by Dante King
I gripped the Dragon Sword in my hand, holding it as if it was a spear. The undead all gripped their spears in the same way. I hadn’t linked myself in this way to my marine creatures, so I sent out a signal to them to begin pulling. With a mighty heave, the Kraken and the whale pulled the thousands of linked sleds, and my army began to move across the bottom of the sea. Now that some forward momentum had been attained, I began to do the motion of driving a bargepole into the sand in a slow, strong even rhythm. My troops followed suit, driving their spears into the seabed and pushing themselves forward, aiding the effort of the kraken and the whale.
That was that; they were moving, and every undead soldier was moving in perfect, synchronized unison. I blasted a command along the network of black fibers to keep doing what they were doing until they reached Prand, and then I opened my eyes, taking myself back into the reality of the present.
“It’s working Lord Vance, it’s working!” Rollar shook his head in disbelief as he watched row after row of undead troops slipping under the turquoise waters.
“I told you it would,” I said. “Next time we see them, we’ll be back on Prandish soil.”
“To tell you the truth, Lord Vance, while I can’t wait to get back home, I’m a little worried about what we might find. We’ve been in Yeng for a while now, and the ocean voyage will take around two weeks, even with Rami-Xayon’s winds pushing us. Elandriel—if he is indeed the Hooded Man—will have ramped things up. He’s not the kind of man who sits back and allows his enemies to build their strength. Now that he’s aware of the full extent of your powers, you can be sure that he’ll be preparing quite a welcome for us back in Prand. Especially since he longer has a navy. He’ll let us cross the ocean in peace, I’ll bet, by pulling all his resources into a land-based campaign and throwing everything he’s got into hitting us with a mighty blow once we land. At least, that’s what I’d do if I were him, and he’s a good deal smarter than I am, I believe.”
“I know, Rollar. Don’t worry, I’m not about to underestimate him. When I fought him here, yeah, I kicked his ass, but I’m well aware that he was away from his main power base and not at the height of his strength. Back in Prand, he’s got the Blood Pyramid, with the full might of the Blood God and the Demogorgon behind him, and you can bet that he’s cutting as many throats as he can to prepare for the coming fight. I intend to approach this final battle with great caution. My undead army is stronger and larger than it’s ever been, but he can amass an army of Crusaders that’s at least twice as large in numbers, perhaps even three times as big. Strategy, not mere strength of numbers and brute force, will decide who emerges victorious in the coming fight.”
“Based on how you handled the Warlock, Lord Vance, I’d say that you have an edge when it comes to strategy.”
“Even so, I’m not about to get slack,” I said, curling my hand into a fist. “Elandriel is one sly, slippery motherfucker, and he’s devious as all hell. There’s no low he wouldn’t stoop to, no dirty trick he wouldn’t use guiltlessly. From the moment we set sail, we’re sleeping with one eye open, armored up and ready for whatever shit he throws our way, because I know for sure he’s gonna do his best to throw some bad shit at us.”
Rollar looked surer of himself now, and his confidence had been bolstered by mine. “Aye, Lord Vance,” he said, his jaw tight with determination. “We’ll be ready for him.”
I watched as the last of my troops vanished under the waves. The next time I’d see my army would be when they emerged from the ocean onto the Prandish shore. I could only hope that their journey across the seabed would get them there exactly when I needed them to arrive.
The war ship was moored a few hundred yards out at sea, and Percy and his pirates had just arrived on the beach in rowing boats to take my party to the ship.
“Say goodbye to Yeng!” I pointed my Dragon Sword in the direction of Prand. “Onward to Prand, where we destroy the Blood God and everything associated with that evil son of a bitch once and for all!”
Chapter Eight
Once we’d set sail, Rami-Xayon called up a strong wind. The gust filled our sails and propelled us across the ocean, its surface smooth as glass for the first day or two of the voyage. I knew that things wouldn’t be this easy for long, though, and I kept my guard up, sending Talon out on long scouting flights multiple times a day. If Elandriel had rebuilt any of his navy ships and was setting up an ambush for us out at sea, I’d find out about it and sink his vessels long before they even caught sight of my sails on the horizon.
