by Eric Vall
“Don’t,” I whispered into her ear as I slid myself out slowly. “I want to hear you.”
The cat-girl leaned her head back against me and moaned into the open air as I moved even slower inside of her warmth. As she climaxed, I ran my fingers through her hair, and she purred loudly. I grinded against her and felt my pleasure rise even higher as she tightened around my penis in orgasm.
As she rode me, the sounds that escaped her lips were light and airy. Her hips bucked against me faster and urged me to pick up the pace again, so I happily obliged. My own orgasm was close but I held it off easily since I wanted to savor the sweetness of Carmedy’s warm and wet core. The more I was inside the cat-girl, the more I didn’t want to stop. I breathed her in, since each of my minions had a different scent and I savored each of them equally. The short alchemist always smelled of sweet elderflower and burning incense, a combination I thoroughly enjoyed, especially in moments like these.
“M-Master,” the cat panted as she reached around for me with one trembling paw, and I grabbed it and held it tightly in my hand.
From the way she twitched and shook against me, I could tell her second orgasm was on the verge of blossoming across her body, so I moved my length inside of her faster. Before she could come again, I grabbed her by the hips, and turned her around. Then I held her in my arms, her knees in the crook of my elbows as I pressed her back against the pole and pounded into her wildly.
I gave my minions love and pleasure they had never known before, and I always aimed to pleasure them multiple times during a session. The other times I had made love to the cat-woman, she came upwards of five times, but while I wanted to break that record, we were out in the open between tents, and I didn’t believe this was the correct time to make the attempt.
My penis was soaked with her juices and our skin met in a moist stickiness that only comes from a woman’s most personal place, and as I felt her tighten around me for the fifth time, I knew I would send my little alchemist off into the best orgasm of her life. This time the black-haired beauty didn’t just moan into my ear, she gripped onto my shoulder, threw her head back as her eyes rolled, and exposed the whites of her eyes. She screamed and bucked against me while I gritted my teeth and twitched inside of her. I finally allowed myself to climax, so I buried my face in her neck as I thrust into her one last time. Then my body tensed, and she growled as my seed filled her insides to the brim.
“Master, you are amazing,” Carmedy purred once I had finished pouring into her.
“I wish to please you,” I said as I slowly slid out of her tunnel. The movement made a wet sound, and I saw a flow of our combined juices drip down from her entrance.
“You did,” she gasped as she kissed me deeply. “You are so good to me. That is why I love you, Master.”
I let go of her and helped Carmedy to her feet as her knees shook underneath her. I bent down and retrieved her discarded panties and helped her into them, and she giggled softly as I slid them all the way up her pale and wet thighs. Then I tucked my still-hard penis back inside my leather undergarments and retied the leather strings of my pants. I could tell she was tired and weak from our sex, and I took her paw in my hand as I led her back to our shared tent for the night. The entire encampment was silent as we made our way through, and Carmedy and I spoke quietly to ourselves. I lifted the flap of our tent for her, and she gave me a soft smile and stepped inside. But then she halted as her ears twitched nervously, and her huge emerald eyes wandered over the inside of the tent.
“Where are Rana and Morrigan?” she asked worriedly as she turned back to me. “They went to bed early, they should be here.”
I looked around the room and it did look as if they had been headed off to sleep. The bed had the blankets pulled back and one of the pillows fluffed to the fox-woman’s liking. I touched its soft surface and sensed something amiss. I turned back to Carmedy, and her emerald eyes were huge with worry.
Right as I moved for the tent flap, two loud screams echoed through the camp, and both Carmedy and I whipped our heads in the direction it came from. Two voices I recognized immediately. Carmedy and I rushed out of the tent, and I whipped around as another scream vibrated through the air, this one in pain. The cat-woman jumped from beside me, and her tail found its way between her hands as she twisted it nervously. Her huge eyes that were once glossy from the wine were now clear as day.
“Rana!” Morrigan screeched, and panic beat at my brain. The elf never screamed, rarely even raised her voice, but she was shrieking in terror. Ansel and Amos rushed by with their weapons drawn, and Ansel moved to say something, but I spoke first as I sensed the change in the air around the Tamarisch encampment, the beating of fifteen unfamiliar hearts invading.
