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Illina – The Edge of the Ten-It Woods

I glowered as I stared over at Monica playing happily with Sir Blockhead and Lady Alloria. This was not what I expected. Monica had a new toy to play with. How would I get her to sleep with Barg now? It would be so hot to have her do that.

To cuckold the knight and to let her indulge in her pleasure. Barg was amazing. He deserved to have fun with other women. Monica wanted him, but now she was over there lost in the threesome, able to indulge in her lusts while staying “monogamous” with Sir Killfun.

“You still have Alloria’s necklace,” Barg said as if he could read my mind.

My hand shot down to the necklace dangling down to my small breasts. I stroked over the amethysts. A smile crossed my lips. “You’re right. I can tease her with this. She wants it soooooo bad. And now she’s bound to that dumb paladin. They’re tied together.”

“I am glad you didn’t arrange for me to screw Alloria,” Barg muttered.

A shiver ran through me. I had done that on my last time adopting the role of Lady Vainya. It was a great scam. I would pretend to be a highborn lady, attend the lavish party the various merchant lords of Raratha threw to show off how much gold they had, and seduce their women into wild romps. I would liberate their jewelry under the guise of foreplay, leave them satiated, and by the time they realized a few baubles were missing, they wouldn’t connect it to the sexy and vivacious Lady Vainya who’d given them so much pleasure. On that last one, I snuck Barg in and had him fuck the woman during the job, sharing in the delights.

But Alloria’s pussy was poison to any men save Sir Humorless.

“Still,” I said, glancing at Barg, “aren’t you a little disappointed you don’t get Monica’s pregnant pussy sliding up and down your cock. She’d be fine to fuck. Mmm, she’s going to start showing. That belly’s going to get around. She’ll be so sexy.”

“A little,” he said. “But not enough to risk the paladin’s anger.”

“I would have distracted him,” I muttered. “Of course, Alloria’s doing that, but Monica will be distracted with him. Ooh, I want Monica licking my pussy like that.”

“We’ll reach Shasti in a few days,” Barg pointed out, stretching out on his back. “She always loves licking your pussy.”

“Because she wants to take me apart and see how I function,” I said. I was alive, but also not. I was constructed. Flesh and blood and clockwork heart. The rhythm picked up faster as I stared down at Barg, my pussy getting juicy. A tingle raced through my nervous system.

“You are a remarkable creature, Illina.” Barg’s eyes flicked over me. “It is always a pleasure for me to gaze upon your visage.”

“Oh, you like gazing upon me, huh?” I asked and threw myself over his waist. I pressed my pussy down on him. I ground against him, rubbing my cunt up and down his cock, caressing him. Savoring the feel of him. “How’s that.”

“A delight to experience,” he said, his smile growing. “Mmm, yes, that is just why every man should shower you in riches to enjoy.”

“Why aren’t you?” I asked, planting my pale hands on his midnight chest. My hairless pussy slid up to the pinnacle of his cock. I massaged it right there. I ground it into him, savoring how he twitched and throbbed beneath me. “Aren’t I good enough for you?”

“You are remarkable,” he growled. “Just perfect. If I had the means, I would shower the riches of Seljan’s coffers upon you.”

I beamed down at him. “You know just the things to say to make me happy.”

“And you know just how to squirm on my cock to make my dick ache,” he groaned. “What are you doing to me, Illina?”

“Teasing you,” I said, working my hips from side to side, my cuntlips caressing over the spongy tip of his cock. “I mean, you only wish to shower me in gold. And I wish to fuck you, but…”

“What a saucy wench you are tonight,” he groaned, his words coming out a growl, contrasting with that proper diction and careful way of speaking he had. “I should roll over, pin you down, and ravish your sweet and tender pussy.”

“You cad!” I gasped and shifted my posture. The tip of his cock popped into my pussy.

He let out a growling snarl, pleasure crossing his face.

“I shant let you do that to me,” I said, placing the back of my hand theatrically on my forehead. “What sort of woman of loose morals do you take me for? The kind that would let herself be so thoroughly ravaged by a beast like you?”

“You have the loosest morals, Illina,” he groaned as I slid my pussy another inch down his cock. “But you have the tightest quim. One just aching to be ravished.”

My fingers flexed on his chest as I sank lower down his cock, engulfing it bit by bit. My nervous system drank in the delight caressing my pussy walls. The pleasure rushed through me. I shuddered, my hair dancing from side to side. I anticipated the wonderful bliss that would surge through my body and make me cum.

It would be outstanding. I squeezed my twat down on his cock as I engulfed another inch of him. I swallowed more and more of his cock. It was such an amazing thing to experience. I loved every second of it.

