Remnant II

by Randi Darren

  “Ah, yes. Now… enter slowly and claim me,” Lucia said, her hands resting on his hips.

  Steve started to move forward, going slow, just as she’d stated.

  “Mm, that’s wonderful, husband,” Lucia said, shifting around beneath him. He felt her ankles lightly rest on his hips. With the way she angled herself, her legs didn’t get in his way either.

  Bottoming out inside her, Steve looked to her face for direction.

  Lucia smiled at him, then leaned her head up and kissed him with some heat for several seconds. Laying her head back down, she caressed his face with one hand.

  “Okay, have me, husband. Slowly, deeply, firmly. No force though,” she said.

  Pulling his hips back, Steve began to work himself in and out of the small Fae princess.

  Lucia closed her eyes and lay there as she worked her hips with his movements. Her hands caressed him, as her ankles and feet offered him the way to get the deepest into her.

  She was so active a partner that Steve almost didn’t want to let it stop. He just wanted to ride her for the enjoyment of it.

  It was an amazing experience.

  After a minute or two, she opened her eyes.

  Lucia’s gaze lifted up to his own with a smile on her lips. She watched him even as she rolled her body and squeezed at him with her channel in time with his thrusts.

  “Am I good?” she asked in a purring question.

  “Amazing,” Steve got out, wanting to keep going.

  “Am I great?” Lucia asked, her voice getting a bit deeper.

  “Best I’ve ever had,” Steve said, and he meant it. Lucia was working him in a way he couldn’t describe.

  Lucia’s eyes fluttered closed several times as he felt her depths flex and squeeze at him. He was pretty sure she’d hit her climax. He wasn’t sure if it was from his comments or what he was doing, but he was glad he’d gotten her off.

  Letting out a slow, shuddering breath as Steve continued to have her, Lucia opened her eyes wide now.

  “Husband, that was wonderful,” she said as he pushed into her again. “You may seed me now. Do give me a prince, alright? There are enough princesses in the royal family.”

  Warning: Lucia has issued a royal command as your wife to impregnate her.

  If accepted, she will become pregnant.

  Steve said nothing and instead focused on enjoying the Fae.

  “Yes, that feels perfect,” Lucia moaned, her fingers curling around the back of his neck. “Do it now, Steve. Now. Give me your seed.”

  Impregnate Lucia Bril?

  No!

  Steve hit his climax at that moment and pushed down into Lucia. He filled her up with each thrust. Pushing down on her hips, he risked it and thrust a bit harder into the small Fae.

  Lucia moaned softly with each impact, apparently not taking offense to the increase in force.

  After several more hard thrusts, Steve was empty and spent, pushing himself up into her one last time.

  Royal command accepted.

  Declination of impregnation overridden.

  Royal conception achieved.

  “That was heavenly,” Lucia said, her left hand sliding through his hair while her right pet his shoulders. “And you even got me pregnant after all. We Fae women can be hard to pin down with a child sometimes. Well done, husband.”

  Steve has gained notoriety for breaking the laws of the Lamals.

  Steve has gained prestige for wedding a princess of the Fae courts.

  Steve has gained prestige for impregnating a princess of the Fae courts.

  Steve has gained the Fairy Tale accolade.

  Steve has gained the Royal Consort accolade.

  Fuck.

  Groaning, Steve laid his head down on Lucia’s shoulder.

  Maybe it was worth it.

  That was amazing.

  “Let’s do that again tonight,” Lucia said, still petting and holding Steve. “Though I think you’ll finish in our mistress tonight. If I’m feeling especially kind, I’ll bless her with a kiss myself. And by the way, do you admit you’re my property now, Nancy?”

  “I’m your property, Mistress, second only to Steve. And yes, please,” Nancy murmured from the side. She’d lain there and watched, saying nothing. “Have me again tonight and bless me.”

  “Wonderful,” Lucia said, humming happily as she ran her hands up and down Steve’s back.

  Steve didn’t really care right now. He was really just enjoying what Lucia was doing to him.

