Ranulf's Conquest

Ranulf’s Conquest

 

An Erotic Harem Fantasy Novel

Elliot Silvestri

 

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

 

Ranulf’s Conquest

 

An Erotic Harem Fantasy Novel

 

Copyright © 2022 Green Bush Publishing

 

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A Green Bush Publishing Book

 

The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.

 

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

 

 

Book 1

Beka

 

Prologue

 

Ranulf could see the other knight pursuing him. The hills were giving way to mountains and it was easy enough to look downward to see the man in his armor on a white horse. The knight was carrying less gear than Ranulf and had a fresher horse. He would catch Ranulf before the sun set. It was Ranulf’s choice as to where the confrontation took place. He could keep running and the knight would most likely catch him at the edge of the mountain pass or he could find a place to prepare an ambush.

Or he could confront the knight directly.

Urging his exhausted horse upward where he could see a relatively flat clearing Ranulf prepared himself.

It took the other knight less than half an hour to reach the clearing. Ranulf was as rested and ready as he ever would be. He had dismounted and drawn his sword. The other knight’s horse stumbled into the clearing and was brought up short by the rider.

Before he could react, Ranulf spoke. “I have no quarrel with you. I am leaving the Three Kingdoms. I will never return. I swear this as Ranulf, Knight of—” His words caught in his throat. He reminded himself that he was no longer a member of the Order of the Black Pyre. “I swear this as a free knight.”

The other knight sat on his horse a moment before dismounting. He wore the distinctive armor of the Order of Devoted Guardians. It was shiny and new. Ranulf wondered if the knight had ever seen battle. He didn’t need to look at his own armor to know it was battered, scarred, muddy, and hadn’t shone in years. 

Ducking his head, the other knight removed his helmet to reveal a face that was youthful and handsome. Like most knights he wore his dirty blond hair short. Above high cheekbones he had piercing blue eyes that promised they had once been naive. 

“I am Thome the Innocente, Knight of the Devoted Guardians. Surrender to me, villain, and I will make sure you are given a fair trial in front of the Battle Tribunal.” He paused for a moment. “You cannot fool me. I see by your armor and cloak and crest and banner you are a member of the Black Pyre. Surrender.”

Ranulf cursed himself for not completely removing the partially obscured icon on his shield. He hadn’t given up his overcloak because it offered a little warmth against the biting wind. 

Shaking his head, Ranulf said, “No. Former member. I swear this is the truth. I leave the Three Kingdoms never to return.”

“I cannot allow you to flee justice. Either surrender or draw your weapon.” He gave Ranulf no chance to answer as he drew his sword and started marching across the clearing. 

Brandishing his sword, Ranulf said, “Don’t do this, Thome. I have no quarrel with you.”

The other knight put his helmet back on and slipped his shield off his back. Ranulf cursed to himself, hurriedly put on his own helmet, grabbed his shield off the horse, and instead of waiting to receive Thome’s charge, he abruptly ran forward, carefully timing his attack so that he leaped on a large rock, launched himself into the air, and brought sword and shield down heavily on the younger knight.

Thome wasn’t a complete fool or novice. He withstood the attack and in short order the two were slamming and slashing away at each other.

It only took Ranulf a few seconds to realize the other knight, though he looked young and untested, had some skill. Unfortunately for Thome, that skill wasn’t nearly enough to match Ranulf’s many years on the battlefield. 

And still he didn’t want to kill the young knight.

Ranulf had trained too many squires who sought to join his order. He could spot a novice’s weaknesses right away. It was the same with Thome. Not wanting to kill the young man, Ranulf used a move that brought him inside Thome’s guard, put him off balance and Ranulf, using his shield as a blunt instrument, slammed the knight’s sword out of his hand. 

Thome stumbled back, quickly drawing a dagger from his belt.

“Don’t,” Ranulf warned. “Let me leave and—” his words were cut short by a fearsome roar. “Shit,” he cursed loudly. His eyes left his enemy and scanned the scrubby pine trees. There was snow on the ground along with plenty of leaf litter. He didn’t see the monster—yet.

“What was that?” asked Thome, realizing that while Ranulf was dangerous, something else in the woods was much more deadly.

“Fire drake.”

The knight’s eyes widened. “Are you sure? Aren’t they—”

“I’m sure. Pick up your fucking sword, move back to back. If we’re lucky, we might just live.”

Ranulf turned around, putting his back to the knight. It wasn’t a matter of trust. Ranulf knew if Thome struck him down, the young knight wouldn’t survive the fire drake. Though the Order of Devoted Guardians claimed high chivalry as one of the primary tenets, he had seen plenty of Devoted Guardians stab man, boy, woman, and monster alike in the back. 