Then I bottomed out on him. I quivered there, impaled fully on his dick. It was the best thing in the world to experience. A joyful delight. I groaned, wiggling my hips from side to side, stirring my cunt around his thick shaft. The pleasure rippled out of me. It was a wild burst of passion. My clit added sparks, increasing the rhythm of my heart.

“Barg,” I groaned, squeezing around him. “Mmm, you just enjoy my tight quim and loose morals.”
He grinned up at me. “I plan on thoroughly enjoying every wanton act you wish to perform on my helpless body. I am but a slave to the carnal lusts you churn in me.”

“And I don’t have to enchant my pussy to do it!”

I rose up his cock, the necklace swaying over my chest. My firm titties jiggled. I slammed down Barg’s dick, plunging down to his hairless crotch. He didn’t have a single strand of hair on his body. Only smooth, midnight-black skin. Just a gorgeous man.

A wolfish smile grew on his lips as I ground my clit into him. Pleasure sparked from my bud and raced through my nervous system. It spilled over my thoughts. The gears in my mind churned with delight while my hips wiggled from side to side. I stirred my cunt around his dick then rose up him.

He growled, bestial and passionate. His smile grew wolfish. His dark hands stroked my thighs, caressing them as my muscles bunched and flexed. I slammed back down his dick. The friction sent another surge of bliss racing through my nervous system, conducting the pleasure to my mind.

I loved it. I whimpered and moaned, working my pussy up and down his cock. My necklace bounced before me. It flashed with light. It gleamed and sparkled. Such wonder reflected from it. The campfire roared happily beside us as I pleasured my Barg.

My love.

His eyes stared up at me with such lust in them. He savored my pussy. My tight quim.

“Mmm, yes, yes, just enjoying my loose morals, aren’t you?” I hissed.

“Greatly.”

I grabbed his right wrist and pulled his hand to my mouth. I sucked on his finger, running my pink tongue around it while I slid my pussy up and down his cock. I squeezed my cunt on him. I held him tight. I reveled in the bliss he gave me. The amazing rapture of slamming my cunt down his cock. I took him to the hilt.

Every last inch of him.

“Illina!” he moaned as I slid up his cock.

“Mmm,” I purred and then sucked on his finger again, nursing on it while my pussy clenched around his cock.

“Gods, yes!”

He groaned and growled as I swirled my tongue around his finger. He snarled as I showed him the pleasure of my cunt. His dick twitched and throbbed in me. He would fire so much cum out into my snatch. I would savor every bit of it. I worked my cunt down his cock and then back up him. It was incredible to enjoy.

Over and over again, I plunged my cunt down his cock. I savored taking him to the hilt as I sucked on his finger. I worked it in and out of my mouth. I squeezed my pussy about his shaft, reveling in his big dick filling up my pussy.

I groaned at the rapture that brimmed inside of me. I came closer and closer to that explosion that would burst through me. I gasped, my hips wiggling from side to side. I slid his finger deep into my mouth, giving him just that one last bit of delight.

“Cernere’s black cunt and nimble fingers!” he groaned, and I felt his impending orgasm.

His knot swelled.

I rose up his dick and slammed my cunt down his shaft. My pussy lips hit the swollen base of his cock. A flare of pain mixed with the pleasure. It was incredible. An absolute delight. I shuddered and groaned, my pussy stretching and stretching to engulf his knot. Then I slid up him again, ready to try again.

It was such a wonderful, rapturous delight to experience. I slammed down him again. I groaned around his digit. I sucked hard on his fingers. I loved the feel of him in my mouth as my cunt struggled to swallow his knot. I came closer.

I rose up his cock.

“Illina!” he groaned as I slammed back down.

My pussy lips stretched and stretched, hungry to engulf his knot. I whimpered. Then he popped into me. I engulfed every inch of his dick. He growled. His cock exploded his cum into me. He fired spurt after spurt of his hot jizz into me.

I quivered on him. It was such a joy to experience. My orgasm burst through me, igniting every inch of my nervous system. My pussy writhed and spasmed around his erupting cock. I moaned around his digit, the rhythm of my heart pounding away fast.

This was such a thrill to savor. Being knotted to my barguest was a treat. My pussy spasmed around his spurting cock. His seed filled me. Flooded me. I sucked so hard on his digit as my twat collected his cum and stored it.

“Gods damn, Illina!” he snarled. “Pater’s cock and Slata’s hairy cunt!”

His jizz spurted a last time into me. My orgasm rose towards a pinnacle of bliss. I hung there and then swayed. I pulled my fingers from his mouth. I panted as I stared down at him. My body shivered from the delight. I smiled at him.

“Mmm, that was delicious,” I said, the necklace swaying around my neck as I leaned over him, tied to him. We would be joined together for a while.

“She’s staring at the necklace,” Barg said, his voice a whisper as I lowered myself down to kiss him.

