Summoner 6

by Eric Vall

  “Did you touch yourself?” I asked as I pressed my hips to the splendid curve of her ass.

  “Gryff!” Nia had meant to scold me for asking such a lewd question, I was sure, but her anger quickly dissipated when she felt the hard ridge of my cock against her. “ … Yes.”

  I groaned at just the thought of Nia Kenefick, prim and proper, but naked and hot against her sheets, splayed open on the bed and moaning into her pillow as she fingered herself and thought of me. My cheeks flushed, and I swallowed thickly to coat my dry mouth.

  “I’d love to watch that,” I admitted as my hand snaked to the waistband of my pants. I unlaced them and yanked them down to my ankles before I slid my cock between her cheeks.

  “ … I’ll show you now, if that is what you desire,” Nia purred like a minx in heat. Her eyes were lidded, and her whole body was dusted with the sweetest shade of pink.

  I still maintained that it was my favorite color on her.

  “Please?” I asked nicely. I wasn’t going to demand such a thing of her. However, if she was willing, then I wasn’t going to stop her from putting herself on display.

  The washroom wasn’t all that large, so I made due with leaning back against the wall of the shower to get the best view of her that I possibly could. I took a deep breath and drank Nia in as she righted herself and stripped down to nothing but the boots on her feet. The black and white leather clung to her like a second skin and did everything to accentuate her absolutely gorgeous legs.

  When she turned around to face me, I nearly came right then and there. Nia was all creamy skin and smooth curves that made perfection look mediocre. She positioned herself against the sink counter and propped her leg atop it, giving me a full view of everything she had to offer.

  There was only a seconds worth of hesitation before she took her fingers and slid them into her entrance. Again, the sound of wet lips spreading delighted my cock, and I leisurely stroked myself as she worked her fingers along the sensitive flesh between her clitorus and her hole.

  “Do you like it, Gryff?” Nia moaned quietly.

  “Oh, I do,” I replied with a stifled groan. I found myself leaning closer to get a better look and watch in full detail at how Nia’s slender fingers circled around that tender nub of flesh over and over again.

  She panted as her hips rocked, applying the friction she so desired, but it soon wasn’t enough for her. Clitorus abandoned, Nia dove her fingers in straight to the source, and she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth to dampen a strangled mewl that threatened to escape her.

  I watched, completely fascinated, as her fingers disappeared in and out steadily. They scissored and spread her, curled and struck that sweet spot in her that made her legs tremble. Her breasts bounced as she fucked herself, and she flicked one of her pert, rosy nipples with her thumb. The added stimulation made her head tip back as she struggled not to scream in ecstacy, though at this point it would be impossible for the boys next door not to hear her, and that thought was kind of hot.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. My hand wasn’t enough, and if I didn’t get inside of Nia soon, I was going to go mad. I stepped closer until I was nearly flush with her, and Nia’s hand fell away as I positioned myself in front of her. I made sure to quickly tease that sensitive area and get her riled up again before I slid in with ease.

  Nia was already so hot and slick, and I knew it wouldn’t take long for either of us. I moved inside of her furiously, our skin sticking and my balls slapping the inside of her thighs.

  She scrambled for purchase as our bodies moved together, and she settled for gripping my shoulder with one hand and squeezing her full tits with the other. Our moans mingled together, and we’d both given up any notion that no one would hear us.

  I didn’t think either of us cared if they did anymore, anyway. I knew I didn’t. Let them hear us. Let them listen to the sweet noises Nia Kenefick made when I claimed her body as mine.

  We were both beyond turned on, and our climaxes rose only a few minutes after we began to make love.

  When my cock was as deep inside of her as it could be, I came and filled her body with no reservation. My head dropped to her shoulder as I rode out my orgasm, and I continued to rail into Nia as a shuddering scream wracked her entire body.

  We remained like that for a moment. We simply existed in the moment joined together while we breathed in the same air. The washroom reeked of sex and sweat, and I could hear the splatter of my seed flow from her and hit the tile when I pulled out a bit.