Of course, Elandriel’s slippery deviousness and sly cunning were his greatest assets, and I doubted he would be using something as straightforward as a naval battle to try to stop me. No, his welcome-back-to-Prand surprise would be just that: a surprise.
I was standing at the prow of the ship late on the second night of the voyage. Thoughts swirled in my mind as I stared out at the black ocean and the enormous dome of the clear, starry sky above. I was quietly putting battle plans together in my head when a voice jolted me from this trance of thoughts.
“At least the ocean is exactly how I remember it. Everything else has changed, but this is still the same.”
“I guess there isn’t much that can change about the ocean, Yumo-Rezu, no matter how many centuries pass.” I turned to face the Dragon Goddess as she glided across the deck with the silent, deadly grace of an expert enjarta.
“Mortals have no power here; this is the one realm they still fear and will always fear. They cannot tame and destroy it, like they have done with so many of the old, sacred places on land.”
“And gods? Maybe men fear these waves and this endless expanse of water, but I don’t,” I said.
She smirked, raising a playful, somewhat skeptical eyebrow. “You may be the God of Death, and the most powerful God of Death I’ve ever known, but for all your powers you cannot breathe underwater. Nor can you swim for hundreds of miles, fighting twenty foot swells and ocean currents, without becoming exhausted and slipping below the waves. You’re more capable than any mortal of surviving on your own out here, but you’re by no means immortal.”
“No, but if this ship suddenly went down, I wouldn’t have to swim or breathe underwater. I have undead sea creatures to help me out with that. On that subject, what do dragons think about the ocean? Do they fear it?”
Her gorgeous almond eyes narrowed, and a gleam of defiant pride sparkled in them. “Dragons fear nothing, Vance Chauzec, and you would do well to remember that if you wish to ride one. They are not horses, who can be tamed and broken. They do not submit to the will of any being, god or mortal, but themselves. You could be the most powerful god of all, and you could certainly be strong enough to kill a dragon, but you could never force it to obey you or capitulate to your demands. Only with the Dragon Gauntlets you possess will a dragon consider allying with you … but even then, they are beings of a strong and fiercely independent will, and they must be convinced to ally with you.”
“I don’t think that’ll be much of a problem, considering that Friya will be becoming the dragon. She’s already on my side.”
“She may change when she actually becomes the dragon, though … her human will may not be as strong and dominant as you—or she—thinks it will be.”
“Well we’ve got you, the Dragon Goddess, to assist with any teething problems, as such.”
Yumo-Rezu flashed me a beguiling smile and stepped closer to me. Beneath her skin-tight enjarta catsuit, her pert breasts shifted tantalizingly. She parted her full lips, showing me a teasing flicker of tongue. “Yes, you do, but like a dragon, this goddess cannot be tamed … at least not fully.”
My cock stirred, throbbing with excitement, and Yumo-Rezu’s eyes were drawn inexorably to the swelling bulge in my crotch area
. “I’m sure that no mortal man is able to come close to taming you, Yumo-Rezu, but I’m no mortal.”
“Not even a god—” she began, but I cut her off with my mouth clamped onto hers, slipping on
e arm around her waist and the other behind her head, pulling her in for a slow, languid kiss.
For a second, she tried to pull away and her body stiffened with resistance, but when my tongue danced with furious passion in her mouth, her muscles slackened, and she moaned slowly into my mouth with pleasure. With one hand, she grabbed the back of my head, tightening her fingers to grip a fistful of hair, and she slid her other hand down my pants and began to caress my stiffening cock.
She broke off the hungry kiss, panting, and whispered into my ear, her breath hot and eager on the side of my neck. “Give me your seed, God of Death … I have hungered for it ever since I first laid eyes on you.”
I briefly wondered whether this was Yumo speaking or Rezu. Or, perhaps, both of them shared this sentiment. Either way, I quickly realized that it didn’t matter. What did matter right now was that the Dragon Goddess wanted my seed, and spinning through my head were a thousand very pleasurable ways of giving it to her.
