Dan the Warlord

by Hondo Jinx

  In the evening, he would host a feast for the grey elves. He dreaded this prospect more than the meetings and relocating the elves combined. He would need to remain civil with Briar and do what he could to keep the grey elves and red elves from fighting.

  He passed through a stone archway, leaving the warmth of the castle and stepping onto the massive balcony where he had defeated Big Bob Bannon. The night was cool and crisp. Stars twinkled faintly in a cloudless sky dominated by the waxing moon.

  Recently, with the moon swelling toward fullness, Nadia’s libido nearly matched Zamora’s. Throughout the day, Dan’s beautiful werewolf wife kept pulling him aside and begging him to nail her in stairwells and closets and far flung corridors.

  Not that he was complaining.

  In fact, as he thought of Nadia’s lunar lust, he considered returning to his bedchamber and waking the green-eyed beauty.

  But no. His mistress of surveillance needed her sleep even if she would happily surrender it for a surprise pounding from her alpha.

  He stood straight and drew his lungs full of crisp night air. He liked the feel of the cold air pressing into his naked torso and the icy burn in his lungs as he breathed the night.

  But he remained rock hard.

  Where are you, Zamora?

  A breeze moaned across the balcony, caressing his naked flesh, but it was just a blast of frigid air blowing out of the mountains, nothing more. Zamora was elsewhere, riding the four winds.

  As he scanned the moonlit valley, satisfaction swelled within his chest. He was the Warlord of the Wildervast, lord and master of all he surveyed.

  And yet, his dick throbbed mercilessly, just as hard and lonely as it had been back in his old life, when he’d had his head so far up his ass that he hadn’t even dared to approach girls.

  He turned and walked back inside.

  What to do, then?

  Slip back into his bedchamber, wake Nadia, and give it to her hard and fast out in the moonlight?

  Or let her sleep and do something to distract himself?

  His stomach weighed in with a growl. Maybe he would slip down to the kitchen and grab a slab of meat. For he was hungry, too. Always horny and always hungry, like some monster of carnal lusts.

  So be it.

  For if carnal lusts weren’t life, what was?

  “Hello?” a voice whispered from across the throne room. “Husband?”

  The voice was husky and low-pitched yet undoubtedly feminine. In other words, sexy as fuck.

  Petronia.

  Dan crossed the throne room and found his gargoyle wife chained to her stone plinth near the stairwell, where she had apparently been parked for the night.

  The wicked and beautiful statue had come to life, as she did every night when the sun set.

  “Hey,” Dan said. He hadn’t spent much time with Petronia, partly because they were on opposite schedules but mostly because Holly kept warning him to avoid being alone with the dark-hearted monster girl.

  Gargoyles could be very seductive, Holly explained, almost as seductive as succubi, and no matter what a gargoyle said, even if she loved a man and was loyal to him, she remained a monster at heart—and evil to the core.

  Petronia smiled wickedly down from her stone plinth. “What a wonderful surprise to see you, husband.”

  “Good to see you, too,” Dan said, and suddenly he forgot all about his grumbling stomach.

  Petronia was nearly as curvaceous as Thelia, but the gray-skinned gargoyle was easily six feet tall. Dan’s gaze scaled her long, shapely legs, hairless mound, taut abdomen, and full, round breasts. The golden chains attached to her wrists were a reminder of her nature, as were the strange pink tattoos twisting along her curves, but Dan ignored these warnings, noticing instead how alive Petronia looked swaying atop the plinth like a headline stripper between sets.

  Sure, she had horns, claws, and a tail. But wow, she was super hot and radiated raw desire, as if she were the personification of lust itself.

  Petronia’s wicked eyes moved slowly over Dan’s naked upper body and locked onto the erection straining to escape his jeans. She licked her lips slowly, and Dan spied pointy little fangs within her pretty mouth. “You are swollen, my liege.”

  “Yeah,” Dan said. “It happens.”

  “Snap my chains,” Petronia said. She smiled seductively down at him, leaned forward, and squeezed her beautiful breasts. “Let me serve you. I will relieve your swelling as it has never before been assuaged.”

