by Tyler Wild
I was on the verge of popping, but I figured I should save myself for Cassandra.
Sophia rolled aside, and I slipped into her place, hovering above the elf. My hips ground against her pelvis.
She moaned with pleasure.
I kissed her lips, and I felt a tingle run down my spine. Her wet core yearned for me. I kissed her neck and nibbled at her Elven earlobe.
In a breathy moan she whispered, “I want you.”
She grabbed hold of me and guided me inside.
Her Elven magic was sweet and tight. Our hips rocked back and forth, and she arched her chest. Her perfectly shaped breasts jiggled with each thrust.
She wrapped her legs around me and spurred me on. Her pleasures were sublime.
Sophia and Lily watched, sometimes pleasuring themselves, sometimes pleasuring each other.
It was crazy.
I had never experienced anything like this during all my exploits. I couldn’t say which girl I enjoyed more. Each was special and unique. Lily’s naughty innocence. Sophia’s uninhibited pursuit of pleasure. Cassandra’s elegant sensuality.
Our sweaty bodies slid against one another, and our hips collided in a frenzy until we both released our passions.
Completely spent, I rolled aside and gasped for breath. The girls all cuddled around me, and the soothing warmth of ecstasy covered us like a blanket. Sleep came quickly, and I dreamt of my beautiful girls.
35
Kron
This had to be a dream. Some type of fairy-induced hallucination.
I lay back, staring at the stars, completely drained. There wasn’t any fluid left in my body. I had never experienced pleasure on that level. Every receptor in my brain was flooded with happy chemicals. My body buzzed with warmth as the three hotties cozied up to me.
We drifted off to sleep in our protective bubble. The morning came all too soon. It was like waking up from a night of heavy drinking where you weren’t exactly sure what happened the night before. And that eerie feeling that you may have done more than you should. It was like we were all drunk on fairy energy.
I peeled open my eyes and gazed at the magnificent curves that surrounded me. Surprisingly, I was ready to go again, but the task at hand demanded my attention. There would, hopefully, be time for more debauchery later.
Lily stretched and opened her bright eyes. “Morning,” she said, then kissed me.
“Good morning.”
“Did you have fun last night?”
“Do you need to ask?”
She smiled. “Just making sure.”
Cassandra woke up, and I could tell she was embarrassed. She quietly got dressed, avoiding making eye contact with anyone. It was the morning of shame.
Sophia, on the other hand, woke completely refreshed. She smiled at me with a lascivious grin, then gazed to Cassandra. “Morning.”
“Morning,” Cassandra muttered, still not making eye contact.
Sophia chuckled.
Cassandra folded the hammock and stuffed it into her bottomless bag.
Lily retrieved her stone and extinguished the blue flame.
“I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m starving,” I said, yawning.
"There is a berry patch not far from here," Lily said.
I knew berries could be hit or miss. Pick the wrong one, and it could be your last meal. I guess my hesitation was apparent on my face because Lily said, “They're safe. I promise."
I figured she had no reason to lie to us, and if she wanted to do us harm she had ample opportunity last night. There was also the prideful part of me that refused to believe she would wish me ill after our sexual adventure.
We followed Lily through the maze of craggy trees. The forest looked a lot less ominous this morning. The initial fear had worn off. We had survived the night, and like with anything dangerous, you tend to grow numb to it. Often times that can lead to complacency. And that can be your undoing.
It took us an hour to reach the berry patch. Lily picked a few and gobbled them down. "These red ones with blue leaves are safe to eat. Anything else…" she made a knife motion across her neck, as if slitting her own throat.
"Be careful,” she added. “There are red ones with green leaves that look very similar. No good.“
She handed me a few berries, and I surveyed them cautiously. Perhaps she had grown an immunity towards them? Maybe the fairy’s digestive system was entirely different from ours? Through no fault of her own, she could have been handing me a berry that was perfectly safe for her to eat, but lethal for me.
“Have you ever seen humans eat these before?" I asked.
She shook her head. "We fairies have been eating them for as long as we’ve been in the forest. They were here before the darkness came. Somehow they managed to survive."
It was a small reassurance.
I decided to risk it and gobbled one down. It was sweet and slightly tangy. It reminded me somewhat of a cherry without the pit. The juicy fruit sloshed across my tongue as I chewed it.
I picked a few more, and the girls looked at me like I was crazy. I offered them some, but they declined.
I smiled. "Well, if I'm dead in a few hours, you all will know it was the berries."
Lily drew close to me and put her hand on my chest. "I would never do anything to harm you."
She rested her head against my chest and held onto me affectionately. I could feel her radiant love flow into me. It felt genuine, despite having known her for less than a day. As she said, fairy's give their heart freely—and too soon. Lily had given hers to me.
We continued our journey through the forest. We weren’t far from our destination when things got ugly.
36
Kron
I’m not sure how they found us. But it wouldn’t have taken much to deduce our destination. Malvina had to have known where I was heading. She was smart and knew of the various witches and warlocks in the area. Her undead knights were relentless in their quest. Once given a target, they would never cease to pursue it until the target no longer lived.
