The Triad and the Kidnapped Virgins 1: Taking the Young Wife

The Triad and the Kidnapped Virgins
Chapter One: Taking the Young Wife
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Fiona – Min-Kei, The Kingdom of Haz

I reined in Whitesocks at the top of the rise, horror beating in my breasts at the sight of the kobold raid on the village of Min-Kei. My thighs tightened on my horses flanks and I gripped the reins with a tight grip as the kobolds swept towards the stone houses across trampled fields of barley. My husband stopped his mount beside me, an excited grin on his handsome face. His wild, red hair waved about him in the breeze and his chainmail coat clicked as he drew his longsword. On the other side of him, our wife Aoifa let out a purring sigh.

She was as bloodthirsty as our husband. You would never know we were twin sisters. You could look at our beautiful faces and know we were sisters, but not that we came out of the same womb together. Aoifa’s hair was black and cut short, where as mine was a dark-auburn like our mothers and braided in a long plait down the back of my white robes.

“Looks like we arrived just in time,” whooped Seamus. “Gewin, bless my sword with your strength. Let it cleave through the flesh of my enemies and bring glorious victory on this day.”

His sword shimmered and glowed with a reddish hue, humming with the God of War’s prowess. Seamus was a paladin—a holy warrior. That was one of the reason’s I married him. There were other paladins I could have chosen back in the Tuatha Valley. Custom decried I had to. I was a twinborn witch, my sister and I bound to fight evil and protect the innocent.

Bellowing like a mad boar, Seamus heeled his mount. Strider leaped forward with his long gait. The black warhorse was well named as it sprinted down the green hill to the village below. The dusky-skinned Hazian farmers and miners wielded pitchforks and pickaxes as they tried to hold back the green-skinned kobolds and their disgusting, yellow-furred wargs.

Aoifa drew a pair of throwing daggers. She was dressed in black leather, her clothes tight and provocative. My sister had always been a wild girl. She had lost her virginity early and never passed up the chance to roll in the hay with a strong, handsome man or a comely lass. I was the only virgin in our marital bed last month.

“Come on, sweet sister!” Aoifa laughed as she heeled Scathach forward.

Her black mare whinnied with excitement as Aoifa followed our husband. Already Seamus had crashed into a warg rider, throwing the wolf-like monster and its rider to the dirt. His sword flashed and cut off the kobold rider’s head.

I fought my fear. This was what I was raised to do. I was a twinborn witch, a member of a holy triad. I had a duty to protect the peoples of the Lesh-Ke Mountains, whether of the Tuatha like me or the Hazians that had long claimed dominion over our ancestral lands. I readied to summon my spirits and fight the kobolds.

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Seamus

My burning-red sword carved through the head of a kobold. The green, disgusting thing tumbled through the air, its pointed ears still twitching. My blood sang with exhilaration. I had trained hard to be a paladin and win Fiona’s heart. Now I had my wish. A life of adventuring and fighting. I wouldn’t have to break my back farming in the rocky soil of the Tuatha Valley like my fathers and brothers.

“Come and fight me, curs!” I laughed as my sword stabbed through the thick hide of a warg. It howled in pain, its pointed ears—similar to a kobold’s—twitched as it fell to the ground. Blood frothed its dirty-yellow muzzle.

The kobolds hissed and snarled at me. They were almost as tall as a man, their green-skinned bodies thin and knobbly. They were offshoots of goblins, a tribe that had long learned to live above ground. The wargs were wolves combined through shamanistic magic to a kobold warrior, gaining the monsters low-cunning.

They were far more dangerous than a normal beast.

A kobold thrust a spear at me, the point rusted and pitted. My blessed sword parted the tough, wooden haft like it was butter, the severed point bouncing harmlessly off my mail coat. My boot crashed into the kobold’s face and sent him reeling, blood spurting from a broken nose.

Strider’s legs kicked out, crushing another kobold’s head as my sword sliced about us. “Is this the best you got?” I taunted the kobolds.

An arrow buzzed past my head.