  “Sorry,” Dan said. “Can’t do that. Not yet. I need to get to know you first.”

  “Get to know me?” Petronia laughed with lighthearted incredulity. “We are husband and wife.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  The lovely gargoyle swayed back and forth, smoothing her hands over her tight body, jangling the golden chains, which was delicate as the links of a child’s necklace, proof that her golden bonds were merely symbols of the powerful magic locking her to the plinth.

  Petronia’s skin was gray but not the dull gray of concrete. Her flesh was glossy as polished marble and shot through with soft ribbons of milk-white. “What better way to get to know each other than impaling me on that big cock of yours?”

  “Very tempting,” Dan said. “But you’re, you know, evil.”

  Petronia filled the hall with rich laughter. “Evil? And what is evil? Just a word. Besides, dear husband, what is good without evil? Nothing. They are just words, words that exist only in reference to one another. If all the evil in the world were to disappear, would you, being not so good as some other, become evil? I don’t even know what I am. I only know that I want you. I need you. I ache for you.” As Petronia spoke, her hand worked back and forth between her legs, making wet squishing sounds.

  Dan’s erection throbbed, threatening to tear the denim of his jeans. “I want you, too,” he said. “I just don’t trust you.”

  “Don’t trust me? I am your wife, bound to you by marriage and, lest we forget, the dueling pact magic of the great and glorious Illandria, creator and queen of the Wildervast, long may she rule. Should I betray you—and believe me, I have no such desire—I would burst instantly into flames.” She twisted, displaying her epic curves. “Wouldn’t that be a terrible waste?”

  “It sure would,” Dan said, savoring the sight of her perfect ass. “But—”

  “Say no more,” Petronia interrupted. “Hear me, husband, please. With those big muscles of yours, you could easily snap my chains. Do it. Then circle the golden links around my throat. I will be your pet. Your obedient pet. And if your enemies try to harm you…”

  She straightened, throwing her arms wide. Her huge bat wings snapped crisply open. Her eyes glowed brightly, and she snarled, baring bright fangs. “I will destroy them.”

  Power came off her in waves.

  But then Petronia relaxed, folding her wings and going soft and seductive again. “I will serve you faithfully, and you will use me as you please, when you please, night and day—for when you set me free from this cursed plinth, you will also grant me freedom from the prison of daily paralysis.

  “It’s terrible, spending half of my life in stasis, shut out from the world of the living,” she said, her voice throbbing with emotion. “Even now, I tremble. The sun will soon rise, turning my flesh to stone, stopping my heart, hardening my eyes into blind stones. I can’t bear the thought of no longer being able to worship you with my eyes. Come, husband. You are the liberator, the breaker of chains, the lord and master of Freedom Valley. I only ask you to be yourself and free your loving wife.”

  Dan had to admit that Petronia was making some excellent points. He liked her and wanted her, and she would be a powerful ally.

  But Holly’s warnings echoed in his mind. Yes, he was the Warlord of the Wildervast and the head of the harem, but he had learned to listen to his wives—and none more so than his brilliant first wife.

  “Ain’t gonna happen,” he said. “Not tonight, anyway.”

  Pe
tronia nodded sadly. Then she dropped into a squat and leaned forward so that their faces nearly touched, staring into his eyes with desperation. “Please claim me as your wife, then,” she begged, her voice huskier than ever. “If you won’t free me, at least show mercy and let me know the pleasures of your magnificent body. How much more bravely I could face the horror of paralysis if you would end my loneliness and fill me with joy.”

  “In time,” Dan said, reaching up and taking her beautiful, pain-stricken face in his hands.

  “Yes!” Petronia cried, seizing his wrists.

  Before he understood what was happening, his feet left the ground. Petronia stood and hauled him onto the plinth, her face glowing with lust and triumph. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

  She was really strong.

  Dan started to say something, but the beautiful gargoyle twisted sharply, spinning him through the air as if he weighed no more than a child. She laid him on his back, crouched over him, and ripped his jeans open. His manhood leapt free. Petronia seized his hard shaft and squealed with demonic delight.

