Plundered Pudding

Part 1: The Horrible Offense


Kanda  lets out a long and shoulder dropping sigh..her neck tensing under her fabrics while she takes an ihn to stew a little before finally getting herself back into the frame of mind she knew she was at least expected to present. "I am feeling alright i think..and right now no..i dont need anything .Perhaps Mal does?" she offers having noticed him slip up the hill beside them "How did things go in Ar? Find anything that will at least get off it's ass and offer to serve.." then she turns quickly "Not you pudding..you do great." and she did really feel it necessary to praise the slave for doing something as simple as offering service. Around here that seemed a lot to ask. "If not ..i'm sure we can look around some more. Goodness knows where would be best though.." she brings a hand up to her hair and fingers at the blue ribbon hanging from a blond chunk "Really are going to need more though once Eve gives birth..and if any more women get pregnant.." she hoped most of all herself or she really was going to be a  useless woman in the eyes of the world, herself and worst of all her Mate.

Malachi  watched Jaym retire to his wagon. That man was a thinker, if ever there was one. Mal felt just a little embarrassed that his main use of the wagon had not been full of contemplation. But then that's what Malachi took long morning hunts for, though his conversation with Eve did seem slowly to be replacing that. He walked toward Kanda and dropped down beside her, patting her knee and looking over to see if she was as tired looking as usual. He was scared of how tired she had looked lately. It was an ominous prediction for him. He then turned to Pudding and winked, his mood good since coming back from the cities. He then plopped down a couple jars of oils and a bar of bath soup. "For the baby," he said simply, and then continued in the vein of nurse maids. "I rescued a bit of lust meat from the falls a while back. She may do ... perhaps ... as governess bond, or something of that nature. No luck in Ar besides what you see, I'm afraid." He looked out at the horizon and rememberd doing such things with Kanda
 in the past. "If Pudding were to offer me mead and more, I would dub her "good slave" for the rest of the day. If a bit of cheese and her warmth on my lap, then "excellent slave for two days." He chuckled.

Pudding did notice how tired she looked and she wondered if perhaps..she is pregnant already. They always seem so tired at first. "yes my Mistress.." She says to her but scowls just slightly..not at the praise, but at the fact she probably felt like she needed to. Oh pudding is going to be punting slaves all over the damn place if she can ever find them. She rises then and with mal's words..well she totally takes that as in invitation and when he lowers to the ground, she moves in close...gracefully slipping onto his lap, a laugh in her chest. "Master...how about mead and cheese and anything else you desire?" She offers, brown eyes flashing.

Kanda turns towards him. She was quite tired still but at least for the most part, save the Chieftains snoring and other needs, she had more or less been making it though the night. "Thank you.." she plops her hand down over his upon her knee and chuckles. Such a far cry from the first place he had touched her ..and it seemed they had gotten to a point he was not going to get smacked for it. "You..are a gem." she looks at the oils and soap and did know that a little bit of it at least was going to get used on herself. Might as well since Dara did bath with her half the time anyway. "Actually..you know we might just be able to borrow some slaves from somewhere. Perhaps the threat of being replaced by more efficient models would get some of the Laager slaves up and moving. " then she grins a bit watching pudding and knowing Mal pretty well. "You know ..i think pudding might be a lot of help to you..and enjoyment, Mal..when shes not serving the Chieftain or myself. Reallyreally do." and she really really did. "Useful little slut"

Malachi couldn't help but burst with a little laugh, his body chuckling beneath the well-formed slut and absentmindedly judging the firmness of her ass against him. He shot Kanda funny gaze, feeling her hand on his, and nodding. He squeezed the knee before removing his hand and placing it along the silken thigh of Pudding. "It is good to be friends," he mused to Kanda, "though enemies was fun too, and should not be altogether done away with, I think." He leaned in to nibble at Pudding's neck, tasting the flesh of her and growling gutterally "You are an enjoyable slut then, Pud?"

Pudding was usually too busy for such playfulness but now it seemed like a good thing to do. When he leans in to her throat, her back arches slightly, a dark hand finding its way to his hair. Bold and heated..there is very little demure and soft about her..maybe so in the furs as well. Her hand slips up along his scalp, threading...and she leans in to growl her own response in his ear.."I am sure you would not spare the whip, were i not..Master."

Kanda wraps her hands up around curled knees once both were freed by him moving his hand "It is good to be friends but well...can you be enemies with the Mate of the Chieftain?" she had noticed that the flack she used to get from the Men had dropped down to almost a percentage of nothing at all. "We can never be true enemies anyway at this point. Too much like family i think. " she curls her lips up into a grin watching pudding get chewed on a little bit. Did not bother her nearly as much to see as it would have with her Mate but there was still something in Kanda that twinged at the slaves ability to do that at all..just ..be like that.