  And that her hips were still wide open, and she was squeezing at him with her channel.

  Suddenly, Steve wondered if he could go again in a minute or two.

  He certainly wanted to try.

  Fourteen

  Steve was impressed.

  His prisoners were knocking down trees faster than he could. Even if he were to run from tree to tree and swing as fast as he could.

  There was just so many prisoners that they were doing far more than he could by himself with his single tool.

  Makes sense, I guess. Crush it with numbers. No different than throwing money at a problem.

  Just resources instead.

  Kassandra and Ina had gone back to the farm two days previous to update everyone there on the situation.

  Since the first night with Lucia, though, Kassandra and Ina had changed.

  The Fae woman had quickly taken over Steve’s bedroom and had somehow coerced Ina and Kassandra to follow her lead.

  Nancy was, of course, always on hand regardless of the situation. Fully acting the part of his mistress.

  Another reason Kassandra and Ina had been sent back home was to see how things were going and bring back information.

  That and prepare things.

  The moat surrounding the cabin and lining where the walls would go was nearly full now.

  To the point that they could start shipping supplies on the water.

  That’d be far easier than sending things overland. Not to mention that Misty had set it up so a current was now happening. He didn’t understand that part of it, but it was working.

  One side of the moat brought in fresh water from the farm, and the other side took it out down along the waterway toward Filch.

  “It would seem that… you’re no longer needed for the manual labor,” Nancy murmured from beside him.

  Lucia had certainly tamed Nancy when it came to the bedroom. That was the extent of it, however.

  It was considerably less control than Lucia thought she had.

  Nancy had told him in no uncertain terms that she was his, first and foremost. She’d betray Lucia in a heartbeat if Nancy thought it’d benefit Steve. The only place she’d let Lucia rule was the bed, and that was because it suited Nancy’s purposes.

  In fact, she’d already been relaying everything Lucia told her back to Steve.

  One such exchange had given him the chance to prepare for the “What shall we name him or her?” question Lucia was going to launch at him at some point.

  “Yeah,” Steve said, leaning on his axe. “Guess I’m on building duty. Only one more bunkhouse to go really.”

  “Yes. The stone walls are coming along much more slowly,” Nancy said. “Though it’s nice they’re coming along at all. Those tend to take years to build. Not two… Creep Witches.”

  Nancy had never truly been comforted by the fact that Jaina and Ina were something that hadn’t existed previously.

  That their titles literally contained the word “Creep,” and that their magic seemed to use the Creep as a fuel source when available.

  Or so Steve interpreted it. He could be misreading Nancy entirely.

  “Mm,” Steve hummed. “Though it makes me curious to see what’s going on back home. I wonder what all those Creep Witches have been up to. Nikki said they’d been working in the south, around the lake, to put in a stone wall all the way around.”

  “Do you think they’ll finish quicker than we will?” Nancy asked.

  “Probably
. More of them. Just a simple matter of numbers,” Steve said. “Like our tree-cutters. I’m very strong. Can do a lot. But I’m only one man.”

  “You have me,” Nancy said immediately. “I would wield your axe for you all day while you stripped the logs if you wished. Or vice versa.”

  “One man and his mistress. What can’t we do together?” Steve prophesied. “And no. What we’re doing is… it’s correct. Letting them do the work we took them for is right. It’s just annoying. It was something I could measure myself by. What I did to earn my keep that day.”

  “I understand,” Nancy said. “I often feel the same way.”

  “You’re earning your keep and then some, Nancy,” Steve disagreed. “I’ll tell you if you’re not.”

  “Thank you, Steve,” Nancy purred. “I’m glad to hear that. Could I ask what it is I’m doing that you’re appreciating? And maybe if I’ve earned a reward?”

  “Just everything you’ve been doing, honestly,” Steve said. “You’re a wonderful mistress. Or henchwoman, if you prefer.”

  “Mistress is preferable. Taken mistress if we’re being technical,” Nancy said immediately. Then her head slowly turned to one side. She was facing the southwest now. “Though… that doesn’t look right.”