“Good,” I cooed and then planted my mouth on his. I kissed Barg with such hunger, the necklace trapped between us. I thrust my tongue into his mouth.

I squirmed on him in delight, the pleasure racing through my body. My pussy clenched on his dick while my heart’s rhythm beat with such joy. I thrust my tongue into his mouth and danced around. I savored kissing him.

His hands caressed my ass. Lady Alloria’s eyes bored on me. Oh, I had another fun game to play.

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Lady Alloria Valis Korvan – Ten-It Forest

We rode until noon the following day, entering the Ten-It Forest proper. We were on the only road into it, leading to a trading post called, simply, the Trades, a place where the elves of the Ten-It forest conducted business with the humans. Other than ships sailing through their territory on the Roytin River from Lake Esh in the Magery of Thosi down to Raratha and the Nimborgoth, the elves didn’t permit any to enter their woods save this road.

I was glad when we stopped for lunch. Not because I was sore from riding a horse all day, which I was, but from how wet I was. I was so horny. For him. Sir Bryce. My pussy dripped for him. As I slipped off my saddle, I left behind a wet spot on the leather. The cream ran down my thighs, a flood of it.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. I shuddered, staring at him as he dismounted off his black warhorse. His armor jangled. He wore it all the time. I wanted his cock in me, and it would take an hour to get him out of that blasted steel.

Well, not an hour, but too long. I would go insane from the lust. What had his collar done to me? I shouldn’t feel this way for a man. I shouldn’t want his cock in me. His cum flooding me. Nor should I crave to have his weight atop me, almost crushing me with his virile strength. All hard muscles. There was nothing soft and feminine and wonderful about him.

My pussy burned.

“Slata’s hairy cunt and Las’s thick cum,” Sir Bryce growled. He ripped off his helm and all but slammed it on his saddle horn. He marched towards me, his armor rattling, intense lust burning in his eyes.

I gasped as he shoved me against the trunk of an oak tree. Branches rustled above. An acorn dropped to my right. He sank down to his knees, a knight bowing before a mistress, and ripped open my toga.

He had the loose cloth falling open, exposing my body. My large breasts jiggled as they came into view, red nipples thrusting hard from my bluish skin. I gasped as his gauntlet-clad hands pried my thighs apart, exposing my hairless pussy. The aroma of my tangy twat filled my nose.

Filled his, too.

With a bestial growl, he buried his face between my thighs and feasted on me. I gasped at the whiskered feel of his lips and cheeks on my cunt. His thick tongue churned through my folds with such bold strokes.

“Gods damn,” I gasped, trembling there as he relieved that ache.

“This pussy,” the knight growled, needing me that much.

A thrilled rippled through me. I loved this so much. This was what I needed. Craved. This strong man using my body. No one was sexier. No woman could compare to this hungry man lapping at my cunt. My body squirmed, my disarrayed toga pinned between me and the rasping bark of the oak tree.

“Sir Bryce, yes!” I moaned as his tongue swabbed over my clit.

“Mmm, enjoy, Alloria,” Monica cooed. Her twin braids spilled over her shoulders as she bent down to nuzzle at my right breast. Her lips kissed at the side. “Enjoy every moment of it.”

“I am,” I gasped. Another rush surged through me as Sir Bryce thrust his tongue into my pussy’s depths. The stubble on his lips and chin massaged my labia. “Oh, Gods, I am. Slata’s hairy cunt, that’s good.”

“It is,” Monica sighed in breathy delight.

Her lips kissed up to the pinnacle of my breast. Her tongue flicked out and swirled around my nipple. The Secaren girl stared up at me with her soft, hazel eyes. Her heart-shaped face held such joy in her expression. Then she sucked on my nub.

My pussy clenched around Sir Bryce’s tongue.

“Mmm, that looks fun,” said Illina, sliding out of her toga. She had several knives strapped to her naked body, around her waist, her thigh, and her upper arm. And around her neck, my property. “Don’t you think, Barg?”

Illina toyed with the necklace, stroking the amethyst, mirth gleaming in green eyes. I glared at her. She was spoiling my pleasure. That was my necklace. I wanted it so much. Why wouldn’t Sir Bryce give it to me?

He gave me his tongue, though. I groaned at the sweet rapture spilling through me. I closed my eyes, shuddering against the tree as he swirled his tongue through my pussy, sliding it deep inside of me.

I quivered, whimpered, loving every moment of it.

When I opened my eyes, Illina was licking my necklace’s amethysts, running her tongue over it while she shuddered. Her barguest lover, in his bestial form, had his snout pressed into her pussy, licking and lapping at her.

She held up the necklace and winked at me.

“Cunt!” I snarled and then shuddered as Sir Bryce’s tongue stirred me up.

