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by Eric Vall


  I pushed these thoughts from my mind as I mounted the crest of the valley. After all, simply mulling over the evidence left behind by the mysterious coalition of deities wouldn’t bring me any answers. I turned back once more as the Tamarisch raided the bodies of the Tintagal corpses to relieve them of their weapons and any other belongings they wouldn’t need in the afterlife. As always, the spoils of war went to the victor. It was simply the way of the world. Now that this battle was done and over with, my minions and I would move on to the next dungeon, then Sangiam, and beyond that, we would meet Baudouin head-on at his castle at the top tip of Tintagal.

  After all of that, Tintagal would be under my control and added to the great country of Tamarisch.

  Still, my myriad thoughts about the strange gods left me mentally taxed, so I headed back to our tent to rest. The encampment was empty besides for the medical tent where I assumed Carmedy was working away diligently, though very few of the Tamarisch soldiers were wounded in the battle.

  To be honest, I liked the quiet moments of the camp the most, and I immersed myself in the calm silence of the tents as they shifted in the soft, cold breeze. Our tent was at the far back of the encampment, and I took my time and enjoyed the emptiness for those few minutes it took to reach it. It felt as if this was the first time I was alone since I had been trapped in my dungeon, and though I spent most of that time cursing the world and planning my revenge, it was still nice to have a few moments to myself out in the open. Once all the soldiers returned from the battlefield, the camp would be bustling with life as they prepared to move deeper into Tintagal, and once our tent was in sight, I hurried to get inside and rest for a few hours.

  I slipped quietly inside and used my telekinetic power to strip off my armor before I could crawl into bed and rest. When I turned, what greeted me wasn’t an empty bed as I had expected, but instead my feline companion as she lay sprawled back against the covers completely nude. Her rosebud nipples were hard against the cold air, and her emerald eyes locked onto mine lustfully. Her large breasts rose and fell as her paws slipped between her thighs and began to pleasure herself to the sight of her Master. Soft moans and cries rose from her pink lips, and I felt myself harden instantly to the sight of her dripping fingers as they slid in and out of herself.

  No longer did I want to slip quietly into bed, but instead, I wanted to slip inside of her.

  I crossed to her quickly as I undid the belt at my waist, and my underclothes fell from my body in a trail to the bed. Carmedy wriggled up onto her knees on the soft padding of the mattress and cupped her pale breasts in her paws as she waited for me. When I had first taught the cat-girl the ways I liked to be pleasured, she had been shy and demure as she went about it, but now, she was eager and antsy to have me inside of her and filling her up with my massive girth. I reached out for her and tweaked one of her pert nipples, and the black-haired female cried out softly as she grabbed for me, but I took a step back and made her wait for the pleasure that would soon be upon her. I held my erect penis in my hands and slid my hand over it, and waves of ecstasy came over me as I looked into the deep emerald of her eyes.

  Carmedy lay back and spread her legs as she exposed her pink sex to me. She knew exactly what she was doing as her hot and sensual eyes fell upon me and the prize between my legs that she wanted so much. I fell on her, both of my hands slammed down on her large breasts, and I attacked her neck with my mouth as I positioned myself above her entrance.

  The feline cooed and cried out as I teasingly ran the head of my penis over her dripping entrance. She was wet and warm and everything I wanted at this moment, but as she lifted her hips eagerly to slip my cock inside her, I pulled away with a chuckle. She sighed loudly in protest, but I cut her off as I took the nipple of her left breast into my mouth and suckled it between my lips.

  One of Carmedy’s paws gripped my shoulders as the other slipped down between our bodies and began to move over my throbbing penis. I bit down on the nipple, and she cried out loudly as she gripped onto me harder and finally, I slammed forward and forced myself in the hot, pulsing walls of her vagina. She didn’t moan but instead screamed in pleasure as her legs wrapped around me instantly. I pumped into her harder than I ever had, and her screams rose in height until they vibrated against the tent’s walls, but I wasn’t finished until I brought her to such heights of orgasm that took hours to come down from.

