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Story Codes: Fantasy, Magic, Violence

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Sven Falk

Frustration filled me. I swung the scimitar with all the force I could muster. My arms burned with the exertion. I pushed through the ache to slash into his back, leaving another ribbon of blood across his flesh. His muscles were iron. His skin tougher than boiled leather. I couldn’t penetrate his hide. Ava gave me this opportunity, and I was failing.

“Las’s putrid cum!” I hacked again, sweat falling down my face. I had to kill this thing. How many more attacks could I dodge? My legs felt like slagged metal. Fatigue built in me.

Ava released the ogre’s cock. She darted to the side in a blaze of purple radiance, trailing wisps of violet behind her. She landed near Zanyia. The ogre whirled to follow. Ava darted behind me, the ogre facing me, seeing through me.

He didn’t feel threatened by me at all. He rose above me. Most of the ceiling was gone, the ruins of the third floor above. The building lurched and sway. Wood groaned. How much more could this structure take?

“HOUND!” the ogre bellowed.

“Stab him in the heart!” Ava shouted behind me as the ogre tensed, preparing to spring forward in a charge that would trample right over me.

The ogre sprang forward, a lumbering step.

“Lunge!” screamed Ava.

If I didn’t move, the ogre would crush me like a bug. His thick legs would knock me down, his massive feet stamping down hard on my flesh. Bones would break. Flesh rupture. It would break me. Kill me.

But Ava…

I trusted my princess. She had a plan. She had Aingeal’s fairy magic aiding her. I put my faith into my women and sprang forward. A stop thrust. I pushed off with my left foot, my right snapping forward before me. At the same moment, my right arm thrust out before me, the sword a spear, the curved pointing part aimed high at his chest. I put my entire weight into the thrust as the ogre barreled at me.

A brilliant flare of indigo rippled about my blade. The naga’s weapon hummed in my hand, resonating with a force. My skin prickled as unseen forces moved around me and then flared into a violet wall around me.

The point of my sword rammed into the ogre’s chest. A jolting shock ran up my hand as the tip bit into his flesh. His momentum hurled him forward. I felt my blade bite into his iron bones. The sword flexed.

The indigo light exploded.

Instead of my sword snapping, it sheared through his rib cage. His bulk slammed into the shield. The energy surged around me, washing hot about my flesh as his form crashed over me. He engulfed me like a tidal wave slamming into the shore, driven a storm’s violent winds.

But Aingeal protected me.

Gor slid over me, the shielding bowing towards me but not surrendering. The bulk toppled to my right, crashing on his side. The scimitar wrenched from my hand. I stumbled, my legs almost buckling. I caught my balance.

The purple light vanished.

Steam boiled from the ogre’s wound. The scimitar’s blade glowed, the weight of the handle bending the heat-softened metal. Flesh sizzled around the molten blade. The ogre gurgled, blood fountaining black from its gaping mouth, spilling over fist-sized teeth.

He gave a final grunt and went still.

“Pater’s cock,” I gasped, exhaustion crashing into me. My body ached, remembering Zizthithana’s coiled embrace. My limbs all felt leaden. I staggered to my knees, leaning on my left hand to steady myself.

“Master!”

Zanyia collided against me. Her exuberance knocked me backward. She gripped me, her tawny ears twitching, her sweat-smeared face beaming in delight. A purr rumbled from her throat. Above, her tail swished back and forth.

I hugged her tight, not caring about the stickiness of her back. I didn’t care about anything but holding her, knowing she lived. Ava padded over to me, her acorn eyes looking concerned. She lay down beside me, purple dripping off her wicker body.

“Aingeal is hurt. She’s unconscious somewhere. We have to find her.”

Fear galvanized my body and drove back exhaustion. “Where’s Kora?”

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Zanyia

“She’s over here!” I shouted as I perched on a wall two blocks down from the ruined boarding house. I perched on a wall screening off the yard of a residence. Aingeal’s body lay battered in a garden, her face covered in blood, her butterfly wings looking bent and ragged. “I think she flew into a wall. Hurry, Mistress!”

“I’m coming!” Kora shouted over the gathering cacophony of the crowd.