  Following her gaze, Steve could see a partial dust cloud rising up in the distance.

  He had no idea what that meant.

  It was too far to see what was going on, given the natural rolling of the plains in that direction and the distance alone.

  “Is it a storm or something?” Steve asked.

  “I don’t know,” Nancy said, shaking her head. “Should we call everyone in and prepare?”

  “No, we’ll just send Jaina,” Steve said. “Have someone find her and get her moving. Just to see what’s going on and then get back here.”

  “Jaina?” Nancy asked. “Actually… I haven’t seen her at all since we came out to inspect the tree line work.”

  Looking toward the cabin and the fields, Steve realized he hadn’t seen Jaina either. She’d been in the fields before, but she wasn’t there now.

  Grunting, Steve decided to check the cabin. If she was anywhere else, it would be there.

  Halfway there, though, he realized Jaina wouldn’t be in the cabin.

  Mostly because she was heading straight for him. She was coming from the direction of the dust cloud.

  “I’m going to bet my little boobie-dog saw it before we did and went to go look,” Steve said.

  “Boobie… dog?” Nancy asked.

  “That’s right. And I do love my boobie-dog,” Steve said.

  “Does that make me a boobie-wight?” Nancy said, glancing down at her own extremely well-endowed form. “Or some other woefully unfortunate title?”

  “No, you’re my mistress and bed pillow. I can tell you my inner ugly thoughts about others,” Steve said. “Or did you want a woefully unfortunate title?”

  “A little,” Nancy admitted.

  So easy to read.

  “How unfortunate are we talking here?” Steve asked.

  “I’d… uhm… disparaging? Hurtful? Insulting?” Nancy elaborated. “Something that’d make me feel shame? Especially around others?”

  Steve didn’t have anything he wanted to call her, so he couldn’t come up with anything on the spot.

  “Like… cum-dumpster, personal whore, fuck doll, slut bucket, cock wrap, baby farm, g—”

  “Okay, got it,” Steve said. He really had no desire to call her any of those things.

  Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. Nancy was definitely too much for him at times.

  He’d thought he’d been adventurous when it came to sex, but Nancy was in an entirely different league.

  Different planet.

  “Please?” Nancy asked.

  For crying out lo—ugh. Fine.

  If that’s what she wants, we can… we can accommodate her needs. She accommodates mine, after all.

  Or at least, some of her needs.

  A little.

  “Hush, my pretty little sex toy,” Steve said. That was the best he could do right now. “Jaina’s got very good ears, and she’ll be able to hear us soon.”

  Jaina got closer and closer, but didn’t slow down. Not in the least. It wasn’t until she was practically atop him that she put her hands and feet down on the grass. Grass sprayed up around her as she did it.

  Then she smacked into the front of him, wrapping herself bodily around him.

  “Husband! Soldiers are coming. Many, many soldiers. All in the colors of Lamals,” Jaina said, staring up at him with wide eyes.

  “How many is many, many?” Steve asked.

  “Less than the number of prisoners we have, more than the number of people back home,” Jaina said.

  “Okay, so less than a thousand but more than a hundred,” Steve said. “A lot more than what we have at home?”

  “Yes,” Jaina said. Her eyes were wide and slightly fearful. He could only imagine what was going through her head. She was illegally wed after having been made a widow. Soldiers from Lamals wouldn’t have meant anything good in her life so far.

  “Do they look like soldiers from the citadel? The wall?” Steve asked.

  “No. They look fresh, clean, and with perfect uniforms,” Jaina said. “Clean, very clean. Marching perfectly.”

  “Hmm. Maybe from the capital,” Steve mused. “Alright, we’ll assume they’re not here for us until they head our way. Then we’ll deal with them as we have to.”

  “I’m sorry,” Jaina said. “You’re not supposed to wed widows. I could be the reason they try to kill you.”

  Jaina whined once, her tail hanging low between her legs.

