The Destroyer Book 2

by Michael-Scott Earle

  "It is my turn. Where is Nadea?" I pulled my head away to make eye contact with her.

  "She has a room in the castle proper now. I haven't found out where yet." I tried not to let her see the relief I felt. Part of me had expected the Elven to admit that my friend was dead.

  "Who gifted you?" Isslata went to work on my jawline with her lips and tongue. Her hands pulled gently on my hair, moving my face in a direction that would make it easier for her to kiss me.

  "You wouldn't believe the truth," I said. I inhaled sharply as her tongue probed around my ear and flicked inside the canal. My erection was begging to be released from my pants so that it might sink deep into her.

  "If it is the truth, then I will believe it."

  "Elvens did it," I admitted. Perhaps I was drunk off of her kisses, but I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

  "You're right. I don't believe it." She laughed lightly in my ear and then pulled back her lips to look into my eyes. The sun set fast this time of the year and the light had begun to turn a deep golden color. It reflected in her eyes like fire. She studied me for a few seconds.

  "Say it again."

  "Elvens gifted me.”

  "I believe you. Why would we do such a thing?" she said with confusion.

  "It is my turn." I frowned, trying to concentrate on my next question while her hands lightly scratched my chest through my tunic and then worked down to my stomach. "How many Elvens in your empress's army?"

  "My dear O'Baarni, are you still hell bent on murdering us all? I thought I had calmed you down some." She made a clicking sound with her tongue and her fingers finished descending my abdominal muscles and started to stroke the erection pushing through my pants.

  "Are you going to answer, or are our confessions over?" I gasped from her administrations.

  "She has over eight thousand in your Northlands. We have two hundred thousand more ready to make the journey with Ovules once the empress decides it is safe for them. There are others scattered across the worlds, but there are only half a million of our race left."

  I remembered the temple I had found with the old Elven who had spoken of an Ovule, and how Iolarathe had used it to send her daughter, our daughter, to another planet. But in the last memory I had of speaking to Iolarathe, she had not mentioned a child. And I was sure she had died. The timeline of my past was still jumbled and I was not remembering things in chronological order.

  The Elvens were using the Ovule to move to this world. Alatorict had spoken about a treaty between the empress and the clans that involved them being given this “outlier world.”

  "Why did my people gift you, O'Baarni?" She leaned her head down a bit to meet my eyes and she relaxed her grip on my penis.

  "They wanted humans to fight their wars."

  "No. You are mistaken or lying." Her face twisted into a snarl and her fingers tightened around my shaft painfully.

  "That is the truth. You may choose to not believe it and we can end this conversation, or you can ask questions on a different topic." I tried to keep my voice calm.

  "What world were you gifted on? I've not heard of such a thing." Her voice was still angry but her grip had relaxed.

  "This world." I knew better than to remind her that it was actually my turn for a question.

  "No. You lie to me again. There has never been an Elven presence on this planet." Her eyes narrowed dangerously and her heart raced.

  "All of my memories of this world have Elvens in them. I am not lying to you." I reached up my hands to touch her shoulders gently. If she got too aggressive this would turn into a physical confrontation. Isslata had a short temper.

  "Then your memories are wrong," she seethed. "We know our history. There have never been humans gifted by us, and there have never been Elvens on this world. Your fucking clans didn't allow us to migrate here until the last treaty was signed."

  "I don't know anything about a treaty, Isslata. All I remember is being gifted and trained for war by your kind." She looked into my eyes and I saw her grind her jaw tight.

  "Your story is too ridiculous to be a lie. You are confused. Perhaps you don't remember the Radicle journey here?" I felt her shoulders and body relax. She returned to gently rubbing my shaft.

  "I remember what I know."

  "How many moons?" She smiled now and bit her lower lip mischievously.

  "What do you mean?"

  "I've been on eight different worlds. Most have a unique satellite arrangement. You claim to have been gifted by Elvens on this world. In your memory, how many moons were there?"

  "One." I felt a chill run down my neck and spine.

  "Exactly. What did this one moon look like?" She smiled in victory.

