by Jake Daniel
Bonded Spirits
Book Two
Jake Daniel
Copyright © 2021 by Jake Daniel
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
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Chapter One
If there’s one thing I know for certain, it’s that no matter what world you live on, nothing beats the smell of fresh coffee in the morning.
I’d discovered a dwarven supplier of coffee beans from a small village northwest of the Capitol. The region had thousands of acres of coffee bean production. It was a relatively new crop for the residents of Aurilon, and one of the most popular.
I’d bought the supplier’s entire stock with three octagon crowns, the local currency, that Chloe had brought in at her tavern, much to the chagrin of our resident merchant, Wofferd. “Why are you buying from those shady suppliers up north when you know I can get you half the price if you give me a little time?” He reminded me every time I made a new pot. Not like he was in a hurry to bring some back to the manor to sell me. Hell, I couldn’t remember the last time Wofferd left. At least he’d calmed down some over the past couple days. I was thankful he’d stopped giving me shit for letting the poachers kill Grasshopper, his mint colored horse. Considering what I replaced his horse and cart with, I didn’t think he had too much to complain about.
I grabbed my new favorite mug, lifted the small pot off the fire, and poured myself a fresh cup. As I returned to the fireplace I couldn’t help but think of Striker. There was a part of me that knew he was still alive. Like goddamn Wile E. Coyote. I’d concluded the guy could be run over, stabbed, crushed, and shot ten times over, and the son of a bitch would come back and haunt my ass.
The poacher leader’s words still echoed in my head. ‘If it were not for that old man, I would’ve given you much worse than a scar.’ I made it one of my top priorities to discover if my mother had been in Aurilon, and to find out who the man was that he’d mentioned. The same man that could’ve given me my scar and potentially saved my life.
Each of my bonded knew how important it was to me as well, so each of them had agreed to help me dig up anything they could find that may give me even a sliver of information regarding my mother, scar, or the old man. Unfortunately, our search has resulted in little.
We spent much of the past few days reinforcing our defenses around the manor. I ensured we had an escape plan so we wouldn’t be caught in the same predicament as we had last time. Even though we outnumbered the poachers behind our defenses, they got in with ease.
It didn’t help that most of our visitors lacked training in combat, another thing that my bonded and I had worked tirelessly to improve upon over the past couple of days. Fortunately, most of them showed a desire to learn. Within a day and a half, we had Fapplejack and the rest of his clan trained enough to be a legitimate fighting force.
I opened the front door and peered outside for a few minutes before returning my pot of coffee back to the fire. The crisp morning air held a distinct bite over the past few days, signaling a subtle change in seasons.
From what I could tell, minus the flying centaurs, talking monsters, and general lawlessness of Aurilon, the terrain and weather were very similar to back home in Colorado. We’d even gotten some rain the other day. One of my new-found favorite things to do was to watch Dahlia dance in the rain.
My Alraune was striking in her element. She even managed to pull me outside during the last storm. The only dance I knew was the two-step, thankfully it was all I needed. You would’ve thought I was a dance god the way Gwen and Chloe looked at me when I came back inside after an impromptu slow dance with Dahlia.
I shut the door and returned to the fireplace. I ran my hand along the carved letters in the mantle's side. L, H, W? I knew it was a long shot, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that the L stood for Liliana. A small voice near the front door pulled me from my thoughts.
“Good morning, Logan, sir,” Fap’zak said as he entered. The goblin adjusted a leather tool belt around his waist and held out his small mug for a refill. The only thing that I regretted about sharing my love of coffee with the others, was that it meant less for me.
“Good morning.” I filled his cup and placed the pot back on the hot rocks surrounding the fire. “What are you working on today?”
“Oh, well, we’ll finish the stable today. After that, our clan is making the trek to the Capitol for the tournament.”
“The tournament, eh? It’s only a week away, right?”
“That’s right, and Fapplejack wants to take part.”
I let out a small chuckle. “He’s a great builder, but I don’t think I’ve seen him fight. Do you think he’s ready for it?”
“Oh yes. The tournament’s not all about who’s strongest. Be ready for anything, use your surroundings, be creative. I can’t think of many more qualified than Fapplejack.”
“Fair enough. Good for him.” I took a long swig of my coffee and lowered it from my lips slowly. “So, I heard there are trials you’d need to pass in order to enter the tournament, correct? I may be interested.”
Fap’zak eyed me curiously. “And fight for which side?”
“Side? As in humans or monsters?”
