by Jack Crosby
“Sir, yes, sir.”
The tall, menacing man walked in, his large sword by his side. “As you are aware, I just brought back a Skylonian fugitive. I believe that there is another one, still free.”
I’d heard the rumor that Victor caught one of the old guard from the dead kingdom, but I didn’t really think much about it. “Sir, what can I do to assist?”
A very wicked smile crossed his face. “I need you to find the boy and do whatever it takes to bring him back. Maim, seduce, you may pick your own tactics.”
I swallowed hard. “Not to dispute an order sir…”
He cut me off. “The boy is believed to be the long-lost prince. He should be about your age and all.” His sinister expression darkened. “I don’t care how you do it, Alyssa. Failure is not an option.”
No one crossed General Victor. I saluted him one more time. “Yes sir. When and where should I depart to?”
****
“Dante, look!”
Kira grabbed my cheeks and forced my face in the direction she wanted. I saw a glowing spot just outside of a makeshift encampment. “Is that where Yamato is?”
“Yes, but look! A save point popped up. Have you used one before?” she asked.
I hadn’t, but I wasn’t an idiot, either. “Do I step on it and upload the data?”
She smiled, sweetly. “You got it, my prince.” The whole my prince thing was a bit overkill if you asked me.
I walked over and stepped into the glowing light. As soon as I did, the save point took over, automatically recording our data:
Save Point 1; Disc 1
Dante (lvl 11)/Kira (lvl 10)
As soon as it got what it needed, I was returned exactly where I had been previously with Kira. “With that taken care of, let’s go meet your master.”
Kira led us into the encampment and soon we were surrounded by more Nagano warriors. “Kira, welcome,” the first warrior greeted her. “Who did you bring with you?”
She wasted no time in blowing him off. “We don’t have time for informal interrogations, Ryle. I need to speak with Yamato, immediately.”
The headstrong female pushed by the group and dragged me with her. We made it to the back of the small area, where an older man with kind eyes and a warm smile was sitting. Kira sat down next to him and beckoned me to do the same. The man lowered his head just a bit, too. Something about him told me he might already know who I was.
Then he confirmed it. “Prince Dante of Skylonia. Never in a million years did I think I’d ever see you.”
“How do you know me?”
He pulled a long pipe from inside his coat. Lighting it, he offered me a puff. I wasn’t sure I trusted him yet. “I was once good friends with your father,” he answered, sensing my unease. “This was a long time ago, mind you. Well before you were born.”
Granted, it wasn’t like I had years of speaking to my dad to fall back on, but I’d never heard of this Yamato before I ran into Kira. “How come he never mentioned me? Or why would Rex, the man who’s been watching over me, never take me to the Nagano Empire?”
Kira looked as if she wanted to jump in this, maybe to defend her master in case she thought I was calling him a liar, but Yamato silenced her with a look. “With Gibraltar’s power increasing, your father and my emperor decided it was best to close our relationship. We didn’t want the paranoid Gibraltarians to assume we were planning a strike against them.”
“Were you?”
“Yes,” he answered truthfully.
As much as I wanted to know more, a sentry brought Yamato some disturbing news. “Master, we have just received word from our spies in the capital. Gibraltar is planning another test summon soon. Our time is limited.”
“I’m afraid, young Dante, that more information will have to wait until we get underway. Do they two of you need some time to rest before we travel?”
“Yes, master,” Kira piped in. “We’ve dealt with a few soldiers, a sea kraken, and witnessed the capture of Dante’s guardian, Rex. We do not need long, but we do need some time,” she explained.
His eyes were wide with her report. “It seems when we speak again, the two of you have much to tell me, as well.”
As Kira got up, I followed her to one of the back tents. It was just the two of us as we entered; two hammocks strung up along the middle. “He may give us an hour, maybe two. We should take advantage of the rest when we can.”
