“I could tell that Astra holds you in high regard,” Nathan drawled, his head in one palm.
“Goddess, you still think we know each other? You’re so full of shit.” Nurevia grinned. “You couldn’t even touch me yourself.”
“Uh huh. You realize nobody is coming for you, right?” Nathan said flatly.
She blinked in confusion.
“Your friend ran away, but no guards came. Astra arrived too quickly. She probably detected your gems activating.” Or she had felt Narime’s or Nathan’s magic despite his attempts to hide it.
That possibility greatly concerned him.
“In the end, you’re in my bedroom, surrounded by my Champions, on a floor completely devoid of dark elf guards, while inside a country that would slap a slave collar on you if it didn’t make them look weak.” Nathan’s gaze pierced Nurevia, and she shuffled uncomfortably, unable to look him cleanly in the eye. “Tell me what you’re doing here, Nurevia. Before I go tell Astra that you’ve disappointed her even more.”
“How the fuck do you even know anything about that?” Nurevia shouted. “How do you know about me? About Astra? Why does she and everybody else think you’re such hot shit? What in the name of the goddess happened to you after Tharban kicked you out?”
Narime stood up and took a seat. The rest of his Champions watched quietly, although their gazes fell on Nathan.
He sighed.
“That doesn’t matter to you right now,” he said. “I have a duty to the Empire to carry out, and you’re getting in my way. Tell me what you’re doing here.”
Nurevia gulped as she finally looked him in the eye. Fei’s hands wandered across his crotch, and he didn’t push her away this time.
“Is the fox using some sort of spatial spell to make your balls fit in your pants?” the dark elf asked. “Because I don’t know how you fit balls the size of your head in them.”
“Do you have a thing for massive balls?” he asked drily.
“No, but I do have a thing for men with massive balls.” She grinned at him.
“I guess we know where Tharban’s brain ended up,” Narime said, and Seraph smirked in response.
Nurevia ignored them. “When Tharban kicked you out, you were an angry little boy desperate for revenge. I figured you’d become something fun to play with, especially after you joined the academy. This is different. You have more steel and fire in you than I ever thought possible. For somebody who was so soft, you became such a hardass. You even have women drooling over your cock while you interrogate me. Do you know who you remind me of?”
Fei stuck her tongue out at Nurevia, but she did stop trying to free Nathan’s dick from his pants.
“Not this again,” Nathan said. “Seraph says that I’m Torneus. The Emperor wants me to be Leopold.” Ciana’s eyes widened at his words, but he kept talking. “You think I’m Tharban. What’s next, Princess Charlotte shows up and says I’m her father?”
“You carry your age well if that’s the case,” Seraph said. “Unlike this old witch.” She jabbed a thumb toward Narime, who slapped her hand down in response.
“Oh, no. You’re not your daddy,” Nurevia purred.
Nathan raised an eyebrow.
“Tharban’s all heat and bluster. An angry man who needs to constantly remind people of how great he is, because he’s terrified that others will forget if he doesn’t slap his dick in their face all the time.” Nurevia sneered.
“Yet he’s the man who holds your leash,” Nathan said. “And who you let hold your leash.”
She glared at him. “Again, how do you know this?”
He didn’t answer.
Huffing, Nurevia countered, “He was my choice. The Spires are full of men, but they’re all terrified of Champions. The Bastions are all male, so the Champions are female. And the Bastions have so many of us that they pick and choose which they care about. It’s so stifling here. The men fear me, the Bastions ignore me, the women sneer at me, and the nobles see me as a pawn.”
Nathan nodded. “Astra’s Bastion—I forget his name—has over thirty Champions, doesn’t he?”
“I don’t know. I left.” Nurevia shrugged. “But he had forty before I did. Maybe some died in the cascade. But while I was under him, there was nobody interesting. So I left and found Tharban. A man who hated everything that I represented. He was everything I wanted when I was young and dumb.”
“You say that like you’re still not young and dumb,” Narime said. “If you were smarter, you would have left him long ago.”
