---

Story Codes: Male/Female, Fantasy, Magic, Oral Sex, Pregnant

For a list of all The God’s Passionate Love, other World of Erasthay stories, maps, and glossaryclick here

Comments are very welcome. I would like all criticism, positive and negative, so long as it’s
constructive, and feedback is very appreciated.

---

---

Click here for Chapter 9.

---

---

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

Leywife Monica – Zemi, Ompo Sea, The Kingdom of Valya

Anticipation rippled through me as I finished eating the meal of spiced red fish caught in the Ompo sea, the meat grilled and seasoned with flavors that I had never tasted before. The exotic locale merely lay across the Kelit Mountains from Secare, but it felt like I was in a whole new world. A warmer climate, a friendly people with skin tinged a faint blue, and traveling with my knight.

My protector.

I yearned for the bed. Tonight would be our first time sharing a real one. We had become lovers crossing the mountains, and my heart had found solace in his presence. Knowing he was around proved a balm to soothe me when worry mounted. When the stresses of the world threatened to overwhelm me, I could turn to Sir Bryce.

He had doffed his armor and wore a simple linen shirt and tight pants. I couldn’t help but study his handsome strength. An older man. Mature. The touch of gray in his black hair only made him more dignified. Experienced.

I knew that experience first handily.

He nursed a mug of the local brew, a delicious drink called mead that lacked the bitterness of the beer from Secare. She sipped at hers. It had a flavor almost like honey to it. She sighed, the warmth sweeping through her.

“The night is wearing on,” I said, trying to sound casual. “We have to leave with the morning tide.”

“True,” he said and quaffed the rest of his drink. He tilted back his head, gulping down the mead, his throat working fast.

A quiver ran through me. I leaned in and asked, my cheeks warming with my idea, “Could you… carry me to the room.”

He gave me a look. Girlish embarrassment swept through me. I was a woman, blessed by Pater. My womb swelled with a demigod. I should have more dignity than that, but this wicked fantasy danced through my mind.

Tonight felt special. The bed, the room, a strengthening of the intimate bond we’d forged since he’d rescued me. Since I had cleaved to his quest to find the putrid villain who had defiled Pater’s temple and killed those I’d come to care for in the last month.

“It would be my pleasure, Monica,” he said and rose.

His arms swooped down and he plucked me from the chair with ease. I gasped, my legs bent over his left arm, his right cradling my back. I hooked an arm around his neck and grinned even as heat blazed through my cheeks. A true blush now.

People noticed. Men chuckled and women grinned. My ears blazed but I didn’t care. Let them see the love I had for Sir Bryce. I would have such a magical evening. I would quiver beneath him and share my body with him again. I had nothing to fear.

He would protect me and the special child growing in me.

The inn’s stairs creaked as he climbed it. The walls were made of wooden beams forming square frames filled in with white-painted wattle. It looked almost like plaster. My excitement mounted, my pussy growing juicier and juicier as his heavy steps carried me upward.

“I can smell your excitement,” he whispered into my ear.

I gasped and breathed in. A certain sweet musk filled the air. I quivered and whispered, “They say a leywife’s musk grows stronger during her pregnancy.”

“Must be true,” he said.

I felt like a bride as he crossed the hallway to our room. He managed to get the door open without jostling me. Then he swept me inside like he carried me past the threshold and into our own house. I quivered with my excitement, toes curling. Our rented room was small, bare joists above us, walls the same woad, a window made of small squares of glass held together by lead, many full of bubbles and distorting warps.

He carried me to the bed and lowered me with care onto my back. His arms slipped out from under me. He attacked the lacings of his shirt. I squirmed, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as he pulled it off, revealing that muscular body, scarred in places. A warrior.

The checkerboard amulet swung across his chest.

We had both lost those we cared for to the villain we hunted. The dastardly Lawbreaker.

He planted his boot on the bedpost and attacked the lacings, his eyes on me. I shuddered, the time it took him to undress only built and built my excitement. My nipples poked against the fabric of my dress. My body quivered. I squirmed on my back and thrust my arms above my head.

One boot off.

“Mmm, you’re such a handsome man, Sir Bryce,” I said.

“Just Bryce,” he said. “I’ve been in you enough we could skip that.”

“But it’s sexier when I call you Siiiiiir Bryce!” I quivered as I drew out that honorific. “My knight.”

He smiled as I pulled off his second boot. Then he turned to face me, his eyes darting up and down my flesh. That hunger in his eyes had me quivering in utter delight. I wanted him to pounce on me To fall on me and feast on me and drive me wild with passion.

His tight pants came off next. I groaned as his thick dick came into sight, the wanton woman in me hungry for it. My pussy craved to be penetrated. Only Pater’s cock had ever felt better in me than his. But what man could compare to the God?