The swirling delight in my pussy sent me hurtling towards my orgasm. I shuddered at the rapture brimming through me. My clit throbbed against Sir Brice’s bold nose. Monica’s lips sealed tight about my nipple. She sucked with such wonderful hunger. She gave me such bliss, bringing me closer and closer to that powerful explosion of bliss.

I would have such an amazing climax. That bitch Illina couldn’t stop me. I grabbed a fistful of Sir Bryce’s hair, I held him to my pussy as his masculine lips and tongue sent me hurtling towards that explosive rapture.

“Yes, yes,” I hissed. “Sir Bryce!”

“I know,” Monica cooed between licks at my aching nipple. “He’s such a good pussy licker. Enjoy him.”

I was.

His tongue slid to my clit. He swirled around it. I gasped, a wave of delight washing through my cunt. He sucked and nursed on my bud. My pussy clenched. I came closer and closer to that orgasmic delight bursting through me.

I hit that wild peak.

I climaxed.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Gods, that’s amazing! Slata’s hairy cunt!”

The pleasure rushed out of my pussy. My cunt cream gushed out, a wild flood that surged into his hungry mouth. He licked and lapped up my cream with his wild hunger. I groaned, quivering through the bliss of his licking tongue. My head tossed from side to side. My breasts heaved.

Juices surged out of me and into his hungry mouth. His stubble rasped over my pussy lips as he feasted on the flood of my passion. The wonderful sensation sent rapture shivering through me. My body bucked. My breasts heaved together. I groaned, loving the bliss that washed through my flesh.

“Oh, Gods, yes!” I howled.

“Enjoy, Alloria,” Monica moaned, her eyes bursting with delight for me. She was such a delicious girl. The type I would turn into my pussy-licking slut.

But I was the one turning into a slut. For Sir Bryce.

“I want your cock!” I whispered, knowing it would take too much time to get out of his armor. That he would have to endure his lusts while I would be momentarily satiated. “When we camp, I’m going to make you cum so hard, Sir Bryce.”

“Yes, you will,” Monica purred in support and kissed me.

I hit the pinnacle of ecstasy as I moaned into her lips. That wonderful height of rapture. Her hands squeezed my tits. I bucked and shuddered, my breasts jiggled in her grip as the rapture surged over me. It was amazing. A wild delight to enjoy. I squirmed my hips back and forth, grinding my pussy on Sir Bryce’s lips.

Then I crashed into panting bliss, satiated. For now. I had one itch satisfied, and I would have another. My necklace. I would get it back from Illina. I would have it around my neck. I would stay young and beautiful forever.

For him.

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Leywife Monica

“That was a noble thing you did,” I told Bryce as he rose, his face drenched in Alloria’s pussy juices.

He grunted. “What choice do I have? These magics…”

“I know.”

“Yes,” Alloria panted. She stared at him. “Thank you.” Azure darkened her cheeks. “I… I don’t normally…”

Then she threw herself at him and kissed him. She pressed herself against his arm. Her tongue thrust into his mouth. He groaned, his arms wrapping around her. Mailed hands grabbed her naked ass, her toga spilling to the ground behind her.

I smiled at the sight of them. Their two spells were changing them both. It frustrated them, but I hoped it would bring about something remarkable between the two. This Lady Alloria was a selfish and vain woman. Driven to such desperate and dark acts to recover the necklace so she could stay young and beautiful.

But there was grace in aging with dignity. In becoming a woman ripened into maturity. A mother who took pride in what she had accomplished in her life. I held my stomach and watched my love kiss Alloria.

I knew he was frustrated, and not just because he had a cock that needed release and it took too long to don and doff his armor to strip it off during our short lunch break. He was a man who didn’t like to be leashed against his will.

He was the type of man who would gladly leash himself. To an idea. A woman. His wife. He had devoted himself to her like he now devoted himself to me. But with Alloria’s help, maybe he could see that devotion did not have to be exclusive.

We could love each other and have our delights on the side. My eyes slid over to Illina staggering back from Barg. I wouldn’t come close to slipping up like I had that night in the tavern, but with Alloria’s help, maybe I could enjoy Barg, or other men and women.

With Bryce’s blessing, of course.

And he could enjoy other women, too. We could share them. It would be such a wondrous thing. So while I felt a great deal of pity for them both, I hoped that they would adjust and grow from this. I hummed as they broke apart.

“Well, who is hungry?” I asked brightly.

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Stefan Halian

“Pussy!” Verdik snarled.

The shade sniffed at an oak tree. One of many in the Ten-It Forest. We’d entered it a few hours ago, my horse, Magistrate, traveling faster with my life magic sustaining his muscles, banishing his exhaustion. The shadowy thing looked more dog than goblin as it’s insubstantial hands tried to claw at the tree.

