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by Sarah Hawke

  Valuri slowly shook her head. “Who are you, and what the hell did you do with Jorem Farr?”

  “Look, we don’t have a lot of options,” I said. “I say we stick for another day, maybe two. If Zalheer’s in better shape and the barbarians haven’t attacked yet, we turn tail and head straight to Highwind.”

  “And if the Roskarim attack and kill us all?”

  “Well, then you’ll have yet another thing to hold against me when we meet in hell.”

  She was still shaking her head, too flabbergasted to even speak, when Kaseya abruptly rushed forward and kissed me. Her lips were so warm and her skin was so soft it was easy to forget we had been fighting for our lives just a few hours ago.

  “If we’re going to stay and fight, then you need to be properly drained before battle,” the amazon said into my ear. “Otherwise you can’t be expected to concentrate on your magic.”

  “That’s a really good point,” I breathed, kissing her again.

  Valuri groaned and rolled her eyes. “Oh, for the love of…”

  She didn’t finish, but even if she had I wasn’t listening. Kaseya dragged me away from the room we’d set up as infirmary towards the one we claimed for ourselves, and she kicked open the door without even bothering to glance behind her. Back in Vorsalos, I had known an old warrior who’d once told me to fuck every woman I could find after a big battle, lest I forget what I was fighting for in the first place. He had also told me to fuck them before a big battle, just in case I didn’t survive long enough to do so afterwards. I had always considered it good advice…and tonight, it applied double.

  Kaseya’s armor was on the floor long before we reached the bed, and my cock was stuffed deep into her sopping cunt barely a second after her head hit the pillow. Thanks to her collar, she didn’t ruin the moment by trying anything fancy—she knew that all I really wanted this instant was to pound her into the bed and fill her quim with the day’s pent-up seed.

  And that’s exactly what I did. I pumped my load as deep into her as I could, clutching at her throat with one hand and holding one of her calves up on my shoulder with the other. She climaxed right along with me thanks to our bond, and as always I enjoyed her soft, out-of-character moans and whimpers.

  Or I did, right up until Valuri’s boot smacked me in the side of the head.

  “Ow!” I yelped, turning and glaring at her in the doorway. “What the hell?”

  “If you’re going to drag me into more of this hero nonsense, the least you could do is save me a few drops,” she grumbled, untying the straps of her corset.

  “There’s plenty more where that came from, believe me,” I said, rolling into my side and catching my breath. “You should know that by now.”

  “I was talking to Red,” Valuri replied tartly. She tossed her corset across the room and dove onto the bed. Kaseya hadn’t even come down yet before Val’s tongue slithered into her quim. When my seed started trickling from the amazon’s slick folds, the Huntress was right there to lap it up.

  I will never, ever, get tired of this.

  Grinning, I shuffled around behind Valuri and pulled off her other boot. Her trousers took a bit more work thanks to her belt and crossbow holsters, and I once against lamented her distaste for skirts. Still, the sight of her sleek legs and ass was worth the trouble, and my smile widened when I ran my fingers along her delicate slit. She was so wet my hand was soaked after a single pass.

  I leaned forward and replaced my fingertips with my tongue. Of all the lessons she had taught me over the years, proper cunt-licking technique was almost certainly the most valuable. I flicked my tongue across her clit, slowly at first but more intensely with each thrusting of her hips. I slipped one finger inside her followed by another, and between my efforts and her natural feeding euphoria, her entire body locked up as if my tongue were electrocuting her.

  “Fuck!” she screamed so loudly I couldn’t help but wince. I smacked her ass hard enough to leave a mark, but I doubted she could even feel it. Her mind had effectively left her body for the foreseeable future.

  After another few lashes from my tongue, I leaned back far enough to appreciate the glowing tattoos beneath her skin. I wasn’t sure I’d ever understand why I found them so arousing, but my cock was already hard and ready to conjure up desert. I eased the tip into her dripping quim, and I thrust a half a dozen times to get the shaft slick and ready before I pulled out and adjusted my aim.

  “Do it,” Kaseya said, grabbing the other woman’s arms to hold her in place. “Take her ass, Jorem!”

