Gasping, he managed to continue: “Ignore others and focus, right now, on what you feel. Do you want to fuck every day?”
Mary nodded. Her lips planted a feathery kiss on the tip of his cock.
“Suck?” Liam hissed.
“Oh yes,” Mary purred.
“Feel my hot fucking cum all over your face?” Liam hissed.
“God yes.”
Liam let go. His balls clenched and his climax – held back so long – smashed into him like a battering ram. Cum splashed against Mary’s cheek and she opened her mouth wide. Cum hit the roof of her mouth, filling it and going down her throat with an eager bob of her neck. She closed her mouth and giggled, her eyes closing as more cum splashed her face. She seemed to revele in the feeling of Liam cumming over her face. Some of his seed splashed down onto her breasts. Mary laughed, her mouth completely clean of any cum. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips clean as well.
Liam fell back onto the bed, panting.
Mary, meanwhile, was far from done. She scrambled onto the bed, her thighs spreading. “We’re being bad, might as well go all the way,” she purred.
“Not bad...” Liam mumbled, feeling utterly spent.
“I-” Mary stopped herself, her thighs spread to either side of Liam’s chest, the bed squeaking with her weight. She shook her head. “I know. And I think I might even agree. But right now? Right now, I’m a bad nun, who's doing wicked, sinful, naughty things.”
Liam grinned. “Like sitting on my face?”
Mary nodded. “Oh yes.”
Her thighs closed to either side of Liam’s head and he had a moment to reflect on the fact that his life, in some ways, was blessed. For all the danger, for all the grief, for all the pain, he was still a man who regularly had fantastically beautiful women sitting on his face. Liam’s nose rubbed against her clit as he leaned up and into her sex. His tongue darted out and he tasted her juices again. And he didn’t even need to lick a lizardman’s spunk out of her sex.
Not that he had hated that experience. But that was a thought he had never gotten around to examining.
It was for later.
When he wasn’t devouring forbidden fruit. His palms cupped and squeezed Mary’s rump, fingers sinking into her asscheeks as his tongue darted into her sex. His lips sucked on her pussy lips as her slightly spicy juices dripped into his mouth. His throat bobbed as he drank her with the same wild eagerness.
Mary provided all the encouragement Liam needed.
“Oh god, fucking yes. Oh Mary, oh Jesus, oh fuck!” she gasped, rocking her hips in time with every moan. Her juices flowed faster still as Liam tongued her, his palm slapped her rump. As if ordered by his hand to action, her tail wrapped around his cock. Squeezed the base. Liam felt his shaft hardening again as his tongue drew out of her sex. Panting, Mary lifted her thighs up, grinning down at him.
“Think you can just fuck my virgin pussy, Godkiller?”
Liam licked his lips. “You’re not a virgin,” he said.
“My followers don’t know that,” Mary said, sticking her tongue out at him. “The orgy’s a secret.”
“Bad nun!” Liam slapped her rump again.
“I know. And I love it,” Mary said, then sat back down. Once more, darkness surrounded Liam and all he could do was focus on the pussy before him. His other hand dipped down and caressed his own balls, squeezing them as he made sure his cock was as hard as could be. Mary moaned and mewled and even squeaked as she bucked her hips against his face. She didn’t seem to cum; rather, the pleasure she was feeling sounded as if it was getting more and more intense, but never hitting anything that Liam recognized as a climax.
Then Mary was falling forward. She slapped her palms into the wall, bending forward, her whole body screaming one thing: fuck me!
“Now,” Mary growled, looking over her shoulder. Still mostly in her nun outfit, her tail flicking up, revealing her sopping wet cunt. Liam didn’t wait. He pounced on her, his hands grabbing her hips. His cock touched her sex, making her squirm further. Then he plunged into her, right down to his balls. His shaft slapped against her belly and he knew he wouldn’t last more than a few minutes with this feeling.
Her cunt clenched on him like Meg’s – with an extra edge of fluttering skill that Meg simply didn’t have. Her tail wrapped around his throat, jerking him forward. It was as if the tail was saying something that Mary’s mouth couldn’t.
