by Dante King
I sheathed my dagger. “Grave Oath, I think you’ve done enough work tonight.”
I removed my assassin’s armor and clothes while Friya and Yumo-Rezu continued to kiss with a passionate fire. When I was completely naked, I stepped up to the pair of them and bent down to cup their breasts, one in each hand, so I could alternate between their nipples, teasing each of their stiff, erect protuberances with a swirl of my tongue.
While I licked and sucked on their nipples, I squeezed and slapped their asses, appreciating the difference in the feel of each—Yumo-Rezu’s athletic, almost muscular butt, and Friya’s larger, softer—but still firm and bouncy—behind.
Eager to taste me, they broke off their passionate kiss to plant their lips on my mouth. Both beauties vied for my attention, one licking my neck and nibbling my throat and ears while I took turns kissing the other. My cock was fully erect now, and while they kissed me, sighing and gasping and moaning softly, each wrapped a hand around my shaft, slowly stroking and massaging it.
“I think you can give it a little more attention than that, huh?” I teased between kisses.
They took the hint, giggling with sexy delight, and slid slowly down onto their knees, darting their tongues across my torso as they went down. The sight of them kneeling before me, with their hungry eyes locked on my throbbing cock, made me even harder, so much so that it felt as if my dick was about to explode. Friya took the head of my prick in her mouth, maintaining smoldering eye contact with me while Yumo-Rezu licked my shaft and sucked my jewels.
It was positively divine to have the two beautiful women slavering over my member as if it was the most exquisite dish on earth. I pushed my fingers through their silky hair—Friya’s wavy, white-blond tresses, and Yumo-Rezu’s straight, jet-black locks—and gripped a fistful of each as they worshiped my cock with their mouths. They took turns sucking on it, seeing how much of it they could swallow, filling their mouths and throats with its length and girth until they choked and gagged, each trying to outdo the other.
It was beyond ecstasy, but I wanted more. Specifically, I wanted some of Yumo-Rezu’s goddess powers. As much as I wanted to let them keep going at my cock with their mouths, I gently pulled their faces away from it.
“Let’s switch things up a little,” I said, taking their hands.
I laid down on the cool grass and invited Friya to mount me. She squatted over me, moaning and shivering with delight as she lowered herself onto my huge member, gasping as every inch of it slowly filled her up and stretched her out.
Yumo-Rezu lowered her hot, wet sex onto my eager mouth, facing Friya. When my tongue started working its magic on her, her body stiffened and her spine arched. She let out a long, blissful moan. Then, as Friya started to ride my cock and I consumed Yumo-Rezu, she and Friya locked lips and began kissing.
The two moaned and cried out as Friya’s grinding and bucking grew increasingly feverish. Yumo-Rezu was brought ever closer to orgasm by the persistent, rhythmic action of my tongue. To enhance her pleasure, I reached up and cupped her breasts, massaging them and playing with her nipples. Her juices were dripping into my mouth and filling me with power, with which I was already overflowing after having filled myself to the limit from the Gray Sentinel.
Friya’s riding became frenetic after a few more minutes, and I knew she was seconds away from a huge orgasm. The frantic action of her sex on my cock was so intense that I felt like I was seconds from filling her with my seed, but I managed to hold back. Not until both women had a series of orgasms would I unleash my own.
On my face, Yumo-Rezu had lost all self-control and was whimpering and squealing, grinding herself onto my mouth as frantically as Friya was riding me. She arched her spine and let out a piercing cry. Her orgasm gushed into my mouth, energizing me with a jolt of raw power. Then, she flopped forward into Friya’s arms, panting and heaving and caught in the throes of bliss. With the other woman out of action for the moment, Friya drove herself onto me with all the force her hips could muster. Her head was thrown back as she screamed, her own orgasm hitting her like a rampaging berserker.
I pulled out of her, then we switched positions. Now that I’d fucked Friya hard, it was time to give Yumo-Rezu what she’d been craving all night. I motioned for Friya to lie down on her back, then instructed Yumo-Rezu to climb on top of her, facing her in a 69 position, so they could consume while I pounded the Dragon Goddess’s opening.
