The Knight and the Acolyte Book 7 Chapter 6 What Shadows Hide
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Knight-Errant Angela – The Halani Desert
“Oh, I am going to spank that slut,” Angela fumed as she pulled the final piece of hide over the frame of their tent. “Where did Sophia get to?”
“Snuck off with my wife,” Chaun answered, lounging on a pile of supplies. He strummed his lyre.
Angela frowned as she straightened up, fixing him a hard stare. “I see you managed to avoid work.”
“It is a skill of...”
His words trailed off as he straightened, cocking his head. Rising over the buzz and bustle of the caravan setting up for camp was an ululating cry. The surrounding servants let out gasps of fear while the caravan guards, wearing a motley collection of mail and boiled leathers, drew swords. The cry came from around the camp.
“Las’s cock,” Angela groaned, dashing to where she left her kite shield. “Thrak!”
“Here, Angela,” the orc said, his massive ax in hand, swarthy body painted by the setting sun. He gazed to the horizon pointing to the dunes.
Black-swathed desertmen on camels poured over the dune, racing down sandy slopes, raising flashing scimitars, their cries raising in volume. I set my shield and drew my sword, wishing Midnight was here. I hadn’t thought of my stallion, abandoned when we fled the Saltspray Palace, in days.
He would be invaluable right now.
“Chaun, stay in the camp. If you see Sophia or your wife, keep them there. Minx, you stay, too.”
“And miss out on the fun,” the halfling grinned as she skipped up to us.
“Yes,” Angela nodded. “Thrak, take Faoril. Xera, with me.”
The mage produced a vial of Thrak’s cum and downed it, a smile crossing her lips as a shudder went through her body. She was such a slut for cum. She pocketed the vial and gave me a nod before heading off with Thrak to join the other guards racing forward to meet the charge.
Farson was to the south of me, marching forward in his black armor, his sword in hand. He moved with a relaxed confidence. His lamia slave wasn’t with him. That was the first time I had seen him without the slave scampering at his side. He glanced at me and gave me a nod.
I did not like it.
“Let’s go, Xera,” I said, casting one last look at camp. Where was Sophia at? I thought she would appear with the alarm being raised. It wasn’t like her.
But the charging desertmen were too immediate of a threat. She had matured, growing competent since when we first set out from Shesax over four months ago. She would be fine. I didn’t have to worry about her.
I would so spank her when I found her.
Xera padded behind me as I joined the other guards, waiting for desert man’s charge. I shifted my stance on the sand. It was like the training ground where I practiced with ... I hit one of the empty holes in my mind occupied by my relationship with Kevin and excised by the Lesbius Oracle. I shook my head and raised my shield, readied as the desertmen charged closer and closer.
Sand kicked up from the feet of the camels. The desertmen whirled their scimitar over their heads, leaning over their mounts. Their ululation grew louder and louder. My heart beat faster and faster. I leaned forward, setting my shield and bracing my body.
They hurtled closer faster and faster, racing at us. The caravan guards all stood ready, their blades heavy. None carried shields. It almost distracted me, causing me to ponder why they would face mounted attackers without shields, but the pounding of camel feet on sand brought my attention back to the attackers.
So swift. They moved at the speed of a charging warhorse.
Then the camels were on us. A scimitar scythed down at me and struck my shield. The impact jarred my arm. My feet slid back in the sand, digging furrows. On either side of me, the caravan guards swung their heavy, curved blades, cutting the camel’s flesh. If they dodged.
Camels spilled to the ground, screaming in pain, throwing their riders to the sand. The unfortunate guards fell in bloody spurts, their life soaking into the sand as the final rays of the sun winked out and night settled.
I set my shield as the second wave charged in.
Thrak
“Save me some,” I grinned at Faoril as she lifted her arms, wiggling them, her robes sliding down to her elbows.
“And risk you getting your head cut off?” Faoril asked.
I snorted. “By them.”
The raiders charged down the dune, ululating. My hand tightened on my ax. The rage growled inside of me, begging to be unleashed, promising to kill them all. I didn’t need it. Not against these raiders.