Fuck me.
Liam obliged. He didn’t try to hold back. He merely plowed into Mary, rocking the other girl against the wall. Her breasts bounced in a perfect circle as she was railed hard against the wall. Her gasping, moaning voice broke into a wail after the first few thrusts, her sex clenching on him again. Then, her fingernails digging into the wall, she said something that put Liam over the edge.
“Don’t - oh god - don’t pull out,” she gasped out.
Liam couldn’t have stopped himself if he wanted to. He plunged into her, thrusting so deeply that there was no way for either of them to be closer together physically. His hands wrapped around her belly and her breasts, holding her to him. He shuddered and pumped blast after blast of cum into her quivering, twitching pussy.
Slowly, the two of them fell backwards.
Mary panted, her palm spread across Liam’s chest.
“Oops,” she said, sounding oddly not guilty. Liam laughed, quietly.
“That’s one way to raise morale.”
“Ahem,” Loki said.
Mary squeaked and grabbed the thin sheet, yanking it over her body – if she hadn’t been born ruby red, Liam was fairly sure she’d have turned the same shade she was naturally. Thanks to the sweat that sheened along her skin, using a silken sheet to cover her modesty did less to protect her than anything Liam could have thought with. The material clung to her every curve, and was soon nearly translucent. Her nipples thrust through – dark black and inviting.
“I’ve come back with intelligence,” Loki said. “But, ah, by all means, don’t stop on my account.”
“You waited till we were done, didn’t you?” Liam asked, trying to sound blasé.
“Well, how could I interrupt ‘oh god, Liam, I want to feel your cum fill my pussy’?” Loki said with a grin. As she spoke, she shifted from her valkyrie form to her normal human one. “And besides. Once you hear what I have to say, you...” She paused. “Won’t be in the mood anymore.”
“Why?” Liam asked.
Loki’s voice was soft. “They’re bearing a weapon that I’ve only read about in your works. Something even your people say is impossible to recreate.” She paused. “Greek fire.”
“Shit,” Liam hissed.
“What’s Greek fire?” Mary asked. As she spoke, she grabbed a pillow and used it to try and give herself more modesty.
“Uh, we’re not sure,” Liam said. “It was a state secret of the Byzantium empire. It was such a good state secret that we don’t know how to make it or even what it is. We have a lot of ‘it might be this,’ but nothing definite as far as I know.” He shook his head. “It burns on water. In fact, splashing water on it might actually just make the situation worse.”
“Well, they have it by the cartloads,” Loki said. “They said that the best artisans of Olimurias worked around the clock for three days to make it, using spells and the threat of Sysminor’s swords to keep them at it.”
Liam nodded, his mind buzzing.
“Okay,” he said. “Mary. I need you to get dressed and get to work. We have to be ready.”
Mary blushed, her cheeks turning almost black. She forced herself up, her head held high. She looked as dignified as she could, considering she was dressed in a sheet and nothing else.
“I want you to get the city training. Any fire they drop needs to be doused not in water, but in sand. We need buckets of the stuff,” he said. “On every corner. Every house, even. Extra people near the gunpowder factory. We need tarps over the gunpowder factory, shields doused in water to keep from catching, so we have ti
me to throw sand on them.”
“Got it,” Mary said. She paused, then glared at Loki. Loki was clearly leering at her. “Do you mind?”
“No, the view is-”
“Loki,” Liam said, his voice flat.
Loki pouted, then turned and left.
Mary blushed. Her tail lashed from side to side. “Do you mean what you said?” she asked.
“About this being okay?” Liam asked. “Yes. I...” he paused. “Thanks, Mary. I needed that.”
Mary blushed. “I need to think about the theological implications. But, ah, speaking right now?” She bit her lip, sharp fangs glinting. “I fucking loved it.” She grinned at him.
Then she turned and left.
Liam smiled.
They had work to do. But…
He had a good feeling.
***
The sun kindled.
And the valkyrie swept forward. They had been in just the right position, readied and hidden by the darkness. Their wings spread and shot forward, hundreds of them. Their formation was quite clever: they had people at the front with shields up to ward off arrows, while other pairs were holding large canisters of Greek fire on rope.