“Enemy soldiers,” I barked, and Ansel nodded and gestured for Amos to head on without him. From the darkness behind, Adam appeared, a bow held in his hands and an arrow already in place.
“That was one of your women, correct? Rana, was it?” Ansel questioned, but I shook my head as I moved to join them.
“No, Morrigan,” I growled as I reached into my void pocket for the God Slayer and pulled the mighty weapon out.
“Be careful, friend, these Tintagal bastards are savages,” Adam warned as he searched the shadows for enemy soldiers.
Something was very wrong. I could sense both of Rana’s and Morrigan’s heart beats, but Morrigan’s was elevated to a frightening speed, and Rana’s was quiet, barely beating. Rage burned through my entire body, and my dark powers swirled up to meet the God Slayer, pouring my strength into it as I prepared to destroy whoever had hurt my minions.
No man would dare even look in my minion’s direction after I was done ripping these enemy soldiers limb from limb. Any man who dared to lay their hands upon my women was as good as dead. I was nearly salivating with the urge to kill and destroy all those in my path. It was yet another reminder of my past, but I quickly pushed that thought away. I would not calm myself down now. Those men would pay.
I lifted my head as green light exploded deeper in the camp, and an entire tent was blasted into the air as Morrigan’s enraged scream came once more. My quietest minion was showing the enemies what it was like to take on a High Elf, but I knew my pale woman would only last so long by herself and her limited dark magic. We needed to get there as soon as possible before she was overrun, but from the terrified screams coming from where the light shot up, she was doing a pretty good job of defending herself so far.
“No,” I snarled as I slammed the butt of the God Slayer down on the frozen ground, and the weapon snapped to life with the glint of its curved and malicious blades. “It is the Tintagal soldiers who dared to step foot on our ground that need to be careful. They have a wrathful god coming for them.”
Chapter Five
Ansel, Adam, Carmedy and I ran through the camp with the rest of the Tamarisch army at our backs. Morrigan’s screams assaulted our ears, and from the blasts of heat and power, I could tell she was continuing her onslaught. Ansel communicated with his other ranks through complicated whistles and clicks I had never witnessed before, and Carmedy’s black ears twitched and rotated as she heard them, too. As Ansel listened to a particularly shrill whistle, he nodded his head, and his eyes hardened.
“Tintagal soldiers, about fifty of them,” he murmured as he nodded to me. “They’ve invaded the barracks, and the few soldiers already there are holding them off along with one of your women. The other, Rana, has been incapacitated.”
“Ansel,” I growled through my teeth as I gripped tighter onto the God Slayer, and the larger man turned his head to look at me as we strode towards the commotion, “how attached are you to these tents?”
“Not very, we have plenty in the arsenal at the palace. Why do you ask?” he questioned while taking giant strides, his sword held at his side in preparation of the battle against our enemies.
I grinned wickedly at his reply, and then I whipped the God Slayer from left to right in the air as I summoned a
ll of my dark power into the weapon. Then I whirled the polearm overhead once before I slammed it into the frozen ground below my feet with an explosive crack. The earth surged in front of me like it was rocked with an earthquake, and before our eyes, the stakes that held the tents down exploded from the ground like missiles and the ropes that held them in place whipped through the air like thick snapping snakes. In a split second, I removed both of my hands from the staff of God Slayer and parted the air in front of me. With the movement, the tents and everything inside them exploded outwards with a tumbling crash.
A pathway now cleared in front of us, so I grabbed the God Slayer and wrenched it free from the ground. Ansel and Adam first glanced at each other opened mouthed and then back to me, their eyes huge with wonder. They had only seen a fraction of my power, but soon, they would find out the full extent of what I could do.
Ahead of us, there was a mass of people that I assumed were Tintagal soldiers. Even from this far away, my eyesight was nearly perfect, and I could make out their dented and damaged armor. They were a sad little group of forty-five men, five of their brothers dead on the ground as the Tamarisch army rounded themselves up to surround them. However, that was not what caught my attention. It was the blasting green light from the middle of the Tintagal men and the two familiar heartbeats I knew so well.