“Fine,” Faoril said. “To keep your fragile, male ego intact, I’ll leave you some.”
“It is delicate as fine porcelain,” I laughed. “I thank you.”
A smile grew on her lips and then sand exploded. It burst around ten of the tribesmen in the first rank. Tendrils of flowing dust wrapped about their camels, yanking them down to the sand, spilling their riders. They tumbled in yellow clouds that then coalesced and pinned the riders to the ground. Her magic surged through the sands, tripping up more of the attackers. Then she hardened the sand, fusing it into stone, trapping the soldiers and turning her attention to others.
I stepped before her as the survivors of her attack rushed at us. Scimitars raised high. Camels bayed. My ax swung, bit into flesh. I cleaved through the camel’s chest and the rider’s leg. The beast crashed into the ground, tumbling past us, rider screaming.
I reversed my swing and slammed it into the next rider as he slashed his scimitar at my head. The force of my blow threw him from the saddle of the camel. He hit the ground, flopping like a clubbed reindeer. Blood flicked from the end of my ax as I swung again, cleaving the legs out of a third camel.
Sand erupted before me, engulfing a fourth rider. His camel emerged from the cloud, veering to the right without its riders guidance. The dust contracted around a man, his hands and feet sticking out of a ball of rock, screaming in fright.
Faoril did not kill any of them.
Another rider bore down at me. I had no time to ponder Faoril’s state of mind. She hadn’t fully overcome the trauma of killing Relaria. I ducked the scimitar swing and slammed my ax into the camel’s flank, drawing a bloody line. The rider pitched from his dying mount. I leaped over the kicking camel and landed on the groaning rider before he rose.
My ax fell on his head.
“Thrak, there’s another tribe to the south,” Xera shouted.
I looked up. The second wave of this attack slowed, staring at their fallen brethren. Down the line, more had reached the defenders. Angela fought with her shield and sword, hacking and slashing, while Xera’s bow twanged, felling riders. I glanced south. Where had they come from? They marched across open sand with no dunes to give them cover.
Faoril pulled out a vial of cum and downed it. “Thrak, you can handle them, right?” She pointed at the regrouping riders.
“Easily,” I grinned, marching across the sand, my heart beating with exhilaration. “Go wrap up those from the south with your magic. No need to prop up my fragile ego any longer.”
Faoril laughed and turned. Wind swept around her and lifted her into the air. She soared to the south of the camp as I broke into a run. I bellowed at the top of my lungs, gripping the ax in both hands. The riders fought to control their camels and regroup to fight me.
Chaun
The servants huddled with the camels, the sounds of battle raging beyond the tents. Dust drifted through the air, scented with blood. My fingers strummed on the lyre, my voice singing a calming song, keeping panic out of the air.
I wish my music worked on myself.
Where was Xandra? Was she out there in the fight, using her totems? She was such a frail thing. She had only fought once against the imps. She was not cut out for such danger. I wasn’t cut out for such danger. But we were dragged into this by prophecy.
I sang by rote, my fingers dancing across my lyre. My neck craned, peering past pack camels and the servants keeping them from bolting, looking around tents, searching for a glimpse of my wife’s sky-blue hair, her slender frame.
Where was she?
Screams drifted over my music. Sand exploded. Dusty gouts burst up into the air as Faoril unveiled her magic. My eyebrows furrowed. Or maybe that was Xandra using her totems, summoning elementals. I hoped she was safe, Angela watching her back.
I glanced to my right and blinked. Minx was gone. The halfling rogue had been sitting on the pile of goods playing with her dagger. Small footprints darted to the north. If I knew she would run off, I would have asked her to find Xandra for me.
Maybe I should go look for my wife.
Another scream.
My fingers played faster, my voice rising. Xandra was fine. She had her magic. Sophia was with her and the priestess could use her magical dagger. She was fine. Safe. Thrak, Angela, Xera, and Faoril would send the desertmen packing, assisting the caravan’s guards. Then we could get back to the business of finding the Mirage Garden and leave the roasting desert behind.