They both loved the idea of this, and busied themselves with each other right away. Yumo-Rezu started devouring Friya’s sex with the hunger of a ravenous wolf while Friya licked the Dragon Goddess’s clitoris. I knelt down behind Yumo-Rezu and slowly inserted my throbbing hardness into her from behind, grinning as I watched her entire body stiffen as my cock stretched her tight hole out, inch by inch.
Soon, I’d filled her up, and she raised her head from her feast to gasp and whimper. When I started thrusting, her hands gripped fistfuls of grass so tight that she ripped out chunks of earth. I reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her face back down between Friya’s legs. I began thrusting faster and harder, slapping her tight ass as I drove myself in and out of her.
Under her, Friya shivered and groaned with pleasure from the frenzied action of Yumo-Rezu’s mouth on her sex, but she kept up her lapping and licking of the Dragon Goddess’s clitoris. Both women were crying out and bucking like two wild things as they came ever closer to their second orgasms of the evening. Waves of euphoria coursed through my veins as the delectable tightness of Yumo-Rezu’s hole gripped my cock.
After a few more minutes of this intensity, both women came again. Friya screamed out as Yumo-Rezu’s mouth made her cum hard. My powerful rhythmic thrusting brought on a full-body orgasm for the Dragon Goddess, who dug her fingers into the earth and let out a beast-like howl that made the trees shudder with its intensity.
I had held back for long enough, so I removed my glistening member from Yumo-Rezu.
“Get on your knees, both of you,” I instructed, and they immediately complied, still gasping and shuddering from the throes of their bliss.
I stood up, and both gorgeous women waited obediently on their knees, their expectant mouths open wide and their hungry eyes on my cock. They took my throbbing member in their hands and vigorously stroked me to completion.
Waves of intense pleasure ripped through me as I finally released my load. The power I’d drawn from the Gray Sentinel had given my already godly virility a major boost. Over and over again, I sprayed out my seed. Powerful ropes of it shot over each woman’s face and breasts while globs of my power spurted into their open mouths and down their throats.
Finally, the shooting slowed to a dribbling, and I dropped onto my knees, panting. Yumo-Rezu and Friya sighed in post-orgasmic bliss. Their reprieve was only momentary, though, for they started making out with each other again, licking my seed off each other’s faces and breasts.
The sight of it was an immediate turn-on, and I discovered that the injection of power from the Gray Sentinel had a very welcome effect. I didn’t lose an iota of hardness, even after such a heavy orgasm. I was still rock hard, ready to go, and filled with energy.
“Looks like you lot aren’t the only ones who can have multiple orgasms anymore,” I said to them.
Both women squealed their delight, and we returned with gusto to another lovemaking session. I had a feeling we’d have to travel at top speed the next day, because for the rest of the night, we definitely wouldn’t be going anywhere.
Chapter Seventeen
Yumo-Rezu, Friya, and I were busy for most of the rest of the night. When it got to about an hour before dawn, the two women were utterly exhausted. High on euphoria, but completely drained and unable to keep going. I, on the other hand, felt as if I had boundless energy, and could have continued without stopping until the next night, but we’d already wasted too many hours. We all washed off in the mountain lake, then we climbed back onto Fang and set off.
I made Fang
run at full tilt. Usually, the swaying motion of his running would have induced seasickness in anyone who wasn’t used to riding him—like Friya and Yumo-Rezu—but the two were so exhausted from our night of pleasure that they passed out.
With Fang sprinting along at full speed for an hour or two, we managed to cover a good few miles. Finally, after the sun had completely cleared the eastern mountains and was bathing the land in light, I figured it was time to find shelter and lay low for the rest of the day. We were in a remote region, it was true, but Elandriel had eyes and ears everywhere, and whenever I was out in the open, he knew where I was. My entry into Luminescent Spires needed to be a complete secret, and I needed him to think I’d gone to fight his army at Brakith. As annoying as it was to have to wait and hide during the daylight hours, it had to be done.