I turned to face the kobold archer, raising my sword high. I was about to charge when a dagger took him in the throat. Aoifa darted past, lithe and lovely. She danced through a pair of warriors wielding crooked, cheap swords. She held a pair of longer daggers in her hands. She moved with such grace, slashing with her weapons.

The kobolds fell dead as she darted past.

“Don’t just stand there gawking, husband of mine,” Aoifa laughed. “Or I’ll kill all the kobolds and take all the rewards.”

I grinned back at her. She was such a woman. I had won an exciting pair of wives.

I turned and raised my sword, slaying a bounding warg and charged into the fray. The villagers cheered. I drank in their praise and waved my sword at them between swings. There was a pretty maid watching on a roof, her dusky skin exotic compared to the pale flesh of a Tuathan girl. I grinned at her as I galloped past.

I didn’t see the kobold shaman.

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Aoifa

The kobolds were too slow to touch me. I danced between them. A warg lunged at me. I nimbly dodged the beast, diving to the ground as it leaped over me. It was a powerful monster. Strong, snarling, its red cock hard beneath it.

What a cock. A flush of heat passed through me. Unlike my sweet sister, I wasn’t afraid to enjoy my body. It was whispered among the bolder woman of the valley about the prowess of a warg’s cock. I had always had interest in fucking a monster.

“Kill the bitch!” a kobold snarled, snapping his finger at the warg.

The warg’s red eyes fixed on mine. They were intelligent. A kobold male had been merged with a wolf to make this monster. His ears twitched and tail flicked back and forth. A pink tongue flicked across sharp teeth.

What a dangerous lover a warg would be. So exciting.

The warg charged. With a flick of my wrist, I threw a slim dagger. It took the warg in the eye, piercing through into the monsters brain. It took three steps and fell dead at my feet. My second throwing dagger took the kobold in the throat.

“What a shame,” I purred, shifting my hips.

“Seamus!” Fiona screamed in the distance.

The hair on my arms stood up. I whipped my head around. Seamus’s attention was on a comely, Hazian lass perched on a roof. He hadn’t noticed the kobold shaman with his skull-tipped staff conjuring an elemental. The elemental ripped out of the earth, grass and soil falling off the rocky form, and launched itself at my husband.

My stomach tightened. “Hurry, Fiona!” I screamed.

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Fiona

The abjuration spirits wrapped up a pair of kobolds in blue energy. The pair of disgusting, green-skinned bandits snarled and hissed at me. “Whore! Let us go and we’ll fuck you!”

“We know you want our big, green cocks!”

“Spirits, gag them,” I added, shuddering at their filthy tongues.

I scanned the battlefield. Seamus had left a path of dead kobolds and wargs. My sister danced her way through the kobolds. They were all too slow and clumsy to ever touch her. I groaned at my idiot, horny husband. He had his gaze on a Hazian strumpet instead of the battle.

The air tingled. I spotted the kobold shaman near my husband, working innate, elemental magic, similar to a Thosian mage.

“Seamus!” I shouted as the shaman conjured an earth elemental. I heeled Whitesocks and raced across the turf. Blue abjuration spirits danced around me, shooting off to ensnare a warg and his kobold rider charging at me.

The earth elemental was large, taller than my husband upon his horse. It rumbled across the ground, covering the distance remarkably fast. Seamus finally tore his gaze from the strumpet in time to face the elemental’s fist.

“Gewin’s cock!” Seamus cursed as he brought his sword around. He gripped the blade with his left hand, half-swording with his left hand to block the attack. The fist slammed into his enchanted blade. Red energy flared. Seamus flew from the saddle and landed heavily on his back. The red light vanished from his sword, the spell’s power ended.

The elemental roared. “Beat him to pulp!” laughed the shaman as he danced back and forth, waving his skull-topped staff.

I heeled Whitesocks to a stop and leaped to the ground, the bottoms of my robe flaring about my lithe legs. I landed on the ground and raced towards the elemental standing over my husband. Seamus recast his sword’s blessing as I conjured spirits.

“Come to me, spirits of the world! Gather around me!” My will reached out. I didn’t know how I could control the unseen spirits of the world. I was just born with the gift.