Divine Debtor

by Russ Primo

  "Oh!" she wailed, her eyes ratcheting down and latching onto mine, despair and fear in them. "Hurry Pryvet. I can't… can't hold… can't hold on…"

  With a shock, I felt her walls seize upon my shaft tighter than any vice, and I broke my thumb from her mouth as I shot my first load inside her, pressing my lips to hers fiercely and passionately, making her mouth mine at the same time as I made her womb mine.

  "Pryv…" she moaned around my mouth as her walls started to spasm. "Oh Mother!"

  Her walls thrummed around me, her body shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm coursed through her, timed perfectly with my seed blasting into her.

  I held our bodies tight against each other, even as hers writhed and slammed in the tub, her hips forced tight down upon my shaft, her hole sucking in and out, as though desperate to milk all of my seed from me, as though desperate to make sure she became pregnant.

  Suddenly, from the floor, there came a huge crack, loud enough to make Kacie and me jump.

  Looking wildly around, I saw my shield vibrating on the floor, thin green leaves growing from a little twig, towards the edges.

  "Pryvet," Kacie moaned when her eyes picked out what I was looking at. "Does that mean… Am I?"

  I nodded.

  "I think it must mean that," I said.

  Kacie smiled a smile wider than any I'd ever seen.

  "Oh!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around my neck. "That makes me so happy, Pryvet! And now, you're partway towards settling your Debt, too!"

  I folded my arms across her back, pressing her chest into mine and feeling, for the first time in a long time, happy.

  “Do you think that means you’ve got some magic now, too, Pryvet?” Kacie asked after a moment, her cheek pressed against my chest. “That was part of the deal, right? You release a little magic, for every woman you impregnate?”

  I hummed.

  “Probably, Kacie,” I sighed, running my fingers through her hair. “But, for right now, let’s just lay like this. I can figure out the details later.”

  But it was not to last, for as we sat there, holding one another, I heard shouts coming from the open window, and the flickering, angry orange light of torches being jerked this way and that by approaching elves.

  Chapter Eighteen

  "Time for us to go," I smiled at Kacie as the shouts outside grew louder. "We may not be able to get out through the windows, but I'd bet a lot we can slip away through the front door, if there’s this much commotion.”

  Kacie looked down at me, shocked at the sudden turn of events, before a smile worked its way onto her face.

  "Pryvet!" she laughed. "I am really never leaving you! You always seem to get out of a jamb just perfectly!"

  I returned her smile, then grabbed her by the hips and lifted her butt up onto the rim of the tub, where she shivered at the tub's cold.

  "Into your clothes, now!" I laughed. "Let's get the others, and figure out how we're going to get out of here."

  Hopping out of the tub, Kacie started working on her pants, before briefly shivering happily.

  "What is that one about?" I asked as I climbed out of the tub. "Happy to be out of here?"

  She grinned at me and shook her head.

  "I can feel you inside me, still," she moaned softly. “Can we do this again, when you get us out of here? I like how it feels.”

  Not two minutes later, we were tumbling out of my door into the hallway.

  I already had my shield affixed to my arm, just in case we encountered any elves on a turning.

  "There you are!" Mira exclaimed as we slammed the door shut behind us. "We were wondering—”

  Mette held a palm up to her as her eyes, alighting upon my now-slightly-leafy Debt, opened wide.

  "We should get out of here," I said, ignoring for the moment Mira's desire for a description of what had happened. "Does everyone have all of their things?"

  Mette and Mira nodded.

  In fact, it seemed that they were even more ready than myself.

  Mira had swung on a light traveling cloak with her bow strung over one shoulder and a thin quiver at her hip with her arrows in it.

  Mette had swapped her vestments for a set of clothes much like the ones that Kacie wore, though as her bust was so much more full, it stained the fabric and I was pretty sure I could get a glimpse of her breast from between where the buttons struggled to contain them.