“Yes, yes, let me love my knight,” I whimpered.

“I think I have to love my lady fair first,” he said, slipping onto the bed, his muscles rippling beneath his skin.

I bit my lower lip and moaned.

His hands attacked the lacings of my dress. It was different from the togas the Valyans wore, just cloth wrapped around their bodies. What would it be like to be unwound? I shuddered as the lacings rasped together.

My bodice slipped open.

He pulled them open to expose my round breasts to his greedy hands. He reached in and cupped them. He squeezed and kneaded my tits. I quivered. His thumbs slid over my areolas. He massaged my aching nipples, pressing them into my flesh then letting them spring up.

“Sir Bryce!” I groaned.

He leaned over and engulfed my right nipple. His hungry lips sealed about my nub. He sucked with his hunger. His lips nibbled on it. Teased me. I groaned, squirming beneath him. The heat rippled through my body. The pleasure surged through me. I groaned as he flicked his tongue out and around my nub.

The pleasure swelled faster and faster in me. That wonderful delight built in me. I groaned, cunt clenching. His powerful, brown eyes stared at me as he loved me. I could just lose myself in their intensity.

“Yes, yes, Sir Bryce!” I groaned. “Gods, you know how to love a woman’s tits.”

“They’re just such wonderful treasures,” he said, squeezing them both.

He darted his head to my left, his tongue licking at my pale skin. He climbed up to my nipple. Goose-pimples rippled around my skin from his touch. My flesh puckered. My nub quivered. Then his tongue flicked it.

My pussy clenched, growing hotter and hotter. His lips sealed around my nub. He sucked hard on it. He teased me, his tongue dancing, swirling, giving me such wonderful delights. I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut. I quivered on the bed. Whimpers and moans escaped my lips. My twin pigtails shifted on the bed as my head tossed.

He sucked with hunger, drawing all of my pink areola into his mouth. Then my nipple popped up with a sharp flash of rapture. My breast jiggled and swayed. He groaned and licked at my nipple, batting it with his tongue.

“Yes, yes,” I gasped. “Slata’s hairy cunt, you make me feel so lo… cared for, Sir Bryce.” I almost said that word. The L one. It was too soon. It had to be too soon, but… but…

When you knew, my mother had always told me, you knew.

I loved this knight. He had swept into my life when I needed him. He had saved me.

He switched back to my right nipple, sucking on it while his hands drew down my dress, pulling my arms through the sleeves. With the bodice unlaced, it slipped off my shoulders with ease. Then I was out of it and naked down to my waist.

He kept pulling it down while his mouth chased after the fabric. He kissed down my breast while I lifted my hips to help him. He worked my dress over my rump and then down my thighs, his lips chasing with hungry kisses. He smooched across my flat stomach, approaching my shaved, pregnant pussy.

“Mmm, yes, yes, show me how much you love a woman’s pussy now!”

He grinned at me. “The only thing better than her tits.”

Bryce threw my dress to the floor and pried my legs apart. He settled between them and kept kissing down my stomach. He skirted my bellybutton. He went lower and lower to my pubic mound. He kissed a slithering path towards the V of my pelvis, the apex where my legs met.

Where my pussy awaited.

My cunt clenched in anticipation as he came closer and closer to my twat. I quivered, my toes curling and relaxing. My head tossed back and forth. I groaned as he kissed into my shaved flesh. He reached the top folds of my pussy.

Nibbled on my labia.

“Slata’s big tits and Biaute’s perfect cunt!” I gasped.

His brown eyes stared up at me. They simmered with his passion. His tongue licked out. He licked across my folds, brushing my clit. I gasped, bucking. The pleasure surged through me. This wild heat flooded through my body. I groaned and squirmed on the bed. My arms reached above me, my breasts jiggling, nipples gleaming with spittle.

His fingers parted my pussy folds. For a moment, he stared down at my exposed flesh. I quivered, feeling so exposed. He peered into my pink, pregnant depths. Then, with a groan, he licked and lapped at my blessed cunt.

His tongue swept up and down, devouring me with all his strength and masculine prowess. His stubble rasped on my sensitive flesh. I grasped the headboard and bucked on the bed. It creaked beneath me.

Was there anything better than a man with whiskers eating out my pussy?

Short of his cock fucking me—or another night with Pater—the answer was no. This was a wonderful delight to enjoy. I gasped and bucked, my thighs squeezing about his head. I reveled in the pleasure he gave me. He stirred such wanton bliss in me. I groaned, rubbing my hips from side to side. I smeared my pussy juices across his face.

His tongue darted into my folds. He licked and lapped. Teased and pleased. He thrust his tongue into the depths of my cunt. He stirred me up. He delivered such rapture to me. I gasped as he fluttered his tongue around inside of me in slow circles again.