I slid my hands down her back and grabbed her ass. She arched her back toward me, and I dug my fingers into her firm butt cheeks and pulled her in closer, so that she could feel my hard cock pressing against her crotch. Like her sister and fellow goddess Rami-Xayon, Yumo-Rezu had an exquisitely pert and firm round ass. Digging my fingers into it made my swollen cock even stiffer.
Gasping and panting, her bosom heaving with excited arousal, Yumo-Rezu kissed and nibbled my neck before she moved steadily downward and unbuttoned my shirt with deft, eager fingers. She got my shirt open and started kissing my chest and sucking teasingly on my nipples, darting her tongue out to lick at my flesh as she moved ever lower.
She reached my stomach and unbuckled my belt, but before she dropped my pants, she gazed up at me with hunger-filled eyes. “I cannot even begin to describe how intensely I have desired to feast on your cock,” she purred. “And now, finally, I get to sate this hunger.”
“There’s plenty to fill your mouth with.” I stroked her silky black hair with one hand and brushed my fingertips along her cheek with my other.
She took my fingers into her mouth and sucked on them, then pulled my pants down. My prick was already ferociously stiff, throbbing with intense arousal, and it sprang out with such force that it slapped her across her face. Its weight and size knocked her face to the side, and she gasped with surprise, staring with wonder and awe at it for a few seconds. “This truly is the cock of a powerful god,” she murmured, slowly reaching up to circle both hands around my shaft. “It’s more magnificent than I ever could have imagined.”
Yumo-Rezu’s eyes locked onto my member. She darted out her tongue and dragged its tip across the head, lapping up the moisture that had gathered there. She closed her eyes and an expression of ecstasy came across her face … then something very unexpected happened.
My feet were no longer on solid ground.
“What the hell?” I stared at the deck of the ship, a few feet above which we were now hovering.
“Dragons can fly, and so can the Dragon Goddess,” Yumo-Rezu said, smiling and slowly stroking my cock with both hands as we hovered in mid-air. “I do not only want your seed because I desire you in a romantic sense, Vance. You are the most powerful living god now, and your seed contains immense power too—power that I need to restore myself to my former glory. Ah, it does feel good to fly again, but this measly height is all I can manage until you give me more of your precious seed.”
I grinned, grabbed two fistfuls of her hair, and directed her hungry mouth toward my throbbing prick. “If that little dribble got us three feet off the ground, what I’m gonna give you later will have you soaring among the stars.”
“Let me take it then.” She stared with ravenous eyes at my cock before stretching her mouth open wide and doing her best to swallow as much of it as she could fit between those stunning rosebud lips.
She started slowly bobbing her head back and forth, sucking and swirling her tongue while she caressed my jewels with gentle fingers. I closed my eyes, losing myself in bliss. I’d had the distinct pleasure of beautiful women feasting on my cock before, but this had been the first time in midair, levitating a few feet off the ground.
While Yumo-Rezu consumed me, an idea popped into my head. “If my seed contains power,” I asked, between breathing hard and grunting with pleasure, “what about the juices of a female goddess? Would they have the same effect on me?”
She paused and popped my cock out of her mouth. “It would give you a boost of power, yes.” She panted with hunger and continued to stroke me vigorously with both hands.
“Then I guess I’ll have to make you gush,” I said, grinning.
“You think you can?” she said teasingly.
“I know I can.”
“There’s only one way to find out, I suppose.” She grinned, reached up, and pulled on a hidden string on her enjarta suit. The entire garment slipped off her and dropped to the floor, exposing her jaw-droppingly beautiful body.
I took a moment to appreciate the sight before my eyes. In the light of the full moon, her slim form shone with a pale bluish-silver glow, giving her the appearance of an ethereal being. Her breasts were full and round, not as large as Elyse’s, Isu’s or Friya’s, but certainly more than a handful. Each perky mound was crowned with a small, pale nipple, and both stood stiff with arousal. Her belly was silky smooth, as was her pubic mound, which was waxed and silky. Her cleft was glistening and wet, swollen with excitement, and her legs were beautifully long and athletic, muscular yet undeniably feminine.
