Monstar Saga: Exiled

by Eden Redd

  Kavan looked down at Zellee’s hands, seeing small, oval holes. The webbing slipped into her hands and broke off from the globs holding Kavan to the wall. Zellee eyed him up and down while tapping her cheek with one finger.

  “I don’t want a whole meal, but a taste would satisfy both of us,” the arachnix whispered.

  Kavan struggled a little. He couldn’t pry himself from the wall, but he had full use of his arms and legs.

  Zellee looked up to Kavan, “Oh, I love when you struggle. So powerful and in my grasp.”

  The spider woman clicked closer, reached up and touched Kavan’s chest. “A taste to know for sure.”

  Kavan looked down as Zellee’s hand drifted down his chest to his leggings. Fingers took hold of his belt and unbuckled it. Fingers worked and she undid the top of his leggings.

  Kavan let out a heated exhale as her fingers brushed against him, urges igniting with the moment. Warm fingers pulled down his leggings and then Kavan’s dark red dragonhood sprang to freedom. It throbbed before the arachnix and began to rise under its own power.

  Zellee didn’t blink as she stared at Kavan’s dragonhood. Hands reached up, took hold of her own robe and ripped the front of it open. Hidden buttons popped and clattered on the floor.

  Kavan looked down at her alabaster skin, firm breasts, and pink nipples. Her upper body was slender with flawless skin. She practically glowed in the dim light; her dark spider half lost to the shadows.

  “A taste,” Zellee grinned before lowering her body a little and licking the tip of Kavan’s cock into her mouth.

  A soft exhale slipped from Kavan’s lips as he looked down. Soft lips moved along his veiny shaft, taking it deeper into her mouth. Zellee’s tongue caressed along the shaft and muffled moans rose up. Her head bobbed along his member. Her eyes closed as if she was lost to a dream.

  Bliss and ecstasy pushed at Kavan. He lifted his hand and caressed the back of his fingers to her cheek. A louder muffled moan rose up as Zellee upped the tempo. The intimate song began to grow. The rhythm grew as Kavan gritted his sharp teeth. Pleasure rolled through him, all sense of sanity falling to the background. The hungry urges roared under his skin as he watched Zellee’s masterful work. Lips held onto him as her tongue slathered and snaked along his shaft. When she licked along the edge of his pointed head, the arachnix was rewarded with a drop of seed.

  Zellee pulled back and took hold of Kavan’s throbbing shaft. She stroked him as she looked up, breathing hard and trying to catch her breath at the same time.

  “You taste delicious and I want more,” the arachnix hissed before taking the tip between her lips.

  Kavan growled as Zellee stroked and suckled on him. The sensations working together brought him closer and closer to the edge. Hands caressed her cheek and head as she took a few more inches and moaned. The vibrations travelled along his cock, causing every drop of willpower to drain away.

  A fire bloomed deep within the dragonkin. He watched Zellee suck on him with a loving and hungry nature. Her lips moved back and forth as his cock hardened. A hazy gloom filled his slitted eyes as he felt like he was reaching the edge of no return.

  I don’t want it to end. Not yet.

  Demons roared along his spirit, urging him to spill his seed. Kavan clamped them down, enjoying the intimate moment between them. The heat grew and spiraled into a fever. Another growl filled Kavan’s throat as Zellee cried for more with muffled moans.

  Gained 1 degree in Willpower! Willpower now 4th degree.

  Kavan’s lips parted and a grunt filled the air.

  Zellee’s eyes remained closed as Kavan’s cock thickened in her mouth. Her lips slipped down halfway along the shaft when spurts of thick seed struck the back of her throat. A gentle moan rose up as her lips slid back, another spurt splashing against her tongue.

  The arachnix pulled away, tasting the dragonkin’s seed before swallowing. She opened her eyes just as another thick spurt splashed against her naked chest and dripped down between her heaving breasts. Zellee lifted a hand and rubbed it into her skin, savoring the moment as her entire body tingled.

  “That’s it. That’s the melody. That’s what we needed to feel,” Zellee whispered like it was an incantation.

  Kavan hung from the wall, his cock still hard and bliss singing to his spirit.

