by Dante King
“Overdressed,” Rami-Xayon panted, nodding, “yes, definitely overdressed.”
She slipped her sleek, body-hugging enjarta catsuit off, revealing her lithe, tawny form in all its naked glory. If my cock hadn’t been ready to explode up until this point, it sure as hell was now.
In seconds, Isu was naked too. Damn, it had been a while since I’d seen her naked, and I’d almost forgotten what a glorious sight it was, from her huge but gravity-defying tits to her big round ass, and the cheeky strip of close-trimmed hair on her pubic mound.
“Come here, girls,” I said, “and let’s anoint this new friendship.”
The two women leaned in closer, and we took turns. First, I locked lips with Rami-Xayon, tasting her tongue while I reached up and massaged Isu’s heavy tits as she hastily undressed me. Then, I switched to Isu, darting my tongue into her mouth while Rami-Xayon took over the task of getting my clothes off. After a minute or two, the pair started kissing each other again. I just leaned back and watched, playing with their swollen nipples in my hands while I enjoyed the show.
As fun as it was to fondle their tits, I was hungry for more. I always was. With each hand, I reached down, brushing their silky bellies with my fingertips to tease them as I moved slowly down their bodies. Their skin glowed with the heat of their arousal. I moved my hand to each of their crotches, teasing them with fleeting touches near their openings. Each woman gyrated her hips and bucked her groin to try to get her sex onto my fingers, but I grinned and dodged their attempts, enjoying teasing them a while longer.
My dick was so hard at this point, I was honestly a little worried that it would pop like an overstuffed sausage. Rami and Isu both eagerly tugged my underclothes, and my cock sprang out, pointing proudly skyward.
The divine beauties’ mouths lurched away from each other and went for me. They were hungry all right, and this was a meal big enough for both of them. Isu started sucking on the head of my prick while Rami-Xayon ran her wet lips and hot tongue up and down the length of my shaft, teasing my stones with darting flicks of her tongue as both of them caressed my muscular chest and shoulders with appreciative fingertips.
My whole body trembled with pleasure, an affect the spider-root tea greatly enhanced. I pressed a hand onto each woman’s sex, sighing with bliss as I felt how hot, swollen, and dripping wet they both were. I slipped a finger into each of them while my thumb gently pressed their pleasure point above. The deft movements of my hands had them both gasping and writhing and moaning madly as they started sucking on and licking my throbbing cock with even more vigor.
Rami-Xayon whimpered with joy as my expert fingers sent wave after wave of sheer ecstasy coursing through her. She took as much of my member as she could fit into that petite mouth of hers while Isu turned her tongue and lips to my balls, sucking on them softly while she panted and shuddered with the pleasure of my fingers inside her.
We carried on like this for a while longer until each woman cried out with their climax. Isu gushed as she reached her peak. Rami’s whole body slackened, and she collapsed onto me, shuddering and shivering as if caught in the grips of a violent fever.
I wanted more. At this point, I needed more. I picked up Isu, turned her around so that she was facing me while I sat on the sofa, and lowered her onto my cock. She gasped and moaned as I slid into her hot opening. When I’d buried myself up to the base, a drawn-out shudder ripped through her, as if she was climaxing just from having me inside her. She started grinding her hips, moving them up and down, letting out little gasps and squeals of pleasure with each deep thrust.
Rami-Xayon climbed up and started kissing me while I fucked Isu. Then, I directed her head to one of Isu’s big, bouncing breasts. She took Isu’s tit in her hand and swirled her tongue around Isu’s pale nipple while I reached over with one hand and slipped my fingers back into Rami-Xayon. With the other, I started rubbing Isu’s hardened pleasure point while she rode me
It didn’t take long for Isu to reach her peak again. She screamed and writhed and drenchrf my cock while Rami-Xayon continued to suck on her nipple. Now it was Rami-Xayon’s turn for some of this magic rod, so they switched places, with Rami-Xayon feeding me into her unbelievably tight sex an inch at a time. Isu, meanwhile, squatted down behind Rami-Xayon and started tasting her.