Thome wasn’t a great fool. Ranulf felt the boy’s presence behind him. 

“What do we do?” The other knight’s voice was shaky and was projecting the other direction. Thome was back to back with Ranulf.

“The fire drake will get as close as possible before a rushing attack. Block the thing’s head with your shield, stab its underside where its scales are weakest.”

They were both breathing heavily, scanning the edges of the clearing, looking for signs of the monster. 

“Maybe we didn’t hear it,” said Thome.

Before Ranulf could reply, the fire drake howled again. The roar echoed off the exposed rock faces of the mountain. Ranulf ran his eyes back and forth across the clearing’s edge. The attack would be swift. He expected it to come head on at one of them. The creatures were bold.

He was wrong. The attack came from their side. He only caught the movement at the last moment, too late to warn Thome. Its claws raked along Ranulf’s armor as its body slammed into Thome. 

All three went down in a tumble. Somehow Ranulf managed to keep his sword and shield in hand. He was on his knees when he felt the sudden burst of heat. 

The fire drake spit fire at Thome who caught the attack on his wood and hide shield. The round shield caught fire and Thome threw it away. In a flash the fire drake was on him. Its long, snake-like body slammed Thome to the ground again. Claws scrabbled at Thome’s armor. The knight screamed.

Ranulf rushed to aid the boy, bringing his sword down heavily on the thing’s back, but the blade didn’t bite. The drake’s back claws raked at Ranulf’s chest. The impossibly hard claws ripped the steel plates to shreds. 

Thome was flailing about with his sword, annoying the drake more than anything else. The drake swiped Thome across the face; the knight screamed again. 

Ranulf disengaged from the claws, moved to the side and tried stabbing the thing’s underbelly.

It was too late for Thome. The fire drake slashed again with its claws. Blood geysered. Thome’s scream died with him, his head all but severed from his body.

But there was an opening. Ranulf shoved his sword forward burying it deeply in the monster’s gut.

It screamed in pain and turned on Ranulf. The knight caught its attack on his shield and stabbed a second time.

The drake, an opportunistic ambush predator, started to flee. Ranulf managed one slashing attack that opened up its side. The drake made it to the edge of the clearing before it too died.

“Fuck,” Ranulf cursed, collapsing to his knees. 

His armor was destroyed.

Thome was dead. 

The horses had fled.

He only realized now there were wounds on his chest.

He was certain he was going to die.

Breathing heavily, he took stock of his situation and realized the cuts, though bad, weren’t immediately fatal.

He needed help.

He needed armor.

He needed to survive.

There was only one way. 

He had passed a village earlier in the day, but he couldn’t go there as a disgraced member of the Black Pyre.

In his belt he had a potion. Taking out the silver flask he drank the mouthful of liquid. It would sustain him until he reached the village, or so he hoped.

But he couldn’t leave Thome’s body to scavengers.

He stripped off the man’s armor after removing his own. The land was broken enough that gathering enough stones only took a few minutes. The body was hidden from all but the most determined of carnivores. 

Using a bit of sticky blood on his finger he painted both the symbol of the Devoted Guardians and the icon of the Black Pyre on one of the rocks covering Thome’s body.

A prayer would be appropriate in the moment, but Ranulf didn’t have it in him.

“You were a brave man,” he said after a moment’s reflection. “I’ll honor your memory.”

Ranulf stumbled out of the clearing, hoping to find the village where he might be given succor.

 

 

Chapter 1

 

He woke up with a start and didn’t know where he was. That wasn’t unusual because he often traveled and woke in unfamiliar surroundings. The last thing he remembered was the cold. It had just started snowing.

The room where he woke was dark, lit only by a busy fire in a hearth on the far side of the room. It was an old stone and mortar cabin that was warm with dirt floors and a thick, thatched roof. 

He realized right away his armor and clothing had been taken off. That didn’t make sense because he would have remembered it.

His chest hurt and he put a hand to his skin. There were mostly healed scratches and he started to remember everything. 

“You’ve been asleep for the better part of five days. I was certain you were going to die.”

Looking around, he spotted the source of the words. A woman was sitting in a chair as far from the roaring fire as possible. He only then became aware that he was under many heavy blankets and furs. The room was like an oven. She was likely trying to avoid the worst of the heat.

“I suppose you saved my life,” he said carefully, not wanting to give anything away.