  Being inside of her was pure bliss. She was so tight and wet that even after a few minutes of pumping made me close to cumming. I held it off until I had at least made my feline minion orgasm seven or eight times and her body was weak enough to receive my seed. I leaned back and cradled her legs in the crooks of my elbows as I thrust deep inside her pulsing walls. When I gazed down at her, her stunning face was sweaty, and her black hair stuck to the sides of her face as she squeezed her eyes tightly shut.

  I pinned her to the bed, and she wriggled underneath me keenly as my tongue slipped into her mouth. Carmedy nibbled on it, and I tasted the coppery blood on our intermingled tongues, and I grunted, moving my lips harder against hers. Carmedy was so warm, and it felt as if I had spent my entire life out in the cold. When I pulled away from her, the feline sighed in discontent, and I watched her hands travel from her exposed chest down her stomach, then move up my body as she felt the muscles on my chest. The black-haired woman pressed her hands to the beating heat between her legs and her lips parted with a soft, kitten-like mewl.

  “Yes, Master, yes!” Carmedy screamed out as her paws came down and cupped her jiggling breasts.

  She was so beautiful at this moment, even in her frenzied movements as she brought her hips up to meet mine in each thrust, and I stared down at her in awe. I knew I was an excellent lover and I made love to each of my minions as often as possible. Carmedy was the most eager to please minion, and it didn’t matter how many times that she reached her peak as long as I reached mine, and after an hour or so, she had that look in her eye as she drew out her movements to show that she wanted my seed deep inside her.

  Her tunnel squeezed and devoured my member, and it felt as if I was made to be inside her as my hips moved slowly, eliciting wispy muffled coos from the cat-girl's lips that were still pressed to mine. Her arms encircled my shoulders, her long fingernails digging into the flesh of my back as I moved quicker within her. We parted from the kiss, and she clung to me, her hips swinging and moving in rhythm with me, quickening the pace.

  My lover whimpered through tight lips, so I reached up and gripped her soft breast in my palm, and the hardened nipple dug into my palm. She was so wet, and I felt the juices dripping down my legs, and it only pushed me even further as I bucked my hips against the petite woman.

  She pressed against me and reared her hips in time with me, and I grunted as pleasure rocketed through my abdomen. Her mouth opened as her eyes tightly closed, and her pink tongue moved over the soft flesh of her lips. Her pussy tightened and clenched around me, and I had to pause for a second, breathing hard, keeping the orgasm at bay, everything she did, every move she made, pushed me even closer to orgasm like the woman bled sex from every pore. She widened her stance and fell back onto the bed as I pushed my length harder into her. Sweat beaded on my face and shoulders as she screamed, and her free hand grabbed onto the sheets in desperation. As she bucked against me harder, and I was so close, I growled deep in the back of my throat.

  Carmedy screamed, and the sound warbled as I flexed and twitched inside her. My orgasm once again came closer and closer, within reach of my trembling, clamoring hands. I watched her, and as she rose and fell with my movement, both of her hands ran up her body, starting from below her bellybutton, up her sides, over the sloping mounds of her breasts, then over her shoulders and collarbones and finally her fingernails raking against her neck. Her fingers brushed her face, her pinky came into her mouth, and she bit down on it with a growl as her eyes rolled up in the back of her head then she let go, her teeth releasing with a snap.

  Her short, bl
ack hair fell around her shoulders, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her, the pleasure and ecstasy building in my lower belly in a bundled, tangled mess like the fuses of rockets, ready to be lit and set fire to the sky. I moved my hips faster, thrust into her as she slammed herself up into me, and I felt it, the sudden clenching and pulling as she wrapped around me in another orgasm.

  Her mouth fell open, her hand slamming down into my shoulder as she feverishly rode it out, kicking and bucking against me. Obscenities fell from her beautiful mouth, and I leaned down on my elbows, pushing farther into her as I helped her orgasm continue up and skyward. I grabbed her by the neck and brought her close to my face, my eyes intent on hers in the hazy light of the tent. She was mewling and howling, her face almost pained as I forced myself even farther inside her convulsing core. Our faces were within inches of each other's, and she breathed hard, sweat beading on her hairline. I pressed my lips to hers, and the feline grabbed me with both hands, pulled me even closer, mashing our mouths together as her tongue slipped in between my teeth to play. When I pulled away, Carmedy was slowing down, her eyes hazy and content as her last and final orgasm came to an end.