  Don’t rip my dick off, Dan thought. Then he moaned as Petronia’s beautiful face plunged forward, taking him in her mouth.

  Shockingly, the beautiful gargoyle inhaled his full length in a single, smooth swallow. Her lips cinched tightly around the base of his shaft, and she mewled with pleasure, holding all of him in her mouth and throat, sucking so hard that her cheeks went hollow.

  Dan’s hands closed around her horns, and he held her there as he flexed his ass, pushing even deeper into her throat.

  Petronia only moaned more passionately. She knelt there between his legs, pleasuring him, her shapely ass high in the air, her tail writhing sensuously back and forth above her.

  Then Dan stiffened, shocked by the sensation of Petronia’s tongue moving against his throbbing erection. Moving around it. Moving up it.

  As Dan lay there gripping her curved horns and fucking her mouth with quick little pulsing thrusts, Petronia’s tongue elongated, wrapping slowly around his shaft and twisting upward, encircling him again and again, spiraling up his shaft and squeezing him like a constrictor snake climbing a tree.

  What her tongue was doing wasn’t even possible. It had to be some kind of sex magic.

  But despite his usual misgivings about sorcery, Dan didn’t give a shit right now. Because whatever she was doing, possible or otherwise, regardless of how she was pulling it off, felt fucking awesome.

  Then her tongue released him, and Petronia whimpered, jerking her head side to side, trying to free her horns.

  He pinned her there for just a second longer, then let go.

  The lovely gargoyle whipped her head backward with a throaty gasp and sat up. Dan’s manhood popped free and slapped wetly against his now ripped abs.

  Petronia let her head roll back on her shoulders and arched her back, thrusting her perfect breasts forward. The beautiful, glossy globes pulsed hypnotically as she panted for breath. Her ass twitched back and forth, and her muscular tail undulated like a belly dancer.

  “Now,” Petronia said, seizing his manhood again and smiling down wickedly, “make me your wife. Titles mean nothing. Take me. Fill me with your essence and bind us in spiritual matrimony.”

  “You want me to take you?” Dan said, propping up onto his elbows. “I’ll take you like—whoa!”

  Petronia hopped forward and impaled herself on him. She rode him cowgirl-style, bouncing up and down fast and hard. Her tight, wet channel gripped him, squeezing and yanking his entire length, milking him as she moved.

  The lusty gargoyle had told Dan to take her, to make her his wife, but all he could do was lay there and take it. She was in control now. Which might have been kind of fucked up if it didn’t feel so amazing.

  “Yes,” Petronia growled, as he reached up to squeeze her firm breasts.

  She lifted her hips, freeing all but his swollen head, which her sex squeezed so hard that it hurt. Then she slammed back down him, burying him to the hilt in her hot slit.

  Again and again, she slammed into him, faster and faster, their flesh slapping loudly in the night—which was growing less dark, Dan realized, glancing toward the adjacent throne room, where the gloom was lightening as morning drew near. Soon, his people would rise and greet the day.

  And what of Petronia?

  “Hurry,” she urged him, her voice growing louder as she spoke. “Dawn approaches. Finish inside me, husband. Take me, own me, pump me full of your glorious essence!”

  Dan felt the glowing pressure building within him, felt his impending climax rising rapidly to meet her demands, his aching balls ready to explode inside her. Up and up and up he rose, and Petronia pounded away faster than ever, spewing a lewd and frenzied stream of encouragement, “Yeshusandfuckmefuckmegoodpumpmefullofhotcumnownownow!”

  Petronia rose one last time, quivering with pleasure. She paused at the top of her stroke, gripping his tip in her tight sex, both of them sensing that this was it, that her next thrust would spark the eruption of mutual climax. She stared down into his eyes, a wicked, lustful smile lighting her face—and froze as dawn’s first light broke over the mountains, raced across the valley, and spilled into the castle.

  Dan opened his mouth to roar with surprise but froze in place. He couldn’t scream, couldn’t move, couldn’t even cum, though his balls had already begun to tighten painfully in what was to have been the first spasm of release.