Nathan stepped in before the women started arguing again. “So, who do I remind you of, if not Tharban?”
“The Council.”
He blinked. Then he ran his hands over his head, making a show of checking for piercings. “None of you pierced my eyes while I slept? I’m not going to step into the shower and find a ring through my balls, right?”
Giggles ran through the room.
“Funny,” Nurevia said. “But tell me: if it benefited you, would you throw me off this tower and let me plummet to my death? If I don’t tell you anything, will you have your little cat turn me into ash and then convince Astra not to say anything?”
Nathan’s breath caught at her words. They hit harder than he liked.
“I thought so,” she said, grinning. “That’s the difference. Tharban is all bark. You are all bite. If I get in your way, you will destroy me. You killed Theus and his Champions in a single fight. The other Bastions and Champions in the Empire are terrified of you. If they get in your way, will you show up with a kill squad of Champions and take their binding stone off them? Will you brutally crush all of Princess Alice’s opponents?”
Nathan clenched his fists.
“Nathan wouldn’t—” Ciana tried to say, standing up.
Seraph placed a hand on her shoulder. Ciana froze and looked around in confusion. While Fei looked as confused as Ciana, Narime’s expression was grim.
“Narime, Fei, keep an eye on her,” Nathan said, standing up.
He walked out of the room with Seraph. Nurevia shouted insults at him, but he shut the door behind him.
A few moments later, Ciana opened it and slipped outside as well. Nathan let her join him and Seraph as they walked to the nearby common room in silence.
Sighing, Nathan flopped onto one of the recliners. Seraph pulled up a chair next to him, while Ciana made tea for all of them. Coffee was rarely drunk within the Spires, so he made do with their many varieties of flavorsome milk tea. He cast wards around them.
“You know how to deal with her,” Seraph said while Ciana was away.
“I don’t like her,” Nathan said.
“No, I think you do. You just dislike the way she pushes your buttons. If Ciana hadn’t interrupted, you would have given her what she wants,” Seraph replied.
“Maybe.” He sighed. “I’m usually good at backing off. I thought I was used to this game, but now I realize she probably held back in my world.”
“How did you even end up with a bitch like her? You sounded too weak and inexperienced for her tastes. No offense.”
He laughed. “I say that about my younger self all the time, so none taken.”
Ciana returned with the tea before he began his explanation. Her blonde horse ears sat flat against her head the entire time, and she said nothing. Nathan wanted to apologize, but he knew there would be a better time after he finished with Nurevia.
“After the Empire fell, Nurevia ended up in a bad state. Tharban and most of his Champions died pointlessly. Trafaumh, Falmir, and the Federation carved up the Empire. She couldn’t go back to the Spires and she lacked a Bastion. For whatever reason, she ended up fighting Trafaumh instead of joining them,” he explained.
“Was that normal?” Seraph asked.
“Both Jafeila and Narime joined Trafaumh after their nations fell. Jafeila after the Empire, and Narime after the Federation.” He ran a hand through his hair at the memories of the time when neither were by his side.
“Wait, y
ou didn’t mention that before,” Seraph said, leaning backward in surprise. “Nathan, who were your Champions for most of your life?”
He winced. Whoops.
“I came from Falmir. Naturally, I had a brand new Champion. Her name was Vala. Feisty woman with red garnets,” he said, not meeting their eyes. “Because Fei was on the frontline, she joined Trafaumh. While I knew her pretty well, she only joined me after she became a trigem Champion. Narime… she became my Champion briefly, but took it hard when we failed to save the Federation. We joined back up pretty fast, though.”
Ciana coughed, then shrunk in on herself when they looked at her. “Um, what about me?”
Nathan smiled at her. “You joined me very early. Both you and Sen have been with me since my early days.” Then he looked away, as he remembered what happened at the end.
“Nathan, um…” the horsegirl began to ask.
Seraph interrupted. “And Nurevia? She joined you sometime before the Federation fell?”
