the bl**d of a dozen or more servants that died to protect her. Once it was shining bright, he sheathed the sword and slipped it back into the belt around his waist. Then his glance rose to meet hers. His brown hair hung heavy from rain and sweat and bl**d, clutching around his scarred face. Black eyes, dark as the night with a glimmer of stars peered at her, his prize. She sat unmoved on the wooden floor, her hands in her lap and her face expressionless. She had waited for him. She was a ...
    hostage here, her real parents long dead. He said he would come for her, he owed it to her father, but he had lost his titles when his lord, her father lost his life. The bandit climbed the few steps to the porch and came to a halt between the doors that used to frame hundrets of pure white sheets of parchment. One was torn to shreds by the fighting and looked like it would fall from its track any moment and the other was spotted with bl**d. He looked at his prize, donned in beautiful silks with sleeves as long as her body and ribbons and velvet sashes to hold the long cloth together. She had become the adopted daughter of a wealthy merchant, the one that plotted against her f****y. In her real f****y, hair was never cut as a sign of honor. She was proud to not have cut her hair for 18 years. It flowed like a black river over her back and broke it strands on the floor, spreading like a fan of black silk. She did not flinch as he came closer, not like the maids that served her, they had run the moment he broke into the house and slayed the first of the guards. Two former Samurai did not have a chance against that bandit lord. In his green robes and dark boiled leather harness, he danced around them swift and precise, sparks flying when steel met until the defenders breathed their last. She wouldn't run, she told herself, she had promised him her body, she was happy to pay him. He freed her at last. But know that he had won, she did not know what to expect. She was still a maiden. ...
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