“Yes, I don’t think there’s ever been a human, in the tournament’s history, that hasn’t fought for the human side.”
“Well, I’m not really a normal human,” I said and grinned. “I can’t help but wonder, though. If the King wants all monsters dead, isn’t this just one big trap for everyone who attends? He could take out a large number of monsters in one fell swoop.” I knew the King would risk hundreds, if not thousands of lives, including his, if he tried to take out all the monsters at once.
From what Chloe had told me, the feeling she got from the visitors was that no one could tie the King to all the recent poaching activity, and with Striker out of the picture, at least for the time be
ing, tensions had eased some.
Fap’zak nodded and took a drink of his coffee. He spat it out and rubbed his long tongue with his fingers. “Hot! So hot. How do you humans drink it so hot?” He shook his head and took a smaller swig. “No, Logan sir, you’re not a normal human.” He swallowed another mouthful and let out a refreshed sigh. “The King knows better than to try anything funny. The punishments are too severe, and I don’t believe the Capitol is prepared to take on all the great monster champions all at once.” He paused and rubbed his chin. “I know you’re not a normal human, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. Both humans and monsters don’t like their own kind turning on them. It could make you an even larger target than you already are.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “I’m not turning on anyone. I’ll always be a human, at least I think so. I enjoy being human.” I paused and ran a hand back through my hair, which had grown much longer over the past couple weeks. “Although, the many of the monsters I’ve met here in Aurilon are amazing.” I took another drink and let out a long breath. “I feel like I’ve done a decent job of acclimating here. I’ve gotten along with most everyone, even those who’ve passed through here recently, and I haven’t even needed to kill anyone in over a week.” I shrugged and finished my mug of coffee. “I suppose we’ll see. Please tell Fapplejack I wish him good luck.”
“I will, thank you, Logan, sir. And have you heard?” He replied.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“This year’s prize. It’s the largest they’ve ever had. One thousand crowns!” He let out an excited laugh. “But that’s not what I’m most excited about. The land, Logan. It’s not just any land that is being offered!”
I watched the goblin as he rubbed his hands together excitedly. “Which lands, are they nearby?”
“Oh yes, very close indeed! The Mythic Vale, Logan, sir. The Mythic Vale!” That region has been under Corlinius control for over fifty years. The area is amazing, packed with more exotic resources than you could ever want! It’s the most guarded area of the Kingdom, next to the Capitol.”
I furrowed my brow. “What are they guarding there?”
Fap’zak paced for a minute and shook his head. “I… I’m not sure. The area is quite large, but shrouded by a constant thick fog. It was once the home of many of Aurilon’s monsters, but they were all forced out for whatever reason. It almost started a second Great War.” He rocked his head as if deep in thought and ran a hand along one of his long ears. “Oh, before I forget. You asked how one enters the tournament. You must have a sponsor. Finding one is much easier said than done. Although now that I think about it, we’ve had a few sponsors pass through here recently.”
I thought about our recent visitors and remembered the tall, skinny man who told me about the tournament. “Was that string bean man with the tall hat a sponsor?”
“No, he wasn’t, but he knows one. He’s the reason Fapplejack is so fired up and ready to join. That man told him he’d surely find one at the trials.”
“So, do you just show up and hope one picks you? Like a talent scout?” I asked.
“Well, trials are in Dunway in two days. There should be a few sponsors hanging around there looking for a champion, if that’s what you mean.”
I nodded and slapped the goblin builder on the shoulder. “Thank you Fap’zak, you’ve been very helpful.”
He took a small sip of his coffee and nodded. “Please keep your eyes peeled and be careful if you decide to go. The peace treaty has not gone into effect yet. Humans and monsters you run into may not be as friendly as the ones that visit and love the manor.”
“Thanks, and don’t worry, I’ll bring some backup.” I glanced toward the stairs and as if right on cue, Gwen and Dahlia approached.
Gwen still wore her silky nightgown, which clung to her perfect body underneath, while Dahlia’s colorful petals fell gracefully around her legs, contrasting with her soft light green skin.
Fap’zak blushed and nodded. “Yes Logan, sir, you are an incredibly lucky man.”
I patted Fap’zak on the shoulder and gave him a nod. “You have no idea. Thanks again for all the information, Fap’zak.” I bid the goblin farewell and turned toward the women as they approached.
Gwen joined my side and ran a hand down along my bicep. “Good morning, handsome.”