Here, here! I plopped down in the bottom hammock as soon as I was out of my cumbersome gear. “Not that you didn’t know this before, but between yesterday and early today, this is the most amount of action I’ve seen. Sure, I’ve killed some wild animals here and there, but taking on soldiers from Gibraltar, or a sea kraken? Nope, can’t say I’ve done that.”
“You’ve acquitted yourself quite well, Prince Dante.”
“You don’t have to call me Prince Dante. My kingdom is dead, along with any citizens that there once were.”
Kira looked quite sad at that. “While you still breathe, the kingdom remains.” She placed her hand over my chest, close to where my heart it. “Do you believe in destiny?”
That was an odd question for her to ask, but a relevant one given the situation. “I believe that we each have a path to walk and that path reveals itself to us when we are ready.”
“That’s a roundabout way of saying yes, is it not?”
Hmmmm… “If you say so. In turn, why are you asking?”
She moved closer to me, falling into the hammock. “It was fate that brought you to save me. I’m asking because I already believe that our destinies will be intertwined.”
The temperature in the tent went up by about twenty degrees in those few seconds. I wasn’t sure if I would call this destiny, but there was certainly a lot of lust forming. It had been so long…
Oh hell, time to go for it! I unbuckled her armor and it fell to the floor. Beneath everything was one tight, perfectly shaped body. Her breasts filled my hands nicely from under the thin shirt Kira wore under her armor. Her nipples were erect, pushing against my palms. Meanwhile, our lips were caught up in the moment, smacking against each other as aggressions took over.
Intimate contact with a hot woman, oh this was heaven. Thoughts of sticking it to the Gibraltarians floated away as new thoughts of sticking it to Kira entered. The position we were in on the hammock made it very convenient to begin positioning myself in such a way to really get the good times rolling.
Kira’s hand had just made it under my own tunic when someone started to enter the tent, but quickly retreated. We heard the muffled cough and that was like ice water on the moment. Kira looked at me awkwardly and hurried out of my hammock into her own.
Damnit all.
****
The expedition from the Wildlands to Gibraltar had begun. Master Yamato asked Kira and I to go ahead, in a scouting position to make sure no Gibraltar soldiers got the drop on the group. Even though this was officially a meeting to discuss peace, everyone was on edge knowing what the Gibraltarians could do.
It was a good thing he did. We’d encountered six random groups of soldiers ranging from groups of two all the way up to a platoon of five. It was after that battle that we decided to break into our item inventory and use a few healing potions. We’d leveled up again the previous battle, so we weren’t on the brink or anything. It was always better to be safe than sorry.
“Something doesn’t feel right,” Kira noted.
We were getting close to the edge of the Wild Lands, closer than ever to the Gibraltar border. “Worried about once we get to the border checkpoint?”
“No, the woods, they’ve grown quiet.”
I wasn’t a woodsman or anything, so I took her word on this. I shut my trap and opened my ears to see if I could pick up on it, too. That’s when I noticed – no birds chirping or insects buzzing. The woods really were in complete silence.
It was my turn to worry. “I’ve always taken the background noises for granted. Yeah, this goes
under the weird category.”
Kira walked around the opening we were in for a second before a panicked look came to her face. “Prepare yourself!” she shouted.
That’s when I found out why. A huge feral boar charged into the opening and an impromptu boss battle began.
The feral hog got the jump on us: Tusk razor
Oh, I felt the full brunt of that attack. My defense stats were better than Kira’s, which was a blessing. With that in mind, a full forty-five percent of my health bar was taken away. If that was his worst attack, we might be able to handle it; I just hoped he had nothing even deadlier up his nose.
Kira placed Quick step on herself the moment her turn came around and I went on the attack: Quick strike
Something incredibly awesome happened, I was gifted a bonus attack which doubled the Quick strike. Two, back-to-back blows were delivered to the board right in the face. He howled in pain, especially on the second one which went Critical. This also knocked his turn back, behind Kira. She smiled and used: Uppercut
For such a small frame, the blow from her fist to the boar was a mighty one. The Uppercut sent the creature airborne and when he landed, the damage was doubled from the impact on the ground. In a matter of moments, we had the feral boar hurting, his health bar almost gone.