Minx
I could not believe that Angela didn’t think I could fight. Didn’t she see me battle the gnome alchemist? Okay, yes, I was taken out of the fight by her lust bomb. But I was winning until then. It irked me that she told me to say back with Chaun.
I mean, he was a handsome stud and the way his fingers danced on his lyre did give indication on how well he could finger a wet cunt—and I had heard his wife singing his praises enough—but he wasn’t a fighter. Like Sophia and Xandra. They were the support.
I was the offense.
I had my knives. I had my alchemical bombs. I could do so much. I pulled out a sticky bomb as I darted across the sands, weaving between the camels legs, and popped out on the northern edge of the battle away from Angela and the others. I raced past Farson and shuddered, his gaze following me.
I did not like that one bit.
I reached the edge, standing with the other warriors as the camel-riding desertmen were almost upon them. I threw the sticky bomb at the nearest rider. The bomb struck the desertman in the chest, bursting, spurting white-yellow foam about him and his camel. The beast cried out, stumbling, the foam reaching its legs, forcing it to stop running. It bleat in annoyance.
I laughed, glancing at the caravan guard standing beside me, a bare-chested Halanian, his ebony skin glinting in sweat. He glanced at me for a moment, and I arched my eyebrows, grinning. He spat and turned back to the charging warriors.
He had no appreciation of style.
I shoved my hand into the pouch and felt the X carved into the clay ball—a sleeping bomb. I whipped it at the rider almost upon us. It hit the camel in the head. Purple gas puffed around the mount and rider. The camel took two steps and then fell forward asleep, the rider tumbling over its head and landing with a grunt.
I chortled, readying my dagger for the charge as the rest of the attackers bore down on us. The desertmen howled at us, ululating, swinging their scimitars at the caravan guards on their charge past us and...
They ignored me. The camels thundered past me and not a single one charged me or swung a scimitar at me. The Halanian guard who lacked a sense of humor, fell dead, his head missing I spun and glared at the tribesman.
“Hey, I’m fighting, too! Don’t ignore me.”
I darted after the offending warrior. He flicked the blood from his scimitar and charged at the back of another caravan guard. The desertman was ignoring me again. I wanted to howl my frustration. My feet threw up sand as I dashed at a diagonal line to intercept his attack, my dagger clutched between my teeth. He waved his scimitar over his head as he charged past, camel’s feet throwing up sand.
I jumped, reaching.
I snagged a leather strap holding his saddle. I grunted, my body smacking into the camel’s rear leg. The rider didn’t notice me as I scrambled up, grabbing the thick, curly fur of the camel and then the rear of his saddle. I made it to the back of the camel, standing behind him.
And stabbed him in the back.
I hit a critical spot. He stiffened, the scimitar falling from his hand. I ripped out the dagger, blood soaking into his black robes. He slumped to the right, teetering for a moment, and then fell out of the camel and tumbled across the ground. I jumped off the back of the camel, landing light on the ground.
“That’s what you get for ignoring a halfling,” I laughed and kicked sand at the corpse. “Next time, don’t ignore us.”
I looked around for more to fight. I peered south through the camp. Faoril stood alone, facing a charging horde. She had no back up. I grinned and dashed through camp. If there were only two of us, the attackers couldn’t ignore me. I would make them respect halflings as a threat.
Xerathalasia
Angela’s thrust caught the rider in the stomach. He slumped over his camel as it charged past. I stepped to the side, avoiding trampling feet, and fired an arrow. It hissed over Angela’s head and took another tribesmen in the throat.
“There are a lot of them,” I said, my ears twitching. “Is this natural?”
“No idea,” Angela shouted, setting her shield for the next charge. “But if they are this aggressive, I don’t see how caravans can travel the desert without being annihilated.”
The ululation of the second wave crashed over us. I drew, knocked, and fired, taking the rider in the chest. He slumped over and his camel veered to the right then slowed to a lazy walk as the others sped past.
“Support any weak spots in the line,” Angela shouted and raised her shield. A dull thwunk echoed as a scimitar slammed into the hard wood banded in metal. Her sword flashed, cutting into the poor camel. Pain burst in its cry.
