Casca 34: Devil's Horseman Read Online Free
Author: Tony Roberts
the girl who’d understood Mongol replied. She spoke fluent Farsi and Casca reckoned she was Persian, judging by her appearance. None of them were Oriental. “We are to serve you as long as you are here.”
“Excellent,” Casca sucked in his breath, “then prepare a bath for me and then you may cleanse me of this damned dust and dirt!”
The three took to their task while Casca stood and waited. When the bath was ready and anointed with perfumes, the girls divested him of his filthy clothes that he’d worn since before he’d escaped from Delhi. It was time they were burned. Gasps greeted his nakedness, for not only was he a man in full health and vigor, but he also sported a criss-cross pattern of scars over his body, gained in the twelve centuries of his unnatural existence. Sword cuts, dagger wounds, spear thrusts, arrow injuries.
Despite themselves, the woman ran their hands over him, marveling at the firmness of his physique and tracing some of the more vivid scars. Casca grinned and led the three into the water. “Remove your clothing too, for you are to bathe with me.”
In no time the three were as naked as he and anointing his body with perfumes and bathing him slowly. He leaned against the edge and sighed deeply. After such a long time serving, now he was being served, and didn’t he just love it! He opened his eyes and spied the girl he took to be the senior one, the one who’d understood Mongol. “Your name, woman?”
“Ashira, Master.”
“Well Ashira, I desire you serve me in another way. I have not enjoyed a woman for a long time, and I now have a need for you.”
Ashira smiled salaciously. She knew exactly what he meant. Sliding up to him she parted her legs and pressed herself against him. Casca smiled and placed his hands on her buttocks. She slid onto him and gasped as he penetrated her. Casca bit on his lower lip as he entered her, then paused for a moment to savor it. Then, releasing her buttocks, he allowed her to move, and the water aided her rhythm. The two other girls carried on anointing his arms and shoulders, carefully not looking at their fellow slave who was riding hard and causing the water to splash up and onto them as well as the scarred man who was laying there with his eyes closed.
Eventually it got too frantic for them to work on him and they moved back to allow the two to finish, which they did shortly afterwards, she crying out and a moment or two later he grunted and grabbed her, then held her close as he came deep within her.
Casca leaned back again and groaned softly in contentment while Ashira slid off and cleaned herself. If this was any indication of his time to come with the Mongols, then he was going to have one hell of a stay!
CHAPTER THREE
He was invited to dinner with the governor that evening. In the cool of a summer’s night, sitting on a balcony above the streets of Samarkand listening to the softly played bars of a melody from the governor’s musicians hidden behind a row of honeysuckle, taking in the fragrance of those bushes, Casca could be forgiven for thinking he’d died and gone to heaven. Relaxed in the post-coital mood after the attentions of Ashira and her two fellow slaves, Casca sipped on a cool if slightly sharp white wine and listened to the governor as he boasted on how under his wise and benign rule Samarkand had developed into the jewel of all Asia.
The Eternal Mercenary listened with an amused ear. Having been to Samarkand before, he knew that it had shone even brighter before the Mongols had come. However he wasn’t in any mood for arguing that night; he just wanted to sink into the pleasures of the flesh, having been denied them for so many years. Time for less pleasant activities in the future. For now, he was content to sit, eat and drink.
Kaidur was sat opposite Casca, looking sideways at the governor from time to time, but mostly trying to ignore the bragging and bombast. Two other people were present; the governor’s chief
“Excellent,” Casca sucked in his breath, “then prepare a bath for me and then you may cleanse me of this damned dust and dirt!”
The three took to their task while Casca stood and waited. When the bath was ready and anointed with perfumes, the girls divested him of his filthy clothes that he’d worn since before he’d escaped from Delhi. It was time they were burned. Gasps greeted his nakedness, for not only was he a man in full health and vigor, but he also sported a criss-cross pattern of scars over his body, gained in the twelve centuries of his unnatural existence. Sword cuts, dagger wounds, spear thrusts, arrow injuries.
Despite themselves, the woman ran their hands over him, marveling at the firmness of his physique and tracing some of the more vivid scars. Casca grinned and led the three into the water. “Remove your clothing too, for you are to bathe with me.”
In no time the three were as naked as he and anointing his body with perfumes and bathing him slowly. He leaned against the edge and sighed deeply. After such a long time serving, now he was being served, and didn’t he just love it! He opened his eyes and spied the girl he took to be the senior one, the one who’d understood Mongol. “Your name, woman?”
“Ashira, Master.”
“Well Ashira, I desire you serve me in another way. I have not enjoyed a woman for a long time, and I now have a need for you.”
Ashira smiled salaciously. She knew exactly what he meant. Sliding up to him she parted her legs and pressed herself against him. Casca smiled and placed his hands on her buttocks. She slid onto him and gasped as he penetrated her. Casca bit on his lower lip as he entered her, then paused for a moment to savor it. Then, releasing her buttocks, he allowed her to move, and the water aided her rhythm. The two other girls carried on anointing his arms and shoulders, carefully not looking at their fellow slave who was riding hard and causing the water to splash up and onto them as well as the scarred man who was laying there with his eyes closed.
Eventually it got too frantic for them to work on him and they moved back to allow the two to finish, which they did shortly afterwards, she crying out and a moment or two later he grunted and grabbed her, then held her close as he came deep within her.
Casca leaned back again and groaned softly in contentment while Ashira slid off and cleaned herself. If this was any indication of his time to come with the Mongols, then he was going to have one hell of a stay!
CHAPTER THREE
He was invited to dinner with the governor that evening. In the cool of a summer’s night, sitting on a balcony above the streets of Samarkand listening to the softly played bars of a melody from the governor’s musicians hidden behind a row of honeysuckle, taking in the fragrance of those bushes, Casca could be forgiven for thinking he’d died and gone to heaven. Relaxed in the post-coital mood after the attentions of Ashira and her two fellow slaves, Casca sipped on a cool if slightly sharp white wine and listened to the governor as he boasted on how under his wise and benign rule Samarkand had developed into the jewel of all Asia.
The Eternal Mercenary listened with an amused ear. Having been to Samarkand before, he knew that it had shone even brighter before the Mongols had come. However he wasn’t in any mood for arguing that night; he just wanted to sink into the pleasures of the flesh, having been denied them for so many years. Time for less pleasant activities in the future. For now, he was content to sit, eat and drink.
Kaidur was sat opposite Casca, looking sideways at the governor from time to time, but mostly trying to ignore the bragging and bombast. Two other people were present; the governor’s chief