“Let’s put this levitation thing to good use,” I said before I flipped her upside down in the air so that we were hovering in a standing 69 position. I was strong enough to pull this off on the ground, but hovering weightlessly in the air made the position a lot easier. It meant that I was free to use my hands and fingers on Yumo-Rezu’s sex instead of having to use them only to support her weight.
She took my cock back in her mouth, and when I dipped my tongue into her dripping wet cleft, she moaned with pleasure. While she was fellating me, I started to feast on her swollen sex.
I slid two fingers into her, slowly feeding them in, and she shivered with pleasure as I did this. I explored her, seeking out her pleasure point with my fingertips while sucking with gentle, rhythmic pressure on her jewel. I found her pleasure point soon enough, and she freed my member from her mouth and arched her back to whimper with bliss, her whole body alternately stiffening and slackening as waves of ecstasy coursed through her.
The juices of her arousal dribbled down my throat as I consumed her, and I found that what she’d told me was certainly true; it was like imbibing liquefied lightning. I could feel it energizing me and filling my muscles with fresh, vigorous strength.
Down below, Yumo-Rezu intensified her action on my cock, sucking voraciously on it and bobbing her head back and forth at an almost manic pace. I groaned, and my muscles stiffened; the pleasure from her mouth was beyond euphoric and was quickly taking me to the point of no return.
As much as I wanted to release my seed, I wanted her to gush and grant me a dose of power. I started working her with even more intensity and ramped up the pressure of my tongue, which got her moaning and shuddering frantically, grinding and bucking against my face.
I wanted to make her climax first, though, to taste her liquid power before I gave her any of mine. The strength and endurance I possessed as a god went beyond anything any mortal man was capable of, and I used these to my full advantage, working her with unrelenting fury.
It didn’t take more than a few seconds of this ramped up activity to bring her to an explosive, gushing orgasm. Crying out in mad bliss, her whole body stiffened up and began to spasm, and sure enough, she exploded into my mouth. Liquid power rushed through me, making me feel as if lightning was blasting through my limbs. With this sudden surge of immense strength, I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I erupted into Yumo-Rezu’s mouth, and she moaned with the same intense pleasure that was ripping through my enti
re system. She forced my entire length to the back of her throat as seed erupted from my cock.
For a few moments, I kept my eyes closed. I couldn’t open them because the visions flashing through my mind were spectacular beyond belief. It was as if multicolored veins of lightning were shooting and flashing through my mind, as if an otherworldly storm was crashing through me. Colors and lights bloomed and exploded, and a dull roar howled in my ears, as if I was caught in the middle of a screaming hurricane.
Then, finally, the sensations faded and the high passed. I opened my eyes and was greeted by a surprising and unexpected sight, for Yumo-Rezu and I were no longer hovering a mere three feet above the deck of the warship. Now, the ship was a mere dot on the black ocean hundreds of feet below us, and we were surrounded on all sides by a bright and starry sky. Despite our altitude, I wasn’t feeling even the slightest bit cold.
“I guess I gave you a pretty decent boost of power there, huh?” I said. I’d been up this high before on Talon, and of course I’d visited the Sea of Stars in spirit form, so I was used to great heights, but it was still a little disconcerting just floating up in the heavens like this.
Yumo-Rezu slowly turned around in the air so that we were face-to-face again. She licked her lips, a look of utter contentment and satisfaction on her stunning face. “Oh yes, Vance,” she said, softly stroking my deflating cock and caressing my balls, “you gave me everything I desired, and more … but there’s a long way to go before the full power of my divinity is restored.”
“Let’s not waste any more time in getting you there, then,” I said with a grin, and clamped my mouth over hers in a passionate kiss that left her gasping and limp in my arms. “I’m ready for round two whenever you are…”
The next day, a storm hit us. I knew that it was no ordinary storm either; it was Elandriel, trying to do what he’d done to us on the mountain. I wasn’t surprised that he would take advantage of our vulnerable position as a lone ship in the middle of the ocean. If ever there was a place where he could get rid of us once and for all, without expending the lives of thousands of his soldiers, it was here.
