As he guided the car along the road, he wondered if he should contact the Order. They would have people out looking for him. He turned on his phone. Seventeen missed calls and the symbol for voicemail was illuminated on the screen. He knew who all those calls would be from. They would have checked his apartment and, finding it empty, they would be looking all over London for him.
He pulled over to the side of the road and contemplated calling them. He knew he would be reprimanded for this disappearance but he wasn’t one to shy away from things. Usually. Until he met Amy. He had definitely blown his chances of being on the next mission through the Crystal Doorway.
To hell with it. He would get in touch with them tomorrow. Right now, he needed to see Amy. Being apart from her felt almost like a physical pain. Decided, he put his foot down on the accelerator and wondered how he was going to find out where Amy lived. Maybe if he called the bookshop where she worked she would still be there. If not, one of the other employees might give him some information about where she lived. It was a long shot but worth a try. He pulled up the number for Pulp And Paperbacks and was about to press the ‘Call’ button when something stopped him.
He listened to the Thin Lizzy song he had been singing along with all this time.
He remembered the song’s title...and the name of the album the song was from.
Roisin Dubh.
Black Rose.
He dismissed the number of the bookshop and dialled the number of the Order, pressing ‘Call’ immediately.
As the final strains of Black Rose faded on the radio, he said, ‘This is Jorn. I’m coming home.’
*
‘That was Jorn,’ The Director said to the Master At Arms as he replaced the phone on his desk. ‘He’s coming back. Said he was in Cornwall meditating.’
‘I thought yesterday that something was wrong with him, Director,’ the Master At Arms said. ‘He seemed distracted during practice. There are rumours that he has met a woman...fallen in love.’
The Director snorted. ‘Sounds like he took leave of his senses for a while but he’s coming home now. He’ll have to spend some time in the stockade, of course, and the Provost will put him through his paces but this is a minor setback. Now, on to more pressing matters. How is the opening of the Doorway going?’
‘There are some minor setbacks there too,’ the Master At Arms replied. ‘Anders has attempted to seal the Crystal Doorway from his side. It did not open immediately as it usually does.’
‘Are the monks working on it?
‘Yes, Director. We expect the Doorway to be open by the hour.’
The Director checked his watch. ‘Let’s go take a look. Are the men ready?’ He got up from behind his desk and they left the office to take the elevator down to the deepest levels of the complex.
‘The men are ready and waiting,’ the Master At Arms said as the elevator descended to the underground levels.
‘Let’s pray they can complete this mission. If we can get hold of Anders’ crystal shard, we can close the Doorway for good and leave him stranded in his God-forsaken realm.’
‘Yes, Director.’
‘And let’s pray there are less casualties this time. The last mission resulted in heavy losses.’
‘Anders deployed a considerable force of his men to the Landing Site. They waited there to ambush our knights. He somehow knew where the Doorway would open.’
‘It’s that bitch Darla,’ the Director said as the elevator door opened and they stepped out onto the level that housed the Karathian Crystal. ‘She’s an oracle. As long as Anders has her, we run a risk every time we go through the Doorway.’
‘Yet he can make his raids through to our side without any such fear,’ the Master At Arms said.
‘Exactly. He killed three of our knights in their homes last months. In their homes. Opened the Doorway up right in their apartments and sent his men through to slay them. How did he even know where they lived?’
‘He employs dark sorceries, Director.’
‘Well it’s time for us to even the score. If we can get his shard and lock the bastard out, it will be a great victory for the Order.’
They reached a large metal door guarded by two security guards. Recognizing the Director, the guards stepped aside and one of them swiped a card through the digital lock. The door slid open.
The chamber beyond was more like a huge cave than a room. In the center of the cave, a stone platform flanked by two ornately-inscribed stone pillars, dominated the space. In front of the platform sat an intricate metal frame that held a shard of glowing blue crystal. The Karathian Crystal.
The only sound in the chamber was the low chanting of hooded monks who walked slowly around the perimeter of the cave, heads bowed. Some of them swung incense burners on chains and the heavy smell of sandalwood filled the air.
Waiting silently near the door that the Director and the Master At Arms had entered by, a group of a dozen knights stood dressed in leather armour. All were armed with swords and each had an expectant look in his eyes.
‘The doorway is about to open,’ the Director whispered. ‘Look.’ He pointed at the platform where a blue spark crackled from the crystal and ricocheted between the stone pillars. The monks continued their chanting and the knights stepped forward eagerly.
The spark grew until it became a blue oval of light. Beyond it could be seen a forest.
‘Godspeed, men,’ the Director said to the knights. ‘Bring back the shard and we shall close the Doorway to our enemy forever!’
The knights gave a solemn cheer and one by one stepped through the blue light on the platform. Now they could be seen in the forest beyond. After the last man had gone through, the monks ceased their chanting and the blue Doorway disappeared.
‘They have one hour,’ the Director said. ‘Then we open the Doorway again to bring them home.’
‘An hour is not very long,’ the Master At Arms said. ‘Anders’ castle is well-guarded and we aren’t sure where he keeps the shard. It may be hidden.’