“Fresh pussy! Here! Here!” The goblin threw a look at me, eyes wild with spectral hatred. “Fresh! We’re close! I can smell it. A few hours! We find them! Kill him! He needs to die! He killed me! He slammed that sword through me. Bastard! Kill! Kill! Kill!”

“Enough!” I barked and sent a surge of power through the bond, strangling off the shade.

“We’ll find him today,” whispered Ahlona. “We shall save our Divine Father. All of the Astral Realm shall rejoice. The Adamant Palace will resound with celebration. My sister angels shall sing a chorus in praise to you. My Holy Mother shall shower you in praises. You are the first Mortal Son of Pater blessed by Slata.”

I couldn’t help but grin. Showered in praises by a god. My fingers flexed. “We’ll find them by nightfall at this rate.”

“Yes.” My angel kissed my cheek, her body pressed into my back. Then she flapped her wings. The air swirled around me. She climbed skyward. Magistrate neighed.

Ahlona’s white wings carried her up through the gap in the trees the road created. She soared over them, looking majestic as she circled over me, naked save for her gold chastity belt. It gleamed in the sunlight streaming over the canopy of the surrounding oak and birch trees.

“I shall track them from the air,” she called and then winged north ahead of us.

Excitement beating through me, I clutched at my mother’s rainbow amulet I wore beneath my robes. I felt the shape of it. She would be avenged. I let the anger and grief build and build in me as I rode to do battle with her murderer.

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Illina

We reached our camping spot. It was a clearing, marked by the Ten-It elves as a safe place to set up for the night. It was large enough for a caravan, a natural meadow with fire pits surrounded by stone and piles of deadwood arranged for fires.

We didn’t need to traipse around and collect it. They wouldn’t like that. Though we hadn’t seen any of the graceful creatures, they would be around. If they caught us violating their rules, arrows would sing out of the trees and find our bodies before we knew it.

My mother told me never to try trespassing on elvish lands. The Ten-It Elves were more welcoming than their northern cousins in the Deorc Forest, but they did appreciate having their woods violated. Besides, what was there to steal? Branches? Berries? The elves were superb craftsmen, but you’d have to find their villages out there in the trackless woods. How could you do that? You’d get lost.

Not worth it.

Monica was peering at the woods the moment she dismounted from her horse.

“There’ll be elves at the Trades,” I told her. climbing down from my own horse. I was still sore, but not as bad as that first day. “We’ll reach it tomorrow. You’ll see. Some of them will be in heat, too. Have their cocks grown? Ever been with one of the hermaphrodite races?”

“No,” she said. “There aren’t a lot of them in Secare.”

“Gnomes are fun. Have their cocks save when they get fertile, then their dicks go away and they just have pussies.” I licked my lips. “Short like halflings, but they got nice boobs as well as a nice cock.”

“Never been with a halfling, either,” Monica said. “Only human males.”

“Poor you,” I said. I sidled up. “While Sir Bryce is enjoying Alloria, you could sneak off with Barg. They won’t notice.”

Monica glanced over at her paladin. He was ripping saddlebags off his horse. He looked around and growled, “Let’s get the camp set up.”

“Someone’s impatient to fuck,” I shouted.

The paladin shot me a glowering look.

“Yes, yes, let’s hurry,” Lady Alloria said. She was struggling to drag off saddlebags from her own horse.

“She’s actually working,” I said in amusement. “That spell that’s wrapped around those two is driving them mad with lust.”

“I know,” Monica said, an expression somewhere between sympathy and delight on her face. “I shouldn’t be happy, but…”

“You get to have some fun with another person. You’re not cut out for monogamy.”

“Of course I am!” Monica huffed and marched over to help her lover and his lover set up camp.

I shook my head and glanced up the road. Shasti would be at the Trades, playing around with all the elves and their cum. Elves in heat loved fucking humans, or other non-hermaphroditic women, because they couldn’t breed them. Elves were monogamous in weird ways. They could have all the sex they wanted with anyone so long as it couldn’t result in children. The moment an elf slipped her cock into another elf’s pussy, they were married.

Of course, a human like Shasti couldn’t breed with an elf, so they could use her pussy all they wanted and it wasn’t cheating.

A bird flapping drew my attention. I frowned, glancing up at the trees. The sun was setting. All the birds should be roosting unless it was an owl. And they had soft feathers. They didn’t make much noise when they flew. Right?

“Illina, get your tent set up!” snarled Sir Bryce. “Barg, the fire.”

I rolled my eyes then glanced at Barg. “You heard Sir Hardcock, let’s get camp set up.”

He chuckled.

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Stefan Halian

Ahlona landed on the road where I waited. Verdik snarled and gibbered. My power leashed him, holding him back. He wanted to charge ahead and rip into the knight. The shade seemed to forget he had no real body. He couldn’t do much at all.