The poor thing just wanted to obey her master, carrying him into battle. Humans could be so cruel. I knocked an arrow, scanning down the line for any gaps. Several guards were down, others fought riders, blocking and parrying. I drew and fired. My arrow slammed into a rider’s back. I drew again and—
Farson wasn’t fighting. He watched Angela.
My ears twitched as I studied him. His face was dark marble. His sword gripped in hand. Blood stained the tip. A dead tribesmen lay at his feet, but he wasn’t helping the nearby fight. Just watching Angela.
I wanted to put an arrow through his throat.
Warlock Faoril
The wind I summoned set me down on the southern side of the camp. I was the only defender here. The rest were to the west, holding back the first tribe. But there was a second tribe racing across the desert, scimitars waving as they charged, kicking up a cloud of dust.
They didn’t ululate like the ones to the west. They were sneaking in, flanking the caravan and hitting it where it was defenseless. It was a good tactic, I supposed. Thrak would know better. I had studied history, and the battles, but not in depth to judge tactics.
I pulled out a third vial of Thrak’s cum and downed it.
It was still warm and creamy, as fresh as when I collected it. I hadn’t messed up the preservation spell since my test and the lemures cum. A flush of embarrassment shot through me just at the thought, and I shook my head.
I had an army of bandits to defeat.
I surged earth magic into the sand. It was loose, able to be compressed. I formed a large trench, ten feet wide and spreading across their entire advance. A thin layer of sand still covered it, compressed to a solid plane but as thin as glass. It would never hold Minx’s weight.
The camels surged closer and closer to my trench. I pulled my magic out of the sands and readied winds to hit those in the back who didn’t fall into the trench. I swirled whirlwinds on the perimeter, starting out as dust devils and growing into tornadoes to plunge through the attackers.
The first camels reached the trench and...
Charged over the thin layer of sand. I goggled. My tornadoes fell apart. There was no way the camels could have ridden across without breaking through. They were huge beasts, with warriors riding on them. I know I made that sand thin enough that it couldn’t support Minx’s weight.
Fear shot through me. They were so close. And still no sound. No thud of the camel’s feet on sand. No rustle of fabric. It scared me. My stomach tightened. But I was trained for this. Not to panic. Not to seize up. But to act.
I detonated sand before the front ranks. Shock waves propagated through the ground, shaking the grains about my feet while sand burst into the attackers. Instead of camels and riders falling to the ground—screaming in pain, their flesh scoured by sand particles, leaving them bleeding and shredded—they burst into motes of shadows.
Shadowmancing. Farson.
A cat hissed behind me. I turned, saw nothing. But something slammed into my head. Light flared across my vision. My body went numb. I hit the ground. The cat purred in satisfaction. My eyes rolled in my head. Fuzzy pain spread across my thoughts.
A second crack slammed into my head and plunged me into darkness.
Thrak
The riders were around me, letting out their cries, circling me, swirling their scimitars over their head. They tried to intimidate me. They had superb control over their mounts, riding so close one camel could bite the next’s tail. Their eyes were dark, all that was visible of their faces.
“You boys too scared to fight me?” I laughed, throwing my arms wide, blood dripping from the crescent blades of my ax. “Eight of you, one of me, and you ride in a circle, holding your cocks like scared boys at their first gangbang. Come at me. Fight me. I am Thrak of the Red Eyes. Stop pissing yourselves and fight.”
I turned slowly, watching them, waiting for my chance to spring. Beyond them, the fighting raged. Angela blocked with shield and swiped with sword while Xera’s bow sang, felling riders. Chaos raged along the line, half the caravan guards down. Farson walked across the sands towards Angela, ignoring the attackers.
Bastard. But Angela could handle him. She had Xera backing her up. My real concern was Faoril.
I glanced to the south. Tornadoes gathered as the new wave charged in. My stomach twisted. I couldn’t see Faoril from here, my vision blocked by tents. She had so many to face alone. Would her magic be enough to stop the second force?