  Zellee looked up to him with a wicked smile. “One more taste, just to be sure,” she said as she licked her lips.

  ***

  Kavan stepped out of Orbs Styles, stuffing a few pairs of overalls into his tattered satchel. The morning sun touched his face and he basked in it for a moment, no tension or stress in his shoulders.

  Life is good.

  Kavan chuckled to himself before opening his eyes to the sound of a wagon approaching. He turned his gaze to see Hynrik moving along. A harness was attached to his spider-half and it was attached to a large wagon behind him. The sound of wooden wheels turning echoed off the walls along the street as he walked along on spider legs.

  Kavan glanced at the wagon, seeing a dozen barrels on it, roped together. His gaze shifted to the arachnix.

  Hynrik looked down on the dragonkin for a moment. He sniffed at the air and his brow formed a hard V. An angry flame filled his eyes and he gritted his teeth.

  “Good morning, Hynrik,” Kavan said innocently until after the words came out. It was suddenly apparent to the dragonkin that he just walked out of Zellee’s shop. He took a quick inhale of air and realized he had Zellee’s scent all over him.

  I suppose I’m not the only one with a sensitive nose.

  Hynrik glared at Kavan for a long moment before he stopped in front of him.

  “Magistrate,” Hynrik said curtly with a rage boiling behind his eyes.

  The wide door to the shop opened and Zellee came out, all smiles. She moved closer to Kavan and touched his shoulder.

  “Yes, I would love to meet for dinner,” Zellee said before glancing over and seeing Hynrik.

  The two looked at each other, Hynrik frowning and Zellee’s smile remaining. Hynrik glanced to Zellee’s slightly disheveled robe. He spotted the necklace with a single pearl. He then turned his glare back to Kavan.

  Without another word, Hynrik turned his head and his long, black legs began moving again.

  Shit. I don’t want to get into any drama.

  Zellee leaned in and when Hynrik turned the corner, she licked at Kavan’s ear.

  “Our bond is long broken. Do not concern yourself with Hynrik. He is a selfish arachnix and I’m happier without him,” Zellee said and gave Kavan a soft pat on his butt.

  Zellee stood up to her full height. “My evenings are free. Stop by and we can meet for dinner. No rush. I understand how much in demand you are.”

  Kavan nodded. “I do have some things to do over the next few days, but we will meet for dinner, if that’s okay?”

  “It’s marvelous. Enjoy your day and stop by anytime, for anything,” Zellee winked.

  The arachnix turned and stepped back into her shop.

  Kavan smiled before turning and walking across the street, towards Sturdy Planks.

  The door to the shop opened easily. Kavan stepped in and looked around. Oaks stood by a short table, sanding down a piece of large wood. The goblin’s ears perked up and he turned around with a small smile and goggles over his eyes. Oaks left the worktable and greeted the dragonkin.

  “Kavan, good to see you,” Oaks smiled.

  “Good to see you too,” Kavan smiled back.

  “Any lumber for me today?”

  “Not today. I came for a different reason. I need to furnish my home a little bit. I was wondering if you had any already made pieces, like a couch, tables and a small bed?”

  Oaks nodded. “I do have some in my storage area. They are basic, but they may work until you build your own. Follow me.”

  Kavan followed the goblin to a side door. Oaks opened the door and stepped inside. Kavan followed.

  The dragonkin looked at the storage room. It
was medium sized and filled with an assortment of furniture. All of it was treated wood and basic designs. He looked at a couch with no cushions. Several tables, chairs, dressers, thin beds, and cabinets.

  “What do you need?” the goblin asked.

  “I need a couch, table, a small bed, a few chairs and maybe that nightstand over there,” Kavan said as he pointed to some of the items.

  Oaks nodded. “I can let you have everything you asked for ten coins. I will speak to Zellee and see if she can add cushions for an extra gold coin.”

  Kavan knew he had only twelve coins to his name, but today was payday as well.

  “Sounds like a deal,” Kavan said as he dipped his hand into his belt pouch and pulled out eleven coins.

  The dragonkin handed them over to the goblin. Oaks took them and nodded.

  “I’ll have them delivered first thing tomorrow,” Oaks said matter of fact.

  “Thank you.”