Mal seemed to divide his time quite evenly between conversation with Kanda and the coaxing of heat between himself and the slut. One eye drifted sidelong toward Kanda and he almost felt insulted, as though he might not dare to give her his usual grief. In his own mind, at least, this was not the case. He gave a half grin to Kanda and the other half to Pudding, a low chuckle in his gullet. "I believe it must be a mixture of two things .. you are surely changed by being with the Chieftain, and I am most assuredly changed by being with Eve. There is a tension ... relaxed," he mused, his fingers working firmly toward the inner thighs of Pudding, kneeding at the toned muscles and awaiting a relaxation of tension there as well. He would draw his teeth along her ear and the nape of her neck, feeling the pull of his hair down in the direction his head already wished to go.

Pudding baskd in his attention, and though she is old for a slave and ridiculously experienced, there is a sort of hunger to her that is very much new. Thighs part as his touch traverses inward, their voices becoming some blending sound filtered through lust. When his teeth touch her flesh, she moans..a husky..raw sort of sound..seemingly not shy at all about it despita kanda so near. She inhales, a hot breath escaping against his ear as her hips move..a low grind that is seeking his hand."just a little harder..Master? please.." unsurprisingly perhaps..she rather likes biting..in the right spots at least.

Kanda  had not really considered that being with the Chieftain had changed her any and she asks "Have i changed?" though really he had demanded some pretty big changes out of her. Perhaps more noticeable ones than she had though. "You have certainly changed some though. Perhaps ..we both just ..grew up." They had both come a long way from that first meeting at thee gates. Had families even. Or at least on the way. "Goodness life can really mess with heads sometimes. .." and she finds her lips pursing slightly and eyes that were colored not unlike the mountains, move to them so she can speak without having to try and keep her concentration from what he was doing with pudding.

Malachi Stormcrow drove a strong palm up her flesh and beneath the thin fabric of her garment, cleaving her breasts with his thrust and yanking off the clothing. He watched the springing of tanned breasts flinging perkily into the frozen air, but his grip was at her jaw, turning her to him and drawing her lips to his eager teeth, first sucking and then sinking his less than pearly whites into that full rich protruding flesh, so red and possibly markedly redder with blood, had he punctured the lip. Suddenly he tore away from the passion of the moment to look again at Kanda. He could feel the rise of his cock to meet Pudding's sex ... as well as the touch of rough fingers against the delicate sheath of her. But still he found himself speaking to Kanda. "Growth comes more with the experiences of life and less with mere time, it seems." Then he winks at Kanda. "But do not worry. You have not changed much ... and not for the worse." Still his fingers drove harshly, digging into the snatch that thrust up eagerly.

Farida Lionheart to say the least she had not forseen such a morning site in the chill air. Her intent Had been to speak with Kanda to say the least. A idea within her mind as to a way to earn her keep here so to speak. But, such a site and the sounds. Ahhh they had her dusky skin turning darker as her eyes went wide a moment. And then the sounds of steps that had been on approach, would be heard turning and making a hasty retreat. Aye things of this nature were the norm for many a area, but she'd been sheltered until recently, and, while she did have a curiosity she was not about to stand and watch like a gawker. Besides she had no need or want to be thinking of such things at this point, far from. Perhaps even a small sound could have been heard just before the steps carried her away in hasty flight, while she may be willing to fight though she's slim to no chance of winning. In this, aye she'd turn tail like a coward.

Puddin' was quickly nude in his lap and the icey bite of the wind wasn't even felt then at her back. At this point she'd given in fully and there is only a naked brown female animal in his lap. It's the ferocity of his grip..and the hard passion in his kiss, her own lip nicked.She tastes blood..copper and breif. When he turns his face way, she pulls at the heavy scarf around his neck to get to his neck. She kisses him there, suckling at the flesh as her body moves against his hand, finding a pace instinctually. HEr tongue runs up his ear, her hands then slide down his chest..down lower to his belt between them. Words are whispered at his ear between pants, but common gorean had left her..it was either some strange tongue of lust, or it was schendian.

Kanda Veeper turns her head against her shoulder and again finds herself pulling the collar of her dress higher about her face. Was a wise decision on her part not to watch but there was nothing he could do that was going to drive her from the spot she sat in. Not too long ago this would have sent Kanda slipping off back into her wagon but Mal was right..a little life experience did seem to have made her grow at least in some respects. That and lots of trust. "So very very true Mal..and thank you at least for the not worse part. Maybe all that blithering people used to do about me needing a strong Man was true. A noise catches her attention that sounded not like Mal and pudding..something else perhaps..the herlit? She was not going to be turning around do find out though until the other sounds of lips on skin and heavier than normal breathing had ceased behind her . "I need to get more flowers at some point.." she tosses out randomly just remembering it. It was said not to anyone in particular though..simply the world that would listen.

