The Godkiller Chronicles: Collection Two - On the Severed Heads of Our Enemies

By Lisa Lewd and Peter Pokher

Jorn leads an army of degenerate lowlifes to aid the beset Order of the Lost and in the process gets to know both old acquaintances as well as new ones.
The Godkiller Chronicles is a fantasy adventure with strong erotic elements of freeuse and breeding – reader discretion is advised.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lisa Lewd
• Release date: Dec 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463746103

Lisa Lewd

Swedish MILF with a taste for sex and the forbidden.

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The Godkiller Chronicles

Collection Two – On the Severed Heads of our Enemies

Includes Parts 6-10

A Freeuse Fantasy

By

Peter Pokher with Lisa Lewd

Copyright 2019 Lisa Lewd

Published by Peter Pokher and Lisa Lewd at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

About Peter Pokher and Lisa Lewd

Other books by Peter Pokher and Lisa Lewd

Part Six

Roots & Relics

Jorn filled up Sally two more times the next morning to make sure that she would be eating for two. Celia and Sandrine both stood next to the bed watching as he did his best to impregnate the young barmaid. In the corner of his eye he could see Sandrine whispering something in Celia’s ear and the knight blushed fiercely.

He still could not stop thinking about what Sally had said about the young sun god. It couldn’t be true could it? He got off Sally and had Sandrine clean him off with her mouth before he got dressed.

You get everything sorted? he asked Celia.

The knight nodded.

Yes. We should be heading for the east gate now.

Good, Jorn said and walked over to give the barmaid a kiss goodbye.

You keep ‘em safe now, Sally said nodding at the two other women.

Jorn smiled at her and they left.

They met up with the others outside of the eastern gate. Two dozen of the Ardor’s worst scum dressed up as … well, as scum. But on horseback at least. Naija was the only woman among the mercenaries and Jorn could see all the looks she was getting. But she was a grown woman, she could take care of herself. He also noted a number of the men looking at Celia and Sandrine. Not a big surprise there either, but there at least, something had to be done.

Alright. We ride for the east. Anyone who’s got second thoughts, better leave now.

There were looks going all around as the men eyed each other but no one made any move to leave.

And one more thing. If anyone lays a hand on my woman here, Jorn said nodding at Sandrine. Without my approval. I will cut that hand off and feed it to you. Without salt. Understood?

There were a few gruffs.

What about the other one? an huge bastard of a man wide as two barrels, rasped and pointed at Celia.

Jorn looked at the man. His name was Clayde if he remembered correctly and he had single-handedly held back a whole shipload of rikk-bears when they escaped. Which was still clearly visible on his scarred face.

Well. I wouldn’t recommend it. She would most likely not stop at the hand is my guess.

There were a few scattered laughs and then they were off. After the first night six of the men had left. It was actually better than Jorn had hoped for and in the next town he paid extra to get all the men cleaned up and outfitted with new travel clothes that were not as tattered as what they had been wearing before.

They stopped at inns every night while they were still in the central empire and the men made sure to visit the local brothels to get their rods polished. Jorn kept his eyes on Naija who had still not approached him for anything. But that was her issue, not his. He made sure to put his seed in Sandrine and Celia every morning and evening. The two women had become very close and every once in a while he saw them talking and touching their stomachs. He nodded approvingly whenever they did so.

Three weeks later they arrived at Helican. It was the last outpost of the central empire. East of the city the plains stretched out. It was still officially empire territory, but the claims were only as