“I suppose I did.” She stood up and he was better able to see her face. She was a slight woman with long brown hair falling in a braid down her back. She wore a simple dark green dress. Her appearance was plain but she had sharp eyes. “Your armor and weapons are outside. They were underfoot.”

“My clothes?” he asked, now fully cognizant that he was fully naked.

She smirked at him. “Ruined. Mostly. A few of the pieces I was able to wash and repair are in the chest.” She indicated the chest with a slight tilt of her head. 

“Thank you…I don’t know your name,” he said politely.

“Why are you thanking me?”

“For saving my life.” He sat up and was pleased to realize that he could move without pain. He held the blankets over his body.

She scoffed at him. “It’s my job. I’m required to do so.”

“I give you my thanks anyway.”

Her sharp eyes, dark pools of brown, focused narrowly on him. “What is your name, knight?”

Of course she knew he was a knight. He had been wearing his armor and carrying his weapons. 

“Thome,” he said after a moment. “Thome Innocente.”

She scoffed once more. “I doubt the name is accurate. Beka.”

“Beka? Is that your name?”

“You gave me yours. I gave you mine.”

He nodded. “Again. I give you my thanks. How can I repay you?” He started to move off the bed and slumped to the side. He was weaker than he had realized. He was also incredibly thirsty.

“Right now I doubt you could stand up.” She brought him a wooden cup full of water. He drank it greedily. “You’ll pay us back.”

“Us.”

“The village. I don’t live here alone.”

“Right. Where is your husband?”

She scoffed again. It was starting to annoy him. “I have no husband. I neither want nor need one.” She filled his cup again and he downed the water just as quickly. He was feeling better. 

“Then you are a healing woman.”

“You can say it: a witch.”

“I would never accuse—”

She laughed at him. “As if brothers from the Devoted Guardians do anything else.”

It took him a moment to process what she was saying.

He tried again. “I came here to protect—” 

Once more she cut him off. “And inspect and judge and arrest. We all know the routine.” She scoffed again. “What animal waylaid you?”

“A fire drake.”

Her eyebrows went up. “And you survived. I’m impressed.” She took the cup away from him. “Are you hungry?”

“You think I’m going to arrest you and yet you healed me and offer me food and water?”

She looked at him skeptically before moving to the fire where an iron pot hung on a pivoting hook. She scooped up some of the contents into a wooden bowl and brought it to him. It was some sort of stew.

He ate it like a starving man.

“It is our duty to offer everyone who comes to our village food and drink and safety,” she said. “We believe in the tenets of the Three Kingdoms even if its protectors don’t.”

The knight said nothing. He was busy chewing the vegetables and meat in the stew.

“I’ll leave you in peace as soon as I am able.” 

Thome found he had just enough strength left to finish the stew before falling back onto the bed.

 

He awoke the next day. Or maybe it was just hours later. There was some weak light coming in through the windows closed shutters. 

Thinking for a moment, Thome called out, “Beka?”

His hostess didn’t reply.

He was feeling much better. Taking a risk, Thome carefully swung his feet out of the bed and cautiously stood up.

He wasn’t back to his usual self yet, but he was close. 

He was also naked.

Remembering what Beka had said, he went to the chest where she indicated his clothing was being stored. He reflected for just a moment that it made sense to remove his armor, but why did he have to be stripped completely while she healed him?

The chest was held closed with a simple hasp. He flipped it aside and opened up the lid just as Beka opened the small house’s door and walked inside.

Thome had been squatting down to open the chest. He immediately stood up and remembered that he was naked. His hands went to cover his manhood.

“I’m back,” she unnecessarily announced. 

“I was just looking for my clothes,” he said too quickly.

Beka eyed him up and down. “You don’t seem to need them.”

Thome didn’t understand her meaning. “It’s freezing out.” With one hand he pointed at the snow she had brought in with her. “And snowing. I’ll need my clothes to finish my journey.”

“And where are you going?” she asked, brushing snow off her cloak before hanging it on a peg next to the door. There were other pegs. They were all empty. 

“Back…back to Telemere,” he said, naming the capital to the Three Kingdoms.

“Hmm. It’s snowing. You might want to wait a day before leaving. You’ll die in the storm.”

“Right,” he said and started sidling back to the bed. He intended to wrap a blanket around himself to hide his nudity.

Beka rolled her eyes. “You don’t have to hide it,” she said. “I’ve seen more of them in my life than I care to remember.”

Thome’s first instinct was to apologize, but he bit his tongue. “I didn’t want to offend,” he said.