He teased me. Pleased me.

He drove me wild.

“Oh, yes, yes, Sir Bryce!” I gasped. “Oh, you’re going to drown in my juices.

“The sweetest way for a man to perish!”

“Mmm, I am sweet,” I moaned.

He licked his tongue up my pussy from my taint to my clit. It burst with a spark of delight. I shuddered.

“Yes, you are.”

He sucked on my clit. I gasped. His fingers thrust into my cunt. Two thick digits that made me ache and crave his cock. He thrust them in and out of me. He fucked them to the hilt in me. He stirred them around in me and drove me wild. I gasped. Moaned. My head tossed back and forth. My pleasure rippled through my body.

“Oh, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Mmm, that’s it. Just feast on me. Eat me! Oh, you’re driving me to the Adamant Palace, Sir Bryce. Right to the Astral Realm! Paradise!”

“Good!” he growled between sucks.

My pussy clung to his fingers. He pumped them in and out of me, teasing me. I gripped the headboard, bucking. My breasts bounced and heaved. My body quivered. My orgasm swelled so fast. So hard.

I came.

I cried out in wordless bliss. My pussy convulsed around his thick digits. Juices gushed out. Waves of rapture swept through me. He licked and lapped, abandoning my clit to feast on the cream spilling from my writhing cunt.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I cried out as I quivered through my pleasure.

Toes curled. My hands gripped the headboard. Stars danced before my eyes. Rapture blazed across my thoughts. His tongue sent new ripples washing through my body. His fingers kept plunging through my convulsing depths. I gasped, each one taking me higher and higher.

“Such a sweet sound to hear,” he said, rising up. He plundered his digits in and out of me, keeping my orgasm alive as he moved over me. “The sound of a woman lost to her rapture.”

“Oh, I am!” I moaned, my cunt convulsing around him.

He grinned at me. His left hand seized my jiggling breast. He squeezed it as he mounted me, his cock nearing my pussy stuffed with his digits and writhing in bliss. Stars burst around my head, celebrating the passion he gave me.

He ripped his fingers out of my cunt.

Sir Bryce replace them with his cock.

He rammed his dick to the hilt in my pregnant cunt. I gasped, my flesh spasming harder around his cock. His left hand squeezed my breast, adding a burst of delight to the rapture exploding through my pussy. My flesh rippled around his shaft as he sank deeper and deeper into me.

“Slata’s hairy cunt!” I howled.

“Gewin’s mighty cock!” he growled, staring into my eyes. “What a woman. What a delicious pussy.”

“Yes, yes, enjoy my pussy!” I moaned, writhing on the soft mattress. Stuffed with hay. “Take me, Sir Bryce, and spill in me.”

He drew back through my quivering flesh. I gasped, my cunt clinging to him as the pleasure swelled through me. Then he rammed hard into me. He filled me to the hilt with his dick. The pleasure surged through my body. I groaned as another orgasm burst through me.

My pussy worshiped his cock with convulsing flesh. He plunged in and out of me, heavy balls smacking into my taint. He leaned his weight on his right elbow. His left hand fondled my tit, fingers sliding up and up to my nipple.

He pinched me.

I climaxed again.

The pleasure rippled through my body. It surged around me while my cunt sucked at his cock. My naughty, pregnant pussy craved his seed flooding into me. I wanted to have the paladin fire all his cum into me.

I wanted the man I loved to fill me with his passion.

I stared into his eyes, lost to their rich brown hue. I gasped and squeezed about him. My cunt clenched and spasmed around his cock. The rippling delight swept through my body. I bucked, grinding my clit into his pubic bone.

The ecstasy swept through my body. I groaned and gasped and cried out. My passion resounded through the room. My thighs held him tight as he buried into my quivering depths again and again. My body kept cumming, stirred up by that thick cock plundering me.

“Sir Bryce!” I gasped. “Oh, yes, yes! Sir Bryce, cum in me!”

“To spill in your pussy is a blessing, my lady,” he groaned.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped, hooking my arm around his neck, pulling him down. “Revel in the blessing of my cunt. Spill in me!”

He pounded me. The bed creaked and groaned. My pussy lips throbbed from the force of his impact. His bush rubbed at my shaved vulva. The wonderful itch surged bliss through me. I shuddered, my clit bursting with pleasure.

Then his face twisted in ecstasy. He buried into me and bellowed his passion. Hot cum jetted into my twat. Spurt after spurt of the seed I craved spilled into my pregnant pussy. My cunt spasmed harder. Rapture swept through me.

“Sir Bryce!” I howled.

“My Lady Monica!” he growled, pumping me full of his thick jizz. “Gods, your cunt! Slata’s hairy twat!”