  The goblin nodded. “Thank you. Keep bringing me lumber and I’ll see if I can add some more items another day.”

  The dragonkin and goblin talked for a small moment before Kavan said his goodbyes. He left Sturdy Planks and made his way to the center of town. He turned onto Talon Street and walked up to Brom’s tower.

  The dragonkin lifted his fist to knock on the door when it opened on its own. Stale air flowed out. Kavan peered in, seeing only inky darkness. He placed his hand on the door and pushed. It opened to his touch and the dragonkin stepped inside.

  Once inside, the door slammed shut behind him. Lanterns blazed to life and in the middle of the roundish foyer chamber, Brom stood. The old man looked down, his body still like he didn’t notice Kavan coming in.

  Kavan reached into his belt pouch. “Brom, I have something for you.”

  The lich didn’t move as Kavan pulled out a khess piece and walked toward him. Kavan held the piece before him. A flicker of intelligence touched the old man’s gray eyes. He focused on the carved piece of a knight. A wrinkled hand twitched before reaching up and taking the piece from Kavan’s hand. He quickly stuffed it into an inner pocket.

  Brom looked up into Kavan’s eyes, a sharpness to his gaze. “Have you gained any other mana spheres?”

  Kavan shook his head. “I haven’t gained any new ones. I did increase my fire sphere to 2nd degree after fighting a dregger.”

  Brom’s eyes narrowed. “Have you mediated? Have you let your mana seek out connections?”

  Kavan nodded. “I have meditated, but I haven’t made any connections. I assumed I needed more time.”

  Brom’s eyes flashed with power, “Power waits for no one.”

  Kavan took a step back as the air filled with energy. It crackled along his skin and scales like tiny claws. The power welled up, waves of it coming off Brom. It grew with each passing moment until Brom tilted his head forward.

  Danger touched Kavan’s senses, but before he could take another step back, a fist slammed into his chest. Pain exploded as Kavan was hurtled back and slammed into the wall. The dragonkin fell to his feet and then fell to one knee. Pain throbbed along his chest as he looked up to Brom.

  The old man stood with glowing eyes. Wrinkled skin began to flake off and float into nothing. The appearance of an old man shifted to one of a gaunt, undead man. White skin was pulled tightly over his skull. The lich’s neck was tightly pulled skin and connected to shoulders like sheets of webbing. A triangular hole filled the center of Brom’s face where his nose should be. The light in his eyes died, showing pure white eyes. Lips were nothing more than thin lines over exposed teeth. A sickening green aura surrounded the lich as he stood in his true form.

  Kavan reached around to grab his spear.

  “Touch your spear and I will rip your body to shreds, hudenn,” Brom said darkly.

  Kavan’s hand stopped a few inches from touching his spear.

  “Stand up,” Brom commanded.

  Kavan slowly stood up, the pain along his chest beginning to ease.

  “Pain is your path. I see it now. It has entwined along your soul,” Brom stated.

  The lich’s eyes narrowed. “Do not use your spear, but use every drop of skill you have to defend yourself.”

  Kavan never had a chance to answer. The lich bolted forward in blur. Kavan’s arms went up, blocking an incoming boney fist. The moment it connected, Kavan’s arm shook violently. He barely kept the lich at bay, his arm pressing down on Kavan’s arm and muscles straining.

  Brom’s other fist shot up and slammed into Kavan’s stomach. The power behind the blow caused Kavan’s eyes to bulge out of his head. Power lifted him up and his back slammed against the wall again. Kavan’s boots touched the floor and his head twitched to the side on pure instinct. A boney fist slammed into the wall with power, cracking a solid piece of stone.

  Kavan balled up his fists and slammed each one into the lich’s gut. Each strike was like hitting a boulder. A boney hand grabbed Kavan by the shoulder, lifted him up and threw him.

  Kavan shifted his body and landed on all fours, his body still sliding another three feet. He pushed off the floor, ready to charge, when Brom blurred to him. An open hand slammed into Kavan’s chest and sent him crashing down to the floor.

  Blood spurted up from Kavan’s mouth. He coughed and fought through the waves of pain. He struggled back onto all fours. Brom looked down on the dragonkin with cold eyes.

