Dark Sculptor: Dark Sculptor Novel 01

by D. R. Rosier

  “What do you think about all that?” I asked.

  Regina tilted her head, “That you’re a gentle man at heart, someone who wants to make life better for those around him. I also think when the time comes, you’ll make the right decision. I trust you James, I always will.”

  “The right decision?”

  Regina nodded, “To be a healer and a man that wants to live in peace, but also one that will protect others when evil men come to call.”

  I frowned, “How can you be so sure?”

  Regina laughed lightly, and looked amused.

  “How can you not, my love? You saved Saria from being raped last night, without a moment of hesitation. You didn’t know her, she’s an elf, and rape is fairly common in this world. You didn’t even question that the right thing to do was to stop those human men in defense of a kingdom’s enemy. How much more fiercely will you defend me, your future wife, and our children when we have them? A man of peace, but one that fight when there’s no other choice.”

  Her absolute faith in me, as usual, was humbling, I never wanted to let her down. At the same time, I saw her point, I didn’t even hesitate to step into danger to save Saria, who I didn’t know at the time. Yet, I hadn’t killed to do it. Maybe that was the answer, face evil with minimal force. The problem with that approach was, how many women would those four soldiers have raped after last night, if I’d left them alive. The government here was cruel and corrupt, and I’d have been named a traitor and subversive if they’d lived. The soldiers sure as hell wouldn’t have been punished.

  Would I be partially responsible for allowing that future evil, when I could have stopped it while protecting my loved one and a stranger who was a victim?

  On this world, justice was in everyone’s hands. Maybe that’s what terrified me, what right did I have to judge others, and pass a sentence on others as being evil and needing to be stopped permanently? More societal programming from my old world getting in the way of my new reality, or were my fears valid? There it had made sense, we had police, courts, and the corruption while there, was far less than here. There didn’t seem to be any laws here, outside of don’t get in the way of a noble. What was the saying? I didn’t make this world, I just had to live in it.

  If I did defend myself and others to that extent, would I remain a good man, or would it change me? Where were the lines supposed to be drawn? I didn’t think Saria was evil, but her version of self-defense was rather aggressive. She invaded Desal after all, but it was done to preempt humans that constantly invaded her forest. I really thought she was in the right, which didn’t change much for me, I was already against the king and the evils the kingdom did. Invading the forest to steal magical creatures was just one more thing to add to the list of the king’s depredations.

  Deep thoughts stayed with me for the rest of the afternoon, and my conversation with Regina was sparse.

  Eventually, the rain clouds gave way, and the sun came out in late afternoon.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The sparse woodlands had turned into what I’d consider forest in late afternoon, and I wondered if it was like this all the way to the great forest. I wondered what made the great forest great, was it the faerie magic?

  Saria held up a hand and looked into the trees as we stopped. She’d done it a few times already, so I wasn’t that worried. I was pretty sure she was communicating with her men somehow, but no matter how hard I looked into the trees I could never catch a glimpse of them.

  She looked back at us over her shoulder, and her voice was pure velvet, which told me we were in for some violence. Were the elves really that violent? I chose not to judge, their instincts were wired differently. Maybe their instincts just relaxed their bodies and made them limber, instead of charging them with fear and adrenaline, there could be other reasons too. There was no reason to interpret her warm tone of voice as bloodlust, just because it heralded violence.

  Saria really didn’t strike me that way anyway, I knew she wasn’t averse to killing enemies, but I didn’t think she got off on it either.

  “Eleven men have an ambush set up a little less than a mile ahead. We’re going to move forward and spring it, and my men will attack from behind when they’re completely focused on us. When I tell you, get off your horses and put your horses between you and the enemy. Don’t worry about their initial arrows, I will deflect any that would strike us with my magic. Understood?”

  I replied, “You’re in charge.”

  She smiled at me, and her eyes danced. It was the first time I’d seen her smile like that before, with cheer I mean, and her smile gave me a few very bad ideas. She was absolutely stunning, especially with the western sun on her face and hair.