Now, this was a sight: Rami-Xayon’s tits with their dark nipples bouncing in my face, riding me with an almost crazed vigor, while Isu pleasured her. It was enough to drive me to the edge, but I held on until Rami-Xayon, riding me so fast and furiously that I was worried she might break it, finally screamed out and arched her back as another orgasm tore through her.
“I’m ready,” I grunted.
Rami-Xayon, sweating and almost delirious with pleasure, managed to climb off me.
She and Isu went down on their knees, each looking up at me with eager smiles as they finished me off, two hands wrapped around my shaft while the other two took my stones and fondled them. I showered them with my biggest seed shot in a long time. Another effect of the spider-root tea? They moaned with each blast, greedily licking it off the other’s face when it landed there as if they wanted it all for themselves.
We all collapsed into a sweaty heap on the sofa, reveling in our shared experience and the triumph of defeating the evil Council of Aith.
Soon, we were all ready for another round, something I was sure would have happened without the tea too. But even as the two divinely beautiful women started worshiping my cock with their mouths, I couldn’t keep my thoughts away from the dark journey that lay ahead...
Chapter Twenty-Five
We left Aith shortly after sunrise, with my army bigger than ever, now that I had my undead war-spiders. Webmaven Layna had bid us farewell. She’d wished to come with us, but had too many issues to deal with in her city, now that the council had fallen. I promised to return to her when I’d hunted down my uncle. I hated leaving behind a woman with whom I’d shared a strong connection, but that promise had been made to myself, too. I would return for Layna and see if I could convince her to join my party.
Passing through the city also meant leaving behind the highest peaks in the mountain range. The forest grew thicker around us as the land flattened and opened up. Over the next few days, we began to encounter small villages and farms again. This might have been a heartening sight in normal circumstances, but these weren’t normal circumstances. The villages and farms were deserted, seemingly abandoned in a hurry, and not too long ago—that was, by those who’d made it out. The scent of Death was thick in the air, and I could feel its cold chill in my bones. And that was before we actually entered the villages, often even before we saw them. Once inside, I didn’t need to rely on any other sense than smell or sight to find evidence of slaughter. Men, women, children, even the elderly had been massacred, their bodies left to rot wherever they had fallen. We could find no corpses of young women though. My uncle Rodrick wasn’t even remotely trying to hide the fact that he and his men were behind these atrocities.
We swore to avenge these innocents who had been cut down by Rodrick and his forces. It was yet another reason to pursue our mission, a reminder that my uncle and anyone who helped him in his evil pursuits deserved nothing less than a painful death. Of course, we still had to rescue Lucielle from him too. If he had her, it may already be too late, and then we might all die too. But there was no point ruminating on this possibility. Instead, I thought of how sweet my vengeance would be when I finally shoved Grave Oath into my uncle’s lying throat and watched his head shrivel up as I sucked his soul out.
That thought never failed to motivate me. Eyes on the prize.
We had some hurdles ahead before I could claim my satisfying reward. We had to get past the Jotunn. I’d never actually seen one of them, but I’d heard plenty of tales. Most stories depicted them as 20 feet tall and with blue skin. Immense strength enabled them to wield gargantuan clubs enchanted with Cold magic. They were also capable of living for hundreds of years, but their war-
like culture meant their lifespans were often much shorter than that.
And everything I’d heard about them indicated they were tough, no-nonsense bastards, and not particularly welcoming to strangers—in the sense that they ended up eating half of the people who came their way. Yeah, the Jotunn quite enjoyed the taste of human flesh. Perhaps you could say they were welcoming to strangers, in the same way as I was welcoming to a plate of grilled meat after a battle victory.
The one good thing about the Jotunn was that they were probably not allied with the Blood God. The Jotunn didn’t worship any gods, never had and most likely never would. They believed themselves equals to gods, and they refused to worship anyone. As unhappy as they might be about me passing through their territory, at least they wouldn’t be working for the Blood God like the Council of Aith had been.