Yumo-Rezu and Friya were grateful for the long period of rest, at least. Unlike them, I needed neither rest nor sleep, and it was more frustrating for me than anything else. To pass the time during the day, I cast my spirit into various members of my undead army, just to keep an eye on things and to make sure everything was okay.
First, I checked in with the harpy I’d perched on the mast of my warship. It was my lone harpy which I would use if I needed to fly at all while in Luminescent Spires. Percy and his pirate crew seemed to be handling everything smoothly. They had wisely taken the ship in a wide arc out to sea, many miles from land, so they wouldn’t be spotted by anyone on the coast or by fishing vessels in shallow waters.
Then I examined the kraken and the whale, who were slowly dragging my undead army across the bottom of the ocean. As powerful as these two denizens of the deep were, they couldn’t go any faster, and it would still be a long time before my troops would emerge onto the shores of Prand. I could only hope that they would arrive in time for the final battle with the Blood God and Elandriel. Without my two most powerful undead monsters on the battlefield, I stood about as much chance as a gnat against a bull, even with all my newfound powers.
Finally, I looked over my harpy army, who were flying the rest of my party members to Brakith. Hopefully, they would be arriving before the Church of Light army had beaten down the city’s defenders and breached the walls. I was pleased to see that my airborne army had made excellent time, and it looked as if they would arrive sooner than I had anticipated. I was also happy to see that my party members were in good spirits, and were all ready and psyched up for the coming battle.
I would be there with them, in a way. All it would take was for Anna-Lucielle to stab the actor with the enchanted bone I had created. For now, though, they were on their own, under Rollar’s capable command. As a veteran of a number of sieges, on both sides of the castle walls, I could rely on him to boost the strength and morale of Brakith’s beleaguered defenders. Then, once Anna-Lucielle had readied the actor for the greatest “performance” of his life, I would be there to lead the counterattack against the Church army in spirit and body … almost.
While Yumo-Rezu and Friya were sleeping, I found a pointed stick and began to draw in the dirt. When I had outlined my drawing, I gathered pinecones and rocks. When I was finished, I had constructed a crude model of Brakith and its defenses. I didn’t know where the Church army would be pressing their attacks the hardest, but I had a pretty good idea, so I collected a bunch of different colored pebbles to represent the Church troops and my troops. The pair of women continued to sleep after being awake most of the night, so I spent the day going over various strategies to use against my enemies.
By the time night fell, I’d picked out two or three strategies that I felt would work best, and these I kept in the back of my mind. One thing all the strategies featured was a massive attack from under the ground. The Church Army would never expect it. By the time they noticed the ground rumbling with the approach of my undead wyrm, it would be far too late for them. Hell, with the immense strength of the wyrm, I might be able to turn the tide of the battle with it alone, no matter how many Church troops there were. I’d sent the massive creature racing toward Brakith, coursing through the vast network of subterranean tunnels deep below the soil of Prand.
In the next few days, my harpies would fly over the mountains and get a good view of Brakith. Then, they would see exactly where the enemy troops were, and I would know which strategy to use in addition to the wyrm attack. I only hoped that they would get there in time, and that they wouldn’t arrive to find Brakith sacked, a smoldering ruin full of corpses.
As much as these things weighed on my thoughts, dwelling on them wasn’t going to help. I also had my own mission to worry about, one that required a great deal of cunning and stealth, and it was just as important as defending Brakith. It had been many years since I’d visited Luminescent Spires. I’d been a very different person then, but I still had a pretty clear memory of the layout of the place, and the Holy Palace that stood on the summit of the huge hill … which, I now knew, just so happened to be the Blood Pyramid.
Last time I’d set foot in that palace, I’d been set on becoming a Consecrated Knight. Elandriel had shot that dream down quite spectacularly, with his so-called prophecy. He told me that the next time I would set foot in Luminescent Spires, I would be nothing but a street beggar.
“I guess you were wrong on that one, you wrinkled old goblin scrotum,” I growled under my breath. “Because I’m about to strut into your corrupt shithole of a city as a god.”
“Who are you talking to?” Yumo-Rezu asked, yawning and stretching as she woke up.