The change in the rider’s shouting gave me a heartbeat’s warning. I ducked as a scimitar flashed over my head. They had turned and charged in while I stood distracted. It was impressive feat, timed so each rider raced at me, paths crisscrossing without hitting me. I dodged another scimitar attack and swung.
My blade cut through a camel. It screamed and threw its rider. The dying beast stumbled, ruining the coordination, and slammed into the next charging tribesmen. The collision sent both beasts crashing to the ground.
I laughed, swung, and swept a tribesmen from his saddle.
Blade hissed. I dodged right. Fire burned along my arm. The tip of the scimitar cut into my flesh. I roared and hacked, hewing attackers as they tried to kill me. Crimson spurted through the air. Rage roared in my chest, demanding to take control as I dodged and weaved, swung and swiped.
I killed.
The tornadoes spun out of existence. Explosions detonated to the south. And then there was silence. The southern tribes charged towards Faoril, and she wasn’t responding any longer. Fear shot through me. Why wasn’t she fighting?
I charged forward and cut through a tribesmen. I had to reach my mage.
Xerathalasia
“Stop!” I shouted as Farson advanced on Angela as she fought a trio of mounted desertmen. She cut one down, her back to the Shizhuthian warleader. “Stop now, Farson!”
I drew my bow, arrow knocked and aimed.
The warleader stopped, glancing at me. A smile crossed his lips. A mocking smile. Did he think I couldn’t take him in the unprotected throat or eye from this distance? I could hit him four times before he close the distance.
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Book Ten: The Flaming Woman Chapter Nine: Betrayed By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Knight Angela – Dominari's Lair, Despeir Mountains The goddess's words struck me like a blow. The white light washed over me, assaulting me with truth and... I witnessed. King Edward IV of Secare groaned and gasped as he lay on his back, a youthful maiden of fiery hair riding his cock. Around him, three other Secaran maidens watched, their eyes lidded with lust. One nuzzled the red-haired...
Book Three: Barbaric Passion Chapter Eight: Necromantic Dangers By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Thrak – Ruins of Murathi, The Federation of Larg “Are you sure you're okay?” Faoril asked as she rubbed at my shoulders. “That stone looked heavy.” “Fine,” I sighed, savoring the way her fingers massaged into my shoulders, easing the tension. “It was only a glancing blow. The bruise hardly throbs at all.” “You need to be careful,” Faoril...
Book One: The Quest Chapter Five: Elvish Heat By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. Acolyte Sophia – Blath Forest, The Kingdom of Secare Angela kissed me. My heart stopped. Her lips were hot and soft. Her large, naked breasts pressed against my traveling robes. My nipples hardened and a flush of heat washed through me. I closed my eyes and let the strong woman hold me, her tongue claiming my mouth. My head spun. The fear and excitement...
Introduction: Xera returns home to her pregnante elf-wife and wonders if she should continue on the quest. Meanwhile, Sophia studies in the library and Angela enjoys the hermparoditic delights offered by the elves. The Knight and the Acolyte Book Two: Magics Clash Chapter Two: The Elfs Choice By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Knight-Errant Angela Northern Deorc Forest, The Federation of Deoraciynae I cant believe you want to go another round, I gasped...
Acolyte Sophia – Shesax, the Kingdom of Secare My heart beat with excitement as we crossed the Merchant's Bridge over the Melkith River that flowed through the sprawling city of Shesax. Behind us, the Lone Mountain thrust up like a rock spire to pierce the fluffy, white clouds drifting across the sun. Ahead, the sun rose, shining golden light in our eyes. The Merchant's Bridge connected with the K'holene Highway, the great merchant road that led to the mining city of K'hol. I had ridden...
Book Four: Song's Passion Chapter Eight: Ooze's Delight By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Knight-Errant Angela – The Lost Mines of Khragorath, Fallen Kingdom of Modan At an intersection, just as Azken promised, we found the rest post at the start of the mines. It was carved into the side of a natural cavern, a monumental edifice that seemed to sprout naturally from the rougher walls of the unworked stone. Shafts drove off in several...