Beka merely rolled her eyes and moved past him to the chest. “You could hardly offend me,” she said, kneeling in front of the chest so she could rummage through it. Finding what remained of his clothes, she pulled them out and pivoted around. 

She was eye level with his crotch. While he didn’t have anything she hadn’t seen before, she was impressed with what she saw. Doubly so considering the chill in the air.

“Oh my,” she muttered. “You’re an impressive one.”

Realizing he had exposed himself, Thome backed away, but Beka was too fast for him. She reached out and took his manhood into her hand. He paused, not knowing what to do.

Her small fingers manipulated him for a moment. His cock started to rise and harden. 

“Very impressive,” she said, glancing up at him.

Thome stared back. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been with women before, but this was somehow different.

“Let me be a gracious hostess,” she said before leaning forward to take him into her mouth.

Thome gasped and then groaned.

The healer was talented with her mouth. Her tongue was doing things to him he couldn’t describe. In short order, he was fully erect. 

“I can’t,” he said softly.

Taking his cock from her mouth she insisted, “You can. You’re healthy. I can tell.” 

Still, she eased him back to the bed where he sat down heavily.

His cock stood up from his lap and he didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t that he didn’t fully want to but he didn’t know if he should.

Beka stood up and pulled her dress up over her head. 

In the weak light, Thome’s eyes went wide, not that he was shocked, but to better take in her body. Her body was slim and lithe. Her tits were almost too small, but her dark brown nipples were prominent. Her skin was pale but freckled. Between her legs was a small triangle of brown curls that drew his attention.

How had her dress been warm enough outside if she was wearing no underclothes? That was the only thought he had as she climbed onto the bed and on top of him.

Thome wasn’t as strong as he thought he was. It was easy for Beka to push him onto his back. 

Her lips met his for a kiss and she forced her tongue into his mouth. His hands went to her waist where he found her skin was soft under his heavily calloused fingers.

Breaking the kiss he said, “We don’t need to do this.”

Her laughter filled his ears. “You said you’d repay me for healing you. You’re going to repay me now.”

She didn’t kiss him again, but instead pushed her hand down between their bodies. She found his cock, still hard and pressed against her abdomen. Her knees went to either side of his hips and she adjusted the angle of his erection.

Much to his surprise, when she pressed his cock against her quim he discovered she was already wet. The only women he had been with who got wet so quickly and easily had been whores, and they were probably cheating at it.

He had no idea of her wants and abilities, but Beka only had to rock her hips back and forth twice before first the head and then the rest of his large cock filled her quim.

She grunted in satisfaction as she sat all the way down on him. Thome gasped at how quickly he had filled her. Many of the women had been with in the past had complained about his large size. The whores often wanted to charge him more to accommodate him.

Beka had no complaints. He looked up at her in admiration as she continued to ride him.

“Most men would pay for this,” he breathed heavily.

She just tossed back her head and laughed as she fucked him. 

It wasn’t that Thome was too exhausted to participate. He was just surprised. And happy. He held her hips to steady her motions as they fucked in silence. 

Thome wanted to do so much more but didn’t know what was allowed so he just held her hips and watched as her small breasts bounced with her movements.

Beka seemingly was thrilled with how this was going and used her legs to enthusiastically ride on him like a wild stallion. Her face periodically scrunched up as she suffered through the ordeal.

It was only toward the end that he realized she was climaxing.

“Oh,” he blurted.

She grinned down at him. “You like that?” she asked as her quim tightened on his cock. Beka then tilted her hips and it was like nothing he had ever experienced before.

“Oh!” he exclaimed and she grinned at him with a triumphant glint in her eyes.

A moment later he was cumming. His spunk forced its way out of his cock and bathed her insides. She continued riding him throughout his climax. 

Only after he collapsed back on the bed, panting heavily, his cock deflated, did she lift her body off his. 

He expected her to lay down next to him and enjoy the relief for a moment. 

She didn’t.

Instead the healer got off the bed and stumbled over to a table filled with dried herbs, various bits of glassware and jars, and iron tools. It looked like something between a cook’s kitchen table and an alchemist’s workbench. 

“What are you doing?” he asked her.

Beka ignored him. He watched, fascinated, as she grabbed a glass jar off the rough wooden table and placed it on the dirt floor, squatting over it.

He wanted to say something, but from her attitude, Thome knew to remain silent. She flexed her thigh and abdominal muscles as she squatted. It only took a few moments, but eventually his spunk came sliding out of her quim. Beka used her fingers to manipulate the outside of her quim, forcing more of the sticky white fluid out, pooling at the bottom of the jar.