  Gripping Valuri’s slender waist with one hand and my cock in the other, I gently pushed the tip into her nether entrance. Her bowels cradled my shaft as tightly as an elven cunt, and if not for the slickness of her juices I doubted I could have pushed more than an inch or two inside. Val’s feeding trance was so intense she didn’t even seem to notice at first, but once I was halfway in her mind finally returned to her body.

  “What the hell?” she gasped. “I never said—”

  Kaseya grabbed the back of Valuri’s head and pulled it back to her quim, then promptly locked her thighs to hold the other woman in place. The amazon nodded at me to proceed, her blue eyes glimmering devilishly.

  Gods, I love her.

  I slammed the rest of my cock inside with a single thrust, delighting at Valuri’s muffled cry of shock. Once I had a firm grip on her waist with both hands, I began thrusting in earnest. She cursed and bucked against me, but Kaseya happily held the Huntress in place even as I slapped her ass cheeks hard enough to leave a mark.

  Val loved every second of it, of course. Hers was the first ass I had ever fucked, and I distinctly remembered her climaxing three times before I finally spilled deep in her bowels. We repeated our efforts every single night that week at her request; she had enjoyed it so much I had genuinely started to wonder if she would ever let me fuck her cunt again.

  “Harder, Jorem!” Kaseya shouted. “Fuck her harder!”

  I began hammering away in earnest, and Val’s increasingly desperate groans only spurred me on. With any other woman I would have been genuinely concerned about hurting her, but not with a Senosi—the magic in my seed would cauterize her wounds the instant I spilled. Superhuman durability had its benefits.

  “Take it!” I yelled, grabbing a handful of her black hair. “Take it all!”

  My cock fired mid-thrust, and I could tell from the body-shuddering power of each spurt that I unloaded at least as much into Valuri as I had with Kaseya, possibly even more. My theory was confirmed a second later when I slumped back on the floor and watched a white, viscous stream trickle down her thighs.

  “Fuck…” I breathed, wiping a sheen of sweat from my brow.

  Valuri remained frozen in place for a moment, her body wracked with convulsions, before Kaseya pulled her up far enough that they could kiss. I leaned back on my elbows and appreciated the view of their bodies mingling together while my seed hemorrhaged down their legs.

  Sure, staying here in Icewatch might have been a mistake, and sure, there was a good chance that one or all of us were going to end up dead tomorrow. But right this moment, there was nowhere in the multiverse I would rather be.

  3

  I awoke in a pile of sticky bodies and smacking lips, which was more or less the norm these days whenever we were fortunate enough to sleep under a roof. The girls took turns swallowing my cock right up until Valuri vigorously stroked me to climax all over Kaseya’s waiting tongue. They shared a wet, seed-swapping kiss before we drew a bath and cleaned ourselves up.

  Zalheer was conscious and stable this morning, though even after another healing session I was still worried about him braving the open road. At this point, we were just going to have to wait and see what happened with the Roskarim.

  “I half expected their catapults to start firing before sunrise,” Valuri commented once we were out in the courtyard. The battlements were all covered in a thin, wet layer of snow.

  “It’s nice of th
em to wait for help to arrive,” I said. “Who ever said barbarian hordes couldn’t be considerate?”

  Sir Derec, the Icewatch officers, and about half the castle’s soldiers were currently gathered by the southern gate. Highlord Kastrius and his army were expected at any time, and the entire fortress seemed to hold its collective breath when the sentries finally blew their horns and cranked open the gate. Everyone here, from the lowliest servant to the proudest paladin, knew that their fate depended upon the reinforcements on the other side.

  Thankfully, the Highlord didn’t disappoint. His Silver Fist knights remained in perfect formation as they marched inside, their blue banners fluttering in the wind and their silver armor glistening in the sunlight. Even the barding on their horses looked like it had been freshly polished. Behind them, clad in far less visually stunning grey-green cloaks, was a squad of Duskwatch Rangers.