‘I don’t think it will be hidden,’ the Director replied, looking at the platform where his men had stepped out of this dimension and into another. ‘It’s not his style. That bastard is just too arrogant.’
*
Anders stood before the full length mirror appreciating himself. He was dressed in only tight black pants and his slim, well-muscled torso, the result of hours of training every day, looked magnificent and hard and masculine. He studied his rugged face and close-cropped blond hair. That was the face of a ruler, a conqueror. A cruel and powerful face.
He strode across the room and looked out of the window at the meadows surrounding the castle and the dark forest beyond. It was all very well ruling this dimension but there was nothing here. All of the people in this castle had come with him from New York, most of them during the rebellion in the Order of the Black Rose, during which Anders had seized the Karathian Crystal shard and with it a power that had set him firmly on the path of his destiny.
He descended the winding stone stairs of his tower to the banquet hall where most of his men had assembled. And there, standing at the head of the table dressed in a light blue brocade dress, was Darla. Even now, she took his breath away with her beauty and the dark soul he knew was within her. If anyone here could match him in selfish ambition, it was this woman. Yet her outward appearance belied the coldness within. She had long straightened blond hair and her face was pretty as a Barbie doll. Her figure was lean and sleek with curves in just the right places; a large chest and a lush ass. The blue brocade dress was low cut and displayed her ample cleavage. Darla knew how best to use her charms. And Anders had experienced those charms in his bed, where the beautiful evil woman became a submissive...giving up her power to submit to his every desire.
She saw him and smiled wickedly. ‘Anders, we will shortly be under attack by Black Rose knights. They are in the forest. Our men are prepared to meet them.’
‘Very well. Send them out to meet
the invaders. And we shall prepare a revenge on that accursed Order.’
She turned to the soldiers, all ex-members of the Order of the Black Rose themselves, and said, ‘Ride to the forest West of the castle. Dismount at the forest’s edge and wait for them. They approach cautiously so hide yourselves until they are within range of your blades and arrows.’
The men left the room for their horses. Darla walked sensuously over to Anders and snaked her arms around his neck. ‘Do you wish to celebrate our victory by taking me to bed, lover?’
‘In a moment. Killing one of their raiding parties is barely a victory, my sweet.’ He let his hands trail down over the dress, along her sides and over the swell of her hips. Darla sighed and pressed herself into him.
‘The Order Of The Black Rose think they can attack us here but we will show them that such an action will not go unpunished. If you wake a scorpion, you must be prepared to taste its sting.’ He led her along a corridor to a set of stone steps leading down to the room where the Crystal Shard was kept. They descended, both shivering as the air grew colder.
In the room below, five monks knelt around a red circle decorated with mystical symbols painted on the floor. These five were once monks of the Order Of The Black Rose but during the rebellion they had come to Anders’ side and now they concentrated on much darker arts and had become sorcerers. In the center of the circle lay a dragon and rose talisman that had belonged to Anders during his time in the Order. Now his sorcerers used it for a sinister purpose.
‘We have located two talismans on the earth dimension,’ one of the sorcerers mumbled.
Anders tried to hide his disappointment. Last time, they had located three of the Order’s knights and had been able to send soldiers through the Crystal Doorway to slay them in their own homes. A great strike against the Order.
‘Very well. Open the doorway and send through soldiers to the talisman locations to slay the owners.’ He turned and strode out of the room, Darla following close behind.
He led her up to his bed chamber and threw her onto the bed. She looked up at him, the usual fire and arrogance in her blue eyes replaced by a look of timidity. In this area of their relationship she submitted to him unquestioningly. He wondered what it would be like to give up control like this. He was a control freak himself so he didn’t see the appeal of giving that up to another but he understood on a deep level that for her the giving up of control was liberating for her in some way. No matter...he would have his fun.
Unfastening his pants and pushing them down to his knees, he stood before her hard and erect. The excitement of being under attack from the Order and sending his soldiers to slay their knights aroused him sexually. He had always been wired his way. War was his porn. If he saw a movie that involved military action, whether it was a World War 2 movie or a fantasy movie, he became sexually excited.
‘Come here and suck me,’ he commanded Darla.
Obeying him without question, she got off the bed and walked over to him, dropping to her knees in front of him and taking him in her mouth expertly. He felt her hot tongue play over the head of his cock and her fingers curl around his shaft and he grunted in appreciation. He pushed himself forward so that he slid between her lips and touched the back of her throat. Darla was experienced enough to take all of him and retain her composure. She closed her eyes and let him fuck her mouth, her hands on his muscular thighs.
‘All those men fighting for me and dying for me and killing for me, ‘ he said, ‘That is true power, Darla; sending men to their deaths and having them willing to go.’
She opened her eyes and looked up at him, nodding slightly but unable to speak as his shaft slid back and forth between her lips. He often spoke to her like this, telling her of his control over his men as he asserted his control over her in a sexual manner.