“Nobody, never mind,” I said gruffly. Just thinking about Elandriel put me in a bad mood, and I didn’t want to have to talk about him.
“No man has ever done what you did to me—us—last night,” Yumo-Rezu said, flashing me a wicked grin, with naked lust smoldering in her dark eyes. “I can barely walk after that … not that I’m complaining.”
That, at least, lifted my mood.
I smiled at her. “I’d be happy to be of service again, but we did lose a lot of valuable time last night by, well, literally fucking around. We have a lot of distance to make up tonight, and a lot of ground to cover. Fang’s going to have to run at full speed from now until dawn, so I hope you and Friya have strong stomachs, because it’s going to feel like a twelve-hour hurricane at sea.”
“I’m about to prepare some herbs that will help with that.” Friya emerged from the shadows with a bunch of weeds she had just picked from the forest. “Fang can run as fast as he wants, and Yumo-Rezu and I won’t feel even a smidgen of seasickness. You, on the other hand, are used to this giant lizard’s lurching movements, aren’t you?”
“I could sleep like a baby on his back at full speed … if I needed to sleep, that is,” I said. “As for you two, Friya, you’d better get your herbs ready. We need to get moving.”
As soon as Friya and Yumo-Rezu had taken the herbal concoction, we set off. I sent Fang barreling through the woods at full speed. His undead energy, which was boundless, drove us toward Luminescent Spires at a relentless pace.
As the miles passed, the forests began to thin out into plains, and the mountains flattened out into hills. We found a cave in the hills where we hid and rested during the daylight hours, then when darkness fell again, Friya and Yumo-Rezu took their herbs, and once more I had Fang sprinting through the night. We kept clear of any signs of human settlement, and, thankfully, nature was on our side too, for it was a moonless night and the plains were thick with darkness.
The next morning, as the sky grayed with the approach of dawn, we saw it on the horizon: the enormous city on the hill, Luminescent Spires. The plains had given way to farmland now, so we had to be careful about where we took shelter.
We hid out during the day in a ruined farmhouse, on an abandoned farm overgrown with weeds. I kept watch during the day with the Tree God’s crossbow on my wrist cocked and ready to fire. Anyone who approached would be sprouting roots from their feet and boughs from their skull before they could open their mouths to raise any sort of alarm.
Aside from a patrol of Church troops a good mile away, though, I saw no signs of any human activity in the area.
When night fell, we mounted Fang for the last time. I wished I could take him with me into the city, but a gigantic man-eating lizard wasn’t exactly conducive to stealth and anonymity. We made our way across the farmland, and I noticed that almost two-thirds of the farms we came across had been abandoned. They’d been abandoned quite recently too, from the look of it; all signs pointed to ominous happenings in Luminescent Spires. Elandriel and the Blood God needed fuel in the form of human blood, and I suspected that the farms hadn’t been abandoned as such. Their former residents had probably met a grisly fate in the bowels of the city, sacrificed to the Blood God in the Blood Pyramid below Luminescent Spires.
In the early hours of the morning, when we were within sight of the huge city walls that ringed Luminescent Spires, we dismounted from Fang. From this point on, I would have to leave Fang behind, and my faithful mount could only join me again when the time for battle was near. The ocean was a mile away, and this would be the perfect place for my undead lizard to hide out while we completed our mission of stealth and thieving inside the city. Then, when the time was right, he could emerge from the waves with the rest of my undead army … if they were able to make it here before it was too late.
“I’m gonna miss you, boy.” I gave Fang a good scratch on the scales behind his ear holes.
“It’s no dragon,” Yumo-Rezu scoffed. “It’s not even alive. It’s just a rotting corpse kept moving by your magic.”
It was true; Fang wasn’t alive, not technically, but I had realized something about him and my other undead creatures. “No, he’s not technically alive,” I said, “but neither is he a mere lump of decaying matter. The force that pumps that green blood through his veins is the same force that keeps the blood pumping through mine. He—and all of my undead minions—are not mere things. They’re a part of me, an extension of my power and spirit. Insult him, and you insult me.”