  “A couple of days ago, a force this size would have looked pretty intimidating,” Val commented, her arms crossed like usual. “But after you’ve seen an army of ten thousand barbarians, a few hundred knights don’t seem nearly as impressive.”

  I nodded solemnly. Soldier for soldier, the paladins and rangers were obviously far superior to the average Roskarim warrior; even without the Aether, they could probably overcome two to one odds. But superior training and equipment still had its limits.

  “Sir Derec said that the Silver Fist was sending a thousand men,” Kaseya commented. “I count less than five hundred.”

  I bit down on my lip. She was right—this army was less than half the size Icewatch was expecting. “That’s…not good.”

  “Twenty coins says the Senosi attacked a higher-up back in the city and the Council panicked,” Valuri said gravely.

  “I’m definitely not taking that bet,” I whispered. “At least Highlord Kastrius is still with them. That has to count for something.”

  The leader of the Silver Fist was surrounded by a wall of men and horses, though the armor on his steed was so bright and ostentatious I could have spotted him from miles away. I didn’t know much about him personally aside from the fact he was one of the great heroes of the Winter War. He had allegedly defeated the last Roskarim warlord in a duel, though I remained skeptical. Growing up in Vorsalos had poisoned my ability to take the alleged exploits of powerful people seriously.

  “I’ll be damned,” Valuri said. “General Serrane came along, too.”

  I followed her gaze to a trio of rangers on the far right side of the formation. At a glance they didn’t look any different than the rest, but then one of them pulled back her hood and revealed a thick, wild shock of blonde hair and a delicate, pointed pair of ears. Her blue eyes were so bright I could see them glimmering from here.

  “She is the leader of the Duskwatch?” Kaseya asked. “Why isn’t she wearing insignia or a baldric like the Highlord?”

  “Because she’s not an idiot,” Valuri said. “Why make yourself a target for no reason?”

  I smiled thinly. I knew even less about Ranger-General Serrane Starwind than I did about the Highlord. She had taken over the position a few years ago, and she seemed like the “black sheep” of the Council—not just because she was an elf in a city of humans, but because she was apparently a lot more hawkish than her compatriots. It probably shouldn’t have been so surprising to see her on the front lines.

  “Derec wanted to introduce us,” I said. “I suppose now is as good a time as any.”

  Valuri turned and smirked at me. “Will you be able to keep your cock in your trousers?”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Oh, I don’t know, maybe that she’s a beautiful blonde elf and you are…you .”

  “I can contain myself for one conversation,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Probably.”

  It wasn’t until we maneuvered our way down into the courtyard that I realized how badly I had been mistaken. Regrettably (but not that regrettably), the Ranger-General was far more attractive than I had realized. Her high cheekbones and sharp features were truly stunning up close, and her tightly-fit leather armor snuggled her sinewy elven body like a glove. Her breastplate was cropped a half inch above her belly, leaving just enough of her taut stomach exposed to make my cock stir uncomfortably.

  Once again, Val knows you better than you know yourself.

  “General Serrane,” I said when we drew close. “It’s an honor to meet you.”

  She turned to face us, one of her blonde eyebrows arching. “And you are…?”

  My lips parted but nothing came out. I suddenly realized that I had nothing to say, and a warm rush of embarrassment flooded into my cheeks.

  “Mercenaries hired by Sir Derec,” Valuri said. “He thought you might have a use for us on the wall.”

  “Ah,” Serrane said, sizing us up in a single glance. Her eyes settled on Kaseya. “You must be the amazon I’ve heard rumors about.”

  “Very likely,” the other woman confirmed. “I pledge my blade and bow in Icewatch’s defense.”

  The elf arched one of her thin eyebrows. “Good. I’ve heard stories about the skill of your people. I look forward to seeing them in action.” She turned back to Valuri. “Those crossbows won’t have enough range to hit anything that isn’t already up on the wall.”

  “I’ll manage just fine,” Valuri said coolly. “This idiot is the one you have to worry about.”

  I almost melted beneath Serrane’s gaze. She looked the same age as Kaseya in human terms, but her eyes had the wizened, judgmental glint of someone who had probably seen more battles than everyone in this castle put together.