Malachi Stormcrow then devoted the entirety of his mind and body to Pudding, ripping away at the bindings of his pants to release the tool he was scrambling for. He would take her hard and deep, tooth and nail, into a ragged and ravenous world. Sweat, blood, and cum hot and trailing through this land of ice and wind, inciting the depths of explosive passion to boil and rise to the pennacle of lust, fulling forged steel of desire against the slamming hammer of Thor himself against engulfing sheath.

Pudding mauled him as bad as he mauled her..the cries of pleasure occasionally punctuated with tiny gasps of pain..the occasional whine that melted into another moan or other somesuch sound. Eventually though..the sounds crested and then stopped..and eventually..she'd move rom his lap so he could go to his wagon and do Mal things. Whatever that is. her hands lift..trying to fix her wild hair.

Kanda Veeper sat there just listening. It was rather too bad she could not turn hearing off at will but at least it wast not screaming in horrific pain like sometimes was heard ringing out through the Laager. Sounded like a lot of fun really and it sent her eyes casting up towards the wagon then back to the Mountains. "Well..guess you two need to get cleaned up.." she finally sings out after it sounded like things had finished up. At least round one anyway.

Pudding looks over at Kanda. That was probably the first time she'd ever been used with a FW so near. usually they leave in huff, so weak in their own self confidence like they might just catch slut if they stayed. Its a natural act, hardly any different from eating. To her at least. She's quiet for a moment as if she wants to say or ask something..but there was no way she could come up with to phrase it that wouldnt get her likely beaten so she opts to just shut up. She picks up her clothes, the evidence of thier coupling already going cold on her inner thighs. "yes my Mistress." She says and with that she'd head to the bath, though pausing once more. no..just shut up, pudding. And off she trudges.

Kanda did not really know that she and pudding were having the same first experience with something like that. Surely though with what the Chieftain was demanding of her ..and him having a slave like pudding around, she was going to have to at least find some level of comfort around such things. This was not a city after all. "See you shortly.." she calls after her and lets out a long sigh..slightly frustrated torn with the free woman that knew she should be applauded and that other part of her that just could not be . "Ugg Men.." she mutters to herself. They did have a way of confusing her very badly sometimes. Slaves too.


Part 2: The Righteous Indignation


Jaym Wolfhunter did not pause...nor did He faulter...He spied the fellow wake from His nap and having closed the distance...He with an open hand cracked Mal on the back of the head with a grunt...His voice was dark..."Rumor has it...that My slave...a slave untouched yet by My hand...was put to use...all the while in the company of My Mate..." He said simply...."Did you think perhaps...to ask first if you might put the girl to use...would you Outrider...Saddle up My tharlarion...take it for a spin around the Laager..." He said..."Perhaps you would like to take a nap in My wagon... perhaps even leave your boots on...leave some mud there..." He said to the man..

Malachi Stormcrow woke with a start and scrambled to yet stay up upon the ledge. He blinked and tried to recall previous events. Ah yes. Kanda. Pudding. The fuck of the century. It was all coming back to him now. He then grinned and leaned back, looking to observe the look in the man's face. "The slut sat on me like a seasoned veteran," he said, raising a brow. "I thought surely she had been filled by your greatness by now." He blinked again, wondering if perhaps this was the last chance he had to feel his head connected to his body. At least he would make it an interesting end. "I thought surely you heard all from your wagon. Besides such, your mate practically offered her, so I assumed I was perhaps the last of the men to use her.

Jaym Wolfhunter 's eyes narrowed to a point where only slits remained...from beneath the folds of His eyelids did a gleam shine through..."...So, she was offered...by My Mate...*have the slave's use Malachi...do with her as you will...* is what she said...As for her being a vetran..she is no spring vulo, of that there is no doubt...but I have not yet had a chance to break the beast...only to find out that My Outriders have little else to do...but make time with the Chieftains newly aquired flesh...perhaps in keeping with this thought process...I aught put you on far patrol...riding the outskirts of our domain...until such time as I have finished in the collection of My desires" He said and then with a set of calloused hands cupped to His mouth did He bellow loudly..."Mate of Mine....Lore Keeper...and soon to be woman in deep modes of distress...COME HERE" He roared.