“Yes, yes!” I gasped. “Your cock. Oh, Sir Bryce, I love yo… your cock!” I almost said it. Those words. Too soon. I just managed to remember that through the ecstasy sweeping over my thoughts, the mighty waves of rapture. “I love your cock and your cum! Yes!”

I pulled him down and kissed him. I held him tight, his strong chest crushing my breasts. Our bodies heaved through our shared climax. My orgasm hit that peak of ecstasy. A rapture so intense, I wanted to hold onto it for eternity.

And lost it as it slipped from my grasp. I groaned and moaned into the kiss, trembling beneath him. My cunt convulsed and writhed around his cock. My pussy worked out all that wonderful jizz. The pleasure surged through me. I groaned into the kiss I shared with him, our tongues dancing and darting together.

I reveled in him. I savored this moment. My pussy brimmed with his seed.

I loved my knight so much. I should tell him, but… What if it was too soon? What if he saw me as a silly girl and not a woman.

I clung to him, wanting to savor this passion for as long as I could. My tongue darted with his. My pussy rippled around his cock as my orgasm died down. I savored his weight on me, feeling so safe beneath him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sir Bryce Cartith

I lay on my back when we finished, breathing heavily. Monica lay her head on me, a pigtail spilling across my chest. Her hand stroked me. She brushed my amulet and gasped, jerking her hand away.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he said. “It’s been a long time since he took her away from me.”

“We’ll find this villain and see that he’s punished,” she declared. “This miscreant deserves the noose for what he’s done.”

“Or a beheading,” I said, a touch of pleasure rippling through me as I thought about that sweet, sweet day when the Lawbreaker would die.

“Do you mind… if I ask about her.”

I furrowed brows again the pain rising in my heart. “She was beautiful. Like the setting sun spilling colors across the horizon. Or a rainbow bursting out of the mist billowing from a grand waterfall. When you saw her, you couldn’t help but lose your breath to her.” I glanced down at Monica, her face shaped like a heart. “Not unlike you.”

She smiled happily at that.

“I was a Knight Deute,” I said. “Young and proud. I had monsters to kill. The Kingdoms of Men to protect. They took me away from her. When I returned, there she would be, welcoming me. Only one day, I returned and…”

Emotion rose in my throat. The pain strangled my vocal cords. The memory of that day, when I came home and didn’t find her waiting for me, surged through me. The creak as I opened the door. The pit widening inside of me as I crept closer and closer to…

I threw that memory away. I buried it down, battering away the agony it caused. I chained it back into my soul, binding it to the furnace of hatred that blazed inside of me. But it was hard. It wanted to spill through me.

To consume me.

I growled and flipped Monica onto her stomach. She gasped as I mounted her, my cock hard again. Wet with her pussy juices. I pushed my legs between her thighs as she squirmed on her belly. My cock slid around her ass, smearing her cream as I went for that pussy again.

That pussy fucked by a god!

“Yes, yes, I’m here for you!” she moaned. “Sir Bryce, I will always be here for you.”

I buried into her cum-filled cunt. I had filled her with my seed, marking her twat as mine. I groaned at the hot delight of her pussy sliding over me, eager for me to claim her once again. Her snatch practically sucked at me.

Her moans were so sweet as my crotch smacked into her rump. Her butt-cheeks jiggled. She gasped and squeezed her cunt around my dick. The pleasure rippled down my shaft. I groaned as I drew back my hips, savoring the feel of her clinging to me.

Then I slammed to the hilt in her again. And again. I buried into her juicy flesh with every powerful stroke I had. Her moans echoed through the room while her sweet pussy massaged me. I seized her right pigtail, pulling on it, turning her face.

Passion burned in her hazel eyes. It blazed across her heart-shaped face. So breathtakingly lovely. Just like her.

I slammed harder into her.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she gasped, her words coming out in staccato gasps of bliss, matching the hard rhythm of my strokes. “Use me! Sir Bryce! Yes!”

Her pussy clenched about me. The friction felt incredible as I hammered her hard. I fucked her pussy, my crotch smacking into that gorgeous rump on every down stroke. Her flesh jiggled. Her hips wiggled from side to side.

She squeezed about me.

Held me tight. I reveled in the tight intimacy of her God-bred cunt. I pounded her with all my strength. I drove back the pain with the pleasure of her embrace. Of using her. I gripped her pigtail hard and snarled.

“Oh, Sir Bryce!” she moaned. “Don’t stop! Fuck me until you cum! It’s okay! Use my pussy! I love you!”

Her feverish cry burst from her lips. And then her pussy convulsed in wild passion around my cock. Her flesh spasmed around me. I groaned, drilling hard into her. Fast. I filled her again and again with my dick. I buried into her deep.

She sucked at my flesh as her moans echoed around the room. Those three words rattled in my mind as I hammered her cunt. She quivered beneath me. Sucking at me. I leaned over her, pounding her hard.