The only problem was Babylon was ready for them.
Cannons. Muskets. Spears. All of them aimed skywards, gleaming in colors of blue and bronze.
“Fire!” the sergeants bellowed. Muskets and cannons spoke, filling the air with smoke and fire and shot. And the valkyrie flapped upwards, their wings beating, their voices crying out in alarm. Several dropped into the water before the harbor, and one canister of Greek fire struck the water and started to burn, spreading a smear of orange across the water. But most of the tribe had been far enough that the canister and the Minié balls missed entirely.
They soared up and over the wall, circling overhead. Liam shouted.
“Reload!”
The valkyrie started to drop their canisters. They tumbled down. One smashed into a house. Flames exploded outwards and started to burn. Screams rose. Others fell nearer to the gunpowder works. None struck. Driven by desperation, the Cross Guard started to fire in a ragged pattern. A few valks dropped but most of them continued to circle. More Greek fire slammed into the ground. More fires.
Liam scowled. “Volley fire! Volley fire!”
He watched as people ran along the street, dragging buckets of sand. They were flung forward and the sand rushed over the fire. Smoke continued to trail into the air.
“Grandfather!”
Liam spun around. A Cross Guard was taking aim at the valkyrie winging towards the city. Liam shoved himself forward and elbowed the crystal musket to the ground. It discharged and the air filled with smoke – but despite the smoke, Liam was cheering.
Meg pumped her wings as she shot towards the city. She carried herself upwards to be on the same level as the other valks, and leveled her sword at the circling tribe.
“I, Proudfeather of the Olympus Tribe, call upon the rites of combat. You are a fool, a traitor, and a fiend, Grandfather Skyheart, and I swear by the name of my mother and my father and by the gods themselves, I will see your head mounted above my bed tonight!” she grinned. “And then you can watch me make love to my husband from the gates of Hades itself!”
It seemed as if the entire city had gone silent. Even the fires were holding their breath. Liam had never heard Meg shout quite so loudly before. I guess that’s what a flier’s lung capacity is.
A blond figure detached itself from the formation as Liam did a double take.
“Did she say-”
“You. Don’t. Know. What. You. Are. Doing!” the leader of the valk tribe bellowed. His wings beat erratically, as if he was barely able to contain his rage. “Cease this foolishness immediately, Proudfeather!”
“So, you refuse my challenge, then?” Meg asked, sneering.
Liam yanked his telescope off his belt. He extended it and looked up. The valk leader definitely looked like an older, more male form of Meg, though his chin was broader, and his hair was closer to white than blond. He also looked like he was chewing crystal.
“I am offering you-”
“I’m sorry, I don’t accept mercy from someone who lights children on fire,” Meg snarled.
The valks hovered overhead. A single musket shot went off – and Liam didn’t even have to bellow an order. One of his sergeants cuffed the Cross Guard in question.
Skyheart trembled.
“Fine,” he bellowed. “What is your weapon of choice?”
“A landling’s sword,” Meg said.
“You want to match a landling’s sword against my eight-sided blade?” Skyheart sounded incredulous. “My granddaughter, I don’t-”
“My choice is final,” Meg said, her arms crossed over her chest.
“Fine!” Skyheart bellowed. “It breaks my heart to do this, Proudfeather.”
Meg chuckled. Then she casually tossed her sword to the side. It flipped and spun through the air, the bronze blade glinting in the sunlight that shone down from overhead. The entire valk tribe seemed to draw in their breath as Skyheart pulled a hilt from his belt. A moment later, a blade made of pure light leaped from his hilt.
Was that... a lightsabre? Liam thought. I really need to ask Meg more about her culture...
Then Meg snapped her wings shut and dove. Liam’s hand moved before he had processed the thought, closing around his longsword. His blade flashed with magical light, the enchantment that Brigid had placed on it still strong and true.
He tossed it up, handle first, and whooped as Meg caught it from his hand.
Her wings fanned open and she darted upwards, spinning around.