There was intelligence behind those malevolent eyes. The boar knew he was cooked if we got a second turn, so it ramped up the action: Grinding hooves
The monster charged forward and began pummeling both of us with its front hooves. Over and over again, Kira and I took shots to the face, torso, and legs. When the assault was over, I was prepared for either one or both of us to fall victim.
Except we didn’t. The extra level we picked up facing the soldiers saved our skins. It was my turn and I wasn’t letting the boar get any more chances to take us down: Wind blade
I conjured up my new magic sword art and it soon fused with the Kraken’s Wrath. The blade began to glow and a mixture of wind and water engulfed it. When it turned white, like snow, a new skill flashed: Blizzard blade
The attack surged forward and finished the boar off in a frozen fury. The boar then shattered apart and the fight ended. It was a short, action packed fight that garnered each of us a new level, thirteen for me and twelve for her.
“Hey check out the treasure!”
Kira was already over there, scoping out things. “What did we get?”
The boar dropped some excellent stuff! Kira picked up a new set of armor, Wild Lands Gear, and an upgrade for her fists, Tusked Gloves. Both shimmered under her touch, turning the royal blue of the Nagano Empire.
I picked up an accessory, Feral Heart, which improved both my offensive and defensive stats, and we were gifted with two tents. These handy guys would let us rest in the field if we were ever vulnerable. Plus, we were showered in gold. All and all, not a bad day at the office. And that was before I decided to jump the hot samurai girl and finish what we had started back at the encampment.
Kira seemed to have been reading my mind. The straps to her new armor were undone and practically fell off to the ground. The light tunic she wore underneath joined it, leaving her ample breasts right there for me to ogle. Ogling those boobs, I did! Easily D cups, each one looked heavy and glorious in all their splendor.
“Stop looking and start touching…” she purred.
Those were the magic words. I pushed her long blonde hair back away from her shoulders and kissed her. Our tongues began to work together as a team to instigate the most amount of feeling and passion. Her hands went behind my neck, holding me close while mine began to explore her muscular body. I couldn’t get over how tight her stomach was. As my fingers inched up, the firmness of muscle was soon replaced with the softness of womanhood. The full feeling I had in each palm only added to the atmosphere that was forming.
The bulge in my pants couldn’t have agreed more. Kira, noticing that my staff of enjoyment was pressing against her leg, snuck her hand under the waistband of my pants and it didn’t stop moving south until it took hold of the appendage. She began stroking it, from base to tip, in relaxed motions. Each time she reached the head, two of her fingers gently rubbed together around the nerve endings. I nearly came undone on her hand after a few times of feeling that.
We had both worked each other up into a frenzy. I broke hold of our kissing and finished undressing myself and then her. We collapsed to the ground below us, Kira on the bottom with her legs spread open, inviting me to enter. I carefully pushed into the slit, letting her natural lubricants help ease my stiffness deeper. At about halfway in, I pulled back so just the tip sat at the entrance of her wet heat. Staring deep into her eyes, I plunged my erection forward, burying myself deep into her body. She accepted all of my cock, moaning as it finished its journey towards her womb.
That’s when her toned legs wrapped around me, allowing me enough room to move back before I slid back in again. I knew this wouldn’t be the longest love making session, as the previous encounter had given me a good case of the blue ball syndrome. I just wanted to keep feeling this, to let her warmth and wetness hold me prisoner until I gave it what it wanted. To unload all the pent up cum that should’ve been given to her during our hammock fun.
Kira was in the same boat. I felt a little tremble from her and her eyes shot open. “Dante,” she huffed. “Finish with me… in me… please.”
