Remnant II

by Randi Darren

“It isn’t as if I’d choose my consummation to be witnessed by strangers,” muttered the Lionan.

  Nancy was kneeling in front of Steve before he realized it. She eagerly scooped up his member with her lips and began to suck on him, her hands coming up to rest on his thighs.

  To be honest, he needed the help. With Lucia and Geneva clearly non-enthused about the situation, he wasn’t quite into it.

  Laying her torso down on the table, her tail going straight into the air, Geneva made herself as comfortable as she could.

  “I’m ready for you, husband,” she said. She clearly hadn’t noticed what Nancy was doing behind her.

  Releasing Steve’s now rather firmed-up length, Nancy gave it a look and then smiled up at Steve. Then she winked at him and moved away.

  Not wanting to wait, because he wasn’t sure he could keep it up, Steve pivoted toward Geneva.

  Laying his left hand down against the back of her shoulders, he grabbed her at the base of her tail with his right.

  Casually, with little effort, he pinned Geneva to the table and then sank himself into her. His head and shaft pushing into and past her entry.

  Grunting, Geneva seemed to push at him for a moment before she lay still against the table. By the time he was hilt deep in her, she didn’t struggle at all.

  It was as if she’d conceded to him completely.

  “You’re a monster,” Valist said with a sneer. “And wed or not, you’re still no mother. I’ll agree to nothing. You’ll have to burn down my city, and I think you’ll run out of food or die to the Creep before that happens.”

  “Shut your mouth,” Steve growled out, releasing Geneva’s tail and then laying his hand on her hip. She was pushing her rear end up against him now. Her need to be dominated had apparently been met already.

  Or his previous display of strength had already flicked her instincts into position.

  Seems like Tigans and Lionans are rather similar after all.

  “For all you know…” Steve said, drawing his hips back. There was a wet swish noise as his shaft glided free of Geneva’s tight depths. “She’ll be pregnant when I’m done. So shut your mouth and sit down. When I’m done, I’m going to kill your champion.”

  No one said anything else after that.

  Holding Geneva’s shoulder with his left hand, he moved his right hand around to her front and her privates. It forced him to bend over slightly to get his hand around her, but he knew it’d be worth it.

  With all the practice he’d been getting with Lucia and Jaina lately, he’d been trying to up his game with them.

  Laying his fingertips on each side of Geneva’s clit, Steve pushed into her again.

  Geneva took in a sudden and slow deep breath as he did it. It was obvious to everyone that she was suddenly much more into this.

  Using a third fingertip, Steve lightly brushed it back and forth over the Lionan’s hooded clit as he started to push in and out of her.

  Geneva squirmed slightly to one side, and Steve immediately pushed down a bit harder on her back, pinning her to the table.

  “No,” Geneva whimpered. “Flip me… flip me over. On my back.”

  Oh? Maybe Lionans aren’t that similar to Tigans after all.

  Pulling out of Geneva, Steve flipped her over onto her back with a thump.

  Then he moved forward and thrust right back into her, even as her knees came up and her eyes found his.

  Reaching down with his left hand, he laid his hand flat against Geneva’s armor, and then he pushed down. Pinning her to the table again.

  “Yes. I really like that,” she purred at him.

  Taking hold of her hip with his right hand, Steve began to thrust in and out of her. Her armor clicked and rattled each time he bottomed out against her, his hilt wedged tight in her lips.

  Angling himself higher, he worked to rub the top of his shaft and groin against her clit. Of his wives, only Xivin could get off from pure penetration. Everyone else needed more work. And he was always willing to give it.

  Squeaking, Geneva’s thighs pressed in tighter around Steve’s hips. Clearly, he was doing the right thing.

  He panted as he worked himself back and forth against Geneva, the Lionan receiving him eagerly and clearly in what looked like the early stages of her very first orgasm. Steve was enjoying himself.

  Geneva was also loud.

  Very loud.

  “Yes,” she said, her hands coming up to clutch at his forearms. “Oh, yes.”