  Petronia was crouched over him, her wicked smile evil and lascivious and triumphant. She had frozen like a statue. All of her, even the channel that still gripped the head of his rigid manhood, had turned to marble once again.

  He panicked, hearing footsteps approaching down the hall. But he couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t even breathe.

  Numbness swept over him, moving over his feet and legs and hips like the dark shadow of a passing cloud rolling across a valley floor. With a spasm of terror, he realized that in the wake of the numbing cloud, his flesh was turning to stone. Unable to stop it, unable to even whimper, Dan felt the numbness roll over him.

  And he was lost to darkness and stillness and a boundless world of nothing.

  6

  Surprise, Surprise

  For an unknowable length of time, Dan was lost in the void. Blind and deaf, unable to feel or smell or think—and yet conscious in a strange way that he could neither ponder nor understand. This was existence without referent or relevance; being without thinking or feeling; a stalled sentience in an unfeeling, unmoving darkness.

  And then the world rushed back in.

  Dan gasped, lying upon his back beneath Petronia, who howled a triumphant “yes!” and plunged downward, burying his manhood deep inside her, where he exploded, pumping jet after jet of hot seed into her hungry womb. As the gorgeous gargoyle bucked, squealing with orgasm, her bat wings snapped open and beat the air.

  Dan roared, pulling Petronia down, and crushing her convulsing body against his. The monster girl moaned and laughed as they shuddered through the mutual climax in a tight embrace. Her skin was warm and soft against his naked flesh, and her shaking body was deliciously firm and curvy.

  So much so that for several seconds, he forgot all about the terror and confusion he’d felt as his body had turned to stone.

  Wait, he thought, with a fresh spike of alarm, I turned to stone!

  Petronia nuzzled into him, her breath warm against his throat, her breasts swaying back and forth, their tips brushing against his chest. “Oh husband,” she moaned, “that was wonderful. Again, please. Do it again, but this time—”

  “No,” Dan said, pushing her up and away. “Time has passed. We turned to stone.”

  “Mm,” Petronia purred, rocking her hot, wet slit across his erection, painting him in their mingled juices. “Feels like one part of you remains petrified. Now let’s just slide that—”

  “Enough,” a voice said.

  Dan jerked his head around to see Holly standing there with her arms crossed. “Husband,
we have a problem.”

  Dan felt his face grow hot. He would have told Holly about his romp with the gargoyle first thing that morning, would have told all his wives, and wouldn’t have felt a single qualm about consummating his marriage to Petronia.

  But getting caught in the act felt wrong, and his face burned with embarrassment.

  “How long have you been standing there?” he asked. “What time is it? And what do you mean, a problem?”

  Before Holly could answer, Petronia spoke up. “I do apologize, sister-wife, for delaying our husband. I’m certain that you, of all people, will understand the rapture I felt as he made love to me. I’m afraid that in my ecstasy, I forgot myself—and the time—completely.

  “I doubt that, sister-wife,” Holly said. “But whatever the case, it does not matter now. Welcome to the harem. As the junior member, you will listen to all of your sister-wives and especially to me.”

  Petronia stood and bowed, a hint of her mischievous smile lingering. “Of course, first wife. Of course. I couldn’t be happier.”

  Despite the highly awkward situation, Dan couldn’t help but fixate on Petronia’s incredible body as she bowed to Holly.

  “Come along, husband,” Holly said. “Let us talk of marriage and troubles.”

  “Coming,” Dan said, climbing to his feet.

  “Mm,” Petronia said. “If only you were coming.”

  Dan grinned, pulling up his jeans.

  “I would invite you to join us,” Holly said, countering the gargoyle’s satisfied smile with her own smirk, “but it appears that my husband retained enough sense to leave you chained to your plinth… and we have business elsewhere in the castle.”

  Petronia threw back her beautiful head with a burst of wicked laughter. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun!”

  “Yes,” Holly said, “it is going to be fun.”

  “May I proceed, Holly?” a trembling voice asked out of thin air. “May I?”