  I pushed her down on her back in one swift motion, and the sharpness returned to the glinting emerald of her eyes. I lifted the alchemist’s left leg, hooked it into the crook of my right arm, and pounded into her. As I moved, a sly smile passed over her lips, and she lifted both legs up and over my shoulders, and I growled in pleasure at the sensation of her tightening even more around me than before. I grabbed her by the shoulder and slammed my cock deep in her. I was on the edge teetering, delirious by the sounds of her soft cries and coos, her hands clutching her own bouncing breasts, the nails digging into the skin as she bit her lip, even after her orgasm, still enjoying the feel of me. I leaned my head back, my mouth open as I breathed hard, relishing in the feeling of pulling out and slamming back inside her tight pussy and how she flexed and tightened around me each time.

  I felt it as it rose and rushed to meet me, pulled and pushed, roared up inside me like an awakened beast, and I gripped tighter on her shoulder. I leaned down, my lips within inches of hers, and I made sure she was looking me directly in the eye,

  “I love you, Carmedy,” I whispered to her, and one of her black ears twitched in response as she smiled up at me.

  “I love you, Master,” she cried out as she moved her hips against me. “Please fill me. Please.”

  “Yes,” I snarled as my cum blasted out of me. Then my cock seized inside of her pulsing warmth, and I gasped as I threw my head back, my long hair sticking to my face as cupfuls of my hot seed spilled into her.

  “Master, yesssss,” Carmedy groaned as she felt my warm spray fill her womb, and she pushed her pinky again in her mouth as she bucked her hips to help me peak as forcefully and powerfully as she could.

  I stayed deep in her as I collapsed forward and buried my face in her neck. Her breathing calmed before mine did, but she held me to her chest as the black spots behind my eyes receded and disappeared.

  We lay together as I caught my breath and Carmedy pressed her sticky naked body against mine. I listened to her heartbeat as it gradually returned to normal, and her breathing slowed. I lifted my head and smiled to myself as I saw that the small alchemist had slipped off into sleep after our vigorous lovemaking. I stroked her hair, and she purred softly as she snuggled deeper into the bed.

  I lay next to her for a few passing minutes then heard the sound of the soldiers returning to the encampment. I smiled even wider as I heard Annalise’s raspy voice call out to Rana and the fox’s snarky reply. I loved all of them profoundly and even listening to their voices put me at ease.

  I lifted myself from the bed carefully so as to not wake the slumbering feline and slipped back into my clothes. After I finished redressing, I pulled the blankets up over Carmedy’s bare shoulders, and she sighed softly into the pillow. I exited the tent with a soft smile, and Annalise and Rana greeted me on the other side. The sky had darkened a bit, and from the smell of the fires inside the camp, I knew it was close to dinner time. My avatar’s stomach rumbled loudly, and the fox-woman smirked as she wrapped an arm around my middle.

  “Sounds like you’re pretty hungry, Master.” The redhead giggled as she and her sister guided me towards the nearest fire where Adam and Amos were waiting.

  The scent of cooking food was stronger here and my mouth watered as I took in all the cooking meats and other dishes the soldiers had prepared. The Decathmor brothers were already busy filling their plates as we joined them, and they lifted their heads to me with broad smiles. I took a seat between Annalise and Rana as Morrigan appeared from the tents with Fea and Macha firmly planted on her thin shoulders. The pale elf glided over elegantly then found a seat next to the redheaded fox as she reached for a plate. My high queen grabbed two plates and piled them high with food then handed me the first before she began to dig in herself.

  “Thank you.” I nodded to her, and the swordswoman smiled as she lifted a forkful of food to her mouth.

  “Of course, Master,” the brunette smiled back.

  “Master,” Adam started as he stared across the fire at me, and I lifted my head to him. “Who were those people earlier? You said you thought they were gods, but really, who were they?”