  Her actions and words called out to his ego and inflated it.

  Finding himself rapidly climbing to orgasm, he tried to push harder at Geneva’s hood with each thrust. He really wanted her to hit her peak before he finished.

  Steve felt her tail curl partially around his hips, and her entire body began to shudder under him with each thrust.

  Impregnate Geneva Bril?

  No.

  Yes. Yes!

  Impregnate… impregnate Geneva.

  Grunting, Steve pulled at the Lionan as he started to climax. He crammed himself as deep into her as he could while his shaft flexed.

  Emptying into her.

  Geneva’s hands clamped down tight on his forearms as her walls did the same, her face turning a faint red. Her eyes were wide open, watching him.

  Conception achieved.

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

  Steve has gained prestige for wedding a noble of the Lamals queendom.

  Steve has gained prestige for impregnating a noble of the Lamals queendom.

  Steve has gained prestige for impregnating a royal of the Lamals queendom.

  Steve has gained the King of the Queen of the Jungle accolade.

  Steve has gained the Noble Consort accolade.

  With a soft exhalation, Steve pushed into Geneva one more time as his climax ended.

  “I’m pregnant,” Geneva said in a whisper. She looked shocked, excited, and terrified all at the same time.

  Even though she was spread-eagled with a man between her thighs, Geneva turned and looked at Valist. She had all the pride and presence she’d always had about her. “I’m wedded, bedded, and pregnant. Time for your champion to die.”

  Pulling out of Geneva, Steve took in a slow breath.

  She was pretty great, actually.

  “Hey, if possible, send out whoever your second-best champion is,” Steve said. “That way when you send out your best one after I kill the second, I can make the first blow me so I can keep her.”

  Queen Valist turned a deep dark red at that.

  “You dare—”

  “Actually,” Steve said, interrupting Valist. He grabbed Geneva by her hands and helped her sit upright. “Send both out at the same time. I’ll kill one, and the other can suck me clean. Then we can be done with this. Or maybe I just beat them both black and blue till they surrender and tag-team me.”

  Lucia sighed audibly, putting her chin in her hands. She’d sat at the table the entire time. Watching Geneva be had.

  “I’ll never get used to this, I think,” she muttered.

  Twenty-Three

  Valist hadn’t left the field, but one of the women she’d brought with her returned to the city.

  She was apparently getting the second champion along with their gear.

  Lucia had gone back to the camp, and Nancy had accompanied her.

  Apparently, the idea of possibly watching more women go down on Steve was too much for the Fae. She’d apologized to Steve and left.

  Not that he blamed her.

  He didn’t for a second believe he could have been as stoic as she’d been.

  Though he’d been surprised that Nancy had gone with her. It seemed somewhat out of character for her.

  Standing not far from Steve and Geneva were the queen and her two knights.

  “I’m pregnant,” Geneva murmured, staring off into the distance.

  “Yup,” Steve said. “I mean… that was the goal, wasn’t it?”

 
; “I… yes. It was. It’s just so unexpected,” Geneva said. “I thought… well, it doesn’t matter what I thought. Does it? I’m a wedded expectant mother. Though… at least you’re married to a princess… that’ll make it easier to explain to her highness when we return to the capital.”

  “Yeah, no thanks,” Steve muttered. “No reason for me to go.”

  Turning his head, Steve looked at the knight standing next to Valist.

  He couldn’t see much of her, since her helmet covered up her head, but she looked tall. Really tall. Taller than Hiren, Beati, Felisa, and even Siena.

  Hey, Shitty Steve, how about you tell me about her?

  Kimor Barra

  Knight/Champion

  Reindeerkin

  Father: deceased

  Mother: deceased

  Royal Captain- captain of the royal guard.

  Champion- one and true champion of the queendom of Hilanis

  Noble Line- part of the nobility of the queendom of Hilanis

  “I forgot to name them all traitors and condemned criminals,” Steve said, turning back to Geneva. “Should I do that now or later?”