  “That was beautiful,” I whispered, quiet now. “You’re beautiful.”

  “You make me feel beautiful,” Nia whispered back.

  Her fingers trailed along my lips, and I couldn’t help but dart my tongue out to taste the remnants that lingered on her skin. The tips of her ears burned red, but she didn’t pull away.

  “You taste delightful, Nia Kenefick,” I complimented with a lopsided grin.

  Nia was silent for a moment before she hovered just over my lips.

  “I want a taste, too,” she murmured, and then she dragged her tongue over mine and devoured what sample of her I had taken for myself. When she pulled back, a sinful smirk spread over her lips.

  “You’re right. I am delicious,” she purred.

  I froze and gripped her tighter. It took every ounce of me not to flip her onto her stomach and take her again, and I had to reason with myself that we had other matters to tend to aside from others probably needing to use the washroom.

  “Maybe you’d like to taste me some time,” I teased.

  “Maybe I would,” Nia agreed as she leaned back against the mirror.

  Again, I was gifted a full display of what she had to offer. Each passing second grew more and more difficult to say no to.

  Nia sat on the counter, legs spread and still dripping. Her hair was askew and messy, and her breasts were simply begging to be touched, licked, and devoured. She licked her lips and winked at me as she tapped her fingers over her vagina teasingly.

  “Well?” she purred.

  I laughed. This girl was going to be the death of me, but it was going to be the sweetest death that I could ever have dreamt of.

  Fuck it, I thought, and I went in for round two.

  Hours later, well after the sweet smell of our musk had left the washroom, I finally wandered out of my room. Hunger struck hard, and I needed some kind of sustenance. My appetite over the last day or two had been next to non existent, but today I was finally feeling good enough to get my grub on.

  I met my friends at the dinner table. The inn itself was pretty nice. It wasn’t a five-star stay, but it was better than the ones with no running water, and the food was good, so I’d been told by Braden. He swore the carrot cake they served here was the true reason he survived the Narufey. I wasn’t a huge fan of carrots, but if it was that good, I’d give it a shot at least.

  I grabbed a seat between Nia and Orenn and grinned at being able to see so many of my friends in one place again. Though it was true most of them were in the Underground a few days prior, I had missed the presence of having Varleth and Braden around, too.

  “How are you feeling?” Braden asked knowingly.

  “Fine.” I shrugged, not wanting to give any information away. “Nothing some cleaning and pain killers can’t fix.”

  Braden smirked between bites of his chicken.

  I was glad we had worked him up to solid foods now. For the first two days, he was only able to handle broth and water. His injuries were pretty extensive, and we’d ended up using most of what we had in our stock to get him back to normal. He’d made it through the rest of the Narufey alright, though. Nothing but some bouts of dizziness, and with Antoine and his goons off our backs, it was easy to take a break when we needed to.

  “Glad to hear it,” Braden finally replied.

  We hadn’t really gotten to talk much after we got to the inn, and I didn’t want to ask what had happened in the forest. It seemed rude and intrusive, so if he
or Varleth wanted to divulge their secrets, they could, but I wasn’t going to ask.

  Varleth hadn’t said much either, but that was to be expected. I knew from my own experiences with him that traumas tended to make him shut down after the fact. I’d seen it firsthand in Bedima. His wounds looked like they were doing well, though, despite not having much medicine.

  We sat in silence for a while as we ate, and it was nice to have a hot meal amongst peers, even if the silence between us was thick enough to cut with a knife.

  Everyone wanted to ask, wanted to know everything that had happened to one another over the last two months, but no one would admit it. No one was big enough or brave enough to break the ice.

  Everyone except Arwyn, that was.

  “How did this happen to you boys?” she finally asked, and I thought it was because she was still technically their teacher that they felt like they had to respond to her, though it was clear it was a subject they wanted to avoid.

