by D L Colon
Vlamarine smiles shyly and asks, “Glaycol, are you telling me what I think you are?”
Glaycol nods and answers, “Yes, Vlamarine. I am a virgin.”
Vlamarine smiles and says, “I know that shouldn’t make me happy, but it does. It flatters me beyond words that I will be your first, Glaycol. Don’t worry, I will make sure this is special for both of us.”
She walks slowly toward him, keeping her eyes locked with his, until she is close enough to reach out and gently stroke him through his pants. His eyes bulge slightly as she leans forward and gently nips his lower lip. “Trust me, Glaycol.” She whispers softly before covering his mouth with hers.
As she kisses him deeply, she slowly starts removing his clothes, breaking the kiss only long enough to pull his shirt over his head. With one hand on his crotch and the other gently stroking his chest, she lowers him to the bed. As he sits, she drops to her knees in front of him and slips his boots off before unbuttoning his pants. She motions for him to stand and when he does she slips his pants and underwear from his hips and slides them down his legs.
She licks her lips and pushes him back down. “Mmmm…. I can’t wait to make you mine.” She whispers just before she flicks her tongue out and licks the head of his cock. “Yummy.”
When she takes him into her mouth and sucks him deep, he moans loudly and his hips jerk up off the bed. “I’ve never felt anything so good.” He says in a strained whisper, causing her to moan as she sucks him deeper.
When she feels him stiffen in her mouth, she knows he is getting close, but wants to prolong this for both of them. She pulls away and smiles when she sees that his eyes are rolled back in his head.
“Lay down.” She orders and he immediately does as she says. Once he is positioned on the bed, she climbs on top of him and starts rubbing her hot, wet core against him. Slowly, she rises above him and gently lowers herself on him, taking him deep inside her. His hips rise off the bed as she starts slowly rocking back and forth, taking him deeper with each stroke.
“Put your hands on my hips.” She says and when he does she leans down and kisses him. “Stop fighting it. Let your instincts take over.” When she raises up again he clenches his hands tight on her hips as his hips start thrusting up off the mattress.
He moans as she clenches him tighter within her and she starts rocking faster. “I’m going to come.” She tells him as she rakes her nails down his ribs. When she feels him stiffen beneath her, she digs her nails into his chest and explodes around him, falling over the edge with him.
They lay together in bed, Vlamarine stretched out on top of Glaycol, for a moment before she eases herself off of him and snuggles against his side. Laying there, listening to his heartbeats, Vlamarine sighs contently and says, “I wish I could remain like this for a lot longer.”
Glaycol slides his arm around her back and pulls her closer before gently kissing her lips. “Thank you for making this night special for me, Vlamarine.”
Vlamarine puts her finger on his lips, stopping him, “For you and me both, Glaycol. After all, I belong to you now. I want us to enjoy each other’s company every night,”
Vlamarine kisses him once again and starts gently stroking him. When she feels him growing hard beneath her hand she smirks and asks, “Want to do it again?”
Glaycol groans and answers, “I thought you would never ask.”
Vlamarine and Glaycol do it again, and this time they take their time to prolong it. Once done, Vlamarine lays her head on his chest and falls asleep as she listens to his heartbeats. Glaycol soon joins her in sleep, enjoying her closeness to his body.
Glaycol wakes up early the next day and, after refreshing himself, he goes and picks up his great sword. Once he’s outside he starts swinging it in a frontal matter, but the moment he does the wound he has from the armor starts hurting so he stops and goes back inside. Once he goes in he finds Vlamarine waiting for him with some bandages in her hand. When she sees him she notices the sword in his hands and says, “I was wondering if you would take a day to rest. Come sit down and take off your shirt. I will put the bandages on you so you can go out and train.”
Glaycol takes off his shirt with a little difficulty and sits down in front of her with his back toward her and a pained expression on his face. Vlamarine puts her hand on his shoulder and she can tell he is tense. After taking a closer look at his wounds she tells him, “Wait here a moment while I look for something.”