  "Right," I said. "Kacie, check your room to see if there's anything else you need. I'm going to put on my old boots."

  Kacie and Mira cocked their heads at that.

  "Look," I growled. "They're dirty and worn, I know. But they fit me much better than these shoes the Valkyries provided do."

  Shaking their heads in disbelief, Kacie and Mira smiled.

  Not waiting to hear any more complaints about my decision, I rushed back into my room to put them on.

  I'd left my boots in front of the desk, where the food platter lay, unfortunately, empty.

  I didn't know where we would escape to, after this. I didn’t even know where we were, exactly.

  But I definitely would have preferred to have food with us.

  Would have been nice, if Mette gave me an accurate description of our location.

  "Anyone have any food left?" I yelled into the hallway as I swapped my shoes for my old boots.

  Three sets of the identical, "No!" careened into my room.

  Knowing that would end up being a problem, I lifted the plate that had held the steak, to see if there was anything I missed on it, when I saw something else entirely.

  When I'd entered the room last, the stack of papers had been blank, with the quill lying atop them, ready for use.

  Now, although the quill laid in exactly the same spot, and seemed to have no ink on its nib, the top sheet of paper was written all over with little characters that I could not read.

  Moving the quill from the stack, I looked at the other sheets.

  None of them had any writing on them, and I verified that the quill was in fact quite dry.

  "What in the?" I asked myself, examining the sheet with writing on it.

  I didn't recognize a single one of the symbols, and none looked like the writing that Lyst had employed in her writing earlier. I wondered whether it was just Kacie playing a sort of prank on me. Maybe she'd intended to do something with it, if I didn't have sex with her.

  But, it wouldn't do to let something like this just lie there, and so I pocketed it and ran back out into the hallway, where I found Kacie waiting.

  "Is this your writing?" I asked, showing her the paper. "It was on the top of my stack of writing papers."

  Kacie looked at it once before saying, "Nope. I went straight to the bathroom when I got into your room."

  At once, Mira's eyes lit up again.

  "You!" she half squealed, pointing at us. "And you! You both started on his Debt?"

  "Yes, Mira," I said flatly, having no time for this discussion right now. "And you can help when we get out of here, if you want. But right now, can you read this?"

  "You mean, 'if we get out of here,'" Mette corrected, smiling at Kacie and myself.

  "No," I corrected her correction. “I mean when. Now, Mira, can you read this?"

  I showed the paper to Mira, who looked at it quizzically before turning to Mette, who looked at it as well.

  "I can’t read it," Mette said as Mira shook her head. "Which is rare. I know a lot of languages. It seems important?"

  I folded the paper and shoved it into my pants pocket.

  "Well," I said, "Considering it was blank not an hour ago, and the quill that sat atop it has no ink, I think it's more likely important than not. Did any of you find anything strange in your rooms?"

  Kacie jumped, as though she'd had something she wanted to say and gotten distracted.

  "Yes!" she said, unfolding a large sheaf of paper. "It's a map, I think. And it shows where we are… see?"

  She pointed to a point way out at sea, far removed
from the Free Isles, where a little stick figure woman paced.

  Well, this helps a bit. Though, it really makes our escape seem unlikely.

  There’s no land around us, and the island seems so small we’d probably be found in a few nights, if that.

  I wonder if we can steal a boat?

  There has to be a dock around here, somewhere…

  "And I found this," Mette offered, raising a necklace that I hadn't noticed her wearing. "I believe it to be a healing crystal. Though it is less powerful than my staff had been."

  I nodded, not wanting to re-litigate my using her staff to bar the door to Mira and Kacie's bedroom. It had either been that, or let elves kill us, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat if I had to.

  "Right," I growled. “Everyone, make sure you've got your items stowed away safe, and let's see how to get out of here."

  We made good time, down the hallway towards the main atrium, especially considering how quietly we were able to move, in our new clothes (or, in my old boots).

