Chapter 58 Commander Dimian 2
Chapter 58 Commander Dimian 2
She swallowed and took careful steps back.
“You will ride with me.” He said to her. He didn’t ask, and neither was that a request; he was telling her what exactly would happen but she shook her head in defiance, too scared to want to come close to him but Ryder would not be having any of her whines nor any of her disobedience and in one swift move, he had one hand around her waist and then he pulled her closer to himself.
She gasped in fear and his dark eyes looked down at her but she kept her eyes to his chest, to scared to look up at him. He had a frown on his face but he wasn’t angry, he was impatient. He felt her tremble in his arms, heard her heart thumping loud and fast in her chest and he unconsciously smiled, then tightened his grip around her waist, earning a yelp and a whimper from her. She shook like a leaf caught up in a storm and her body tingled in fear. He liked that.
He leaned down lower to her ear and then in that deep, hoarse voice, he whispered. “You will ride with me, Lyra.”
He only took a handful of soldiers with him, and with his command and commander Dimian leading the way, they rode non-stop all through the night and by the crack of the first dawn, they entered Alzicia, the capital city of Rocheveron. It was well into the morning before they got to the castle of Rocheveron where they were welcomed by what they had not, in their wildest dreams, expected to see.
Parties and feasts would usually end by the morning, or in most cases, before the first light of the morning even if it was overnight, but what greeted them as they stepped into the hall of the Rocheveron castle was a feast, which by the looks of it, had gone on throughout the night and survived the morning, and still went on.
It was an orgy. A fine orgy with more naked women in the hall then there were soldiers in the kingdom’s army, figuratively speaking, of course. Some hung from the ceiling supported by long hanging strips of clothes, dancing and displaying and letting everything show without shame.
They all moaned and grunted and they groaned, and each one had his or her own style of giving pleasure to his or her chosen partner, some having more than one, and at the head of the table, at the far end of the hall where the throne was place, they could see a drunk and almost completely naked old man with a gleaming crown on his head, raising his goblet to give a toast to his deeply engaged guests.
He chuckled and then moaned, his hand coming to rest at the back of the head of a rather young girl whose face was in his groin. It was clear what she was doing as her head bobbed up and down, her quite experienced lips around his dick, sucking and giving pleasure, her slender fingers wrapped around his hardened shaft. He moaned out and emptied the wine from his goblet on her head and threw his own head back as a wave of orgasm washed over him and then the girl gagged and retreated as his dick fell out from her mouth
Ryder frowned deeply, his powers had dissipated into the night and asides from his towering height and the aura of authority he gave off, he looked like any other normal human being now. His grip on Lyra’s wrist tightened and with one yank, he pulled her forcefully close to his side. He shot Dimian an angry stare but the man just looked on indifferently like this was a normal sight in the castle, and just as Xanth was about to protest that they be taken away from the hall, a middle-aged woman, dressed splendidly and elegantly in the most attractive royal attire walked up to them.
“Lord Ryder of Astaroth, I believe?” Their attention was turned immediately to her and Dimian took her outstretched hand and bowed slightly, planting a kiss on the back of her hand before coming to stand beside her, giving her room to speak to the others. She smiled to him and then turned to the visitors. “I am Lynorr Krinn, Queen of Rocheveron. Welcome to my Kingdom.”