“They are a half-mile ahead of us setting up their camp,” she said. “I saw him.”

A shiver ran over my skin. Every hair on my body stood up amid puckered goose-pimples. “And?”

“He is a knight, or wears the armor of one. Powerfully built. A man of middle age, but at the peak of his physical prowess. I observed him barking orders like a tyrant at the others. He has the leywife. She seems unharmed and eager to obey him. I suspect she is cowed by him. There are two other women, one Valyan and noble-born who seems to be a slave and terrified given the frantic nature that she was ripping off supplies from her horse. The other was Tuathan. Fiery hair. She stood with a man all of black skin. I am not sure about his race. They were off to the side, observing. They might be associates of the criminal.”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a vial of Ahlona’s pussy juices I’d collected. A preservation spell kept them as fresh as the moment she squirted the cream from her twat. I popped off the vial and downed the sweet nectar.

Power radiated through me. A source to draw upon my magic that wasn’t my own lifeforce. I flexed fingers. My heart pounded so fast. A strange exhilaration worked through my veins. This was it. We had found him. Tracked the bastard down.

We would catch him unaware.

Ahlona’s sword flashed into her hand. Astral gold, its surface as polished smooth as a mirror, flames licking around the edges. A resolute expression filled her features. She stood proud now, an avenging warrior come to punish the wicked.

The man who would kill a god.

I dismounted Magistrate and tied him to a tree. Verdik snarled and then scampered before us. I marched down the road with my angel at my side, ready to do battle. The five elementals were at my fingertips, threads of fire, earth, air, water, and life. I wouldn’t give the bastard a chance.

I pictured my mother’s smiling face. Deana Halian. A radiant woman. Caring. Compassionate. She had sent me to Esh-Esh so I could be a mage. She wanted me to have a great life. One of importance. To make my father proud.

I would.

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Sir Bryce

“Come on,” I growled as Monica and Alloria helped strip my armor off.

My dick was so hard. So thick and throbbing. The ache was powerful. I had never been so horny. All day with Alloria riding beside me, I could smell her scent. Taste her still on my lips. The tangy ambrosia set fire to my veins.

“We’ll get you off, my love,” gentle Monica said as she worked the straps on my pauldrons.

“We’ll get that cock in me,” groaned Alloria. Her red eyes burned. “I will make you cum so hard. Don’t you worry.”

“Mmm, then you can have a second round in my pussy,” Monica added. “How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” I groaned, hands flexing.

It went fast with them both working on the straps, helping me take off the various plates of armor. They pulled off the gorget protecting his throat, then the pauldrons. The breast and back plates came off. Vambraces. The cuisses cladding my upper thighs. The greaves and sabatons. Soon I was down to my pants, so ready to fuck Alloria. The busty woman sank down to the bedroll, legs spreading wide. Her pussy was on display.

Monica pulled down my pants. She grabbed my cock, stroking me with her delicious hand, her body pressed into my back. She felt so incredible. She kissed at my shoulders, her lips soothing some of the fire in me.

Just as I was about to fall upon Alloria and ravish her, movement caught my eyes. Striding down the road was a man in blue robes. An apprentice mage, the lowest level of practitioners trained by the Collegiate Tower. At his side walked an angel, her flaming sword out and her face resolute. Before them, something shadowy scrambled, an insubstantial hound that fixed glowing eyes on me and snarled in triumph.

“That’s him!” shadow howled.

I twisted for my sword, snarling a curse.

Bands of air seized my body and yanked me into the air.

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Stefan Halian

I trembled with the intensity of my rage as my magic hauled the naked man in the air. He was moments from raping the Valyan woman while forcing the captured leywife to attend to him. My blood boiled, almost hissing as it pounded through my air. My vision narrowed to a black cone focused on the bastard squirming in the bands of air.

“That’s the cocksucker who killed me!” Verdik howled and rushed forward like a beast, scampering across the ground on shadowed limbs all bent and nobbled.

“You killed my mother!” I snarled, the rage exploding out of me as I marched forward. The ground shook beneath my feet, my magic almost out of control. I seized the monster’s arms and yanked them to the side, pulling on them.

Pain spilled across his face as I stretched out his legs next. I pulled him tight, on the verge of ripping his limbs from his body. Sinew writhed and twisted like coiled snakes beneath his skin as his muscles flexed and fought my restraints.

“You murdered her!” I snarled.

The Tuathan woman and the black-skinned man broke into a run for the brush, fleeing me. They were smart. No one could stand up to a mage who didn’t have magic themselves. I let them go. I didn’t care about them. Only him.