Kanda Veeper looks to the ceiling. "My goodness ost powder. Well i'm glad i'm not trying to get rid of you. .." then raises her shoulders hearing a bellow..the bellow of her mate.."shit .." She shouts back rather nervously "Coming!! Quickly" and she was off!!  She came with her head slightly lowered though on swift feet up through the snow and to the side of her Mate who really did have the Art of bellowing right down to its finest point." She takes a look at Mal seated quickly then bats her lashes around pools of adoring blue up to the Chieftain. There was a sinking feeling she did not like ..and it was perhaps the deep modes of distress part that was getting to her "You did call of me?" of course he did. IT was a stupid question but she still found it falling out of past her lips.

Malachi Stormcrow stood and tapped his chin slowly. The idea of far riding was much better than other prospects that had run through his mind. As Kanda arrives he frowns. For all he knew, she would simply deny the whole business. "Indeed, that may be necessary, for you know my vigor in such matters." He could not help a sideways grin though as he stood. The fuck of the century was turning into the clusterfuck of the century and he moved to face Jaym." Whatever Kanda said or Pudding did, I fucked before thinking to ask you yourself. Send me away, if you wish. Though I must admit it was quite worth it." Mal wondered if he actually wanted to be shoved off the cliff.

Jaym Wolfhunter 's eyes landed like hammers falling on anvils to His mates face...His voice was low...laden with a tone that could only be described as dark..."Do you yearn for a collar..." He was in the midst of asking...and then Mal spoke..."It was worth it..." He interjected in the middle of the sentence...it was almost as if time stopped...the Chieftains tarsk sized hand curled into a ball and as coiled muscles flexed and were losed in a blinding flash...that fist sent like a beam of light towards the left side of Malachi's jaw...out and upwards was the frightful stroke fully purpoused with the intent of lifting the fellow clean off His feet...

Malachi Stormcrow decided he must know now what it means to have an out of body experience, his brain feeling as though it were launched into the atmosphere even as his body worked to catch up with it. Many thoughts swirled through his mind as he flew like a tarn down the edge of the cliff. One, Jaym was a worthy pugilist. Two, the brunt of Jaym's anger had been issued toward him instead of Kanda, which he felt appropriate under the circumstances, seeing it was his own cock getting in the trouble. And 3. The sky looked so beautifully clear this time of year, the stars so--umph!! With a cracked daze, he landed like a snow angel far below.

 Kanda Veeper did not like the look on Mals face..even through all that hair . Then she figured out ..or thought she might have figured out what this was about and felt her chest tighten right along with her stomach. "Shit.." she whispers and shrinks under a gaze that could really melt steel. It was a bit of a loaded question too. "No, of course not.." she answers just above a whisper then watched something snap..his hand towards Mals face though she turned to cover her own half expecting the same thing to come flying towards her own face. "Oh please don't.." she whimpers and drags the hand that had covered her face down around the collar of her dress and slowly turns back. She hoped Mal was alright but was rather too frozen in place to tell.

Jaym Wolfhunter watched the fellow sail up and over the edge of the rim..."I too....felt it was worth it...but even things worthy...need be paid for..." He said calmly...it was often satisfying to knock the bosk shit out of someone...His eyes slid to the right...landing on His mates face...His voice held no hearty laughter...nor jovial demeanor..."What is done in your presence...reflects upon Me...what disrespect shown you...is disrespect shown Me...I would not have My mate...held in high regard spoken to, whilst rutting occurs" ..."If you cannot maintain the respect that is due My mate...I will reduce you to a modality that negates respect..." He said...

Kanda Veeper sucks in a slow and deep breath awaiting what might be about to come down upon her. Hand..foot..booming voice that had a way of making her want to curl up in a ball when there was the slightest unhappy tone to it. She listened to each word though her heart pounded in her head. Of course He was correct. He tended to be correct and that would indeed be why He is the Chieftain amongst other things. "I should have left. It was my fault.." she says still quietly though she did not want to pay the same way Mal had, at all."Next time..i know better.." and she guessed that Mal must now know better too..much much better.

Malachi Stormcrow blinks, his lythe form springier than most. Finding, however, that his head appears permanently arched to the right, he lifts his hands to aid in a swif crack of spine in order to peer and see whether these muffled words were spoken in his direction. Unfortunately, the low roar of them created a small avalanche to hinder his hearing and turn him into half a snowman. He still had much to learn about living in a laager. He had much to learn about the rules of men and his place among them. But the road toward knowledge was full of great zeniths followed by plummetous drops, it seemed,and he would undoubtedly climb soon enough to another precarious ledge, unless Eve could somehow reign him in with fatherhood. He mumbled something unintelligible before his arms flapped back down and all again went black.