  “You have power. Use it.”

  Kavan called up his stats.

  Kavan Cynder

  Species: Dragonkin

  Health: Hurt

  Mana: 5

  Gold: 2

  Attributes

  Strength: 4

  Intelligence: 2

  Dexterity: 4

  Constitution: 4

  Willpower: 4

  Natural Abilities

  Claws

  Regeneration

  Spheres

  Fire: 2

  Skills

  Combat: 4

  He’s a monster. I can’t win against him.

  The thought of being unable to fight the lich burned at Kavan’s spirit.

  I can win this. I can beat him!

  “Kavan, I can help,” Viz’s voice filling his mind.

  Kavan shook his head.

  No. This is my fight.

  Claws stabbed out from spindly fingertips. Kavan channeled a point of mana to his fire sphere. Flames engulfed his right hand as he stood up.

  Brom sighed. “You don’t understand what you can do.”

  The lich lifted a hand and snapped his fingers. The flames along Kavan’s right hand were immediately extinguished. Frost grew over his right hand, encasing it in ice.

  Kavan grunted as the ice bit into his scaly hand. Closing his fingers, they strained and shattered the ice.

  “You can’t beat me with your petty magic. Try something else,” Brom said darkly.

  Kavan darted forward. Claws flashed, but stopped short before the lich’s neck. Kavan looked down to see Brom holding his arm by the wrist. Kavan swiped his left-handed claws and they were stopped short again, the lich holding him.

  “Don’t be a whelp. Use your power,” Brom hissed and slammed his forehead into Kavan’s snout.

  Brom let go as Kavan stumbled back. The dragonkin heaved as blood dripped from his snout and mouth. Agony swelled along Kavan, but a deeper fire began to burn brighter.

  “I may have been mistaken. You don’t have the mind and body to grow stronger. I am wasting my time,” The lich sneered.

  Kavan readied to attack again when a faint memory touched his mind. The lich’s own words coming back to haunt him from their first lesson. The memory grew brighter and brighter until Kavan’s eyes narrowed.

  The dragonkin channeled a point of mana, but not toward his fire sphere. The mana flowed into his body. His nerves tingled with new energy, waiting to be further directed. It sang to him, wishing to be useful and not dwell in limbo.

  Kavan’s claws slipped back into his fingers and he made tight fi
sts.

  “Lesson’s not over,” Kavan said with a bloody grin.

  Brom stood his ground when Kavan darted toward him again. The lich’s head swayed to the side a few inches, Kavan’s fists missing the lich. Brom moved his head again, the left fist missing him. Kavan’s foot rose up and kicked, missing the lich as he seemed to float to the side. Kavan growled as he pushed himself to move faster. Fists and kicks blurred out, each one missing the lich. Brom floated and barely moved his head, each strike missing him by an inch.

  Rage fueled Kavan and he roared. A glow touched his throat, but he ignored it. Arms moved like blurring jackhammers, his feet advancing a step at a time. Brom yawned as Kavan couldn’t land a strike. Out of boredom, his skeletal hand shot up and grabbed Kavan by the wrist again, the fist several inches from his decayed chest.

  “Weakling,” Brom hissed.

  Kavan smirked as he extended his fingers and claws stabbed out of fingertips. The points stabbed into the lich’s chest. The green aura flared as Brom looked down. Kavan’s left fist swung around and slammed into Brom’s jaw.

  Kavan’s bloody smile remained as Brom stumbled to the side a step. The lich turned his cold gaze to Kavan, pulled back a boney fist and it blurred into a punch, slamming into Kavan’s chest and sending him crashing to the floor.

  Kavan tumbled onto his back, slid and his horned head tapped the wall. Blood leaked from his short snout as he struggled to sit up and keep fighting.

  You have unlocked the Body Sphere. Gained 1st degree in Body Sphere.

  You have gained 1 point of mana.

  Kavan’s eyes widened as the alerts scrolled across his gaze.

  Brom looked down on Kavan across the chamber, his cold gaze relaxing. When the green aura around the lich died, Brom stood as an old man in a tattered robe.

  Brom nodded and a small smile appeared. “You understand, hudenn.”