“You broke into her house and beat her to death!” I shoved my hand beneath my neck and ripped the rainbow amulet out from beneath my robes. I tore it free and held it before me. “Do you recognize this! MURDERER! Deana Halian! Do you even know her name! Do you even care!”

He fixed hard eyes on me. He fought through the pain on his face. “I did not destroy her! I am out to punish the Lawbreaker who did!”

“LIAR!”

A fist of air punched him in the face. His head snapped to the side. A spurt of crimson burst from his lips and splattered his left arm. The next fist slammed into his stomach. He coughed and shook in the bonds.

“You killed her!” I spat. “Just like you sent those goblins to raid the temple.”

The leywife gasped in shock. Tears spilled down her face. The naked Valyan woman trembled behind her.

“I am here to liberate the leywife and kill you for your crimes!”

The murderer turned his head, fixing his flat gaze on me again. Despite the swollen bruise forming on his jaw, he didn’t show any fear at all. No quaking terror. I held him in the grip of my power. He would die today.

Why didn’t he look afraid? He should be cowering. Begging for his life. He should be blubbering for mercy. And I wouldn’t give it to him. I would rip him apart.

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Leywife Monica

“Put him down!” I shouted, marching forward.

The mage, a Thosian or Secaren like me, glanced at me. He was only a year or so older than me, a brown goatee surrounding his lips parting in shock. His green eyes fixed on me, brow furrowing. He wore his hair short, his body looking slender beneath his blue robes.

“Now!” I felt my power swelling in me. I had fought one mage. I would do so again. “I won’t let you hurt him!”

Confusion now danced across his expression. “I’m here to rescue you.”

“You’re killing the man I love!” I planted hands on my hips. “He didn’t send the goblins to attack me. He saved me from them. He hacked through them and stopped them from raping me.”

“No, no, he sent the goblins to attack the temple.” The young man glanced at the shadowy thing clawing at the ground.

“Killed me!” the thing hissed. “He killed me! He did! Rip him apart! Tear him! You promised he would die!”

“What is going on here?” the mage asked, glancing at the angel with him. Her white wings were flared wide, her halo shining bright. She held her golden, burning sword low.

“You will put him down or I will make you!” I said, accessing the power my unborn child gave me. “I will not see my love harmed by your mistake!”

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Illina

“What do you think?” I muttered to Barg as we crouched in the brush. I hoped the elves would understand us slipping out of the camp. Extenuating circumstances and all that.

“He’s not trying to kill us,” Barg pointed out.

“So we do nothing?”

“Against a mage and an angel, what can we do?”

“Good point.” I glanced down at the knife held in my hand. Survival. That was what I needed to focus on. “What if we got our hands on the angel.”

Barg gave me a penetrating look. “You want us to take her hostage?”

“Yes. She’s got a chastity belt on. Don’t angels who serve mortals surrender their virginity to them. Men get emotional when the woman they’re fucking is endangered. He’s a young man. He sounds like he’s playing the hero.”

“We can try,” Barg said and then crept forward.

I followed.

We moved through the brush with all the skills we’d learn at sneaking. We avoided crushing dry leaves and, didn’t rub against any branches as we moved through towards where the angel stood. We could spring out and grab her before the mage could act.

Why was I doing this? Sir Thickhead wasn’t worth risking my life. Why did I have this itch to do the right thing. Mother would not be happy with me for breaking her fourth rule: Doing the right thing is one of the fastest ways to get yourself killed. Do the smart thing.

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Stefan Halian

I shook my head and then glared back at the man in the air. “No, no, you killed Deana Halian. Just like you want to murder my father, Pater.”

The man didn’t react to any of these words. He just stared at me. Studying me. I felt like an insect.

“You have it wrong,” the leywife said. “We’re trying to stop the Lawbreaker from killing Pater. We’re going to see him punished for what he did. For killing my friends. My fiance and his wives. He killed Bryce’s wife, too.”

“I will see the Lawbreaker howl in agony for destroying my wife!” the man snarled. Emotion blazed in his face for the first time. “I will savor every moment that I punish him for his violation of sacred law. In Lagu’s name, I swear it.”

“Kill him!” Verdik snarled. The goblin danced before me, jumping, stomping feet. “Kill him! He killed me!”

“Is that Verdik?” demanded the man. “You filthy goblin. I battered you down. I butchered your clan to stop you from despoiling Monica.”

“You betrayed me!” snarled the goblin. “You cut me down! Bastard!”

“I wanted the one who hired you, not the one who killed you!” I spat at Verdik.

“That’s him! Murder! You murdered me!” The shade scampered forward at the man hung suspended in the air.

With a leap, the shade threw himself at my prisoner. The shadowy, spindly form crashed into the man’s chest. He shook from the impact. The goblin thrust hands into his chest. Despite having little substance, Verdik focused it enough to hurt my prisoner.