“I love you, too!” I snarled.

“Yes!” she squealed. “Love you! I love you so much! My knight! My savior!”

“My hope!” I howled as I buried into her pussy.

I exploded.

My pleasure slammed through me. The rapture swept hot and fast through my body. Each erupting spurt of my seed into her pussy, claiming her again, pulsed ecstasy into my mind. The bliss danced through my thoughts.

Her pussy milked me. She spasmed hard and fast around me, her hungry flesh draining my balls dry. I groaned and leaned over her, gasping and panting. Her snatch rippled around me a last few times as she drew out the last of my cum.

“Love you!” she groaned. “Oh, Sir Bryce, I am yours. Your sheath. Your aid.”

“My lady love,” I said slowly. With care.

Her pussy clenched around me. “Yes!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Leywife Monica

Celebration surged through me. I squirmed beneath him, my breasts rubbed into the linen sheets. His seed had filled me a second time. He pressed down on me, kissing at my cheek. Loving me. This was wonderful.

I didn’t have to be afraid. I would give him succor.

I would aid him. Love him. Be his woman. The joy burst through me as he kissed my ear. He nibbled on it. I sighed in bliss. His cock softened inside of me. His weight was on me. I could fall asleep just like this.

Tomorrow, we’d sail the Ompo Sea. We’d come closer to Raratha and recruiting the thief we needed to track down the Lawbreaker. My knight and I would avenge those we loved and then we’d have our own bright future.

Our own happily ever after.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Stefan Halian – The Temple of Lily’s Blossoms, Kingdom of Secare

I stepped into the Temple. The evidence of violence lay everywhere. I swallowed against the rising gorge at the back of my throat. The fire that had burned the western part of the structure hadn’t reached this far, but the reek filled my nose, mixing with other grisly smells.

Dead priests and their wives lay hacked down in puddles of rust-brown. Flies buzzed everywhere. I tried not to let my gaze linger on them as I looked for the right body. There were dead goblins, too. Spindly, green-skinned creatures cut down by a sword.

“They fought back,” I muttered.

“Yes,” she said. “Someone did. These were all done by a longsword,” said my angel. Ahlona padded at my side, her halo shedding soft, white light that illuminated up the darker recesses of the temple. “I don’t see any of the priests with weapons.

“Why would they have them?” I asked. “They were priests.”

“Which goblin do you need?” she asked. She pushed one over with her foot, staring at its bloated face. It wore ragged leathers, its weapon rusting and bent. “Any?”

“Let’s see if we can’t find a more important one,” I told her despite how unappealing moving deeper was. “If we want to make sure we can get a spirit that will help us track down the one that ordered their attack.”

“Ah,” she said. “Not a grunt. Do you think an important one died?”

“No.” I swallowed again, hating the idea of searching more of this place. “But if we want the best chance of gaining the trail of the monster who is after killing our god, then we need to.” I shook my head. “Why would he attack this temple? What was here that had to be destroyed?”

“I know not,” said Ahlona. “Divinations are not working. Everything is confused. My Goddess is gravely concerned about that. This enemy has gone to great lengths to hide his identity and actions. I fear he has found help.”

“Help?”

“Divine help.”

A shiver rippled through me. “I see. You have a guess on which God?”

She shook her head.

Pater didn’t have many enemies in the pantheon. His first wife, Matar, maybe. But she had only been jealous of his cock which was why she made her own and created hermaphroditism. A few of the Gods and Goddesses were dark. Illth, the Hermaphroditic Goddess of Pestilence, was a foul one. Cernere, Goddess of Crime and born out of transgression, flaunted the rules and laws of everything. Vedr, Goddess of Weather, could have a violent side to her, a temper that could wreak destruction, especially fueled by the pettiness of her wife Throwia, Goddess of Suffering. Dauthaz seemed unlikely. Though he was God of Death, he was a gentle being, full of compassion who wanted to help those who died to find peace in the next life.

“The candidates seem few,” I muttered as we pressed on.

“True,” she said. “It could be a demigoddess. Or he has found some artifact. Perhaps there was one here. This is the tomb of Lily, the mother of the High King Peter.”

High King Peter was the most famous child Pater ever fathered on a mortal woman. A thousand years ago, Peter had created the High Kingdom of Hamilten, uniting all the lands west of the Despeir Mountains. I’d spent my entire life in its boundaries. It had fallen apart after his death.

Supposedly, the woman who killed the last dragon a year ago and had founded a new order of knights was his descendant. I supposed that made us distant relatives.

We continued our searches through the temple. I tried not to let my gaze linger on the death we found. To let my eyes slide over the pain and suffering inflicted here. Ahlona stayed at my side, a comfort as we moved.