  "It was large and light green. I could see the craters on it with my naked eye, even when I was a normal human." The moon in my memories had been beautiful; I had spent many nights looking up at it.

  "This world has two moons. You've seen them of course?"

  "Alta and Yaha." My mouth went dry as I said the names Paug had taught me.

  I had traveled through the Radicle.

  He won't die. This is impossible. What do we do?

  I heard Gorbanni's voice in my mind, but it sounded like it was a mile away. My head spun and darkness crept into the corners of my vision. I was going to faint again, or black out, or do whatever it was that I did when the memories surfaced too quickly.

  "Relax, O'Baarni." She dug her nails into my arms and brought my attention to the present. I breathed out a deep exhale to steady my nerves. "Let us avoid this topic for the time being." Isslata shook her hair back from her face and made slow rocking motions with her hips. The movement forced her naked body to rub down into me. "It is your question." She began to untie the leather laces to my pants.

  My questions could not be answered by Isslata. The pieces of the puzzle were coming together, but I did not want them to fit the way they were. Something had happened between me and my generals. I knew this from the words Malek had carved into my tomb, I knew this from the memory of Lemarti coming to capture me. I knew it was true, but I had fought against accepting it because it was still unclear what had happened. Because I did not want to believe it.

  I had betrayed my friends. They had tried to kill me and failed, so they had sent me to this world.

  I still did not know what I had done, or how much time had passed. Isslata believed it had been five thousand years since the Destroyer lived. I did not know how long we could live, but I did not think even Entas had lived that long.

  If I really was the Destroyer, the Betrayer, it meant that I was over five thousand years old. That had to be impossible.

  I thought back to the Ovule and the Radicle. I had found a shrine under Castle Nia that looked to be crafted out of a strange stone or metal. If Elvens had never been on this world, then who had built the massive structures? Who had constructed Castle Nia on top of them?

  Isslata made a small gasp of pleasure when her hands freed my erection from my pants and undergarments. Her fingers deftly closed around the head and stroked gently. My body tensed up from the change in sensation and a moan escaped my lips.

  She let out a low purr and used her hand to push the base of my shaft against her crotch. The hair that covered her entrance tickled for a slight moment before she rocked her hips forward more. I felt the wetness of her entrance rub against the bottom of my erection and the organ grew painfully stiff.

  "I never think you will fit inside me." She was intently rocking her entrance against the base of my penis now, and her words came out in a pant that hissed through her teeth. I leaned my head down and took her left nipple in my mouth. Then I gently sucked on the small nub of flesh until she gasped with delight.

  Maybe I had already accepted the truth of my past. That I was alive after thousands of years. That I was on a different world. That everyone I had ever loved or cared for was dead. That I had betrayed them all. If this was who I was, it explained why I was here with Iss
lata, enjoying her body and ignoring the disgust and guilt I should have felt. Forgetting about the human women I was supposed to be helping. Forgetting about all the humans I could be helping. Betraying them all for an Elven once again.

  I needed to free Nadea and we needed to escape this castle. Isslata was an Elven, and they were my enemies. They only wanted to enslave everyone that they could not control. I was using her right now more than she was using me. If I knew where Nadea was, I wouldn't need Isslata.

  Her fingers clasped firmly against the back of my skull and her grasp led my lips to her other nipple. I licked and kissed this one eagerly and I was rewarded with another gasp of excitement from the naked woman. Her body was trembling and her breath came out in ragged sighs of pleasure. Isslata reached orgasm very easily, so I didn't doubt I would get her there with just my mouth on her nipples and the base of my manhood rubbing against her opening.

  She had other plans though. Her legs straightened and brought her hips up off my lap. She leaned forward and our lips met for a hungry kiss with our tongues battling to occupy each other's mouth. One of her hands moved down and wrapped around my shaft, angling it away from my stomach and out toward where her vagina was waiting above me.

  Isslata's entrance was always well lubricated, but it normally took a few tries to get my full length into her. My tip fit inside and then she pushed her body down until she met a slight resistance halfway down my length.