Sven, dressed in hasty clothes, pushed through the crowd, dragging Kora with him. She had her pink robes on. We had to cut her and Ealaín free of a spider web. She still had strands stuck to her beneath her clothing.

“Here,” Sven growled, reaching the wall. He cupped his hands.

Kora stepped into them. He lifted her up and she grabbed the top of the wall. She grunted and scrabbled over them. She let out a squeaking shriek as she moved with too much enthusiasm and fell over onto the garden side, landing in a thud on the ground.

I leaped down after her, landing with nimble grace as she coughed. I leaned over her, staring into her eyes. “You okay, Mistress?”

“Fine,” she groaned.

Sven landed beside her in a graceful crouch. He helped Kora stand then she rushed over to Aingeal. She fell to her knees before her. I knelt by my Master, rubbing my cheek into his leather pants, breathing in the scent of him.

He killed Zizthithana. I saw her headless corpse. She could never hurt me again. She could never send her minions out to hunt me. My Master stood up to her and he triumphed. My tail swished behind me. My purr rose in my throat. My entire body shook in delight. This was so amazing.

My tail swished back and forth.

Sven rested his hand on my head right between my ears. I shivered as he scratched me while watching Kora heal Aingeal. My ears twitched. I purred even louder, my vocal chords humming as the delight surged through me.

“You’re in a good mood,” Master said, his words distant.

“No one’s after the amulet now!” I said. “We killed Zizthithana and all her servants. We’re free of her and her meddling.”

“We still have to destroy it.”

I cocked my head, catching something in his scent. Something… tense and… Fear? I peered up at him. “Master, there’s nothing standing between us and destroying it. Not unless Prince Meinard discovers we’re here with his daughter. We’ll find out what we need to destroy the amulet from the Priests of Krab in the morning. We’ll be off to the Altar of Souls in no time at all.”

He let out a regretful sigh.

“Master? D-don’t you want that?”

He stared at his sister as she helped Aingeal sit up. The pair embraced, lips meeting in a loving kiss. Master’s hand tightened in my hair. “Of course I want that. We have to destroy it.”

“But…”

“No questions, slave,” he growled, his entire body tense.

“Y-yes, Master.” I shrunk, shoulders hunching, my purr dying. What did I do wrong? I thought Sven liked it when I asked questions. He let me have so much independence, but… I was still his slave. I had to remember that. I lowered my head and stared at my knees.

Then Kora and Aingeal were hugging him. He scooped them close. Ava cried out from the right. A gate opened. I looked up to see the princess, Greta, and Nathalie rushing in, Ealaín striding behind them wearing a dressing gown.

“Aingeal!” Ava shouted, throwing herself into the hug.

“You’re alive!” Nathalie squealed.

In moments, Greta and Nathalie were in the hug, too. Master’s hand tightened in my hair. Then he pulled, lifting me up. I rose, his scent smelling… happy again. He glanced at me and smiled. I smiled back, still confused, but he was surrounded by his women.

And I was one of them.

I hugged him, my body pressed against Aingeal and Greta. I felt just a touch of Sven as we all crowded over him. Ealaín padded towards us. She paused, her citrine eyes almost glowing with a silvery hue, moonlight painting across her white hair giving it a metallic sheen.

Then she joined us. She hugged us. I smiled, glad she was a part of the harem. I breathed in deeply, inhaling the unique scent that made up every person I loved. My purr rose in my throat, my tail swishing back and forth.

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Ealaín

The shock made me tremble as I melted into the embrace, pressing into Nathalie’s back. She shifted enough, letting me move in between her and Ava. Sven shifted his arm, letting me join it, too. He nodded to me. I never thought I would do this, but…

After the fight… after this night… We had all risked together. We had all battled Zizthithana’s minions before, but tonight was different. Maybe it was the fear of loss, of losing Kora, but maybe it was because Sven touched me tonight. He gave me pleasure, gave me love like he did to the rest of his women before we fought together.

I caught his gaze and… in the depths of his blue eyes, I witnessed pain. Fear. Loss. He looked away and met his sister’s gaze. She beamed at him, quivering in delight. She drew such inspiration from those she loved. From me, from Ava and Aingeal, from Nathalie and Greta and Zanyia, and from her brother.