Then there was the matter of getting the Cloak of Changing from the Jotunn king, Engroth. Best-case scenario, we wouldn’t need the cloak in the end. Hopefully, defeating Rodrick and destroying the Temple of Blood would put an end to the Blood God once and for all. However, in the event that my uncle escaped, or that he managed to sacrifice Lucielle before I could prevent it, we sure as hell would be needing that Cloak of Changing—in addition to a bunch of other items scattered across the length and breadth of the known world. I couldn’t afford to pass up the opportunity to get the cloak since we wouldn’t be passing through this area again, regardless of what happened. As to how we were going to get it—well, the king of the Frost Giants was as likely to want to eat us as he was to negotiate over the purchase of an enchanted wolfskin.
After we passed several more ravaged villages, the landscape kept opening up around us. Soon, we were in open fields, strewn with boulders and covered with a couple feet of snow. Cold meant nothing to my undead troops, but for the living ones, it was starting to get uncomfortable. Even I could feel it in my bones, and I’d always been resilient to low temperatures. It felt like exactly the kind of place the Frost Giants would choose as their homeland.
Sure enough, Friya rode up next to me and confirmed it.
“Be vigilant, Raiser of the Dead,” she said. “The Jotunn attack first and ask questions later.”
“Got it,” I said as my gaze swept across the snow-covered landscape.
“You are a brave warrior and an exceptional commander, and you wield the power of Death magic with great potency,” Friya said. “But do not underestimate the Jotunn. They are ferocious opponents, and very resistant to death.”
“I can bring death to anything that breathes,” I said. “It’s just a matter of finding its weakness. And every living thing, no matter how strong or fierce, has a weakness.”
The wind was picking up, stirring flurries of snow, and fresh snow fell from thick black clouds above. Soon, the wind was raging, and we were caught in the grips of a full-blown blizzard. The icy chill soaked into every cubic inch of my body and was locking up my joints; even staying mounted on Fang was proving to be difficult. I hoped we wouldn’t have to do battle in these conditions, no matter our power or size. I could barely see a yard ahead of me. Everywhere I looked, I saw a wall of white. I couldn’t use my harpy here, because what would it be able to see in the sky that I couldn’t see down here? Everything was white, above and below.
The Jotunn were no doubt used to fighting in conditions like these. They might be only a few yards away, and we’d just stumble into their midst. All we could do was push blindly on and hope the blizzard would blow over before we came near any Frost Giants.
The blizzard raged for hours, and everyone was cursing and complaining in a continuous stream by the end of it—even Drok and Friya, who were accustomed to the Wastes and its frost. And then, just as the wind died down and visibility was opening up, I saw my first Frost Giant.
He was huge, at least 25 feet tall, and he must have weighed almost two tons. Except for his blue skin, he could have been mistaken for an oversized northern barbarian. His armor consisted of a few steel plates around the shoulders, furry bearskin patches here and there, fur boots, a fur loincloth, and a conical helm of steel, with huge horns topping it off. It seemed to provide sparse cover, not only for battle but also for the cold. As for his weapon, he carried a battle-axe so huge, it could have lopped Fang’s head off with one blow.
He also happened to be dead. His face had been caved in from what looked like an exceptionally mighty blow, perhaps from another Jotunn’s club. As we rolled past this huge corpse, I started to sense it: the presence of Death. It was extremely potent and concentrated. As the wind and snow continued to give way to calm, clear air, we saw more dead Jotunn strewn across the ground.
These corpses were obviously from a battle, but it looked like a battle among themselves. Jotunn warriors lay in heaps all over the snow-thick field. It looked as if they had banded together here to make last stands, obviously overwhelmed by a superior force.
“A Jotunn battle,” Rollar said as he rode up next to me on his direbear. “I never thought I’d see the aftermath of one. From what I know of the Jotunn, battles as large as this one are very rare. They fight and kill one another often enough, yes, but those are usually drunken brawls, or feuds between small bands of them. This… I do not know what could have happened here. Perhaps your uncle and the Blood God are involved somehow.”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
“Indeed,” Rollar said. “Everywhere your uncle has been, he has left a trail of death and destruction in his wake. This seems no different.”