Looking down at her pretty Barbie face with her blue eyes looking up at him as she sucked his cock made him desire her with an intensity that felt like an inferno raging within him. He grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet by it, making her cry out in pain. He put his arms around her and pulled down the zipper on her blue brocade dress, slipping it off her shoulders so it fell open to her waist. She wore no bra and the sight of her large full breasts excited him. Her nipples stood to attention. Anders brushed his fingers over them and Darla gasped as he touched the taut flesh.
‘Take it all off,’ he told her.
She removed the dress and her panties and stood naked and waiting. Between her sleek thighs, blond curls covered her pussy. Anders stepped out of his pants and went to her, grabbing her hair cruelly and pulling her head to one side. They were both naked but they weren’t on equal terms; he was the master and she knew that. He bit her neck lightly, making her moan, before he moved his mouth down to her full breasts, laying kisses on her hot skin and savouring its softness and the contrast between that and the hardness of her nipples. He sucked on each in turn, pulling slightly on Darla’s hair to make her arch her back and push more of her excited flesh into his mouth. He bit on her nipples lightly, rolling the engorged buds between his teeth. Darla moaned. She stroked his hair and the back of his neck gently.
‘Those men are out there dying,’ he whispered to her between kisses on her soft breast flesh and sucks of her nipples, ‘and we are here fucking.’ He pushed her face down onto the bed, holding the back of her neck with an iron grip and pulling her legs apart. Her arse was lifted up off the bed, its smooth cheeks and dark cleft displayed to him, as was her blond pussy. He noticed that she was wet. The scent of her arousal intoxicated him. His cock felt tight and thick and powerful between his legs. He longed to feel Darla’s soft heat envelop him.
She was there waiting for him, open and inviting. Her pussy lips glistened with the juices that would lubricate him when he pushed into her. He spread her legs roughly and positioned himself behind her, hard and eager. With his fingers, he guided the head of his cock to the entrance to her body before pushing into her hard like a battering ram. She groaned and rolled her hips against him, pulling him deeper inside her willing tightness. Anders grunted as he felt her womanhood sheath his thick cock with heat and wetness and soft caresses as he slid back and forth within her.
He watched the way her ass cheeks trembled with every thrust he made. Her soft flesh slapped against his lower stomach and he spanked her hard, grabbing her buttock roughly and playing with it. She moaned and writhed beneath his cruel touch.
‘Tell me something, Darla.’
‘Yes.’
‘Who is your master?’
‘You are.’
He spanked her again and used both hands to knead her bottom cheeks between his fingers as he fucked her. Her puckered asshole looked inviting. He slid a hand in toward it. Darla groaned. She knew what he was going to do. He bent his index finger and pressed the middle knuckle against her sensitive area before pushing it inside her. She gasped at the sudden intrusion then let out a low guttural growl.
‘Anders, I’m cumming!’
Then she was bucking against him, screaming and squirming and rocking hard back against his cock and knuckle to increase her pleasure. He remained still, letting her use his manhood as she needed to for maximum sensation. She pushed back against him and wriggled her hips until finally she was gasping for breath and trying to regain her composure after the orgasm that had taken her suddenly in its pleasurable grip.
Anders knew he couldn’t hold back much longer. The tight grip of Darla’s blond pussy coupled with the knowledge that his soldiers were out there slaying knights in his name sent him into a frenzy of bliss. He felt a tingling in his balls and he needed to release their load now. He pulled out of Darla and pointed his slick cock at her bottom. A wave of joy spread through him as his hips jerked forward involuntarily and a salvo of hot thick cum erupted from him. It landed across Darla’s ass cheeks. She looked at him over her shoulder and whispered, ‘Yes, cum on me, my lover.’
He grunted and spurted and a second hot ribbon of seed deco
rated her arse, followed quickly by another then another until Anders was spraying his cum all over her backside and thighs. When he was done, he sat back on his haunches and looked at her, ass in the air and covered with his seed.
‘Anders,’ she said, ‘do you think our soldiers will find him this time?’
‘The sorcerers could only lock onto two talismans this time. The chance that one of those belongs to him is slim. Possible but slim.’ He stroked her thigh absently.
‘It would be good to learn of his death. I know that’s what you want the most.’
‘The men have instructions. If they go through the Doorway and find Jorn, they are to bring him back to me here alive. He will die slowly for what he did to me. There is a cell in the dungeon awaiting him. His death will not be pretty.’
*
When Jorn reached London, it was still raining. He had been so sure of himself earlier after hearing the Black Rose song on the radio but now he doubted himself. What if it hadn’t been a sign but merely coincidence? Now that he was back in the city, he longed to see Amy again, longed to feel her soft body pressed against him.
His phone rang. The caller ID said it was Lee. Jorn put the call on speaker phone. ‘Hi, Lee.’
‘Jorn, it’s good to hear your voice. I’ve been out looking for you.’
‘I called the Director earlier. I’m coming home, don’t worry about me.’
‘Well that’s good. I’ve been all over the city tonight. I even visited your lady friend from the bookshop.’
‘Amy?’
‘Yeah.’
‘How did you find her?’
‘I just gave the details you told me to the guys in IT. They got an address.’
‘Where is it? Where does she live?’
‘Jorn, I don’t think that’s...’
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