On the second floor, we came across a different goblin. He looked stronger than the others. He had a heavy maul that lay by his corpse. He’d been hacked down, too. The warrior who had come to the defense of the temple had defeated him.

“Him?” asked my angel.

“Best candidate,” I said. “There’s something… different about him. Not just his size. Perhaps shamanic spells were used, calling on the elementals to enchant his body.”

Magic used the elements directly, the very threads that wove reality. Shamans used totems to summon elemental spirits, beings of earth and rock and air and water and life to enact their will. They could do interesting things with them but they often lacked any finesse. A fist battering a door off its hinges to open it instead of a key unlocking it.

I pulled out one of the vials of pussy juices that Ahlona had donated to me. The spell on it kept her cream as fresh and warm as when they had jetted out of her. Just as sweet. I quaffed it and felt the energy of her passion rippling through me.

The source of power to work my magic.

I drew out a piece of white chalk. I wished I had a better type of chalk for this. Like the black chalk from the Azi Wasteland. That would work better on necromancy. I worked with care, drawing a circle beside the body. I slowly moved, using the tricks I had been taught to make it nearly perfect. Then I drew a five-pointed star in it, the geometry exact. In the points of the star, I wrote runes, the ancient names for the five elements, my chalk scratching with care on the stone, marking it at the perfect delineation.

I couldn’t mess this up.

Sweat beaded on my brow as I worked. Ahlona watched without saying a word. I moved slowly around the edges, hoping that I had every bit of it marked right. Nothing could be off or the circle wouldn’t work. It wouldn’t enhance the power I poured into it to reach beyond this realm and summon back the soul of this creature from wherever it rotted in the Astral Realm.

I doubted any of the Gods wanted its soul, so it would be sent by Dauthaz to a place of punishment. Where those rejected by the Gods suffered. I made the final marking, my lower back aching from the strain.

“Help me move him into the circle,” I said as I stood, my face flushed.

She nodded and grabbed the corpses thick wrists. I seized ankles. The body had weight. I grit my teeth as we lifted it and swung it into the circle. It rolled onto its side. A hand spilled past the edge. I pushed it back with my boot.

I closed my eyes and drew in a breath. This wasn’t something I was certain I could do. This was a type of magic beyond my ability as an apprentice. But I knew the theory. I just didn’t think I had the raw strength to pull it off.

“Trust your blood,” Ahlona whispered from behind me.

I poured life magic into the circle. The glow bled through my eyelids. I could see it blazing. Activating. It surged around the corpse. The magic I fed into the circle reached out and touched the body. I concentrated and found the little trace of the creature’s soul, the residue left behind by its immortal essence when it left.

That was good. We weren’t too late to summon it. I drew in a breath and seized the thread. Tugged.

Here came strength. Will. All the things that had held me back in my magic before. The soul didn’t want to return. It was beyond this world in the other. The connection to the body was tenuous at best. It had been days since it left, abandoning the ruined flesh.

Come back!

I sent my command through the connection. I concentrated on it. Willed it. My brow furrowed as I felt the spirit. It held fury. Defiance. Anger. It snarled against me. Stubborn. Refusing out of sheer pride. It didn’t want to obey anyone.

Come back to your body!

A defiant laugh.

Come back to your body and give answers to your death!

The mockery grew. An emasculating mirth. The soul’s derision rippled at me. It seemed to say, “As if anyone as weak as you could possibly compel me!” He was a leader. Powerful. He didn’t obey orders. He gave them.

You will obey me!

Snorting disdain. What had I ever done? What made me think I could compel a mop let alone him? The doubts assailed me.

Ahlona’s words echoed in my mind.

Come back to your body and give answers to the murders you wrought!

The spirit growled now. Anger filled it. Defiance. It spat at me.

You murdered my father’s worshipers. You have wrought evil. Answer for your crimes! Come back so that justice might be delivered!

The spirit thrashed as my certainty grew. I stood resolute. I was Pater’s son. I had the blood of the divine inside of me. I had every right to demand justice in the name of my father on behalf of those who served him.

COME BACK AND ANSWER, GOBLIN!

My will lashed out at the spirit. A strength that I had never known about surged through me. I had the confidence to wield it. The right. I poured it out along with the power of Ahlona’s pussy juices. The angel infused me, heightening my ability to work life magic.

COME BACK TO YOUR BODY AND GIVE JUSTICE TO MY FATHER’S SERVANTS YOU SLEW!

The spirit howled its anger as I grabbed it with powerful hands. I wasn’t asking now. I compelled. I yanked the damned thing’s soul back into its body. It thrashed against my will, but I had righteous anger flowing through me.

This thing helped my father’s enemy. Now the creature would help me!