Friya rode up next to us. “I do not think that this was Rodrick or his followers’ doing. Your uncle surely would have known that he and his people would not be well-received by the Jotunn. He would have tried to limit contact with them. And if he had fought them, they would have died in different ways. These Jotunn have been killed by other Jotunn, not by magic. Nothing your uncle or the Blood God could have offered could have convinced them to do this to each other, at least nothing I can think of. Look at their armor; there are two different colors. This was no spur-of-the-moment fight. This was a planned battle between two separate Jotunn armies.”
Friya was right. Some of them had daubs of yellow paint smeared across their helms and the steel sections of their armor.
“I could try touching one of them,” I said. “I’d know exactly what happened when they died.”
“Don’t!” Isu yelled, her tone suddenly commanding.
I looked to her, expecting an explanation.
“The Jotunn aren’t human. You’ll find entering their memories rather traumatic. You mind may break, or you may be very exhausted for many days.”
“Either way, we can’t risk that,” I agreed.
I gritted my teeth and stared at the corpses. Something stirred in the snowfall ahead. A huge form materialized like some vast tree out of the murky expanse. A living Jotunn, standing upright with his back turned to us, gripping a mighty axe. How had this fierce loner survived whatever had killed the hundreds lying dead on the field?
“Get ready!” I called out to my fighters. “If he tries anything, we’ll make sure he regrets having survived the battle!”
I brandished my kusarigama and approached the Jotunn, who seemed to be simply standing there. It might well be a diversion. I began to draw upon the power of my skeletons, sucking their strength and energy into the weapon’s chain. If this tree-sized asshole tried anything, I’d hit him with a blow that would rip his massive head off his brawny shoulders.
It was one thing to see a dead Frost Giant lying on the ground, but it was another thing altogether to see one up close, standing on his two legs and towering over you as if you were nothing but a newborn infant looking up at a bear. I had approached within a few yards of this colossus, who still did not turn around or react, and I finally called a halt to our column. It would have been easy enough to have simply walked around the Frost Giant, but I was burning with curiosity.
“You, Jotunn!” I roared. “Do you speak the common tongue?”<
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He turned around slowly, and his huge, bearded face with craggy features displayed a look of deep despair.
“I do, human,” the Jotunn rumbled. There was no hint of threat or intimidation in his voice.
“I am no mere human. I am Lord Vance Chauzec, God of Death.”
“Human… god… it makes no difference to the Jotunn,” he said. “I do not care who you are or why you are here. Continue on your journey. I will not stand in your way.”
With that, he stepped aside. With everything I’d heard about Jotunn behavior, I was surprised. Before I carried on, I did want to know what had happened. It might just turn out to be relevant for our own mission.
“What is your name, Jotunn? I gave you mine; it is only courteous to give me yours.”
“I am Mur,” he rumbled. “But my name does not matter. It will be forgotten, as will the names of all of my friends and comrades who lie dead in this field.”
“What happened here, Mur?”
“I lost. They left me alive to suffer, instead of killing me so that I could join my dead brothers in the War Halls of the Sky. This is my punishment: to live.”
“Who did this to you? And to your brothers?”
“King Engroth. He defeated my army. My rebellion was destroyed, and that tyrant will continue his corrupt reign. My brothers and I tried to restore justice to this land, but as you can see, we failed. And I must live the rest of my life in misery, as an outcast, alone. Now, if you don’t mind, I have no wish to speak further. Be on your way, god.”
As I stared out over the battlefield at the corpses of Jotunn warriors, an idea popped into my head. It was audacious, but it could really work to our advantage, and I might just convince Mur that it would work to his advantage too.
“What if I told you that you hadn’t actually lost everything, Mur?” I asked. “What if I told you that you could take the fight back to Engroth with a bigger, stronger army than ever?”