We were nearing the Tintagal line of attack. Some of them had bows drawn and others stood swords at the ready while the ones closest to the middle were preoccupied with my enraged minion. A small paw patted my arm, and I swiveled my head to look down at Carmedy. Usually, the cat-woman would be frightened, holding her tail protectively and cowering behind my back, but this time was different. Her eyes blazed with a new type of fire, and her lips set into a tight line.
“Master,” she said in a persuasive tone as the pupils of her huge eyes dilated in the darkness, “can I try something out?”
“What is it, Carmedy?” I inquired while I glanced back and forth between the cat and the enemy lines.
“It’s a new type of concoction I’ve been working on,” she sputtered out as she hopped from one foot to the other restlessly. “I really want to try it out, and it’ll help us get to Morrigan and Rana faster.”
“Very well,” I said as I laid a gentle hand on her shoulder, and she nodded firmly once as she hid behind my back.
I peeked over at her, and she was quickly rummaging through her bundles, before she found the right one and untied it. Then she reached into her pack, pulled out a small bulb-shaped bottle, yanked the cork out with her pointed teeth, and poured the fizzy orange liquid in. Smoke poured from the opening of the little bag, and she hastily sealed it and stepped out from behind my back with her slingshot drawn. She gave the small bundle three quick shakes, and loud pops came from the bubbling contents inside. Then she dropped the bundle into the slingshot's cradle, drew it back, and snarled with her lips pulled back against her pointed teeth.
“Eat shit and die!”
My eyebrows shot up in surprise at her declaration. Carmedy rarely cursed, and this was a first for her. Ansel stifled a deep chuckle with the back of his hand, but what we should have been watching was the packet as it whizzed through the air with deadly accuracy. It struck the ground at our enemy’s feet with a wet smack, then just lay there. One of the Tintagal men looked at it, flipped it over with the tip of his boot, and laughed loudly to his comrades.
“Was that supposed to do something?” Ansel asked out of the corner of his mouth, but when I glanced down at Carmedy, her paws still clutched around the shaft of the sling-shot. She was muttering something to herself, and I didn’t catch the first few words, but the last ones I heard made a malicious smile spread over my lips.
“Three, two, one, blast off,” Carmedy muttered, her emerald eyes narrowed on the small brown lump on the ground.
The detonation that came after was deafening. Noxious orange smoke billowed from the gaping crater where the small bundle once lay. The cat-woman crouched and covered her ears as the shockwave hit and blew our hair back with a strong wind, and then the ground rippled underneath our feet. Tintagal men were ripped from the field and hurled into the sky like rag dolls, their faces masks of pain and horror. The leader who had flipped the bundle was completely obliterated. There was nothing left but black boots soaked with blood and torn flesh.
Fifteen of the Tintagal men lay dead, and a few of those still standing were missing limbs as they gushed blood onto the frozen ground. With a hole torn in their ranks, we could now see the weaving form of the white-haired elf and Rana’s fallen body. Green power blasted out of the palms of Morrigan’s hands, but this time the color was weak and cut short as it only hit three men.
The wicked jade power moved like fire and consumed each man wholly. I had never seen Morrigan use an ability like this, and the way she wielded it was uncontrolled and reckless, so I guessed she was using it more on instinct than knowledge. Her eyes were solid black, and her usually emotionless face was pulled back in a roar as she stood defensively in front of Rana’s motionless form.
Pride swelled in my chest. Not only did my minions care for my safety but they also cared for each other. Morrigan circled the fox-woman’s body, surefooted like a mother bear defending her cub, and kept the Tintagal soldiers at bay with her dark magic each time they rushed forward. I wished I could have observed more, but I could feel Morrigan’s power waning. She simply was not used to this much output, especially with a newly discovered power.
“Carmedy,” I commanded in a firm voice, and she scuttled forward with her slingshot at the ready, “fire at will.”
A cynical smile I had never seen before spread over her lips, and she frantically began mixing potions from the bundles at her waist. She made five at once, and I watched with a keen eye as she walked sideways and shot the packets into the mass of men, her tongue pressed into the corner of her mouth as she concentrated.