  “I know I’m in charge, I was asking if you understood the plan.”

  Regina giggled and even I smiled at that. Sure, it tweaked my manhood a little, but I wasn’t a warrior and the only tactical plans I’d ever made were in surgery. I was an expert in saving lives, it didn’t bother me that I had to leave this kind of thing in a warrior’s hands.

  “Yes, wait for your signal, jump off the horses, and cower behind them.”

  Saria snorted, “I assume that cower part was a joke? Don’t do anything foolish, a lot of lives depend on you continuing to live. Let’s move.”

  Mostly a joke, I was nervous, more so for Regina and even Saria than for myself, but still nervous. I supposed if I wasn’t nervous, I’d be insane, no man should enter a battle without fear.

  The horses moved ahead at a slow trot. I knew the enemy was in front of us, but my back didn’t quite believe that, because there was a tingling between my shoulder blades. At least I wasn’t a big coward, a coward would have run.

  Men suddenly ran out of the woods, and onto the road ahead of us. They were all dressed in patchy leather armor, six of them had swords, three had bows, and one man had neither. He probably had magic then, well most people did, but his magic was probably dangerous.

  Saria said, “Now,” just as three of them loosed arrows at us.

  I slid off the horse, even as I saw Saria wave her hand and knock the arrows out of the air contemptuously. I got behind the horse, but could still sort of see over it.

  The man without weapons shot balls of fire out of his hands, and the seven men with swords charged after them.

  Saria danced out of the way of the fire balls, and shot an arrow that took the fire wielder in the throat. She dropped her bow and pulled her sword as the seven men were getting close. The fire balls came close to our horses, but missed and flew down the road behind us.

  I gave Regina a reassuring look, and winked, which drew a weak smile from her.

  I was worried about the three archers, but shouldn’t have been. The elven men melted out of the forest and took them silently from behind before they could knock another arrow. Three of them claimed the bows and quivers.

  It was seven against one, but only three of the men moved to attack Saria. I could tell any more than that and it would just be too crowded, and they’d get in each other’s way. The other four kept coming at us, but were now in range of my magic.

  I was able to put two asleep, as I heard Saria’s sword ring just ten feet ahead of me. I also heard bones crack, no doubt she was both fighting with her sword and magic against the three.

  Both of the remaining two men were upon us and rounding the horses, and both of them were hit by arrows shot from the elven men. One collapsed, shot through the heart, and the last was just injured with a shot through his shoulder, and lunged at me with a sword.

  I jumped back away from him and started to backpedal as he tried to run me down. I reached for him with my magic, but before I could put him to sleep, Regina lunged in from the side and touched his arm.

  The man screamed in torturous agony, and fell to the ground twitching, I put him to sleep as a mercy.

  I looked up into Regina’s eyes, and she looked horrified. I pulled her into my arms and held her, while Saria struck down her last op
ponent, and then her men melted back into the forest.

  Regina said, “I’ve never used pain before. I didn’t know…” she trailed off miserably.

  I caressed her back, “It’s okay, he was trying to kill me, and I can imagine what men like that would do to you.”

  She whispered, “I’m sorry, I was so scared he was going to kill you.”

  I held her as she cried on my shoulder, and I comforted her. I was unsure about using my magic to stop a heart, but hers was so much starker in its uses. She gave me pleasure often with it, but the pain aspect of her magic was terrible to behold. Still, it was better than her dying, or even being hurt. Ironic perhaps, that I had no moral qualms about her using her magic on evil men, when I was so loath to use my own which could be far more humane in handing out justice, in self-defense. I could offer a quick and clean death.

  I looked Saria in the eyes and nodded.

  Saria nodded back, her face emotionless in that moment, I couldn’t read her at all. She also finished off the three bandits that were sleeping, which I wasn’t sure how I felt about.

