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designed to sting, not flay, and thus perfect for teasing the sensitive flesh of the groin.
    He let fly, expertly striking Tyll’s inner thigh.
    The flesh flinched under the blow and Tyll cried out with a soft, “Oh!”
    Pajel smirked and struck again, on the other thigh. He moved into a steady rhythm of lashes, never striking in precisely the same place twice, alternating thighs until they both glowed a warm pink. Then, he brought the whip down on Tyll’s erect cock and balls. The bard made such amusing noises when he did that. He grabbed the head of Tyll’s pole to stabilize it as he lashed the firm meat, letting the soft whip-strands wrap around the target then tugging to release them. He paid attention to the balls, too, pulling the scrotum taut so he could whip it more easily. Before he was finished, Tyll was humping the air in a submissive display of lust.
    On one of the shelves, Pajel spied a very interesting toy. He picked it up and inspected it briefly before he put it on Tyll. It was a cock and ball harness. With the aid of some oil for lubrication, he pushed the ring down Tyll’s engorged shaft, watching avidly as the ring’s passage compressed the flesh. The further down it went, the more the cock was squeezed and the louder Tyll moaned.
    Finally, Pajel seated it on the base of Tyll’s cock and spent a fascinated moment watching Tyll squirm. He fingered Tyll’s tight hole and chuckled when it gaped open in a silent plea for use. Dangling from the ring was a curved piece of stiff leather perhaps two finger widths’ wide with a pair of hook closures on the ends. Pajel pulled Tyll’s scrotum down and brought the leather up around it, hooking it closed. The diameter of the leather tube was small; it contained the flesh of the scrotum, but the balls were too big to fit into it, so that they were held away from Tyll’s body and the flesh surrounding them was taut, outlining the two jewels in exquisite detail. Pajel brushed his hand over Tyll’s balls and the man shuddered and moaned in reaction.
    Tyll was writhing in need now, so while he continued to pay attention to Tyll’s package with one hand, he adjusted his pants with the other. Once he was exposed, Pajel oiled himself. Tyll was a friend; he had no interest in hurting him. Pajel slipped into Tyll with a groan of happiness that Tyll answered with an equally heartfelt moan.
    Pajel set a decent rhythm, not too fast, not too slow, a steady, deep rhythm that he could maintain for a long time. He wanted Tyll to feel good, and a quick fuck didn’t do much for slave fires. He wanted his friend sated. It would probably take more than once to achieve that, but Pajel was willing to do what it took to satisfy. Tyll cooperated with him, pushing back into his thrusts, and Pajel could feel the empathic talent reaching out to share with him. He allowed it, opening his mind to Tyll’s contact.
    The pleasure shared was pleasure more than doubled, and Pajel knew that Tyll was getting what he needed. Even the cock harness was good; it added to the intensity of their physical contact without causing much pain. What discomfort there was appeared to be of the kind that added to the pleasure, and so Pajel enjoyed Tyll with a light heart. His first climax was a sweet gift to them both, and Tyll’s answering climax left them both shuddering together. They rested for a time, then Pajel started it all over again. The second time, if anything, was even better.
     

Chapter Six: Bounty
     
     
    Єnatεra Ligo, Aoranz Fεngari
    9th day, 1st week, Auranz’s moon
     
    Seaday, the 10th of Auranmon
     
    The Lythadi gave the village no warning. In the dark before dawn, they approached the wooden palisade, swung grappling hooks over the top and swarmed up and over like ants attacking an abandoned piece of food. Landing lightly on the other side, they sprinted forward in small groups of three or four.
    Once the first wave was in the village, the second wave approached, still mounted,