  “Oh, stop it.” Steve scratched at her stiff ears. “Come on, I’ll bed you right here and now just to make sure you understand it’s what I want.”

  “Yes, yes,” Jaina said, smiling at him. “I love you, husband. My alpha.”

  Jaina then let go of him and flopped onto her back, squirming on the grass for several seconds in a way that seemed very Kobold. After that, she started pushing her pants down.

  “Come, husband,” she said once she’d gotten her pants down to her ankles. Then she yanked her tunic up, exposing her chest.

  “Show off your wife, Jaina Bril, to anyone who would watch,” growled the Kobold, holding her arms out to him.

  She was always quick to go.

  And he was happy to oblige.

  ***

  “It would seem they are indeed here for us,” Nancy murmured.

  Steve had counted as the enemy force came ever onward in the south. They were around five hundred and ninety, give or take, if he’d screwed up his count. Which was likely, given it was hard to count bobbing heads when they weren’t all the same height.

  The group didn’t turn toward the cabin until the last thirty seconds or so. There was no mistaking their destination now.

  Based on the way they were moving originally, however, Steve got the impression they were heading for the farm rather than this location.

  Better us here than there. More soldiers to defend with here.

  Gotta love prisoners.

  “Think you can put up a square around us?” Steve asked.

  “Yes, yes,” Jaina immediately said from her squat at his side. “I’m stronger than Ina now. I grew much stronger from killing all those beasts.”

  So… killing people can empower you.

  Good to know.

  If it comes time to execute some of the prisoners, I’ll have Jaina take care of it.

  Lucia clicked her tongue and then sighed.

  “The one in the front looks like a parade guard. Her armor is practically shining from the amount of buffing she’s given it,” said the Fae princess. “Even the royal guard isn’t as prissy as that.”

  “Definitely looks like a silk soldier,” Steve said.

  “Silk soldier?” Nancy asked.

  “Uh,” Steve said, not sure where he’d gotten t
he term from. “Like they’ve never seen a day of fighting, but’ve been in the military their whole life.”

  “Oh,” Nancy said.

  With a hard clack, the entire enemy force came to a perfect stop.

  “They march well,” Lucia murmured. “If only armies were measured on walking around while being shiny.”

  Jaina growled softly as ten or so soldiers broke away from the group. They began marching straight for Steve, though their weapons remained at ease or in sheaths.

  Reaching down with his right hand, he began to lightly pet and caress the top of Jaina’s head. Her growl slowly died away at the attention he was giving her.

  Most of the guard came to a stop around thirty feet away.

  Only the lead soldier in the ever-so-bright armor continued until about ten feet away.

  Then she pulled her helmet off.

  It was a woman who looked very similar to the more bestial races he’d met so far.

  With cat-like ears in a very Human-looking face, she had pale blond hair, ears of a darker brown, and bright yellow eyes that were almost gold. She was pretty, as all women seemed to be in this world, though far closer to Shelly in that almost too-pretty subset.

  Additionally, there was a certain alien beauty to her cheeks and eyes, and in her jaw and mouth.

  It reminded him of Chessa in a way.

  “Greetings homesteader,” said the soldier. He couldn’t tell, but it seemed like the woman was speaking directly to Lucia at his side.

  “Greetings in return,” Steve said back.

  The woman was momentarily silent, her head tilting fractionally toward Steve now.

  The swipe of her hand was disguised in her shifting her helmet to the other hand. She’d done it so well that he’d almost missed it.

  Except he’d been looking for it. He’d wanted to know if she would inspect him.

  “I’m named Geneva. Geneva Gosti,” said the woman. “I’m a captain of the royal guard, ambassador to the citadel cities, and royal envoy.”

  “I’m Steve. I own this outpost and the farm to the south,” he said. “I’m also wed to the mayor of Filch.

  “The surviving one, that is. The original mayor died, and so did two of her daughters. The only one who remains is S-Rachele.”

  “I see,” said Geneva. Adjusting the helmet at her side, she seemed to be considering her words and what to say.