Book Eight: Labyrinth of Love Chapter Seven: Shifting Paths By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Knight Kevin – The Free City of Grahata, Yalut Island I walked into the Temple of Luben, a small structure dwarfed by the more popular religions of Pater, Slata, and Seljan. It was modest on the outside and plain in the inside. The floors were a checkered pattern of black and white stone, dark-stained pews forming two rows advancing towards an altar...
Chapter Three: Virgin Delight By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Journeyman Mage Faoril – Esh-Esh, The Magery of Thosi The market place before the docks on Lake Esh bustled with travelers, locals, and merchants, a vast, busy tide that ebbed and flowed. I walked with Thrak, he crowds paring before my orcish lover like the waves before the knifing prow of a ship. Everyone gave the huge, hulking, ferocious, barbaric Thrak a wide birth, the already pale, Thosian faces growing even whiter as...
Book 5: The Vault's Treasure Chapter Five: Nimble Fingers By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Chaun – The Free City of Raratha I smiled as I glanced at the seven halfling wives roaming the riverboat named The Halfling's Harem. The memory of each one of the gasping and heaving beneath me, thinking I was their husband, made my dick throb in my leather pants. Captain Natan had no idea I cuckold him with each of his wives. I hoped at least one...
Book Four: Song's Passion Chapter One: Elf in Heat By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Chaun – Lor-Khev, The Magery of Thosi The tavern watched me, enraptured by my song and skill. My fingers danced across my lyre, a far too fine instrument for the rough Maiden's Cherry, while my words echoed through the common room. It was a bawdy song I played—the high epics of court would not go over well here, even with my skill. The men, mostly farmers...
Xandra – The Mirage Garden My husband’s cock slammed in and out of my pussy. I writhed beneath him on the silk sheets, his muscular chest rubbing on my small breasts. My cunt gripped his cock as it reamed into me. Chaun’s dick felt bigger than usual. But he was a changeling. He could enlarge himself for me. The pleasure rippled through my body as I gasped and moaned, slamming into the fog wreathing my mind. Everything was so ... hazy since I had arrived in the Mirage Gardens earlier ......
I was bored as I waited in the antechamber to the High Virgin Vivian. She was the leader of all the Temples of Saphique, our Virgin Goddess. I wasn't afraid of the trouble I was in. So I blew off prayers to play with a pair of novices. I didn't break their cherries. They were still pure enough to be inducted into the priesthood. I really didn't see what the fuss was. My mother would have to give another donation, and that would be that. Then I could go back to relaxing in the arms of a...
Book Ten: The Flaming Woman Chapter One: Acolyte's New Pleasure By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 King Edward IV – Shesax, The Kingdom of Secare My choked out word echoed through the empty hall of my throne room. Save for my wife, Queen Lavinia, and my chamberlain, John, none of my subjects, courtiers, or guards remained. Only the radiant angel, descended from above and standing before me, was left. Her beatific smile broadened at my answer. “Then I shall summon my mother's...
Book Two: Magic's Clash Chapter Two: The Elf's Choice By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Knight-Errant Angela – Northern Deorc Forest, The Federation of Deoraciynae “I can't believe you want to go another round,” I gasped as Sophia nibbled on my pink nipple. Sophia flashed me a mischievous grin, her green eyes twinkling in the moonlight drifting through the thick canopy of Deorc Forest. Her tongue licked my nipple, a slow circle that...
Book Seven: Illusory Passion Chapter One: Mother-in-Law Delight By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. King Edward IV – Shesax, The Kingdom of Secare A pleased smile spread across my lips. For once, things moved swiftly upon my command. Word had arrived that not only had Knight-Errant Angela been accused of high crimes by the Doge of Raratha, but so had Acolyte Sophia ev'Tith, servant of Saphique and daughter of the contemptible Duchess of Tith....
Book Four: Song's Passion Chapter Four: Song of Unbridled Lust By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Acolyte Sophia – Lor-Khev, The Magery of Thosi The minstrel's music soared through the common room, his voice a honey purr that even excited me while his fingers expertly played the lyre. I had not heard the like since the night an Azian Bard had played at my mother's estates. The music shuddered through me, my body growing hotter and hotter. And while the minstrel was undoubtedly a...