I slammed the soul back into its body. The corpse gurgled. Its jaw opened and a wheezing breath escaped it. An eye opened, milky with rotting death. The corpse’s bloated limbs twitched. A horrid sound came from it.

Laughter.

“I won’t… talk…” it said.

“Yes, you will,” I said with such certainty. I had it now. It was in my circle. “You are trapped to the flesh once more. You are no longer divorced but back in broken and rotted mortality. You will stay until I release you.”

“Pissant… human…” the goblin snarled, his voice broken, distorted. His jaw didn’t move right. “Kill you.”

“How? That body is too broken to move. You can’t even stand, let alone reach past the circle. You’re mine!” I slammed my enhanced will into it. I throttled the soul in the body. The corpse thrashed. “You will answer my questions, Goblin!”

“Verdik!” the thing hissed. “I am Verdik, Chief of the Yellow Fang Goblins!”

I smiled. Chief? Perfect. “Then you know who paid you to attack this place! And don’t lie to me. Don’t claim it was your idea. I know the truth! You were sent here for a man. Who!”

“Bastard tricked us,” the corpse said. “He told me it would be easy. Just wanted her.”

“Who?” Excitement rippled through me. “Is she alive? Did he capture her?”

“Don’t know.” The goblin broke into bitter, wheezing laughter. “Don’t care. I died. Never even… saw her.”

“You know who paid you?” I continued. “You were connected to him. Your spirit is attached to his.”

“Don’t know his name,” spat goblin. “Treacherous bastard. Lies! He lies! He promised me riches!I’m dead! I’m rotting dead because of that bastard!” The corpse thrashed with the most animation, flopping limbs striking the unseen barrier around the circle. “Killed me! Lied! Dead! Easy! Supposed to be easy! Just priests! Just one whore!”

“You want revenge?” I demanded. Rage poured off of the goblin’s maligned soul. A dark and deep odium. Pure hatred. “Huh?”

“YES!” howled the spirit inside the corpse. “KILL! KILL! KILL!”

“Then help me track him!” I spat, throwing my will into the soul. I bent life magic around him. I seized his immortal essence. “Help me track him and we’ll kill him for you. We’ll get revenge on the bastard who lied to you!”

The goblin laughed again. “YES! YES! DEAL! We have a deal!”

I gasped as my power surged through the soul and yanked it out of the corpse. A shade appeared, a dark shadow of the goblin on the ground. It floated in the air, eyes a malevolent white, glowing with hatred. The rest indistinct, a mere outline.

I had created a shade by accident. I didn’t mean to. But now I had his soul tied to me. It could not return to the Astral Realm until I released it. Its insubstantial flesh quivered with its rage. It surged up to the edge of the circle, pounding on it.

“I’ll find him!” the shade whispered, a silence slicing through my mind. “I’ll lead you to the bastard! Free me!”

My foot slid out and rubbed the edge of the circle. The power burst from it, dropping the barrier. The shade surged out of it and down the hallway. It bent down like a dog, sniffing at the ground. It snarled in my mind.

“What have you done, Stefan?” Ahlona asked.

“Made a bloodhound,” I said.

“I have the stench of him. I will lead you. Bastard won’t escape. He killed me! We’ll tear him apart!”

“We’ll kill him and stop him!” I declared, still shocked I had made a shade. I shouldn’t have had the knowledge or the skill to do that. I just… acted. I poured my will and did what I needed to do. “Lead on, shade!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Illina – The Free City of Raratha

Two days after the ambush by Kurg Widowmaker and going to Fox for refuge found me fully recovered and growing antsy. I was in the small, hidden room in his hideout. A smuggler’s den. Barg was with me, pacing.

He didn’t like being contained.

Owl brought us food and took away our chamber pot. The air was growing thick. Stale. We didn’t have much to do but fuck to pass the time. Extended bouts of foreplay until we both were gasping and moaning.

I wanted out.

My skin hadn’t been alchemically treated. My natural appearance was coming through. It held an artificiality, my skin pale, but too smooth. It was too supple. Too fine. Krab had done amazing work when he created the first clockwork automaton, Fabrilina, and though her daughters were alive, we still remained artificial beings. We didn’t reproduce so much as build a copy of ourselves.

I looked just like my mother who looked like hers on and on and on. I could use semen, any man’s semen, to build a daughter inside of my “womb,” somehow transmuting their seed into the parts. It would take a lot of seed. It didn’t even have to come from the same man. I could use a dozen men to make my daughter.

It wouldn’t matter.

Not that I had any plans of being a mother. Not yet. That would come later. When the urge finally fell on me. In the meantime, I was a thief in a bind. I was in Fox’s debt now. He had made it clear before I passed out that his help wouldn’t come cheap.

I didn’t want to be in the bastard’s debt. People had a hard time getting out of it.