The man screamed in agony. His head threw back.

“No!” the leywife shouted. She thrust her hands up at the shade. A ball of white light formed on her hands. She held it about to unleash. “No, no, I’ll hit him, too.” She threw a look over her shoulder at me, tears in her eyes. “Call off your spirit! Sir Bryce is a good man. He’s my protector, and he’s dying. Please, this is a misunderstanding.”

I didn’t know what to do. What to think.

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Illina

The mage stood in shock while Sir Bryce screamed in agony. Monica trembled, unable to throw her attack without hurting the paladin. Alloria stood around as useless as always. I clutched the dagger in my hand. The angel had her attention fixed on the screaming man, too.

Just as I went to burst from the brush, the angel turned her head and shook it in warning at us. Her stance shifted, her sword coming up. Barg grabbed my arm and pulled me back before I could leap out of our cover.

“Demigoddess,” muttered Barguest. “We wouldn’t have been able to capture her.”

“And he has magic,” I said, shoulders sagging. The paladin’s screams tore at my clockwork heart. The gears in my mind grated in protest. I was… scared for him. Concerned. This wasn’t like me at all. Had Monica infected me with her positive outlook on everything? “I hate mages. They make everything unfair.”

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Stefan Halian

“You have to save him,” the leywife pleaded. Tears spilled down her heart-shaped face. Her hazel eyes swam with more. The ball of energy hovered between her hands, a weapon she could unleash on me. She moved towards me. “He just wants to avenge his wife. He loved her, and the Lawbreaker took her away. We’re trying to stop the Lawbreaker from killing Pater.”

“I…” I glanced at the goblin. “Verdik told me we were tracking the one who hired him.”

“If Bryce hired the goblins, why did he cut his way through them. Why did he put himself in danger in the Temple? He almost died saving me that day. He was hurt. Battered.” Monica lowered her hands. “He’s kept me safe. Protected me. Loved me. He’s not the enemy of Pater.” Her hands went to her belly. “If you’re truly Pater’s son, then we’re family. I have your sibling growing in my womb. We’re after the same thing. Your mother is just another person who needs avenging. Help us. Call off your shade. We can be allies. You don’t seem like an evil man.”

“Are we wrong?” I asked Ahlona. She stared off to the bushes.

“I don’t know,” she said. “None of the Gods know who the criminal is. Just that he is moving.”

“Sir Bryce is a paladin of Lagu,” the leywife continued. “He’s going to stop the law from being broken further. How can a Paladin of Lagu be the man who murdered your mother? He’s a holy knight.” She fell to her knees before me while the man kept screaming. Verdik cackled in delight, tormenting the knight’s life, trying to rip apart his soul.”

“Ahlona?” I asked again.

“I don’t know, Stefan,” my angel answered, “but he is dying. Verdik’s hatred is overflowing his soul. He detests this man.”

“Killed me!” cackled the goblin. “Murdered me! Yes, yes! Butchered my people!”

“I can’t kill an innocent man,” I muttered.

“Mage!” the man, Sir Bryce roared. “Stop this torment. Kill me! If you know I am guilty for Deana Halian’s murder, that I am the one who broke the law and slain her, then execute me. If you have no doubts that I have violated the law, then act! Be a man and be swift about my execution! Use your magic to cut my head off! Or free me! Do one or the other! Don’t be a coward who can’t make a Gods damn decision!”

I glanced at the crying Monica, all the certainty evaporated from me. This wasn’t how I imagined it would happen. This wasn’t the glorious triumph over the murder. I didn’t feel like I was avenging my mother at all. Nothing about this felt right.

“You’re certain he’s not the criminal?” I demanded of the leywife

“Would I be alive?” she demanded. “He told me the Lawbreaker’s plan. He’s going to the Black Spire. We need the Ambrosia in Cernere’s Vault to stop him.”

“He’s going for the Norns’ scissors!” Ahlona gasped. “Is that enough to kill Pater?”

“It is!” roared the paladin. “That is why it must be denied him!” Face twisted in agony, Sir Bryce faced me. “I serve La to punish the Lawbreaker who ruined my wife! Either judge me guilty of the murder of Deana Halian, end my suffering, and give me a swift death, or call off your damn shade and give me pardon.”

I made my decision. I surged my magic into the shade. I severed the bonds that held it tied to this world. With a howl of impotent fury, the spirit dissolved into shadowed mist. The vapor rose out of the paladin’s chest.

He panted, relief spilling across his features for a moment. Then they hardened into a mask of stone. A hard man who had seen so much torment. Strong. Far, far stronger than me. Cold shivered through me.

I almost murdered an innocent man.

But I didn’t. Instead, I had found allies. The leywife dazzled me with her smile as I lowered the paladin to the ground.

To be continued…

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