Jaym Wolfhunter 's voice was without emotion...He leaned over the cliffs edge and it was loud enough to be heard over the din of the Laager..."Collect your thoughts and then make prepar-" the Chieftain began...only to see the Outriders head fall back again to the snow..."Bah..." He murmured...and then did His eyes fall to His Mate..."Since you seem well empowered to ensure Malachi is well tended in what He desires...perhaps you might now tend to the fellow who without your aid...might infact freeze to death" He said to her directly...there was no softness nor warmth in His words...nor a modicum of what had begun to become manifest in caring...

Farida Lionheart hadn't thought twice about the fellow laying on the snow last time she came past. Though it was not long ago in any case. Canting her head as she came upon him yet there, now usually by this point they were up and awake. Boots crunching softly on the snow as she made her way up to him. Crouching beside him as she moved a hand to rest before his lips, seeing if at least he yet breathed. If he did she'd wrinkle her nose some, thinking of what the best way to wake him up was..without landing herself a blow in the doing.

 Jaym Wolfhunter spied puddings form moving with what He could only imagine was well used movements...again did those calloused paws come to form a cone around His mouth and anew did He bellow..."pudding...go and bathe...if you have not done so already...and if you have...go, and do so again" He roared...

 Kanda Veeper was still not entirely sure what it was that she had done wrong here which perhaps read on her face. "I..I.." she stutters and peers over the ledge to Mal. He at least seemed to be alive . That was something. "I.." she tries once more but could come up with nothing to say. Perhaps it was not her place at all to offer slaves for service..or He was really so upset she had to hear what she had to hear though walls anyway...she just could not be sure right now. "As you wish.." was all that came out before she finally turned and headed down the hill.

Pudding stopped in her tracks hearing that. Whaaaa? Another bath? She frowns and sniffs at herself suspiciously before she turns and sulks her way back over to the baths.

Farida Lionheart after a moment her fingers curled a touch, as she readied herself to move. Hoping she'd not need to in the end. A hard swat given to his cheek, "Wakey wakey, before you freeze to death in the snow." Her voice was unsure, as she didn't know if what she was doing would work or no. The downs to never running into trouble was that you didn't know how to handle some things others might with ease. Glancing up at Kanda when she arrived, just after her words were spoken and her hand popped his cheek. Distraction could prove bad..who knows?

Malachi Stormcrow sat up quickly, looking this way and that. "I'll tear you both apart! I'll beat you both together." He blinked. Kanda. A turn of the head. *ouch* Strange woman. Hmm. Then his head felt like it split and he was suddenly cold. "Ugh," he said, as if that might explain almost everything. "Ugh and Gah!"

Kanda Veeper gets to the bottom of the hill with Farida and had a pretty good sense that between the two of them there was going to be little they could do. "I will get some furs.." she runs quickly into the tent and simply pulls them off the floor to get wrapped around him. IF they could do that at least he would not freeze on the spot. "If he doesn't wake up..we are going to have to take him somewhere.." she tosses one of the furs over him and begins to tuck it underneath . "Shit.." she mutters and was not in the slightest bit happy ...at least until Mal was conscious..sort of "Woah relax. Just lay there for a while. Dont get up."

 Farida Lionheart blinked a few times as he heard him raising a brow and then poking his nose a second later. "Good luck with that." A shake of her head given as she pushed upwards to her feet proper. "Furs may warm him Kanda, but the fires in and around the tent would do better." Her mind tripping over various thoughts, "If he gets to cold he'll need a healer for frostbite."

Malachi Stormcrow blinks and, using the women for support, rises on wobbling knees until he is upright. Upright, but his entire body burning with pain. "Just bring me to a tent and fire. I'll be fine." His pride had been wounded as much as anything else and he leaned his arms on the shoulders of the women.

Jaym Wolfhunter then, when no one was looking shook His right hand in a waving motion...He spoke in a tone that only the wind would hear..."That..is a very stout jaw" the Chieftain spoke to the ether...He heard the voices below...and while rubbing the now sore knuckles returned to His wagon...a string of muttered curses would be heard, were there people close enough to hear...He had watched the slave head towards the bucket of rain water...and so, the Chieftain strode off towards where He himself might bathe...in solitude and quiet...

Kanda Veeper runs her fingers though her hair ."Well he should probably see a healer anyway. Really don't want to go back to that place again though." not twice in as many days anyways. "Ug so not laying down?" she says to Mal and catches him under his shoulder. She actually really wanted to cry herself but first thing was first. "We can get you some packed snow for your face..it will take down the swelling.."