The Start of the End

Warning:  This story deals somewhat with slavery.

Riding back into camp after another raid, Kronos noticed that Methos was more distant then usual. This seemed to be happening more and more of late. Ever since Methos had brought that bitch Cassandra back from that raid a few months ago, he thought. Kronos didn’t like it. "Brother, brother, come back to us brother, he said riding up to the other. "What seems to be bothering you today, Methos?" He knew better then to touch him when he was like this. Especially if he wanted to keep all his body parts. It wasn’t that he was afraid of Methos but you never knew what harm would come from surprising him.

Methos jerked out of his thoughts and looked over to Kronos with a scowl. "Nothing’s bothering me that a bath and a good meal won’t cure,"  Methos sighed wearily. "I feel like I even have sand under my eyelids."

"A good soak does sound good brother. Right after we divide our booty from this raid, I will go with you to the stream to wash up, while we discuss our next plan of action," Kronos replied                               

"No!" Methos said quickly, "You go through it without me. Split or keep my share, it makes no difference to me. I’m tired and just want to get clean."      

                                                                                      
As Methos rode off toward his tent, Kronos could see Cassandra waiting for him at the tent entrance. Kronos eyed Methos speculatively as he watched a slave come and take his horse away. Methos went inside his tent followed by Cassandra.  I’m going to have to do something about this problem before we lose him. Thought Kronos. Where he himself was the soul of the Horsemen, Methos was the brains. Losing him would mean their destruction.  

                                   
 Meanwhile, in Methos’ tent, Cassandra served him chilled wine and proceeded to wipe some of the grime off of his face and hands. Still feeling uneasy, Methos puzzled over what was going on in his own mind. He realized that he was drawing attention by keeping Cassandra to himself and he still wasn’t exactly sure why he was doing so. Granted, she had become the perfect slave. Sometimes she even surprised him by knowing what he wanted before he even knew or asked for it himself. And the sex. True, at first she had fought him. But then came the night when he had awoken to her crying. He had just wanted sleep and hadn’t forced her to have sex, even though he had made her share his bed. Her crying had never bothered him before, but for some reason that night it did. He had gently rolled her into his embrace, stroking her hair and back as he would a child’s. Occasionally he would kiss her hair or forehead, but nothing more. Soon she had quieted down. Methos had continued to hold her through the night.

After that, things had started to change. Cassandra stopped fighting him and his desire to force her vanished. Methos found that in giving her pleasure, he pleasured himself. He had originally planned on keeping her only until he had broken and trained her. But now the thought of giving her to the others was starting to bother him as well. Unfortunately, this was leading his thoughts along even more dangerous grounds. Ground that he wasn’t yet ready to cross, much less "think" of actually crossing. Kronos was already getting suspicious, and if he didn’t figure it out soon it was going to cause him major problems.  

       
All of these thoughts and emotions were starting to confuse him. Getting to his feet, Methos grabbed Cassandra and demanded, "I want a bath and you will bathe me." With that, he walked out of his tent and headed over the dune to the river. Cassandra, startled, paused to scoop up clean clothes and washing rags before following close behind.

She wasn’t sure what was wrong, but she was starting to get an idea. She had seen the looks, heard the whispers among the other slaves about what the other Horsemen were like. Had even seen their handy work up close, heard the stories that they told each other, and they frightened her. She knew that Methos was the only one standing in the way of her finding out first hand. Neither noticed that they were being watched by Kronos from his tent entrance. After a moment he to began to follow.  

At the river, Methos quickly divested himself of his armor and clothes, leaving them for Cassandra to pick up. With a slight shiver, he waded into the water, keeping his sword near at hand. You never knew when someone might come looking for a head and there were still people out there who didn’t fear the Horsemen. Sitting on a rock in the stream, he felt the water slowly flow past him. It wasn’t too cold, and from where he sat, it only reached his mid-chest.

Cassandra walked up to the riverbank, looking toward Methos and watched the water ripple around his sleek hard body. "well," snapped Methos, "What are you standing around for? Get in here and wash me."

With a start Casandra came out of her daze, she set down everything she was carrying. Turning her back to him, she slowly released her clothing. Methos watched with much anticipation as her clothes softly slid down her body to puddle at her feet. She knew that Methos was watching her as she turned around and locked eyes with him. Bending, she reached for the washing cloths. Never losing eye contact, she stepped into the gently rolling stream.