Vlamarine goes into her room and looks for an ointment the Elves make for pain. After a few minutes she finds it and returns to where he is sitting. She opens the small bottle and starts applying it to every wound that Glaycol has. She can feel the difference immediately when Glaycol’s body starts to relax and he no longer has a pained expression on his face. After applying the ointment, she puts the bandages around his chest and abdomen, reminiscing the feeling of the night before and she squirms a little. She continues to put the bandages around him and once she is done she says, “You can go and train now, Glaycol.”
Glaycol stretches a little and feels no pain running through his body. He looks at Vlamarine in surprise and says, “Thank you so much. What did you do?”
Vlamarine smiles broadly and shows him the ointment she used. “This is an ointment that can only be found in the Elven Kingdom. It is something that, if I have the right ingredients, I can make. Only Elves can make it because it is blessed by our God.”
Glaycol nods and strokes his hand down her soft cheek. “Thank you again. Now, let me train before meeting with your friend.”
Glaycol lifts his sword and walks out. Once outside, he starts swinging the sword in a frontal attack, over and over again, training his body. He keeps going for several hours and before he realizes it it’s time to go to the meeting spot in the forest.
Ethan and Jasorian arrive to find Glaycol drenched in sweat and Jasorian, sounding like he’s had too much to drink, asks, “What have you been doing? I’ve been doing nothing but staying still in these hot temperatures.”
Vlamarine comes out of her house just in time to hear what Jasorian said. She stands beside Glaycol and answers Jasorian’s question. “He’s been swinging his sword for the last few hours.”
Ethan smiles and says, “Oh Glaycol, even an amazing woman beside you, you can’t stop practicing with your sword?”
Glaycol blushes at the mention of having Vlamarine so close to him and he remembers the amazing night they shared the night before. Ethan notices this but decides not to comment on it. Instead he asks, “Shall we go and see what that idiot, Esoj, wants to pull today?”
Glaycol picks up his sword and goes into the house to grab his two short knives that he carries in case he needs them. He knows today is that day. Once he grabs them he goes to where Zodiac is and he grabs his short sword, too. As he is walking back out he hears Zodiac’s voice in his head, Good luck, Glaycol.
Glaycol turns back to look at Zodiac and he smiles, “This is just another training day for me, Zodiac. You will see.”
Glaycol comes out, still wearing only his regular clothing, and Ethan, Jasorian, and Vlamarine look at him with a questioning frown on their faces. Vlamarine asks, “Aren’t you going to wear your armor, Glaycol?”
Glaycol scoff and asks, “What for?”
Jasorian laughs and shakes his head, “I like his attitude. Let’s go.”
As they are walking, Vlamarine moves beside Glaycol and walks silently for a moment. As they approach the gate to exit the city, she says, “I don’t want you to get hurt, Glaycol.”
Glaycol looks at her as they walk through the gate and once they are outside he puts his hand on her face and says, “There’s no need for that, Vlamarine. I won’t need my armor. In fact, my armor would make it a little uncomfortable for me to evade in this situation.”
Vlamarine leans her face against his hand for a moment before they keep walking. Once they arrive at the designated place they see that Esoj is already there with two more guards. He’s watchin
g them as they approach and once they’re close Glaycol smirks and says. “It seems that the great Esoj needs his lapdogs to follow him around the whole time. Oh, I forgot, he is the captain of the guard. He is the head lapdog of the Elven Kingdom.”
Ethan notices the mocking tone in Glaycol’s voice, but decides not to comment. He can tell that Glaycol isn’t really mocking the Elven Kingdom, but Esoj and his position. Esoj’s face is red, radiating rage off of it, and Glaycol asks, “Where do you want me to be?”
Esoj turns around and walks off, calling, “Follow me, Human,” over his shoulder.
Glaycol follows Esoj and so does everyone else. When they reach a secluded place that is completely surrounded by trees, they notice there are branches and leaves covering the ground, making it hard to distinguish the sound of someone else’s footsteps as they run through the forest.
Jasorian looks at Esoj and smirks, “Sly bastard.”