  "Ohh," she moaned into my mouth before she ended our kiss. "Almost." She raised her hips again, I looked down at our laps and saw my half-wet penis slide from her entrance as she withdrew from me. She knew my length and stopped her body's retreat before my erection completely slid out of her. Then she slowly pushed herself down and made it three quarters of the way before catching again. Her face was a mask of pain and pleasure as she withdrew a second time. I let her slide a few inches before I grabbed her hips and forced her down all the way onto me with a sharp, wet sound. She gasped in surprise at the sudden movement and her eyes rolled into her head when I slid into her tight body.

  She moaned and leaned her head away; her golden hair fell free of her shoulders and touched my legs. She rocked her body back and forth on my lap for a minute before I pulled forward on her hips. The movement pushed her hips down on me a half an inch more, causing her to gasp and jerk her head up so that her face was a few inches from mine. Her eyes opened wide as she looked down at me and her legs started to tremble.

  Isslata's vagina gripped me almost as strongly as her hands, but when her climax rushed through her body it caused her to squeeze my shaft like she never wanted to let me go. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip, letting out a soft scream of pleasure. Her body shook and her nails dug into the back of my shoulders, ripping through my shirt and cutting the flesh beneath the fabric. The pain gave a spice to the bliss I was feeling from her orgasm, so I used the strength in my arms to lift and slam her down onto me while she enjoyed her climax.

  "Oh. Oh. Oh. Fuck that feels so good!" She probably screamed loud enough for every Elven in the castle to hear. But she did that almost every night.

  Her frenzy seemed to dwindle after a minute and she pushed her mouth into mine for another deep kiss. I tasted blood on her teeth and I figured she must have bit her lip or tongue during her climax. I was still controlling her hips and she let out a little grunt of pleasure every time I brought her body down on my hard shaft.

  "If you keep that up I'll come again." She moaned in quick gasps each time I thrust into her.

  "That is the point," I whispered before I kissed and bit the soft part of her neck under her chin. My kiss caused her to sigh.

  "Mmmmm. Okay, but I want to save some for tonight," she muttered like she was drunk.

  "You should have thought of that before you slid me inside of you." I lightly nibbled the sides of her neck again and pushed her down on my erection. Then I left my length impaled into her and raised my hips while I forced her body down more. I felt the gate to her womb brush against the tip of my penis and her breath caught.

  "I want you to fill me while I climax." She leaned away from me and pushed with her legs; the movement slid me out of her partially but dragged my length across the front of her warm, silky wall. "Just relax and let me please you." She blew back a stream of gold hair that had gotten in her face with a puff and raised her hips again. Then she brought her tunnel down with a rocking motion that made my penis scrape against every side of her entrance. It felt wonderful and I didn't think I would last more than a few minutes more in that position.

  "You still have a question." She smiled and then her eyes narrowed and her mouth opened when she forced me out a little too far and I almost slipped from her tunnel.

  "Are you worried about us conceiving a child?" I had thought of the daughter I apparently had with Iolarathe. I had no more memories of her, so I didn't know if it was true. Isslata and I had been fucking each other for the past three weeks and I had filled her with my seed at least four times every night.

  "Haha!" she laughed. "A human and an Elven? If our kind did actually gift you then they didn't give you much of an education. We can't mate, O'Baarni. I thought you would have known that. Or have you been trying to impregnate me for the last three weeks?" She smiled wickedly as she increased the tempo of her hip gyrations.

  "I've heard of children made by our kind," I tried to brush over the comment.

  "It would be an interesting union, but I think you have heard a falsehood. If it was at all possible, I'm sure such a child would be destroyed, either by us or by your clans. At any rate, I am already with child, so your seeds won't find fertile ground in their quest." She moved forward and continued her rocking. I was thankful for the change of position; the backward angle she had taken would make me orgasm in a few moments.

  "You are pregnant?" I tried to say it calmly but she rolled me deeper into her and my breath caught.

  "Yes,” she muttered and closed her eyes.