Did I give my mother the right advice?

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Sven Falk

I stared at Kora, drinking in the loveliness of her. I held all my women in my arms, feeling the warmth of their bodies. Zanyia purred, the rest talking, laughing, giggling, reveling in the euphoria of surviving tonight. Kora’s blue eyes laughed. My sister had such joy in them.

I drank in her face. I would have to carry memories of her for the rest of my life. They would have to be enough. Because I have my other women to protect. As much as I wanted to tell Rithi that I wouldn’t give up my sister, I couldn’t allow my other loves to die.

I had to settle. My heart beat through the pain. So I had to take every moment I could to drink in memories with Kora because… Tomorrow, we would visit the Temple of Krab. We might be traveling to the Altar of the Souls soon.

Maybe in a week or two, I’d have to give her up forever. She could return to Az, to the temple, and enrich the world with her talent. Her paintings would inspire. They would do more good than following a restless rogue like me around. Than losing her life in pointless fight with a naga and her ogre.

“I love you, sister dear,” I said. “I love you all.”

“Brother mine,” Kora sighed. She leaned in and kissed me.

I closed my eyes, capturing the feel of her lips, the taste of her, the excitement surging through me. I recorded it all. I seared this instant into my brain, branding it across my thoughts. I would never forget her.

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Prince Meinard – Echur, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

I stared down at the map with the border of the Princedom of Anaopeth. Prince Reinhold armies had entered my border. Without my proxy soldiers, I didn’t have the strength to hold so much territory. My forces were retreating towards Qina. My enemies smelled the blood in the water.

I was so close. I could feel the High King’s crown upon my temple. I had the strength to restore Peter’s realm and bring order back to the world. Put an end to all the fighting, unite the Strifelands and the rest of the Human Realms.

A knock rapped the door.

My hands squeezed tight behind my back. My head throbbed. I pushed down the impulse to snarl in frustration. To tell the messenger to throw themselves off the battlement. I didn’t need any more unpleasant news.

A ruler didn’t react with emotion. A ruler buried his heart in ice and made decisions rationally.

Only with his queen, could a ruler lay down that burden and my queen… my daughter… Betrayal squeezed about my heart. How could she escape. The spell… She was supposed to love me. I saw it in her blue eyes.

Ava was out of my reach. She would be with my rivals in Thlin. She sought refuge, perhaps thinking to make herself King Hoagathen’s queen. Was she in contact with him this entire time? Was she plotting to overthrow my rule and deliver my lands to my southern enemies?

The rap came again, softer. I could feel the fear bleeding through the door. A ruler should yearn to be loved and admired by those he ruled, including by his queen. But fear… If you couldn’t have love, then you settled for fear. For dominance.

“Enter,” I said, my voice calm.

The study door opened. A page stood there, the boy’s face pale, his blond hair spilling in a disorderly mop about his face, his crimson doublet rumpled, hastily donned. I bit back a reprimand, his father a powerful earl whose men-at-arms I would need to hold back the tide.

“My Prince, a messenger has arrived w-with word about your daughter.”

“That she reached Thlin? Is this King Hoagathen trying to leverage my abdication?”

The page shook his head. “T-the messenger isn’t human. She…” The page swallowed, his face blanching. “She says Ava is still in your lands. She wishes to… to speak to you about an alliance.”

I let out a snort. I almost dismissed the boy, but… not human. What did that mean? Was this a messenger from Zizthithana? She hadn’t answered any of the missives I sent her since the Lodestone’s destruction.

“I’ll see this… messenger in my audience hall,” I growled. “Fetch Shevoin.”

“Y-yes, my Prince.” The page darted away.

I smoothed my gray doublet, feeling the velvet beneath my hands, the pattern bringing comfort. An alliance… Could I say no to any allies at this point? Especially an Ally that could return my queen to me. If my daughter wouldn’t love me, she could fear me. So long as she delivered me a son, a union of our imbuing bloodlines.

My boots thudded through the slumbering halls of my castle. I marched back straight, projecting confidence. Fatigue melted away from me as a curious exhilaration tingled through me. An eagerness to discover Ava’s whereabouts. Her delicious, nubile body filled my mind, the memory of her incestuous activities animating my extremities. Fingers twitched and my cock swelled.