Once everyone distances themselves from Glaycol and Esoj, including the guards, Glaycol raises his short sword and makes a circle on the ground around himself. “I will not move myself from inside this circle and I will have two shots at incapacitating you while you’re making your shots. If you hit me with any of your ten shots, you win and Vlamarine’s vow becomes void by the rules of our agreement and in the light of your God. If you don’t hit me, and I incapacitate you, you will stay away from Vlamarine, but you will also not interfere with my meeting with your King. Are we clear?”
Esoj, scoffs at the stipulation but says, “I doubt you will be able to evade all ten of my shots, but we are as clear as water can be.”
Esoj takes out his armor and puts it on while Glaycol remains in the circle with his eye closed, taking deep breaths. Jasorian smirks and says, “We are about to witness something that you don’t see every day.”
Esoj’s image disappears from view and suddenly they can feel a pressure radiating from Glaycol’s body. The killing intent coming from him is so powerful Vlamarine feels like running away due to the pressure surrounding her.
Esoj quickly picks up his quiver and shoots an arrow at Glaycol. Glaycol, still with his eyes closed, moves around the circle, evading the first arrow. Esoj runs around him and jumps on a branch before sending another arrow flying. As soon as that one is released, he quickly drops himself to the ground and lets another arrow fly. While running in a circle through the woods around Glaycol, he keeps throwing arrows and is quickly approaching his last arrow. All this time Glaycol has been receiving arrows from all the angles around him and aimed everywhere from the top of his head to his feet, from point blank range directed at his chest and from long distances directed at his back. None have even scratched him.
Picking up on Esoj’s energy, Glaycol opens his eye and throws the first knife without holding back. Esoj, who is about to pull out his last arrow, senses the knife coming and raises his hand, thinking that he can stop it, but it’s too late. He realizes the knife is flying his way with the blade pointed at him just before the knife goes through his hand, making him drop the quiver and scream in pain.
Upon hearing Esoj scream in pain, everyone runs his way. Vlamarine turns to look at Glaycol, but all she sees is a blur running through the forest. She runs toward Esoj and scoffs in horror at the scene before her. Glaycol is raising Esoj by the throat and everyone is wary of trying to get to him even though Esoj’s hand is bleeding rapidly. Vlamarine runs and puts her hands on Glaycol’s back. Glaycol snaps his head up like he was in some kind of trance. When he sees what he’s doing, he lets go of Esoj and backs away. The moment he sees Esoj’s hand he says, “I’ll take of that but first you need to sleep.”
Glaycol knocks Esoj unconscious and he starts to take care of Esoj’s wound. Once it is bandaged he turns to the guards and asks, “Where is a place he can rest without being interrupted?”
The guard replies, “The Captain’s barracks, sir.”
Glaycol turns to Vlamarine and asks, “Can you get the ointment and bring it to the Captain’s barracks?”
Glaycol lifts Esoj on his shoulder and runs toward the Captain’s barracks. Once he is out of earshot, the other guard says, “He is a monster.”
Ethan, who is still standing there, grimaces and says, “Oh, you have no idea what he is capable of.”
Chapter 16
It’s been a few hours since Glaycol took Esoj to the Captain’s barracks and he is now waiting for him to wake up so he can see how his wound is doing. He also wants to check on his mental state. Vlamarine, Ethan, and Jasorian have all been with him the whole time, making sure Esoj is well taken care of. Suddenly they hear a noise and they all turn to see that Esoj is coming to his senses and he is about to use his injured hand, but Glaycol stops him and helps raise him up.
Esoj, who’s vision is still blurry, closes his eyes and opens them a few times to get them used to the light. Used to it, he turns to look at his hand. When realization comes crashing down he starts weeping, thinking that he will no longer be able to hold a sword or a quiver and bow.