The undead emerged from the thick forest and surrounded us. With blades drawn, the withered creatures closed in.
We drew our swords and prepared for battle.
Fear filled Lily’s eyes. It quickly turned to rage.
Adrenaline pumped through my veins. I gripped Asgoth tight, ready to unleash his fury.
Swords clashed as the sacks of bones attacked. We were outnumbered, and these warriors were no slouches.
The clank and clamor of battle echoed throughout the forest. I deflected one blow, then twisted to deflect another. I stumbled back from the blow, then regained my footing.
A demon charged.
As did his comrade.
The knight hacked at me again.
I blocked his blow with my sword, and my forearm rattled. I batted his sword away and kicked him in the chest, sending him crashing to the dirt.
His comrade swiped at me, the blade swishing through the air.
I leaned back avoiding the razor-sharp edge.
I sliced across and severed the demon’s head. It tumbled through the air and rattled inside his demonic helmet as it smacked the ground. His headless body collapsed to the dirt.
The demons didn’t technically die. They were already dead. And their bodies kept squirming. But without their heads, they were no longer a threat.
Another demon charged. We exchanged a few blows, and I dispatched him in a similar manner.
Then another demon came at me.
I glanced to the girls. They had their hands full. We were well outnumbered.
Lily rose into the air, hovering above the fray. She closed her eyes and focused her energy.
Suddenly, a blinding flash of light emanated from her body. It was like a supernova.
It disoriented the demons, blinded by the stunning light.
I took full advantage of the opportunity. With speed and fury I wielded my sword with deadly precision, hacking off the heads of th
e undead warriors as they blindly fumbled.
Within moments, the slain carcasses of the demons littered the dirt.
But I wasn’t quite fast enough.
Sophia exchanged chaotic blows with the last remaining demon. It got the better of her, knocking her blade away and slashing at her delicate skin. The demon’s sharp blade raked across her chest, carving a deep chasm.
Vibrant blood spewed from the wound, and I could see the white bone of her ribs exposed.
I lopped off the demon’s head before it could cause further damage.
My heart sank, and my stomach twisted in knots. I ran to her aid and knelt beside her, clutching the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.
Even if the blood loss was minimal, and the wound superficial, the poison from the demon’s blade would be fatal. It was only a matter of time.
Sophia groaned in agony. With each pulse of her heartbeat, blood spurted from the wound. It was warm and trickled through my fingers, staining the dirt. I tried to reassure her, “You’re going to be okay.”
I knew she wasn’t.
Cassandra rushed to her aid, and took my place, rubbing her healing hands over the wound. She closed her eyes and healing energy vibrated through her. Just as she had healed me, she healed Sophia.
But she couldn’t extract the demonic poison.
The strain was so great, Cassandra passed out, collapsing beside Sophia.
Lily watched with mortified eyes.
Sophia sat up and felt the wound which was now nothing more than crusted blood. Her concerned eyes gazed at Cassandra. “Is she going to be okay?”
“I hope so,” I said in a solemn tone.
I wasn’t sure how to break the news to Sophia that she wasn’t out of the woods yet.
The bodies of the fallen demons writhed around us, clawing at the ground, squirming like worms.
I scooped Cassandra in my arms and carried her away from the area. Lily and Sophia followed.
“What were those things?” Lily asked. “I’ve never seen them in the forest before.”
“Pray you never see them again,” I muttered.
“The light that came from your body,” Sophia said, “What was that?”
“It was the pure light of love,” Lily said. “Blinding to evil. We fairies have an abundance of love.”
I continued until I found a place that looked safe for us to stop. I let Cassandra rest, and she slept for several hours. When she awoke, her foggy eyes gazed around, confused. She clutched her head as if dealing with a throbbing headache. “Don’t tell me. I remember. Demons attacked?” Then her eyes found Sophia, and a wave of realization washed over her face. “Are you okay?”
Sophia nodded. “I’m fine. Good as new. Thank you,” she said in the most sincere tone that had I had ever heard escape her lips.
“She’s… sort of… fine,” I mumbled.
Sophia arched a curious eyebrow at me. “What do you mean?”
I explained the situation to her.
She looked crestfallen. Her body sagged, and her eyes drooped. She had a pity party for a few moments, then perked up. “Well, everybody’s gonna die sometime. How much time do I have?”
37
Kron
"I don't know. Could be hours. Could be days, could be weeks." My words weren't comforting.
Sophia slouched. “Well, fuck me,” she said in a long exasperated breath.
There was a solemn pause.
“Shit happens,” Sophia said, trying to brush it off. “Let’s find the witch and get shit taken care of. I’m running out of time.”
Cassandra still looked a little groggy.
“You up to traveling?” I asked.
“Like the lady said, time is running out.”
I helped Cassandra to her feet, and we continued toward the dark castle. Its tall spires were in view over the crooked branches of the trees. It was constructed from slick black stone that glimmered in the light. Black birds circled the gothic palace. It looked ominous and inspired dread. Nothing good could come of that place. Yet, the sorceress inside held the keys to defeating Evron and his dragon.