  Not that they didn’t deserve their deaths, they preyed on others, killed them to take what wasn’t theirs, and were evil men. No, it was the fact that I’d put them to sleep, and they were basically helpless. Just because I didn’t kill them personally, didn’t mean their blood wasn’t on my hands.

  I knew it was the right thing, but it was disturbing, and I knew their deaths were on my hands. That time, I’d known she’d finish them off, unlike the guards the previous night where I could claim ignorance as a defense. Worse, I felt like a coward, should I have just stopped their hearts myself? Why should Saria have to take three more lives onto her soul, to soothe my conscious?

  I didn’t know, my magic scared me sometimes, it could do miraculous things, but also terrible things.

  Regina pushed back, and gave me a grateful look. She kissed me softly, a vulnerable one as she melted against me, and then reluctantly moved over to her horse. I obviously wasn’t the only struggling with the moral uses of my magic.

  I helped Saria drag the bodies off the road, the wild animals in the forest would take care of them. We also stripped them of their valuables, they wouldn’t be needing them anymore. By the time we mounted up, we only went a couple of more miles before moving off the road, and setting up camp for the night.

  I moaned softly as I feasted on Regina. The fight and following adrenaline crash, as well as the joy of being alive, had sparked off a strong desire in me to make love to her. After dinner, I’d grabbed her hand and pulled her into the tent. She’d been more than willing as well, and I was happily teasing her folds with my tongue, while gripping her ass cheeks tightly with my hands to hold her bucking and arching body still.

  She was trembling, sighing, and gasping in pleasure, and I licked deeper inside of her, and grazed her clit with my wet tongue. There was something so intense about the way I looked up into her eyes, and watched them gaze down at me lovingly in pleasure, as bliss overwhelmed her body and mind. I wondered if she felt that same gentle awe and overwhelming emotions as I did when our roles were reversed, and she looked up into my eyes.

  “James!” she gasped my name like a prayer, and her hands gripped my hair tightly and pulled me against her trembling sex, while I lapped up my reward. She was delicious, and doing this for her made me so hard my cock hurt.

  Her hands loosened as her body started to come down, and I continued to lick her folds as she came down.

  She said, “Get up here.”

  I smirked, and started to kiss my way up her body, until I once again claimed her lips. She rolled, and I let her get away with it. I loved to watch her ride me, she was a goddess. The only position I liked more was doggie style, though that was for when we got a bit rougher.

  I gasped as she impaled herself on me, she was still incredibly tight, and it was hard to hold myself back as she worked her way down until our bodies were flush.

  She sat up straight, arched her back, and rode me in little swaying circles as her hand reached behind her to fondle my balls. Little sparks of pleasure went through my cock and balls like a wave of explosions, and I almost lost it. I would have lost it, if she hadn’t mastered her magic. She could not only give me pleasure, but she could also keep me from going over.

  I didn’t mind a little orgasm denial, she never teased me for too long, and the explosive rapturous bliss at the end was always worth it.

  She said, “I love you James. I still can’t believe you do that for me. I think you might be the only man on the continent that knows how to use his tongue.”

  I laughed, and then gasped as she dug her fingers into my chest, and pleasure rolled through my body in waves.

  “My pleasure love, trust me.”

  She smiled down at me, and then leaned down so her breasts were crushed against my chest, and her mouth was by my ears. She was still working me, twerking her hips slowly but firmly. The tight silken wet friction of her heaven was just incredible. She’d become incredible in bed in such a short time, perhaps the best sex I’d ever had, and when adding in her magic there was just no comparison.

  That wasn’t why I loved her, I wasn’t that shallow, but it did mean I was quite spoiled as far as our sex life went. If anything, she wanted sex more than I did, almost constantly, and I wondered if that wasn’t a side effect to her magic.

  She nibbled my earlobe, and stopped moving for a moment as she whispered in my ear.