Steel met sunlight and sparks filled the air. The two valks shot away from one another with a resounding boom. A ripple rushed through the air and sent up a spray of dust. Liam lifted his hand to keep grit from his eyes, his heart in his throat. Meg’s arm moved with unerring speed and precision, her wings beating in a pattern that counterpointed the movement of her blade. Delenn sang with the impact and the eight-sided blade crackled and snarled like water being dumped onto a hot frying pan.
Skyheart beat backwards to evade a strike and cried out. His shin dripped blood.
The Cross Guard cheered.
“Meg! Meg! Meg! Meg!” several people started chanting.
Skyheart bellowed in inarticulate rage. He beat his wings hard, his blade whirring as he hacked and slashed at Meg. His motions were uncontrolled – and yet still graceful as he used his momentum and the fact that he and Meg were technically in free fall to bring his blade in directions that no human swordsman could match.
Meg, meanwhile, matched blow for blow, parry for parry. The two broke away. Their wings beat and they banked around one another. Liam brought his telescope up again and looked closer at Skyheart. It was hard to track the valk, but he could see that the asshole was definitely looking wary. Then the two valkyrie shot together again. Liam had to lower his telescope just to watch. Their blades met again and again and again.
They looked perfectly matched. Meg might be stronger and faster and younger, but her opponent seemed to have enough skill to make up for it. Liam felt his heart clench.
Meg was starting to look tired. Even at a distance, even moving with blinding speed, he knew her well enough to spot the signs that she was getting to the edge of her energy. He had fucked her to that point often enough. How far had she flown, without rest, without food, to catch up with her tribe?
Meg seemed to realize that at the same time. But rather than look desperate or angry... Meg looked overjoyed. She was positively beaming. She darted forward again and then rebounded away from Proudfeather’s parry. Her wings half folded and she skimmed to the side, swooping over the wall. Several guards cried out and hit the deck.
Meg arrowed her wings down, then plunged into the water, vanishing under the waves. Skyheart flapped backwards in surprise, blood dripping down his ankle. Everyone tensed, leaning forward. Skyheart looked left, then right, his ey
es wide. Liam felt his heart leap into his throat. He had never felt more powerless.
What was Meg doing?
More red dripped into the harbor.
A shuffling sound from behind him drew Liam’s attention for a moment. He saw Artemis walking forward, her bow in one hand. Liam was too nervous, too on edge, to even care.
“Where is she?”
Liam shook his head. “Can you see her?”
A fin broke the surface, swimming through the bloody water. Skyheart shook his head and snorted. “It seems she over-estimated her-”
The water fountained upwards. Meg burst out of the sea holding a very confused shark above her head. With a grunt, she beat her wings, sending herself up with a spray of water. The momentum gave her a perfect chance to throw.Skyheart looked so shocked that it was almost comical.
Then the shark slammed into him, mouth first.
To his credit, Skyheart got his sword up and the shark fell back into the sea in huge chunks, but gore caked Skyheart, covering his eyes. His wings were out of position and he started to lose altitude. Meg pumped her wings once, shooting forward, sword tip first.
The stone of the harbour walls crunched with the impact. Skyheart gaped, transfixed. Right below where Liam was standing.
Meg grinned and jerked the eight-sided blade from her grandfather's twitching hand Then, with a single stroke, she beheaded him.
Meg rose into the air, panting, her grandfather’s head in her hand.
“I am now the queen of this fucking tribe and my first order is,” she said, her voice ragged and filled with pants, “Stand the fuck down.”
Liam slowly relaxed against the wall.
And with that, the battle for Babylon was over.
Eight
“So, two new notches on your belt?” Meg asked, her finger twirling around some of Liam’s sweat dampened hair. Liam laughed, his voice slightly shaky. His hand reached down and squeezed Meg’s firm rump, reveling in the fact he could feel her again. That he could feel every inch of her pressing to him. Her nipples, her pubic feathers, her wings. Being able to breathe her in with every panting, gasping moment. She nuzzled his chest. “I’m offended. Here I was, in jail, being tormented by vicious brutish lizardmen, and here my philandering husband-”
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