Such a sweet delight to enjoy.

I reached my audience chamber. I hated the theatrics of it, the throne carved of garnet and set with the griffon of my house, wings spread side over my head, the beak opened in a snarl of power and authority. But the trappings were important. Perception important.

If people believed you ruled them, it became their reality.

A page rushed out with the gold circlet of Kivoneth on a crimson pillow. He knelt before me, thrusting it up. I took it and settled the band on my forehead. It pinched my temples. I hated wearing it. A throb pulsed through my skull, the start of the headache.

Shevoin swept in wearing his black robes, his face pale. I nodded to the master mage. He took his place at my side, a shiver racing through him. Since Ava’s disappearance and the misfortune befalling the war to the east, he looked so wan. Sickly bags drooped beneath his eyes.

“P-princess Ava has been found?” he asked, voice taut.

“Maybe,” I answered and signaled with my hand.

At the far end of the audience hall, before the double doors, a pair of soldiers stood, the only others in the room. They opened the door onto the singular most unpleasant thing I had ever seen. Superficially, the creature resembled a human, but a strange amalgamation, a monstrosity stitched together from the parts of both male and female. Its flesh bled from one unwieldly part to another, standing tall, muscles strong, tits swinging before it. The thing marched forward with a confidence. It shouldn’t move with such grace, it should stumble and limp, its body warring against its mismatched parts instead of moving with such harmony.

“What is this… creature, Shevoin?” I said beneath my breath.

“I… I know not, Your Highness.”

“I am the Paragon of Vebrin,” the thing answered. Despite our low words, it had heard us across the audience room.

“Vebrin…?”

“Your Highness, no,” gasped the master mage. His bony hand clenched my shoulder as he staggered. “It’s one of the Biomancer’s creations.”

My eyes widened. Biomancer Vebrin, dead for centuries, had inflicted the world with his monstrous progeny. My eyes flicked to this thing, realizing it was created out of a dozen different humans, male and female, its face a mix of mannish strength and feminine wiles, lips sensual, brow brooding, cheeks delicate, chin chiseled. A cock swung between its thighs but it lacked balls. Did it have…

I swallowed, a strange lust kindling in my groin.

“I am the Biomancer’s goal,” the creature said. “His Paragon.”

I shook my head. Focus. “I do not care about that.”

“You should, Your Highness,” Shevoin hissed. “Give me the word, and I shall incinerate—”

I raised my hand and he bit back his words. I stared at the Paragon. “You claim you know where my daughter is.”

“That is one of the things I bring, Your Highness.”

“What else do you have?”

The shadows in the room undulated. Something spindly and deformed spilled out, its skin waxy and inky, a jaw full of sharp teeth. From between stones oozed something vicious, forming into the shape of a human, its flesh rippling. I recoiled as through a window slithered something serpentine and oily.

“The Biomancer’s creations serve me,” she said. “I will give you what I promised Zizthithana. She failed to deliver. I hope you won’t.”

“What?” I blinked as a chill wind gusted through the throne, something swirling and resolving out of particles of sand that had blown in through the window, forming into a four-legged beast.

“I will give you access to creatures that shall terrify your enemies. That shall rout their armies. I just need the amulet.”

“Amulet?” I frowned.

“I don’t care about anything else,” the Paragon said, her eyes burning with something inhuman, a passion that felt older than the bricks of my castle. “You can deal with those who possess it however you want. Gain me the amulet, and you shall attain the High King’s crown, Your Highness.”

“What amulet?” I demanded again.

“That one that’s with your daughter,” the Paragon said. “One of her lovers has it.”

“Lovers?” I growled, my stomach clenching.

“The sister of Sven Falk has the amulet. Your daughter fled to her betrothed.” The Paragon loomed before me. “She’s in Az. Rip the amulet from Kora Falk’s throat, do with your daughter’s lovers however you wish, and deliver my price to me. Then you shall have all you need.” She looked around at the creatures in the room. “As a token, you may have these. They will serve you as if you were the Biomancer.”

Sven Falk… Heat boiled through me. My daughter fled back to him! “We have a deal, Paragon.”

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