Methos noticed how the coolness of the water touching her body made Cassandra’s nipples tighten into little buds of coral colored flesh. Once she reached him, Cassandra slowly took the rag and started wiping at the grime that covered his body. Closing his eyes, he felt the cool flow of the water mix with the soft caress of the rag. Her hands were slowly relaxing him and bringing on other sensations. As she wrapped her arms around him to wash his chest, her breast gently pressed up against his back. This touch sent a rush of pleasure through both their bodies.

Methos felt his manhood start to stir while Cassandra felt a liquid heat center in between her legs. As Cassandra slowly made her way around to face him, she began to swirl the rag over his chest, giving extra attention to each of his nipples. With a gentle touch she wiped his forehead, slowly down to his eyes, nose, and cheeks. When she came to his lips, Cassandra slowed down even more. Caressing his lips with the rag, she felt the urge to kiss him. But she knew better. She had to wait for him to make the first move.

Breaking the spell of his lips, she moved on to his neck before going behind him to wash his back. She reached down to rub the lower portion of his body, then reached around his hips. There she stopped, but bits of the rag still swirled around his swollen member. He closed his eyes at the sensation and almost moaned.  

Cassandra moved forward, bending down and reached for one of his feet. She proceeded to wash his feet and legs, but never made it high enough to reach his manhood. She had seen his swollen member, but acted as if she hadn’t. Methos, meanwhile, was noticing the lithe way Cassandra moved. She had such a natural grace and beauty. The way she had her hair pulled up gave her an almost regal air. As she stood up, he noticed how the water dripped off her body, leaving small droplets clinging to her skin.  

Moving so quickly that she had no time to react, Methos grabbed her around the waist, bringing her body near enough for him to lick the droplets from her body. As he latched onto one of her breast, she let out a low moan, the pleasure washing through her body to settle between her legs. With his free hand Methos squeezed her other breast, pinching her nipple and bringing another rush of pleasure. Slowly his hand left her breast and traveled down her body until he came to the juncture of her legs. Feeling the heat radiating from her, he inserted a finger while using his thumb to rub the sensitive nub hidden there. Finding her hot and wanting, Methos inserted a second finger, then started up a rhythm that soon had her gasping.

When he felt her hands fall to his shoulder, Methos lifted his head from her breast and watched as the passion gripped her. Cassandra’s head was thrown back, her eyes were closed. As soon as she felt him leave her breast, she looked down at him with wanting eyes. Continuing the rhythm between her legs, he reached up slowly and brought her head down for a kiss which although hesitant at first, gradually deepened. Methos inserted his tongue into Cassandra’s mouth, stroking hers in a rhythm that matched his fingers. Gently exploring and without breaking contact, Cassandra reached for Methos hard, throbbing erection that was pulsating between his legs. Wrapping her hand around him, Cassandra matched the rhythm he set within her. The pressure was starting to build up within her and Cassandra moved faster on his hand. Knowing that she was not far from completion, Methos removed his fingers. Feeling this, Cassandra almost sobbed. Methos, groaning himself, removed her hand from around his penis and slowly helped her straddle his lap. He moved Cassandra into position over him but stopped with just the head teasing right inside her entrance, with a slight, stroking motion.

Feeling his own control start to slip he rammed himself in up to the hilt. The sudden move caused a gasp to escape from them both, then it turned into moans. Together they slowly restart the rhythm they had recently stopped. Both knew, however, that they couldn’t keep it up for much longer. Methos knew that Cassandra was close when he felt her walls tighten around him. As she climaxed, he quickly covered her mouth with his own to muffle her scream. The sensation of her mouth and orgasm sent him over the edge as well. They clung together, riding the tide of passion to its conclusion. Methos waited for Cassandra’s breathing to return to normal before setting her away from him. And when she returned to washing him, he actually reached out to wash her as well. They shared a secret little smile.  

In the bushes, Kronos slowly and quietly backed away from the scene in front of him. This is not good, Kronos thought. I’m losing him and she is the cause. I will have to think of something to bring him back to the fold.  After reaching a good distance, Kronos stood and slowly walked back to camp, already planning on what he was going to do. Leaving Methos and Cassandra to enjoy their last happy moment together. If they only knew that this was the start of the end.

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