  “Oh, yes. Ah… her champion, royal guards, and herself for now. If they had given in without forcing me to have my first time on a table, I wouldn’t ask you to do that,” Geneva said with a small head shake, turning her eyes to Steve. “Thank you, by the way. That… was unexpectedly pleasant.”

  “I mean, I try?” Steve asked. Clearing his throat, he got the attention of the queen and her champion. “Hey, I formally name you as a false queen, traitor to Lamals, and a condemned criminal. I name your champion all the same, as well as your royal guard and knights.”

  Both the queen and her knights stood stock still.

  “You… how did you—you’re the Blade of the Law?!” the false queen Valist asked, her voice going up an octave.

  “Yup,” Steve said. “And a zookeeper, bringer of justice, and whole bunch of other stuff. I also can murder knights with one hand while tearing their arms and legs off.

  “So when I kill Kimor over there, or whoever else you send out with her, I imagine the other remaining champions will beg me to let them suck my dick in exchange for their lives.

  “You don’t get that option, Valist. Sorry. Gennie wants the pretenders to die if they don’t bend the knee immediately.”

  The knight named Kimor was facing Steve head on now, her helmet turned completely toward him.

  “Seriously,” Steve said, thinking that maybe she was doubting him. “I broke four champions of Faraday down, and they all serve in my bedroom now. I killed three others. I think it was three.”

  “It was three,” Geneva said.

  “Tell you what, Kimor,” Steve said. “If you want to come over here and give me a kiss, I’ll let you earn your place in my bedroom later and spare you today.

  “Or if you want, pull Valist’s head off and I’ll let you go completely.”

  The second knight with the queen eased herself between Kimor and Valist before Kimor could do anything.

  By the time the champion had looked at the queen, as if to contemplate it, the knight had eased the queen away from Kimor.

  “Seriously,” Steve said. “We’ve got bigger issues to deal with, like the Creep. We should—”

  A horn blasted, and several knights came storming out of the keep of Hilast. Numbering at least six, they immediately started heading for the meeting point.

  “Huh, that’s certainly more than one champion,” Steve said. “Whatever. If that’s what it’ll take to get this done with.

  “Go on back to camp, Gennie. I’ll bring back the leftovers with me when I’m done.”

  Wasting no time, Steve began jogging to the far side of Valist, Kimor, and her knight. He watched the trio as he pulled his axe from its loop.

  Geneva was already heading back toward the camp without question.

  “Alright, you’re not going anywhere Valist,” Steve said. “I’m going to kill or use your champions, and I’m going to pop your head off when I’m done.”

  “Arrogant little man,” hissed the false queen. “I’ll have you begging me for mercy, which I’ll only grant after you rescind your title adjudication upon me.”

  “Will I? Huh. Maybe I’ll have Kimor use you as a pillow as she takes care of my needs,” Steve said. “Then I’ll let her spit up my seed on your face so you can dream of the taste of it before I cut your head off.”

  Giving his axe a light swish, Steve felt ready.

  He wasn’t trained in combat and he had no idea what he was really doing, but he felt ready.

  With his strength and speed alone, he was confident he could easily overpower eight knights.

  Before he realized it, though, all eight of Valist’s knights had surrounded him in a circle. Even if he’d tried to do something about it, the end result would have been the same. Eight versus one meant a guarantee of being surrounded.

  “Alright, could you all remove your helmets?” Steve asked. “I really don’t want to kill the prettiest ones. If you could do that, and agree that I can claim any of you as a victory prize if I haven’t killed you, I’ll agree to this champion duel, eight versus one.”

  “Do nothing,” Valist commanded before any of the knights could say anything. “And what do we get for the prize agreement?”

  “Geneva will let you execute her,” Steve said. “And if she fails to do so, she’ll be named an oathbreaker, traitor, and condemned criminal. Which I think would effectively kill her anyways, wouldn’t it?”

  Valist laughed at that and flicked a hand at Steve.