“Why?” he asked when she finally stood up.

“I need raw materials,” she replied, coolly placing a wax seal over the top of the jar.

“Raw materials?”

“There are no men in this village. You have something I need.”

Thome gave her a weak half smile. “I sure gave you something you needed.” Surely he had heard her wrong. The village couldn’t be populated only with women, could it?

She smirked at him. “I believe I did all the work. Why don’t you rest now?”

He was about to object, but he realized just how tired he was. 

“That’s a good idea.”

 

 

Chapter 2

 

Waking up next to another warm body was a pleasure that Thome hadn’t experienced in many years. Most of his bed partners had either been hired and were eager to leave as soon as possible, or were battle brothers whom he didn’t want to have next to him other than for their warmth.

Beka’s body was warm and soft. He felt her naked skin against his. He woke up with morningwood and as he tried to shift his position so that it didn’t press uncomfortably against the covers, her hand came down to his crotch. As her fingers curled around his cock, he gasped at the touch.

“Problem?” she asked. 

“N-n-no,” he stuttered out.

“Good,” she said, shifting her position so that she was on top of him again. He had the most urgent need to piss, but seeing her naked body in the half-light of the morning, he decided that bodily function could wait. 

“You don’t have to,” he said again.

She laughed. “I most certainly do. You have an unending supply of cum and I need as much as I can gather for my potions. This is how you will repay me.”

He wanted to object, but couldn’t find a reason, especially after her warm, wet quim found his hard cock and she eased herself down on him. Rocking her hips back and forth, she got into a position she liked and started working her body on his.

Beka paused when she saw him staring up at her in confusion. “Is there a problem?”

He shook his head. “No…I just wonder why you’re doing this.”

“It’s the most efficient way right now.” She shifted around so that he was fully seated in her. “I’d suck you off or have you jerk off into the jar, but you aren’t strong enough yet.”

Offended, he replied. “I most certainly am!” Grabbing her hips and using his considerable skills acquired in hand-to-hand combat, he flipped her off his body and onto her back, all without pulling his cock free of her quim. 

She let out a surprised grunt and pulled her legs up to her chest, hooking her ankles behind his back. “Go ahead. Fuck me, Thome.”

He winced and did as she instructed. He didn’t like being told what to do by anyone but a superior. Thome didn’t want to start thinking of Beka as a superior.

Still, her quim was warm and wet and he was already inside of her. 

It was good to be fucking a woman again. Thome railed her with all the need of a young recruit on his first visit to a whorehouse.

Beka made all the right expressions and noises while he railed her. Thome quickly found himself on the brink of exhaustion and climax. He gave himself over to both, cumming in the healer’s quim before collapsing on top of her.

Her hands went up and down his sweaty back. She luxuriated with his muscular body weighing her down and eventually unhooked her legs from behind his body.

Showing surprising strength she rolled him over and moved off the bed.

Thome felt like he had just been through a battle. He was breathing heavily and barely able to move. Sweat covered his body and his limbs were trembling.

“Why am I so weak?” he asked Beka, watching as she moved to the work table where her healing equipment was.

“You were poisoned by the fire drake’s claws. It’s a miracle you survived at all.” She hadn’t bothered to put a robe or cloak or any clothes on. The small house was warm enough from the fire and he admired her shapely ass as she repeated the process with her quim and collecting his spunk from it.

“What are you doing?”

“I already told you: collecting raw ingredients.”

“My cum?”

She returned to the bed and bent over him, giving him a kiss on the forehead. “Yes. Virile men are a rarity around here.” 

He stared at her small tits and wanted to reach for them, but he didn’t have the energy.

“Why…why am I so tired?” He closed his eyes and tried to summon up some strength.

“Because I just fucked the shit out of you, because you’ve been poisoned by the fire drake, because you suffered serious injuries,” Beka told him. She pressed a flask to his lips. “Drink this. It will help you heal. It will restore you.”

Thome wanted to resist. He was certain she was corrupting him, but he couldn’t fight her. The sweet liquid poured down his throat and he fell to slumber.

 

When he awoke later that day, Thome felt re-energized. The room was warm and he knew it was still the middle of the day. Beka was at her table, busily working, but she was wearing clothing now. 

Thome realized he was still naked. That only made sense.

He managed to get out of the bed on his own. This time he had no shame of his nudity. If Beka heard him, she didn’t acknowledge his existence in any way. On the small table near the bed she had left a pitcher of water and a pair of wooden cups. He poured himself water, greedily drank it, and repeated the process several times.