  "Who is the father?" I was surprised. Was I jealous? I knew I should not be, but there was something deep and dark in most men that made us want to impregnate everything within our radius, as instinctual as the desire for food and water. I did not love her, but the animal part of me still wanted to claim her.

  "It is my turn for a question, O'Baarni." She opened her eyes and then her mouth formed a small circle shape. Our bodies were making quick wet slippery sounds as she rode me.

  "Ask." I gritted my teeth in annoyance. I needed to plan my next questions. It really didn't matter who made a child with my lover.

  "Did you kill Fehalda's warriors?" she smiled wickedly and rolled her hips in a circular motion.

  "Who?" I didn't know who Fehalda was, but I remembered Vernine and Isslata saying the name at the campfire many weeks ago.

  "There were a dozen of our warriors. Apparently they were Fehalda's best, but I can't imagine them being better than me."

  "I still don't really know what you are talking about." She was probably speaking of the Elvens who had attacked the castle the night Nadea and I had almost become lovers. Three of the assholes had kidnapped Jessmei. Seven of the others I killed, but one escaped. I remember Greykin saying he had killed one when they broke into Jessmei's room.

  "They were supposed to capture you and the human princess. Only one of Fehalda's warriors returned. He claimed you killed seven of them single-handedly. The warriors sent to kidnap the king's daughter never returned.” Her breath was getting quicker and her nails dug into my shoulders.

  "Ahh I remember them." I pulled her back down onto my lap again and pushed my hips up out of the chair, forcing my penis deep into her and leaving it there. My mouth attacked her nipple again, sucking and biting on it. She moaned loudly in appreciation and her body began to shake.

  "So? Did you kill them?" she gasped the question in a rushed, hot breath.

  "Yes."

  She made a loud moan of pure ecstasy. It echoed off the bathroom walls like a lion's roar. Her vagina starte
d to spasm around the erection that I had driven into her. Her face became a twisted visage of pleasure and pain that looked more animalistic than human.

  "O'Baarni!" she seethed my name. "How?"

  "It is my turn now." I smiled at her and ran my mouth from her breastbone up her chest, to her neck, and to her lips, licking, biting, and sucking while she screamed in ecstasy. This climax seemed to last longer than the one I had given her earlier. When I finally reached her tongue I silenced her screams with a kiss.

  "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ugghhhh!" She forced my face away from her mouth and panted as the last twitches of the climax shook her. Then she leaned her head on my shoulder while she wrapped her arms around my torso and the back of the chair.

  "Ask. Don't stop fucking me though." She moved her hips to press me against her walls. She was incredibly wet now and I guessed that it would be difficult for me to climax inside of her unless we switched positions so I could thrust quicker.

  "When did you last see Nadea?" I moved my hands down to her ass and cupped her small butt cheeks.

  "Five seconds before I entered your room." Her nails lightly traced down the nape of my neck.

  "What?" I almost threw her off of me, but her hands tightened around the back of my neck and her nails dug into my skin like picks into soft clay.

  "How did you kill Fehalda's warriors?" she whispered into my ear before she licked the lobe and inside the canal.

  "I ran through the city, they followed me but ended up spreading out, I killed them one at a time." I remembered the frantic battle through the dark streets of Nia and then the long chase after the three Elvens that had taken Jessmei.

  She moaned in pleasure with my answer but said nothing. Her grip didn't loosen on my neck and I felt warm drops of my blood drip onto my shoulders. I was still deep and hard inside of her, but we both seemed to have forgotten that for a second.

  "How did you see Nadea? Describe the situation," I fished again.

  "Ahh . . . Nadea. Nadea. You should forget about her, O'Baarni. She isn't even your lover, and there is no way she could do this all night with you like I can." She laughed. "Actually, I have done this for weeks with you." Isslata relaxed her grip on my neck and sat back. Her eyes were wide and unfocused. She brought her fingertips up to her mouth and ran her long tongue over the bloody nails there. The taste of my blood sent a shiver down her body that I felt through our connection. "How perfect are we for each other? All of our appetites run in parallel. I will guide you through the predicament you are in if you'll let me."