The way those almond eyes looked at me, the way her sweet words wanted us to climax during our first tryst together was just the cure potion this situation called for. The idea of holding on to this any longer was an awful feeling, so I pounded in harder and faster.
“Oh… oh… oh…” she groaned as her orgasm began. “Ohhhhh shiiiitttt…”
“I’m cumming!” I proclaimed. Her legs squeezed around me as my cock was buried in deep. Jet after jet of white-hot love erupted from deep within my balls and found a home in Kira’s womb. God above, this was way overdue. I didn’t know I had so much inside of me!
Kira’s own muscles had taken over, clutching the hard instrument inside, draining it of all of its cum. She closed her eyes, squeezing them shut as the final throes rippled through her, and then she relaxed. I slipped out, dropping to my ass on the cool grass. A bit of my spunk dripped out of her, a sight that was pretty damn hot.
“I’ve think we’ve earned a few moments of rest, don’t you?”
Kira was still breathing hard. “I couldn’t get up if a wanted to. Just use a tent and call it a day,” she suggested.
“Done and done.”
::Used Tent::
Enter a dream?
**Forest Temple**
I’d used the tent just moments ago, but where the hell was I? It sure didn’t look like the Wild Lands; instead it looked like I was inside a decaying, rotten tree. The funky odor of mold and mildew was all around and it was making me a bit nauseous.
“Prince Dante, you made it.”
I didn’t see anyone at first. Whoops, spoke too soon. The red-haired mage from the kraken boss fight stepped out into the dim light, looking as sexy as ever. “Zara was it?” she shook her head yes. “How do you know I’m a prince?”
“I know a great many things, Mister Dante. For now, just know your secret is safe with me.”
I wouldn’t exactly call that reassuring, but it was what it was. “What is this place?”
She lit a small fire spell in her hand, giving both of us a better look around. “This is a relic from a long dead kingdom, not unlike Skylonus it saddens me to say.”
It made sense she knew of my kingdom if she knew I was a prince. “There’s something a lot more to you than a simple mage, isn’t there?”
“Oh you silly boy! You have to give a little foreplay before you get the main course,” she teased. “Tell you what, come with me on this little adventure and I just might sate a little of that curiosity.”
Looking around, I didn’t know that I had much choice. I didn’t even know how I got here. “Will going with you help me get
back to the Wild Lands?” I asked.
“Only one way to find out,” she answered, giving me a wink on top of it.
The two of us got a move on it, heading deeper into the darkness that surrounded us. Her little fireball gave us just enough light to see a few feet in front of us, which came in handy when a giant wooden door appeared. There was a large face chiseled into it, a rather mean looking one if you asked me. It only had one eye and a large beard. I had a rather strange feeling that it was actually alive.
That was confirmed when we approached. The door was actually breathing. “What in the world is this thing?”
Zara nodded at the door. “This is what we call a judgment door. When I wake him up, he’s going to be very upset, so don’t be surprised if we get pulled into a battle with it.”
“Is he dangerous?”
She looked up and down the old door, a smile forming. “This one looks like he’s been asleep way too long. I think we’ll be okay.”
I reached back and gripped my blade. Seeing that I was ready, Zara’s fireball grew larger much faster than I expected. The moment the fire touched the nose of the door, the face’s eye jerked open and a loud roar escaped from his mouth.
::Zara joined party::
She was right, the battle began almost instantaneously. The judgment door, probably from being woken up so abruptly, got the first attack: Howling wind
I braced myself for whatever he was about to do, but when he opened his mouth, only coughing came from it with another message: Attack fail
That was some luck! Zara, who was still quite a few levels above me, breezed in with the next attack: Fira
Old wood was incredibly weak against fire and the streams of fire took a huge chunk from his health gauge. It was almost a bit sad to see someone as powerful a mage as Zara beat up on the old door, yet I was pretty sure he would just as easily kill us, if given the chance. So, when my turn came, I didn’t even hesitate to use: Wind blade