  “Saria’s beautiful isn’t she, I noticed you looking at her quite a bit today. You want her, don’t you?”

  My first inclination as a man was to blow that off, especially since I was with my fiancé, but my traitorous cock twitched rather strongly inside her.

  She chuckled wickedly in my ear, “You pervert, you know that’s taboo here? You’d really fuck a sexy and beautiful elf, with that tight little ass, cute pert tits, and sexy pointed ears.”

  I was shocked at this point, why was she talking about this? At the same time, I was incredibly turned on by her sultry breathy whispers against my ear, and yes, by her suggestive words too. Saria had a tight and incredibly hot little body at five foot four, a perfectly proportional body, and exotically beautiful face. She was athletic and strong, but looked soft. That stronger musculature didn’t show, she looked in shape but soft, feminine, and sexy. Even delicate, though I knew it was far from the truth.

  Needless to say, thinking about all that while buried in heaven, and feeling Regina’s hot body against me, her sultry whispers in my ear as she gripped my cock with her sex, made me twitch even more powerfully inside of her this time.

  She whispered in mock sultry shock, “That’s so naughty love, an elf? Really? I hear elves are strong, and durable. I bet she likes it rough, likes to be pounded hard, I bet she’s a wild little fuck and could take a lot of punishment. Do you like that idea?”

  I twitched in her again, and she rewarded me with a tight squeeze of her pussy.

  She whispered, “My love, do you want to do that? Fuck that wild little sex pot right outside our tent?”

  I was drowning the pleasure she was giving me, confused as to why she was saying all this, and simultaneously turned way the fuck on by it. My fiancé was a wicked sexy woman, who was apparently quite determined to get me to branch out so to speak, or at least get my mind moving in that direction. It was odd, but also kind of hot. It felt wrong, but I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a part of me it appealed too. More societal programing? Was that why I thought it was wrong? Sure, there were a lot of things men did here that was wrong, but was having multiple wives and lovers one of them? My Regina didn’t seem to think so, and thought I was being silly.

  And I had to admit, it was very hard to argue against her considering the position she had me in at the moment. She was totally cheating. I didn’t believe for a second she’d approve Saria as a mate, or that Saria was interested in me, but that didn’t matter in this little game Regina was playing.

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p; My cock twitched again, and I gasped as she slowly started to ride me again.

  She bit my ear, and sighed against my neck as she kissed me below it. I drowned in pleasure, sensations, and not a little confusion even as her words were driving me crazy.

  She whispered throatily, “Show me love. Show me how you’d lose control and pound her sex.”

  I think I kind of lost it then, in the lust of the moment, and the taboo thrill of the picture she’d painted with the strikingly exotic and stunning elf just outside the tent, by the fire meditating.

  I gripped her ass and bent my knees, putting my feet flat on the ground for leverage, and started to pound up into Regina as hard and fast as I could. Which was very hard and fast as it turned out.

  She gasped in my ear, and twerk her hips hard on my cock, slamming herself down on me as I slammed into her.

  “Yes love, harder. Show me.”

  It was so wrong, but it was her fault I was picturing the tight little sexy body of an elf, and her little bubbled ass as I slammed my cock up into Regina over and over again.

  “Fuck,” I whispered, “Regina!”

  My confused and pleasure addled mind was thrilled I’d gotten the name right despite the haze of lust, imagination, and overwhelming desire I felt, as I started to empty myself deep inside my lover.

  Then I couldn’t think at all, as I felt her slam her magic into me, as she followed me into ecstasy…

  Chapter Fifteen

  The tent was warm, and we were both covered in sweat as she snuggled into my side. I felt sated, and content, and also a little freaked the fuck out.

  “What was that about?” I asked quietly.

  She kissed my shoulder, and nuzzled my chest.

  “Did I take that too far? A little fantasy can be fun, or so the other girls used to tell me.”

  I frowned, “You weren’t trying to make a point?”

  She put her arm on my chest, and then rested her chin on it.