“Yes. She actually liked the fact I was young and naïve. For years, she enjoyed taking the lead in bed.” He shrugged. “As I got older, her tastes returned to what Tharban taught her. She knew how to push my buttons and make me… use her.”
“Ah. This time, you’re already the experienced Bastion, and she wants you to give her the full course right from the start.” Seraph shook her head. “Like I said, you know how to deal with her. She won’t talk normally.”
He clicked his tongue. “I won’t play her stupid game. But…”
Both women stared at him. Without saying another word, he stood up and returned to his bedroom. He shooed everybody out, except for Nurevia. Then he untied her legs, but left her arms done up.
He sat down on the bed, legs spread.
“What, do you want me to crawl around for you?” Nurevia laughed.
She wiggled her ass against the tiled floor. Her vest and hot pants left little to the imagination, given they barely covered her crotch and breasts to begin with.
Nathan undid his pants and his dick flopped out. Fei’s earlier attention meant it was a decent size, but he was a long way from an erection.
“Well, this is what you want, isn’t it?” he said, with no emotion in his voice.
“You keep talking as though you know me,” Nurevia growled, although her fingers twitched and her eyes remained fixed on his flaccid member. “You don’t.”
“I do. You want me to do things to you that I don’t want to do. Instead, I’m going to offer you a deal. It’s the best deal you’ll get, as I don’t think you actually want to sit in an urn in Astra’s room,” Nathan said.
Nurevia shuddered at the implied threat. When Nathan didn’t say anything more, she said, “Fine. What is it?”
“I’ll give you the cock that you’ve been after ever since you came to Gharrick Pass. Then you’ll tell me what I want to hear,” he said.
Seconds passed.
“When do you tell me what I get in return?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I just did. The only thing you want is to be fed a meal while my dick is down your throat.”
She glared at him, but swallowed noisily despite that. “What if I say no? You want me, little Nathan. Admit it. You won’t walk away without tasting me.”
In response, he stood up, walked over, and undid the cord around her arms. Then he sat back down. She stared at him in shock, arms still held behind her, even though they weren’t tied up.
“Go on, leave,” he said, glaring down at her. “I have other Champions. I don’t need you. You’re useless to me, other than the information you have. I can just talk to Astra and go around you. Why would I care about a duogem Champion who serves my asshole of a father, when I can have her?”
“Fuck you,” Nurevia spat.
She glowered at him.
Leaning back, Nathan placed a hand around his cock and slapped his thigh. Nurevia crawled forward on her knees. The dark skin of her face contrasted heavily with his cock. Her hot breath hardened him, but he was nowhere near fully erect.
The moment before her tongue touched his tip, he stopped her. His hands gripped her cheeks, holding her in place.
“So, you do want this?” he asked her.
“Fuck yes,” she gasped out, her eyes widening as she stared at his growing cock.
He let her go.
She wrapped her mouth around his tip and began to suckle, lick, and play with his length. Her hands pulled down her vest and hot pants. Her huge tits bounced out, revealing hard purple nipples that glistened with sweat. Her pussy lips were a similar color and noticeably enlarged as she fingered herself.
Nathan’s length grew in her mouth as she bobbed up and down. Her scent wafted through his nostrils. She was horny as hell, and all he smelled was lust.
Eventually, he began to reach his full size. Then he kept growing. Nurevia massaged his balls with one hand as she slurped along the length of his shaft. Her lavender hair draped over his crotch.
Then she popped off him with wide eyes and stared at him. She moaned, “You’re ruining me. How can I go back to anything else after slurping down your cock?”
He ran a hand through her hair and pressed her against his length. “I told you that this is all you wanted.”
“Fuck,” she breathed out while blowing a kiss against his glans. He grew another inch and she giggled. “Time to dig in.”
She noisily slurped down his prick, then slid down the whole length. Thick strands of saliva ran along it and bubbles blew through her nose as she tried repeatedly to reach his crotch with her lips.