  Every door we passed along the way was shut tight, meaning that we were unable to try any of their windows.

  "Just leave it," I said to Mira as she tried the sixth door in a row. "They're all clearly locked, and I bet they'll have sealed the windows even if we could get inside, anyway."

  Mira kept pulling on the handle.

  "We could break them open," she grunted with exertion as she yanked. "Or you could put your foot through one!"

  I laid my hand on her shoulder as she tugged at the doorknob.

  "Mira," I explained, "The window in my room was open, but they had some kind of magic field around it. I could even slip my finger through it."

  "Oh, of course they would!" Mira moaned, releasing the doorknob and running with me to catch up with Mette and Kacie. "These bitches!"

  I couldn't help but laugh at the consummately put-together Mira losing her cool at this turn of events.

  Soon, we came to a turning in the hallway that made Mette and Kacie, who'd apparently taken the lead, in spite of that putting themselves in front of the shield that could protect them (I had no time or patience to chastise them for their foolishness until I caught up to them), pause wondering which way to go.

  "Follow the sounds of fighting," I said, scooping them both up in my arm and moving my body in front of them. "And, please, stay behind me. I'm the only one with a shield, and that healing crystal won't do dick if you're too dead to use it, Mette."

  Grumbling, Mette agreed, and we took off once more down another hallway.

  As we ran forward, my shield arm tensed, I couldn't help but wonder at whether it was less effective as a shield, now that a portion of my Debt had been satisfied.

  Glancing down at its surface, I was dismayed to see that the blue light which suffused its face was left with a little gap in it, where the twig had repaired itself, and the leaf had grown.

  I had to hope that either the elves wouldn't be able to exploit this hole (fat chance, after the skill I'd seen them employ), or that by losing part of its defensive power, I'd be able to use something more offensive now.

  After all, Kacie is right. I am supposed to get some of the shield’s magic, now.

  The only problem is that the gap left by seeding Kacie’s womb is so small, I must have barely-any magic now.

  And, while that’s better than none at all, it’s probably not enough to make much difference.

  "Shit!" I yelled as a lone elf sprinted around a corner ahead of us.

  She held her bow arm taught, ready to loose an arrow into anyone she found in an instant.

  I flung my right arm wide, stopping Mette, Mira, and Kacie dead in their tracks with my strength, as the elf drew back on her bow and levered the arrow towards us.

  Don’t miss a beat, these elves.

  Unfortunately.

  In a flash of inspiration, I realized exactly what I had done to knock the other arrows back towards their owners.

  By bringing my shield up at exactly the right moment, striking the arrow at the point of impact, there was something about the magic of my shield that sent the bolts and shafts flying right back in the same arc as they'd soared in on.

  So, I waited a hair's breadth, for the elf to release her shot, before lifting my shield to block it.

  It was a high-risk, high-reward movement, for sure.

  But I didn't think we'd be able to dispatch her another way, and we needed to go through her as the sounds of fighting echoed down the hall.

  At the last moment, my shield's flat front angled up and clipped the elf's arrow on its edge, sending the arrow flying back in the opposite direction with a soft, tinny twang of its own.

  I smiled as the arrow flew, assured that we'd be able to advance in just another moment.

  But, then, the elf dodged my deflected shot.

  Back-stepping, the arrow struck the stone floor at her feet and I watched with vivid anger as a smirk spread across her face.

  Shit.

  You’re not supposed to be able to dodge that!

  I bet their learning from their mistakes, back at Smoterlich.

  This was bad.

  As the elf's eyes rose to mine, I realized that nothing would be as simple as I'd thought.

  A sneer uncoiled itself across the elf's face, before it was snuffed out as an arrow sank straight through her left eye.

  The shot elf gave a soft gurgle and slumped back against the wall behind her, blood dribbling from around the arrow's shaft, and I turned to see Mira standing beside me with her own bow held straight out, her form perfect.

