Babala's Correction Read Free

Peli?’ asked Graf. ‘What do you desire of these females?’
    Peli would have stumbled had not Graf caught his arm. ‘In truth,’ he mumbled, his chin low on his chest, ‘I wish we were at home in the castle guardroom. I’ve heard that the other one, Babala, is a magical creature who can turn a man to stone should he pole her with his cock.’
    Again the others laughed.
    â€˜Aye,’ said Bart, ‘if you say so. But I hear tell that her nubbin is as prominent as a little cock, straining from its hood, anxious to be petted and excited to a come which will leave her begging to be fucked by each of us, one after the other.’
    â€˜No one knows this for sure,’ said Peli.
    â€˜â€˜T’is true!’ Bart insisted. ‘As true as I stand here. The Taskmaster’s manservant told me and the Taskmaster himself told him.’
    â€˜But the women belong to the Prince,’ groaned Peli, ‘just as we do.’
    The four men ran along the narrow path in silence for many minutes, each keeping his own council until Graf spoke at last, never slowing his pace. ‘Well, I shall keep quiet about our pleasure in the forest, if I can trust you all to do the same.’
    â€˜For the sake of spearing her silken cunt,’ said Bart, ‘I would be willing to have my tongue cut out by the root.’
    â€˜And to torment the Lady Fazath until she begs for more I should be willing to be made a eunuch,’ Capel said gleefully. ‘What say you, Peli?’
    â€˜Leave the lad alone,’ snapped Graf. ‘He has tasted no woman yet.’
    Capel slapped his thigh triumphantly. ‘Just as I thought! The lad’s a virgin, his cock undipped and an orgasm not known except by his own hand.’ He chuckled cruelly and prodded Peli’s back as the lad hung his head in shame and blushed with confusion and embarrassment.
    At that very moment Graf held a warning finger to his lips, ordering silence. ‘Listen!’ he hissed.
    The men stopped and obediently strained their eyes in the darkness, watchful of the path ahead. They craned their necks and cocked their ears. Capel, especially, cupped a hand to his ear and turned his head to focus on any unusual sound in the forest.
    â€˜I hear nothing but rain,’ he said irritably. ‘I say we should press on and find the bitches before they escape beyond the borders of Ellipsis.’
    â€˜No, Graf’s right,’ said Peli, ‘I hear something. A sound... a soft sound... as if...’ He looked at Graf, searching for help in describing what he could hear.
    â€˜That’s the sound of pleasure, my boy,’ supplied Graf. ‘The sound of an orgasm, welcomed and enjoyed.’
    â€˜They are near,’ whispered Bart. ‘Just up ahead, and the Lady Fazath is using the maid for her own ends.’
    â€˜Circle,’ whispered Graf, pointing the directions in which the men should go. ‘But tread like ghosts through the forest. Surprise them as they take their pleasure.’
    Peli was the first to come upon them and he gasped at the sight that greeted him. The Lady Fazath was on her knees between the shapely spread legs of Babala, who had her head flung back in uncaring bliss. His eyes darted down once more to the woman on her knees. He saw a flicking tongue and the bud that it teased. The others were right; it was truly beautiful, thickened and throbbing, slick with spittle. He felt his organ swell beneath the soft leather of his tunic and his fingers circled his thickness, sliding up and down as he watched the two females.
    â€˜There you are, lad.’ It was Graf who whispered and crept up beside him. ‘This won’t do. Pleasuring yourself when you should be binding them.’ He tugged at the silken cord at Peli’s waist. ‘What are you thinking of?’
    â€˜Babala’s cunt,’ Peli said hoarsely. ‘It is beautiful, isn’t it? I wish I could kneel