After a while, he simply rammed her head down. She gurgled while staring up at him with glazed over eyes. The lewd noises of her fingers filled the room as she desperately brought herself to climax. Juices coated the tiles of the room.
Nurevia appeared content to simply sit there, her throat speared on his cock. Her moans rumbled around his length. Her long pointy ears drooped, although they flicked upward every time Nathan moved even slightly.
Realizing he needed to take charge, Nathan grabbed the sides of her head. Her eyes widened the moment before he used her the way she wanted to be used. He rammed her entire head along his length as fast as he could. Her throat coiled around his cock. Her tits bounced around with each movement.
Then he pulled her against him and emptied his balls right into her stomach. After he pulled out of her, he slapped his length against her face and allowed his hot seed to drool down her cheeks and chin. Her tongue lapped up what it could.
“So, are you done?” Nathan asked, raising an eyebrow. His voice remained cold.
“How does your cock not shrivel up when you’re that cold,” Nurevia whined. “I can feel your raging heat against my face and in my stomach. Did all your fire end up in your balls?”
Evidently, he wasn’t done yet.
Nathan picked Nurevia up. She squealed and flailed about. Luckily, she didn’t try to use her gems. That would have been awkward.
He threw her on the bed, ass up. She wiggled into a better position on all fours, then grinned at him.
“Oh, so you do want me?” she cooed.
He pressed his length against her. Her purple lips puffed open and juices poured out. She moaned in response. Then moaned again, sweeter this time, when he rubbed his tip up and down along her entrance.
“You’re slick enough that I won’t even need lube for your ass,” he said.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” she growled.
He tilted his head. “Not an ass girl?”
“Leave that crap to Astra. Her toys are fucking terrifying.”
What.
Nathan stared at Nurevia. Her face lit up as she realized she had told him about Astra’s personal preferences.
“Let’s pretend you didn’t say that. For both our sakes,” Nathan said.
“Deal,” Nurevia said. Then grinned. “So, fuck me. Fill me.”
Nathan didn’t move. When she tried to buck against him, he made sure he
didn’t enter her. Instead, he continued to tease her as her pussy drooled all over him.
“No. You’re going to tell me what you’re doing here. Then I’ll consider whether you’re worth it.” Nathan glared at her.
She whined.
Nathan didn’t relent.
“You asshole,” she snapped out. “You’re such a fucking bitch. You know that? You should—”
He reached over and placed a hand on her head. Then he pushed her face into the bed, muffling her voice as she shouted at him. He continued to rub against her, even as she coated his entire crotch and the bedsheets with a puddle of her juices.
When he let go, her face was a picture of need.
“Nathan!” she cried. “Please!”
“Tell me.”
She stared at him.
“What happens to me after this?” she asked quietly.
“That’s your choice,” he said. “You seem to know what you want. Or do you?”
She pouted at him.
Then she opened up, just like her body was. She explained why Tharban had sent her here, what she was trying to get the Council to do, and what his father’s long-term plans were. Details were left out, such as who she met with, and he doubted she told him everything about Tharban.
But he didn’t push. Nurevia was on the verge of becoming his. He knew that, even if he didn’t necessarily like it. Pushing her too far might backfire. After all, he didn’t want her to think that betrayal was an easy thing. Even if Tharban was a monster.
“Well? Do I get my prize now?” Nurevia asked.
“It’s not your prize, it’s your punishment,” he said. “You just betrayed your Bastion.”
She stared at him, then grinned. “Oh, so punish me. Reshape me with that thick rod of yours. I bet you don’t need to worry about your Champions looking at other men with a beast like that.”
He pressed her head into the bed again. She giggled this time.
Then he hilted himself inside her. The slap of his thighs against her fleshy, dark ass echoed through the room. Her insides clung to him greedily. A gasp rang out from Nurevia as she threw her head back.
Then he started thrusting rapidly into her, driving her into the bed.
“Fuck. This is it. This is what I wanted,” she moaned out.
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