  “You’re a sorcerer,” she said.

  “I am,” I croaked, wondering how in the bloody hell I could be intimidated and aroused at the same time.

  “The Highlord won’t approve, but that’s his problem,” Serrane said. “We’re going to need magic to survive this. Just make sure you don’t lose control. If a single one of my people ends up scorched because you can’t aim…”

  “I understand,” I told her. “You don’t have anything to worry about.”

  “Good.”

  She eyed me for another moment before I spotted Sir Derec rushing over to us. “Ah, there you are,” he called out. “General Serrane…it’s an honor to finally meet you. Thank Escar the Council decided to send you, especially since this is only half the number of men we were expecting.”

  “The Council didn’t send me,” Serrane corrected. “I’m here against their express wishes. I knew they would underestimate this threat…and honestly, I’d rather fight a thousand barbarians than a listen to Archmage Beloran and Constable Mannick bicker for the thousandth time.”

  “A woman after my own heart,” Highlord Kastrius said from behind us. He was at least half a head taller than me with steely gray hair and a meticulously trimmed beard. The sword slung crossways over his back was probably larger than Valuri.

  “My lord, these are the mercenaries I was telling you about,” Derec said.

  “I have eyes, son,” Kastrius replied dryly. “Just because I despise politics doesn’t mean I ignore them. I’ve heard plenty of rumors about Mister Farr and his…unique companions. Amazon warriors and Senosi turncoats aren’t common sights on the streets of Highwind.”

  I forced a smile, unsure of how I was supposed to take any of that. He didn’t look upset, but I wondered if Archmage Beloran had mentioned our earlier business arrangement. Probably not, actually—Telanya hadn’t wanted anyone else to know about her secret vatari crystal stash, even an ostensible ally like Kastrius.

  “They can hold a bow and they’re willing to fight,” Serrane said. “Right now that’s all that matters.”

  The Highlord’s lip twitched. “I may as well be blunt, Mister Farr. My men aren’t fond of outsiders, and neither am I. If the situation here were less desperate, the Silver Fist would never place our trust in a rogue sorcerer, let alone an assassin trained by one of our enemies.” He grunted. “But the situation is desperate, and Ice
watch needs all the help it can get.”

  “We will defend this fortress with our lives if need be,” Kaseya said. “The farmers in the plains must be protected. You have my word.”

  Everyone turned and looked at the amazon like she was from another plane of existence. But one glance at her face was all it took to confirm she meant what she said, no matter how melodramatic it sounded. In many ways, Kaseya was probably a better paladin than most of the knights here. She was as honorable and true to her word as anyone I’d ever met, even when it was annoyingly inconvenient…

  “I’m glad to hear it,” Kastrius said with a crisp nod. “The Council has ignored the Roskarim threat for far too long, and it’s our job to prevent the people of the Reaches from paying the price. I’ll make certain you have a place along the wall with the Duskwatch. They’ll need every bow they have, and magical support will be welcome.”

  “If I may be so bold, my lord,” I asked, “did the Council explain why they didn’t send more knights?”

  Serrane snorted contemptuously. “There’s nothing to explain. The Mage’s Guild, the Duskwatch, the Silver Fist—we are pledged to defend the Northern Reaches, not just Highwind. But Constable Mannick and Councilor Vaneros don’t seem to understand that.”

  I nodded in understanding. I had never met either of the other men, but it wasn’t difficult to understand their sympathies. As constable, Mannick was in charge of the Highwind Guard—his concerns were inherently more local than either of the others. Vaneros was the “people’s voice” on the Council, which was a fancy way of saying that he probably didn’t give a damn about Icewatch or the north, either.”

  “They’re afraid,” Kastrius went on, his dark eyes settling on Valuri. “About a week ago, Senosi assassins murdered three Guild wizards in their homes. A few days later, they did the same with two of my knights. We have no idea how many Huntresses are in Highwind, but it almost doesn’t matter. The nobles are terrified, and the councilors who represent them are more than willing to transform that terror into action. They want Highwind secured, and they don’t care about barbarians or a fortress filled with criminals.”