  “Fine, we agree,” Valist said. “Remove your helmets.”

  All around him, the knights began pulling off their helmets.

  It required them to remove a latch at the back so they could open up a plate and then slide it off their head. Mostly because of their antlers, he imagined.

  Kimor turned out to be a golden-colored blond with dark blue eyes. She was, of course, far too pretty. It seemed to be a very common theme with knights.

  The rest of the knights were all variations of that.

  There was only one other woman who mildly interested Steve. She had dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a lovely face.

  “Okay. Kimor and you,” Steve said, pointing at the other woman. “I’m going to claim you two as prizes. The rest of you I’m just going to murder. You two try and stay out of my way till the end. I’d hate to harm you.”

  “Just kill him,” Valist said. “Go.”

  Darting forward, Steve brought his axe around.

  With an explosive pinging sound, it slammed through the raised sword of the knight in front of him. Bits of bronze shattered in every direction.

  Unfortunately, the attempted block redirected Steve’s axe.

  Rather than connect at the neck of the knight, it hit the brow of her helmet.

  And sheared right through it.

  With a spray of blood and bone, the bronze-armored woman spun and went down in a heap.

  Moving with the swing of his axe that threatened to keep him unbalanced, Steve went toward the closest knight.

  He got a hand around her wrist that held her sword and pulled hard.

  The knight shrieked as her arm was torn from its socket, and she took several steps away.

  Falling back and out of the circle, Steve grinned. He wasn’t afraid of combat anymore. Wasn’t afraid of people getting the better of him.

  There was little anyone could do to him if he got up close to them.

  “Hey, this is yours,” Steve said, cocking the severed arm and then throwing it forward.

  The arm caught its one-time owner low at the thighs. Suddenly, the woman did a maximum-force face plant as the arm smashed into her, her knees bending the wrong way. Her wail cut off as her helmeted head slammed into the ground.

  Looking at the remaining six knights, Steve picked out Kimor and the other one he wanted.

  “Kimor, and you, stay back now,” he said. “
I really don’t want to hurt my victory prizes.”

  All six of the remaining knights looked spooked, unsure how to proceed.

  “Kill him!” Valist said. “Rush him at the same time!”

  The knights leapt forward at Steve.

  Reaching down, Steve picked up the sword that had been dropped by the severed arm. Unfortunately, he picked it up from the blade side as the hilt had been facing away from him.

  Kimor was the closest, her blade whipping around towards him.

  Dodging to one side, to her side in fact, he put a foot to her rear end and kicked. The big knight went tumbling away from him.

  Whipping the hilt of the sword around like a club at the next knight, Steve caught her just under the jaw.

  The guard of the sword blasted into the soft flesh and lodged itself against the inside of her cheek, the sword bending terribly with the force of it.

  Gurgling, the knight fell to one side even as the next one came at Steve.

  It was the other knight he wanted to keep.

  She swung at him from one side to the other, not giving Steve much room to do anything.

  Not wanting to damage her, Steve swung his axe at her blade and caught it at the midpoint.

  Bronze fragments of the weapon blew out and peppered the knight who was coming on next.

  Screaming in pain, the woman immediately went down to her knees, her hands pressed to her breastplate as if she could get to her torso through it.

  “I told you to stay back.” Steve grabbed the wrist of the knight he was going to keep. “Listen to me or I’ll just end you.”

  Pulling lightly, he yanked her off her feet and down to her knees. She dropped the shattered blade she’d been holding.

  As gently as he could, he slapped the knight with an open palm.

  Her head whipped to one side, the smack of his hand on her cheek sounding like a whip crack.

  When he checked Kimor, he found she was just barely getting to her feet not far away.

  Steve refocused on the last two knights and moved forward at them.

  “I-I-I surrender!” said one of them, dropping her sword and holding up her hands.

  “Fine, shut up and stay there,” Steve growled, closing in on the last one.

  Holding her sword up, the knight looked like she wasn’t going to surrender or back down.