A knock came at the door as I sat on the bed, my breasts rising and falling. Barg went still, halting his pacing. He stared at the door, his naked body poised like a hound about to pounce on an intruder. If he had any hair, it would be bristling right now.

The door opened and Owl entered, the halfling’s eyes were wide, almost holding an innocence I knew she didn’t possess. She wore a loincloth and nothing else. Though she was half my height, her body was proportioned like a woman’s, breasts round and jiggling.

“Fox is ready with the cost of our help,” she said and smiled. “I think you’ll find it’s reasonable.”

I snorted as I rose. “There is nothing reasonable so far.”

“Kurg Widowmaker is tearing the city apart looking for you. That’s not easy to deal with. You know that.”

“He’s one dwarf.”

“And his employer, Lady Alloria, has every gate out of the city staffed with a diviner looking for your exit. The city guards are all more than willing to help her catch the thief who stole her property. Before every ship is leaving, it’s inspected by another. This will not be easy to get you out. It is going to cost Fox, so I think you should see how reasonable it is.

“Because there is quite the reward out for you. He could easily make money by turning you over to Kurg.”

“But he’d rather have my skills at his disposal,” I said and groaned. “He’s going to use me to make a fortune.”

“See, reasonable,” she said. “Come, come, he’s waiting.”

“I’m sure one of you has your mouths on his cock, so he can be patient.”

“Oh, no, none of us are sucking on him right now,” she said and smiled. “Hurry. He’s waiting on you.”

I sighed and rose. They hadn’t provided any clothing. They claimed no one wore clothing in the lair, which was probably true, but I knew why none were provided to me. He wanted me to feel vulnerable. Well, I wouldn’t be.

I could stroll naked through the middle of the city.

I sauntered out, only missing my knives. I had lost them all in the fight and hadn’t grabbed my spares. All we had were my notes on the Vault and the necklace I’d stolen from Lady Alloria Korvan. I wanted to keep it more than anything out of pure spite now.

It was petty. I didn’t care. She unleashed that monster on me.

Barg heeled me, unconcerned about going naked. He had clothes, but he hadn’t bothered wearing them in our little cell. His bare feet padded behind me. He could shift to his bestial form if things went bad.

I hoped not. Fox’s women outnumbered us by a fair margin.

We stepped into the room and Fox waited, a big grin on his scarred face. Though I was taller than him, the halfling didn’t seem to care. He stood naked, his body muscled, his bronze skin gleaming. His women were around the room, Giggles eyeing me while playing with one of her knives.

“What do you want me to steal?” I asked bluntly.

“Well, right to the point,” he said. “No foreplay.” His eyes flicked to my tits. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“We’re negotiating not fucking.”

He placed a hand on my hip. “Can’t we do both?”

“What?”

“This is a pricey request you’ve brought me,” he said. “I have to bribe my women to keep silent.”

“Aren’t they your wives?” I demanded.

“And?” He furrowed his brow. “They don’t deserve baubles for their efforts. Plus others in my organization are going to have to do some work in getting you out. There are the guards to be bribed. The officials. Expensive, expensive. Lady Alloria is pissing money to get her hands on you.”

“How much do I have to steal?” I asked again, my patience swelling.

“A hundred thousand dupondius.”

I snorted. “Only that much? That sounds soooo easy. I just have to rob a merchant’s entire strong room.”

“Exactly,” said Fox. “Lord Korvan’s, to be exact.”

It took all my self-control not to goggle at him. “You want me to rob the husband of the wife who is hunting me down.”

“They’ll never suspect it,” Fox said.

“And how am I supposed to get anywhere near the Korvan estate to do this?” I demanded. “They know my face. They have that vile dwarf tearing this city apart to bring me to her, and you want me to waltz into her estate. I might as well tie myself to her bed so she can begin the torture and save myself the stress.”

“So that’s a no?” he asked, his hand sliding around my hip towards my hairless pussy. He cupped me, stroking my flesh. “What a shame. I would hate to have to pull my protection. As it is, you owe me a thousand dupondius.”

His finger thrust into my cunt.

“Fine,” I snarled. “I’ll rob the bastard.” Somehow.

“Good, good,” he said. “Now, to pay for that room and board. I could be persuaded to take other forms of payment.”

“You should be named Pig and not Fox,” I muttered as his finger pumped in and out of me.

“But the fox is the one that gets to have all the fun when he breaks into the henhouse.” Fox’s eyes glittered. His thumb rubbed my clit. “So, want to be in my debt more, or start paying down what you owe me?”

I seized him by his hair and tilted back his head. His women all tensed. “Are you sure you can handle me, little halfling?”

He grinned.

To be continued…

Click here for Chapter 11.

Support me on Patreon!

I have released a part 41 of the revamped Devil’s Pact on Smashwords. Read this post for more information if you’re interested!