Dahlia moved close and snuggled up against my free side, nuzzling the side of her face up against my arm. “Good morning,” she said and settled in next to me.
If there’s a heaven, I’m there. I thought and let out a long contented breath.
Having my bonded helped me forget about all of my responsibilities back home. While I didn’t miss my lodge all that much, I did miss my English Bulldog, DeVito. I’m sure he was being spoiled though, so that helped calm me a bit. I knew he was living the good life, maybe not as good as I was, but still.
Even though I wasn’t running a hunting lodge any longer, I could still teach several of the visitors at the manor how to hunt. I’d much rather spend a day with an eager to learn kobold or bunny-kin over my typical rich and entitled lodge visitor, any time.
I returned my attention to the women at my sides. It amazed me how different each of the girls’ personalities were, at least as far as directness and attitudes went. In the bedroom, however, it was a different story. All three of my bonded wanted me all day, every day, even Dahlia. Her sweet and shy nature flew out the window nearly every night. She was a certified freak in bed. I made her teach me how to bring small vines to my finger-tips by using spirit and promptly used them to give each of my girls the best fucking orgasms of their entire lives.
I wouldn’t have thought it was possible, but between Gwen, Dahlia, and Chloe, we figured out an amazing system. Chloe was low maintenance, and she preferred to remain that way. I didn’t believe her at first, but apparently holstaur women want to do everything they can to please whoever they are bonded with. And, to tell the truth, I appreciated the hell out of that. She was completely content and in her element when she was running her tavern. Not to mention the small fortune she’d bring in each night from our visitors. Chloe was almost too laid back, although I found she was every bit as wild in the bedroom, by the lake, in the tavern, and even in the back of Wofferd’s cart, as my other two bonded women.
I was thankful for the ability to cultivate and replenish my stamina with spirit. It was the only way I’d have any hope to keep this pace going. I had sex with them every day, multiple times a day. A pleasant side effect of this was, besides raising my ranks in my specialized skills, I was now in the best shape of my life.
The amount of looks I received from the various monster girls that would pass through the manor, and even Gwen’s sisters, was nothing short of amazing. Teng had warned me that the stronger I became, the more irresistible I’d become to nearly every living female in Aurilon. A side effect of having a pure core that was increasing in strength at the rate that mine was. Not to mention an increased Charisma rank.
At the current moment though, I was content with my three women, although I’d be lying if I didn’t say a few had caught my attention. Now that my libido seemed to stay in a constant state of full-speed ahead, I thought I may have to take on a few more bonded, just to give my women a break.
I kissed Dahlia on the head and smiled. “Good morning. I assume you two slept well?”
Gwen dropped her hand down to my hip and held it there as she took a deep breath in and released it slowly. “Absolutely. I’ve slept better these past few nights than ever in my life.” She stretched her palm down to my girth and gave my balls a squeeze. “How could I not?”
I cocked my head and smirked at Gwen. She returned a small exhausted smile with her hand still clasped. I chuckled as I watched her release an enormous yawn. “You know, at first I wondered if I’d be ready to keep up with you, but now I wonder if you’ll be able to keep up with me.”
Gwen squeezed harder and gave my jaw a small bite. “Oh? Is that a challenge? We’ll see.�
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Dahlia laughed, but her laughter faded. She looked up to me with her beautiful emerald green eyes. “I hope I’m still enough for you. You can take me more often if you feel I’m not meeting your needs.” She sounded a little sad and defeated. “You make me forget all my insecurities. When I’m with you I feel desired. I just hope I’m not letting you down.”
“Hold on, stop right there. I won’t be having any of this talk. I’d take you to our room ten times a day if there were more hours in the day to get things done around the manor. Trust me, I’ll let you know if anything ever changes.” I ran a hand down along her slender arm and pulled her close to my body. “Although, I can guarantee you, you have never, and will never, let me down.”
Dahlia blushed and stood on her tiptoes to give me a kiss. “Okay, I believe you.”
I gave her a small smile. “You better.” I released my grip on her and shifted my gaze between the two gorgeous women. “I want to ask you both something.”
They both shifted their eyes up to meet mine. Gwen ran her hand up to my chest. “What is it? If you want to fuck me right here, just say the word.”
I laughed and shook my head. “As tempting as your offer is, this is regarding something else.”
Gwen stuck out her lip in an exaggerated pout. “Fine. Be that way.”
I shook my head and gave her a smile. “One of our visitors mentioned the upcoming tournament the other day, and I’ve decided to enter.” I studied their faces to see their response.