“Master?” Ansel asked from behind me, waiting for further instructions, but I didn’t even glance back at him,
“Ansel, keep your men back until I reach my women,” I ordered as I stepped forward onto the battlefield where the enemy soldiers waited for me with their weapons poised to attack. “I want to show you what a true god can do.”
As soon as I moved, a collective yell rose up from the Tintagal ranks, and then they rushed forward. I breathed in deeply through my nose as I closed my eyes and smelled the stench of death, blood, and the musky incense of Morrigan’s magic. I gripped the God Slayer in my left hand and held out my right, palm up and fingers tensed. The first wave of men barely left the ranks before roots erupted from the hard earth and wrapped themselves around their ankles and feet.
The roots slowly worked their way up the soldiers’ bodies like pointed fingers, and I tensed my hand into a fist as I opened my eyes. The roots tightened as my hand did and wrapped around the soldiers’ throats to choke them. I passed these struggling men caught in my trap and paid them no mind as they were slowly suffocated. Then the dead men were dropped to the dirt as the roots moved on to their next victims.
Pandemonium erupted as all of the Tintagal soldiers broke rank and rushed for me. One man dared to come head on, waving an ax like a madman, but in one swift movement, I gripped the God Slayer in both my hands, slammed the blades into his chest with a sickening thud, and lifted his speared body up and over mine. He died instantly and then landed on the ground with a crack of bone.
Three men raced forward with their swords held out in front of them as they shouted together, “For Tintagal!”
A sadistic smile stayed on my lips, but right as they were about to reach me, a fountain of lava spurted from thin air, and they ran right through it. Their melted flesh dripped in long streams down their exposed bone, and their screams were like music to my ears as more of Carmedy’s earth-shattering bombs went off left and right. In the broken circle of men, Morrigan knelt and cradled Rana in her arms. Any man who dared come near was shot away with a blast of hellish green lig
ht from the elf’s palm.
I could sense every heart beat like a symphony of drums pounding in my ears. Morrigan’s had calmed, and the fox-woman’s had returned to normal though she still hadn’t regained consciousness. I was done playing games, so I gripped the God Slayer in tightly clenched fists, swung the weapon over my head, and then brought it down in front of me. As I did so, I pushed out the dark power pulsing from the blades to slice into four men at once. The weapon cleaved them cleanly in two, and there was a moment of silence as the bottom halves of these men took two or three steps forward before their torsos slid off to the ground with heavy thuds.
Morrigan raised her head, and her wholly black eyes connected with mine as her mage markings flashed and flickered hatefully in the darkness. The green light emanating from her hands was fading, and her long white hair whipped around her worried pale face. Then her expression broke and she lifted one of Rana’s limp hands and found the protection ring. She twisted the stone in it and light shimmered around them as the protective bubble came into place.
I watched as one man saw the elf lower her hands, and he took that as an opening to charge at my two minions, but as soon as he reached them, there was an electric crackle as he ran straight into the suddenly blooming forcefield. His head ricocheted off it with a spurt of blood, and I saw his nose was broken and pressed flat against his face at an angle as he stumbled backward in agony.
I lifted both hands into the air and all of the enemy forces stopped dead in their tracks as if they were now frozen in place. A low humming rumbled up around us as I concentrated hard, and the eyes of the Tintagal soldiers rolled in their sockets to home in on me. An eerie sense of calm washed over the battlefield, and each soldier dropped their weapons as I walked through their frozen ranks.
No one moved or breathed as the humming grew louder, and then there was a gurgling cry from the left of me as the head of one of the Tintagal soldiers fell back. The soldier's eyes rolled back to expose only the whites as his soul was extracted through his mouth and nostrils. His soul flowed out for a second then drifted upwards to collect in the air like a swirling cloud of pure white smoke. He was the first to fall, and from inside the encampment, I could hear Fea and Macha cawing loudly as they detected a freed soul. Slowly, as I passed each stiffened enemy, their soul worked its way up their throats and continued skyward to join their brethren.