  Braden looked to Varleth, who looked between him and Arwyn and said nothing. The gypsy simply went back to his meal.

  Sighing deeply, Braden finally spoke up.

  “We’d only been gone a few days when it happened,” Braden started. “We got here to Enzitha after a three hour airship ride and two hour train ride. We stayed here a few days and asked around about what people knew of the Narufey. Most people had the same thing to say: nothing.”

  He paused and took a sip of his ale. The glass pint hit the table with a soft thunk as he put it back down, and he kept his eyes trained on the liquid inside.

  “No one knew anything of use,” Varleth finally chimed in. “Hell, most people didn’t even know what we were talking about.”

  I perked up.

  “So, it can only be seen by mages after all!” I exclaimed excitedly, but Varleth and Braden didn’t look nearly as enthused as I was.

  “Wait, shouldn’t that have been in your notes from Sleet?” Nia asked. “Everything we could have wanted to know was in mine and Layla’s file.”

  “The same for mine and Almasy,” Arwyn chimed in.

  “Lucky for you guys,” Braden quipped. “We didn’t know much aside from the name of our destination and how to get there. There were no facts about the place at all.”

  “That seems weird, doesn’t it?” I asked Arwyn since she would know the best out of any of us. “Every file should come with as many details as possible. Surely, Sleet would have known that, right?”

  “One would think so,” Arwyn agreed and put her finger to her lips.

  “Anyway, so we get there, and of course Braden wants to look at everything,” Varleth snipped.

  “You did, too,” Braden tossed back, and for a moment I thought I was going to have to get in between him and Varleth, but then I saw the joking smirks on their lips.

  I was glad, circumstances aside, that they had gotten to be closer friends. At least that was how it seemed.

  “So we take everything in, the colors, the sounds, everything was so entrancing,” Varleth continued. “Then we start to wander around and eventually stumble upon one of the ancient libraries.”

  “And you didn’t think to go in it?” I asked. “You could have been in and out of there before dinner.”

  “Of course we did, summoner,” Varleth spat then, and I shut my mouth.

  Maybe that had been a little harsh.

  “We were ambushed,” Braden stepped in. “Antoine and his goons said they were looking for you, Gryff.”

  “I’m sure,” I replied deadpan. “He seemed to know an odd amount of things about me. Too much for my comfort at any rate.”

  “Long story short, he got to us before we could get into the library,” Varleth finished. “I assumed they were keepers of the library, but I’m admittedly uneducated in that area of mage history.”

  “Ashla would have known.” I made a face. “Not that it’s any reflection on you two. You had your hands full trying to stay alive.”

  Braden frowned and picked at the vegetables on his plate.

  “It was awful,” he muttered. “They tied us up and told us we were going to be used as bait to lure you there. They beat us, tortured us, and they even tried--”

  “Don’t,” Varleth cut him off, and I recognized the look on Varleth’s face. It was the same expression he’d worn when he’d told me the truth about the rift between him and Gawain and what that man had done. It was an expression of violation, and I felt my anger flare.

  Varleth looked away, and I saw the shame in his eyes as he stood abruptly and left the table to be alone.

  I stood up to follow him, but Orenn beat me to it. He offered me a soft but distant smile and put a hand on my shoulder.

  “I’ll talk to him, it’s okay,” he assured.

  “Right, good luck,” I wished him, and then Orenn left the table, too.

  Braden’s face fell, and I saw the guilt on how he had almost divulged something so painful and personal. It was hard to swallow that the attempted assault had happened at all, even more so because I knew it had almost happened to Varleth in the past, too.

  “Let’s skip that part,” I suggested, and Braden nodded. With just the four of us now, we huddled in closer to listen to the rest of the story.

  “Antoine rambled on and on about Penny, how you had killed her, and how they were supposed to take on the world together,” Braden explained. “She was the love of his life, the princess of the animandu people.”

  I finally held up a hand and paused everything. Something had been bugging me, and now was the chance to ask.