Book Two: Magic's Clash Chapter Six: The Grieving Mage By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Journeyman Mage Faoril – Esh-Esh, Magery of Thosi My head lay on the rough wood of the table watching the retreating barmaid. The world was blurry from my drinks. I couldn't believe this day. How could it keep getting worse? I failed my test, I lost my dream, I was broke, and now I owed an inn money for food and drink. They would throw me in...
Book Six: Heart's Longing Chapter Two: Dirty Mage By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Journeyman Faoril – The Golden Hunger, the Nimborgoth The spurt of hot cum into my pussy triggered another orgasm. It was a small one do to my exhaustion. I had cum so many, many times this night, letting pirate after pirate fuck me. Use me. The pirate atop me grunted, his eyes rolling back in his head. I stroked his pectoral muscles as my cunt spasmed about...
Book Three: Barbaric Splendor Chapter Five: The Barbarian's Wife By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Thrak – Red Eye Tribal Lands, Larg Federation “Which woman is it?” I asked my dead wife. “I do not know,” Serisia answered as she slipped to the ground before me. “But one of them will rescue your grieving heart.” “Never,” I answered as I stared down at her pale face framed by light-brown hair. The bone piercings adorning her ears,...
Book 5: The Vault's Treasure Chapter Two: Passion's Avalanche By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Xerathalasia – Lesh-Ke Mountains, The Kingdom Of Haz Sunlight was a delight shining on my flesh. Though I had lived beneath the dark canopies of the Deorc Forest, sunlight still warmed glades and knifed through the trees to form brilliant beams that played on mossy ground. After our ten days spent underground, I wanted to stand rooted in place and drink in the radiance. But I could not....
Book Three: Barbaric Passion Chapter Three: Stolen Virginity By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Acolyte Sophia – The Village of Asheth, The Magery of Thosi Angela's cock entered my pussy. I gasped as the intense pleasure rushed through my body. The purity that connected me to my Goddess severed. But I didn't care. The cock felt so good as Angela rammed her hips forward. “That's it, slut,” snarled the masculine voice through Angela's mouth. When Angela talked, I heard her beautiful...
Book Four: Song's Passion Chapter Five: The Bard's Performance By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. The Erinyes Incessae – Lor-Khev, The Magery of Thosi The howls of the rampaging barguest filled the night over the small town of Lor-Khev in southern Thosi. The Lesh-Ke Mountains loomed to the south, a wall of black that occulted the brilliant, starry sky I flew through. My eyes scanned the town. My prey lay in here. The target of Mother's...
Book Three: Barbaric Passion Chapter Six: Orcish Passion By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Knight-Errant Angela – Red Eye Tribal Lands, Larg Federation I dozed in a sex coma. Thrak had fucked me so hard. I had cum so many times. That orc was virile. My pussy ached wonderfully from the force of his strokes. He lay next to me in the tangle of grass, his breathing a low rumble as he slept, his arm over my stomach. I absently stroked his...
Knight Kevin – The Free City of Hargone Angela’s face hardened at my pronouncement of her crimes and the declaration that her name was attainted and stricken from the rolls of the Knights Deute. The wind from the desert whipped at her fiery hair. We stood on the outskirts of Hargone, the Halani Desert’s sands only a block away. Crowded tenement buildings made of yellow-white mud loomed around us. The pedestrians on the streets hurried inside, leaving it empty. I didn’t care. My focus was on...
Book Two: Magic's Clash Chapter Four: The Mage's Ordeal By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Fireeyes – Southern Edge of the Deorc Forest, The Kingdom of Valya I smiled as I watched my fire, witnessing what the wyvern's saw dancing amid the red-orange tongues. My three wyvern slaves had tracked down Angela and her party. The first wyvern dived at the naked Angela. She was a ravishing creature: red hair, large breasts, flawless skin, tall and sexy. She stood over the bound form of the...