Vlamarine, hating seeing Esoj in that condition, can’t help but recall that look Glaycol had when he was grabbing Esoj. She moves to console him, but Glaycol holds her still. She tries to fight him, but she can’t, his grip is keeping her still. She is surprised that despite his firm grip, he hasn’t hurt her. Glaycol looks at Vlamarine and smiles warmly. When he lets go of her hand she sits down again, and Glaycol goes to Esoj. “I can tell that you are thinking you won’t be able to hold a sword or any weapon in that hand anymore. Despite the fact that you deserved it, Vlamarine considers you family, so I took care of the situation quickly. Your hand will heal and you will be able to use it in no time. Now, it’s just a matter of time before my meeting with the King and our agreement stands. I defeated you so you will stay away from Vlamarine and me.”
Glaycol turns around and leaves the Captain’s barracks leaving the two guards, Vlamarine, Ethan and Jasorian with Esoj. Once he is gone Vlamarine takes a deep breath and says, “How could you be so stupid, Esoj? Challenging him out of all people. He is not your average human who can’t defend himself against Elves in a fight. He can do that and more. His name has already spread far and wide and whoever comes in contact with him either dies, or lives just long enough to share their demise at his disposal. You had to be a prick and choose to fight him. I lost to him for a reason and it wasn’t because I wasn’t paying attention. No, I lost because not only did he catch my arrow, he had enough reaction speed to throw his short knife right beside my face. If he wanted to kill me, I’d be dead. Now I wonder why he didn’t.”
Esoj looks at Vlamarine perplexed as she speaks of Glaycol like he is someone of high rank, or a legend. Gulping down and letting go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding, he asks, “Who is he, Vlamarine? What makes you speak so highly of him?”
Vlamarine takes a deep breath before she answers his question. “My dear friend, I speak highly of him because what he has accomplished is something not many can do, and I have seen his skills firsthand. You have lived the experience yourself. That man who just left is named Glaycol Master, but he is also known as the Dragon Slayer.”
Esoj stares at Vlamarine with his mouth wide open, but then he starts laughing and says, “I truly was stupid. No wonder he made things easy on me. He let me be overconfident and think I could beat him, when in reality this fight was already over the moment I crossed paths with him. All I can say is that he truly is a monster like the stories say about him. He is on a different level and what makes matters worse is that he only has one eye. He lost the other one when Hyglarur attacked his family. How stupid I am. The signs were there, showing me that he wasn’t an easy target, but I abused my power trying to protect you, Vlamarine. I was my own downfall.”
Ethan interrupts them by saying, “One of the reasons I’m here is because we are looking to get the Elves’ collaboration on this war. Glaycol knows what my brother intends to do in the war and he is not happy about it. I fear what he might do to the King, bu
t I will stand by him in his decision. If I were to betray his trust now, all that I left this Kingdom for, which was the sake of its people, would be in vain. The people fear my brother and that’s not something that should be happening here. The people should be glad to have him as their King, but I have seen firsthand what he does, and I’d rather have him killed than remain as the King. I want to leave the Kingdom in my sister’s hands. After all, it is she keeping the people from starting a civil war.”
Vlamarine turns to look at Ethan, whose words mask the regret he feels over wanting to kill his brother, but Vlamarine remembers all too well the suffering she went through under the King’s treatment. Her body might not show any signs of it, but her mind remembers it well. She still wakes up in the middle of the night, screaming in pain. Last night with Glaycol was the first time she slept so peacefully after a man’s touch, but he is human. Vlamarine turns around and leaves the Captain’s barracks to look for Glaycol, she needs his company right now to keep the memories that are threatening to come back to haunt her away.
Glaycol never completely left the Captain’s barracks. He just went outside the door and stood listening to the conversation. He could tell that the King did something to Vlamarine. He could feel the fear radiating from her body through the closed door, but nobody else seemed to pick up on it. The moment Vlamarine comes out the door he catches her in a sweet embrace and says, “I know this will be hard to live through, but I need to know. What did that King of yours do to you?”
Vlamarine is surprised that Glaycol would pick up on the fear that crept in her remembering her life at the Castle of the King of Elves. She wished that she could just erase it from her mind, since all that it has brought her is problems. She can't stand the touch of an Elven male due to the conditions she had suffer under the tyrant King of the Elves and the city lives in fear of him. She melts into his embrace and all her fears and worries disappear.