  “What the hell are animadu?” I asked incredulously. “I’ve never even heard of them, and suddenly they’re a whole people who live in a magic forest?”

  Arwyn snorted at that and took a sip of her tea.

  “Animandu are as they described themselves,” Arwyn began. “They’re soul suckers. They feed off the living and are able to sustain themselves for years off one soul.”

  My jaw dropped. I looked to Nia and Braden, who looked as bewildered as I did.

  “Are they human?” I followed up.

  “Only by appearance,” Arwyn divulged. “They’re more like undead. Mages who refused to move on to the after life can carry on as one if their will is strong enough, but it is very rare.”

  “Can they leave the Narufey if they want?” Braden asked. “I mean, I spent two months in their society, so I don’t think they would want to go anywhere else permanently, but can they travel?”

  “They can,” Arwyn nodded and crossed her arms as she leaned back in her chair, “but it’s very rare. Most of them are too afraid once they’ve come back to go anywhere.”

  “Why?” I asked and popped a potato into my mouth. “What’s the point of coming back if you’re just going to stay in one spot?”

  “Well,” Nia began, “if it were me, I wouldn’t want to see my family and or friends because it might hurt them to see me as such.”

  “I’d think they’d be happy to have you back though, right?” I questioned again.

  “I’d have to live off others souls,” Nia insisted. “That’s scary to most people, Gryff, and that is not to mention the emotional trauma that would occur if I appeared in front of my parents after they buried me.”

  I paused, then my mood sank. Putting it like that made more sense.

  “You’re right,” I conceded. “I know I wouldn’t want Maelor to see me like that.”

  “So they stay in the forest,” Braden moved on, “and prey on those with a gold coin on their names because the council doesn’t need them alive.”

  “Precisely.” Arwyn nodded with a grim expression. “Although, Antoine seemed hesitant to kill any of us, which makes me think the prices on our head are a special case.”

  “I’m still not even sure I believe we are being actually hunted for a bounty,” I argued. “I haven’t seen any posters.”

  “Nor have I, now that you mention it,” Arwyn mused with a frown. “Strange things are happening, that
much is certain.”

  “Was there anything else damning about Antoine you can fill us in on?” I asked Braden.

  “Not sure about damning,” he began, “but he did bring up a woman, someone other than Penny who he had been in contact with who knew who you were.”

  Arwyn and Nia both looked at me with mild curiosity.

  “What?” I asked, suddenly feeling relatively threatened.

  “A woman?” Nia asked with a bit of a smirk.

  “Who else do you have in your collection of women?” Arwyn teased.

  I spluttered and shook my head as I looked between her and Braden.

  “She’s kidding!” I lied. “Ms. Hamner, tell him you’re kidding.”

  Braden stifled a laugh and rolled his eyes.

  “Please, either you have a harem, or you both deserve an award for that performance in the forest,” he drawled with a smirk.

  I looked between the three of them, and all of them had the same smirk. The jig was up. Arwyn and I had outed ourselves to Antoine in front of everyone, well, mostly everyone.

  “Just, don’t run around telling people about it, please,” I groaned and put my hands over my face.

  This was not happening.

  “C’mon now, man,” Braden laughed with a genuine smile. “Do I look like the type of person who would do that to you?”

  I thought about it seriously for a mere second, then shook my head. Braden always had my back in every situation, just as I always had his. He was never the type to judge anyone, and that was something I had appreciated when I first started at the Academy. I couldn’t have asked for a better roommate or friend than Braden.

  “Yeah, I guess not,” I muttered, then cracked a bit of a smile. “And no, I didn’t get easy A’s, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

  “I know you didn’t,” Braden laughed. “I know you better than that. You work hard, Gryff. No one can say you were in it for a freebie grade.”

  “Enough about that,” Arwyn interjected, apparently done with talking about our relationship. “Did Antoine say anything else or give any hints why he has it out for us? Or more specifically, for Gryff?”