Book Three: Barbaric Passion Chapter Two: Incubal Desire By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Journeyman Mage Faoril – The Village of Etian, The Magery of Thosi My hand slid up and down Xera's cock as the elf squirmed on the bed. Her head tossed back, her green hair swirling about her shoulders while her large breasts jiggled. I had a firm grip on her cock, my hand sliding up her shaft. It was one of the most fascinating cocks I had ever...
Book 5: The Vault's Treasure Chapter Six: Catgirl's Claws By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Thrak – The Free City of Raratha I eyed the raucous, rickety tavern Minx led me to. It lay on the southern edge of the harbor, the stink of the sea, a mix of salt spray and sour mud, assaulted my nose. The tavern's entrance was a ratty sheet of cloth nailed to the door frame which may have once been white, but now was a grimy gray, the tattered...
Book Ten: The Flaming Woman Chapter Five: Rain By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Faoril – Asunow Princedom, The Princedoms of Zeutch The rain hammered my rain cloak, beating the oiled canvas. Water dripped off the peak, falling onto my saddle. It didn't help. The rain was too heavy. The road drank it in like the driest earth after a monsoon, becoming sodden, thick. I didn't care. It was hard to care about anything after what happened an hour ago. I could still smell the reek of...
Book Eight: Labyrinth of Love Chapter Four: Taming the Rakshasa By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Thrak – The Free City of Hargone I clenched my fist as I marched across the deck of the Golden Hunger. The pirate crew scurried around us, preparing the ship to cast off from the river docks of Hargone. We would put out into the Elba River and sail north through the river's mouth and into the Nimborgoth. A northeast course would takes us to the...
Book Three: Barbaric Passion Chapter Seven: The Mage's Desires By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Journeyman Mage Faoril – Ghost Wolves' Tribal Land, Federation of Larg As the lust died down in my body, the powerful orgasms fading and leaving behind buzzing bliss, confusion gripped me. What had just happened? One moment, Thrak was a berserker fucking me harder than I had ever been taken in my life. And then...he changed. He kissed me now,...
Knight Kevin – The Free City of Grahata, Yalut Island The night wore on as we stood our watch in the overgrown Labyrinthine Gardens. The trees and bushes were so thick, the stone buildings of Grahata were completely obscured. There was almost no light, the night sky half-overcast, the moon struggling to shine through black clouds. But our eyes had adjusted to what light there was. The entrance to the labyrinth was a dark pit before us, faint stairs slowly merging into the black. My five...
Book 5: The Vault's Treasure Chapter Eight: The Sphinx and the Concubine By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Incessae – The Free City of Raratha My wings fluttered with excitement as the Doge bellowed for his guards. The reputation of my sisters and me combined with the Doge's base greed spurred him into action. He feared Angela claiming the piece of the High King's sword. “We must be smart,” I said to the Doge. “Angela and her companions...
Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Acolyte Sophia – The Labyrinth, the Island of Yalut The words of the Minotaur echoed down the hallway out of the darkness of the large room before us. The source of the foul stench pervading the Labyrinth flowed with it. In the glow of my pink, ethereal light bobbing beside me, I spotted a skeletal arm stretched out of the large room, fingers twisted in agony, one of the beast’s victims. My heart hammered fast. We were at the heart of the...
Thrak – Red Eye Tribal Lands, Larg Federation The clear stars burned overhead. I stared up at them, my thoughts drifting. The summer solstice was upon the world. The time to hunt, gather, and war had come to the orc lands. I studied the stars' patterns as they drifted across the night sky. Serisia's spirit lay beside me, cold with her unlife. She was a phantom and had a corporeal presence now. I had fed her my seed, anchoring her to the world with my life. Would she become a murderous...
Book Six: Heart's Longing Chapter Six: Bounty Hunter Surprise By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Lady Delilah – Black Glass Aerie, The Island of Birds The ladder creaked while the wind whipped at my long, red hair. It danced about my naked shoulders. Energy burned through my body from the alchemical drink Fredagest gave me. The gnome bounty hunter climbed above me, her small body navigating the ladder with ease. The sun rose, painting the...