  I looked at him thoughtfully for a second then decided to answer truthfully. There was no use in lying in this situation, and my eyes connected with the oldest twin’s once more. “I don’t know. As I said before, I believe them to be gods, but I couldn’t be sure just by looking at them.”

  “Did you not sense their powers as you do with others?” Morrigan asked quietly as she picked at her food.

  “That is difficult to answer,” I admitted, and they all raised their heads to me and gave me confused looks. “You see, with the amount of my own power I expelled to create the monsters to take down the Tintagal soldiers, it overshadowed the power that they were using, if it even was their own. I do know the woman on the white bear used a magical bow, and the hooded man possessed powers that were similar to mine.”

  “Yes,” the elven woman echoed as she nodded once. “He used soul exorcism the few times that I saw him, but the other powers he used were something I had never seen before, and things you haven’t shown me yet, Master.”

  “Did anyone see where they came from?” Amos questioned us, and Rana was the one who spoke up.

  “Well, I didn’t see all of them, but the really crazy woman on the white bear just appeared out of nowhere,” the fox-woman explained. “I was moving to stab one of those Tintagal assholes, and next thing I know, he’s slumped over dead with an arrow through the back of his head.” The redhead threw her hands into the air. “He keeled over dead, and she was right behind him in this swirling vortex of blue light! I just sat there on top of Frei, totally flabbergasted, and the woman saluted me while she did that terrifying cackling laugh and just rode off to fight more of the Tintagal soldiers.”

  “I saw the same thing,” Annalise uttered as she placed more food on her plate, “but it was with the man on the camel, and the vortex was red and black.”

  “Do you have any idea where they came from, Master?” Amos asked as he shoved a heaping spoonful of food into his mouth and chewed loudly.

  “Again, I don’t know,” I told them as I set my plate down and thought. “Most gods don’t leave the heavens for any reason, and the only gods left on earth are the ones confined to dungeons and, of course, me.”

  “Very strange,” the swordswoman muttered as she chewed slowly and thought over the new information. “Do you think it could have anything to do with Baudouin, maybe?”

  “I doubt it,” I murmured as I cupped my chin. “There’s no connection between the gods and the leader of Tintagal that I know of. Since the practices of worshipping gods have been lost to time, I doubt he has any link to any of the deities that reside in the heavenly realm.”

  “What about the gods in the nearby dungeons? What about th
em?” Adam inquired, but I shook my head once more.

  “All gods that are cast out of the heavens and sent down to earth are tied to their dungeons and are unable to leave,” I informed the Decathmor brothers.

  They wouldn’t be able just to leave and join us in battle.

  “This is so weird,” Rana muttered as she cleaned her plate.

  “Master,” Adam started, and I lifted my head to him. “When will you set out? Tomorrow?”

  “Yes, I believe so,” I confirmed. “We will go to that dungeon you told us about, then to Sangiam, and then on to Baudouin.” I watched as Amos’s expression saddened, and he reached out for Annalise’s hands.

  “Good,” Amos growled between his teeth as he brought his sister closer to him and placed an arm around her. “Kill the bastard. He doesn’t deserve to live.”

  “Not that I don’t disagree, but can I ask your reasoning for saying that?” I questioned. Amos inclined his head but didn’t turn his eyes to meet mine as he stared down at Annalise.

  “He’s the horrible man Annalise was almost married off to,” Amos snarled, and his eyes never left Annalise as he spoke. “Our father was the one who arranged the marriage only because we wanted to gain the land of Tintagal. He was pawning off his only daughter to a man who is as cruel as he is mad.” Amos snarled, and Annalise gave him a weak smile as she patted his hand comfortingly.

  “It’s no secret that Baudouin marries women, and then they either disappear or fall sick or just… die…” Adam spat out as he threw a log into the fire and sparks flew into the darkening sky.

  “The Rusalka…” Morrigan whispered softly, and Adam’s eyes snapped to her as his lips pressed into a hard line.

  “It’s never been confirmed but… yes… the Rusalka.” Amos nodded as his expression hardened.

  “I don’t want to think what would have happened if Annalise hadn’t run away from the arranged marriage… She may have been…” The younger twin trailed off, but the High Queen wrapped her arms around her brother in a tight embrace.

 

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