At least, I hoped she did.
The castle sat on the edge of a deep canyon, perched atop a column of rock. It was accessible via a narrow stone bridge that looked on the verge of crumbling away at the slightest provocation. Across the bridge, jagged steps led to the main entrance.
I paused at the edge of the canyon. “You all can stay here, if you’d like. I’ll go by myself. I see no reason for all of us to have contact with an evil sorceress.”
“We’re not letting you go by yourself,” Cassandra said.
“I think at this point, we’re all in this together,” Sophia added.
Lily smiled. “I agree.”
Their support felt good. I didn’t want to put them in jeopardy, but it was nice to know they were willing to stand by my side.
I led the way across the narrow stone bridge. When I say narrow, I mean narrow. It was a little wider than the width of my foot. The canyon floor was at least a thousand feet below. The slightest gust of wind could put you off balance and send you plummeting to your doom.
I tried not to think about it. I walked normally. The girls followed behind. Elves are known for their grace and poise, so I wasn’t worried about Cassandra. Sophia had the balance of a cat and could probably traverse a thin wire with ease. Lily didn’t bother to touch the ground and had no risk of falling.
I climbed the uneven steps to the main entrance and stood in the archway marveling at the 20 foot tall doors that culminated in a sharp point. The metal knocker on the door was a grotesque figure. Gargoyles towered over head, warding off unwanted spirits. I wondered what kind of spirits would be unwanted around here?
I rapped on the door, and the knocking echoed throughout the cavernous interior. I gave a wary glance to my compatriots. It seemed like a bad idea to bang on a witch’s door.
Just plain stupid.
But, like I said, I’ve never been accused of being the sharpest tool in the shed. Sometimes you have got to do what you’ve got to do.
I knocked again and after a few moments, the massive door swung open. The creaking echoed throughout the cavernous space inside. At first, I thought the doors had opened by themselves.
Some sort of magic.
Then I looked down and saw a small goblin struggling with the heavy door. He looked up at me with big eyes, his long crooked nose leading his face. He had long pointy ears and green skin that was reminiscent of a frog. "What do you want?"
“I would like to speak with Phaedra,” I said.
"Who's calling?"
"Kron, of Pernberry."
The goblin scrunched his face as if my name sounded funny to him. The little monster surveyed me curiously. He seemed to recognize Lily.
"Wait here?"
The goblin spun around and marched to a spiral stairwell and climbed the tower. I could hear his feet slap against the stone as he wound his way up the stairs, slipping into the darkness.
Blue flames flickered from wall sconces. It was similar to the stone the fairy had used to make the campfire.
He returned a few moments later. “Phaedra will see you now."
He waved us inside and struggled to close the door behind us. I lent a hand, and the little creature glared at me. "I'm fully capable of doing it myself."
"I'm sure you are.”
The heavy door slammed shut and clamored throughout the castle.
"This way," the goblin said, leading us up the staircase.
We spiraled around, finally reaching the top of the tower. My chest heaved for breath, and my quads burned. It was a tall tower, and after a long journey it was exhausting.
The goblin led us down a hallway and pulled open a door, ushering us into the witch’s chamber.
I was expecting to find a craggy old woman with a wart on her nose and skin sagging from brittle bones. I didn't expect to find a voluptuous vixen with porcelain skin and an hourglass fi
gure, most of which was on full display.
She wore a black gown that hugged her curvaceous form. A V-neck plunged to her belly button, revealing sumptuous breasts that looked like they were going to burst free at any moment.
She didn't wear a bra, and her nipples announced her presence through the tight fabric. She had raven black hair with a tinge of blue, and pale green eyes. She had long black fingernails, and her ruby red lips were made for one thing.
The chamber was filled with macabre art and grotesque statues. A black four post canopy bed was the focal point of the chamber.
“Madam Phaedra, I present to you Kron of Pernberry." The little goblin rolled his eyes and left the chamber.
"I've been expecting you," she said.
"I would hope so. You wouldn't be much of a sorceress if you didn't have the gift of clairvoyance."
In most circumstances she would have been irritated by my response, but she arched an amused eyebrow.
38
Kron
“So you want to slay a dragon?” the witch said.
“Something like that,” I replied.
“And take back your kingdom?”
I nodded.
“Why should I help you?”
“A dragon in the hands of a tyrant is an enemy of us all.” I paused. “But I suppose, since you’ve foreseen all of this, you’ve already made your decision?”
Phaedra grinned. “I have.”
“Shall we dispense with the dance and get down to business?” I said.
“But I like the dance.” She smiled. “The thrill of the chase is half the fun, isn’t it?”
There was a seductive tone in her voice.
I’d certainly like to chase her.
“Fine,” Phaedra sighed. “We’ll skip the foreplay. In order to slay the dragon, you will need to complete three quests. They will not be easy. Should you defy the odds and obtain the objects I desire, I will bestow upon you the power to defeat the dragon.”