  I felt my mouth drop.

  "Just a little poaching, Mira?" I asked when I'd collected myself. “You sure you didn’t train any harder than that?”

  Mira giggled.

  "Just a bit."

  Mette and Kacie looked equally as pleased and surprised as I knew I must have.

  Their mouths hung slack on their jaws.

  But we had no time for proper congratulations.

  We had places to be.

  As we ran past the elf, Mira called out, "Wait a minute! Her bow's snapped against the wall, but I want to get more arrows!"

  With a smooth, almost practiced motion, she swept ten arrows out of the elf's quiver and jammed them into her own.

  "Going to need a wider quiver for myself soon," she said happily, rejoining us. "If things keep going this way, that is."

  A small, happy little blush stole across her face when I quirked an eye at her.

  "You sure you just did a little poaching?" I asked, amazed. "Sure you didn't train with an army company?"

  The blush settled into Mira's neck as Kacie nodded appreciatively.

  "Well," Mira giggled happily. "If a deer didn't move faster than that elf, it wouldn't have even made it to childhood.”

  Fair enough, my little sniper.

  It wasn't ten minutes before we gained the mezzanine again, overlooking the wide courtyard that only a few hours ago had held so many training Valkyries.

  Now, the gorgeous women's smooth, controlled movements were made frantic by battle below us, as well as around us.

  At some point, the blue flame lanterns hanging delicately from the ceiling must have come on, and under the influence of their weird blue light, the fighting figures seemed more like ghosts or evil spirits than women and elves.

  Flickering blue light danced upon the Valkyries' bronze armor, delighting their figures with bulbous or foreshortened flames, glancing off of gleaming sword edges that flashed either up, down, or away.

  The light sat perched like a vengeful spirit upon elves' arrow-tips, making them seem alight with a fire that could not be quenched by any means that we knew of.

  "Wow," Mira breathed, momentarily taken aback by it all.

  "You're right, Mira," Kacie agreed, before turning to me and asking, "Okay, Pryvet. How do we get out of this?"

  Stepping up to the railing and raising my shield for protection, I scanned the area.

  All around the c
ourtyard, the raised stone mezzanine flowed like a river, and every door that seemed to exit towards the outside was completely blockaded by swarms of angry elves.

  Behind me, I heard Mira draw her bowstring taught and loose an arrow into a groaning elf.

  Tearing my eyes from the scene, to see if that elf had any compatriots to take care of, I spied a strange insignia upon a wall across the courtyard from us.

  "Mette," I called over my shoulder to the priestess, "Is that insignia the same as was on the door into the temple from the tunnel?"

  I gestured in the direction of the insignia, hoping that Mette would be able to make it out from the melee.

  Mette hurried to the railing to investigate, but at that very moment, a group of five elves down the mezzanine from us slew the Valkyries they fought, and turned in our direction.

  "Shit," I breathed as I spun to ready my shield. "Should I just block?"

  "What?" Mira yelled beside me, drawing back her bowstring and leveling her arrow at the left-most elf. "Of course you should block!"

  With a low twang, Mira let her arrow fly, coursing through the coming night's air, and piercing her target through the throat, even as his companion loosed his arrow at us.

  As though drawn on a string, my arm raised at just the right moment to catch the arrow with the shield's lip, and send it flying back through the stomach of the elf who'd shot it.

  Another twang told me that Mira had shot the third even as mine writhed on the floor, howling in rage and pain as his death came for him.

  Mira raised her bow one last time, but I laid my hand upon her arm as it came up. The elf she was pointing at had dropped his bow and fled.

  "We'll need all the arrows we already have, and I don't' want to spend time fiddling with adding more to your quiver!" I shouted to her over the din. "Mette! Is that the same insignia?"

  Mette spun around, looking like she wanted to hug both her temple maiden and myself.

  In spite of the battle around us, I had to say I wouldn't have minded.