by Logan Jacobs
“Oh, Great One, that feels so goood…” Mahini moaned as she pushed her hips up to meet my ravenous mouth.
I went back and forth between the two beauties until they were practically screaming for release, and then I gripped my cock in my left hand and aimed it for Mahini’s tight tunnel while simultaneously sliding the digits of my right hand inside Elissa’s dripping entrance.
“You’re so tight,” I told Mahini while I fucked them both with the same rhythm.
“I need you to stretch me open,” the warrior woman murmured as she wiggled her hips to drive my cock even deeper inside her. “Please, Great One, I need you buried deep inside me.”
“Fuck, Mahini,” I groaned with desire and pounded her tight little pussy with all I was worth until the walls of her tunnel clamped down around my shaft like a vise, and the orgasm shot through Mahini’s body like an earthquake.
“Oh, fuck, Bash,” the desert goddess panted as she stared up at me with lust filled blue eyes. “That feels sooo good!”
When she’d started to come back down from her orgasmic high, I switched out and slid my cock inside Elissa. Then I stroked Mahini’s clit with my left hand while I gripped the red-haired beauty’s creamy legs with my right.
The two women had their heads together on the pillows, and they moaned in unison as I picked up the pace. I thrust harder and harder until I hit the spot I knew Elissa loved, and then I wiggled my hips from side to side to rub my cock against the puckered entrance to her womb.
“Mmm, yesss…” Elissa keened in a pleased tone, and her legs began to shake with orgasmic bliss.
“You two should kiss each other,” I suggested in a low voice as I stared at their beautiful faces.
“Kiss… Each… Other?” Elissa’s breasts jerked with each thrust, and she was having trouble getting her words out, but I was only encouraged to fuck her even harder by the sound of her ragged breathing.
“Yes,” I murmured. “I know you love each other, and it would make me really happy to see you show it by kissing.”
All of my wildest fantasies could become real life in this world, and I was determined to experience every imaginary scenario I’d played out inside my head over my adult life.
“If it pleases you, Great One,” Mahini whispered, and she turned her face to Elissa’s and gently caressed the redhead’s lips with her tongue.
“Oh, your lips are so soft, Mahini,” Elissa sighed as she returned the kiss.
“Fuck, yesssss,” I growled as I thrust my cock into Elissa’s tight little pussy over and over again. I absorbed the image of their lips locked together, and I saved it to my long-term memory. Then I came in a blaze of glory while my two women made out, and the explosion kept going and going as electric pleasure zapped down my spine like lightning.
“Fill me up, too, Great One!” Mahini demanded, so I pulled out of Elissa’s pussy mid-climax, thrust deep into Mahini, and pumped another cup full of my seed into her spasming velvety tunnel.
Then I collapsed on top of them in a sweaty, sticky mess, and we laid there in utter bliss while we all came down from the high of our lovemaking.
I was one lucky man, that was for sure.
When we’d rested for a while, I repositioned myself in between them, and I let out a deep sigh.
“That’s quite a way to start the day,” I declared in a pleased tone.
“You’re telling me,” Elissa snorted. “It really works up an appetite.”
“Bash brought us breakfast,” Mahini informed her, and her piercing blue gaze flicked to the table where I’d set down the tray of food. She really didn’t miss a single thing, and I was glad I had the sharp-eyed beauty on my side.
“Ooh, breakfast!” Elissa giggled and hopped out of bed. She danced across the room and sat down at the table, and then she looked back to the bed with a pointed expression. “Are you two going to eat? Or is it all for me?”
“Save me a pastry!” I said as I leapt out of bed.
“I could go for some food.” Mahini chuckled and followed suit.
We ate our breakfast of pastries, eggs, toast, bacon, and juice, and then I got dressed in my finest clothes. With Mahini’s help, I strapped on my armor, and I attached my daggers and sword to my belt. Finally, I tucked Lucian’s helmet into my pack with my magic deflection staff the lake guardian had given me, and I slung the bag over my shoulder to rest next to my shield.
“Who’s ready to meet a duke?” I asked as I placed my hands on my hips in a heroic stance.
“Are you worried about his reaction?” Elissa wondered as she tilted her head to the side with curiosity.
“Nope.” I shrugged. “Bastianville, and the copper mine, are under my protection now. I’m not intimidated by a mere duke.”
“Duke Bullard is the most powerful man in the area,” Mahini pointed out with raised eyebrows. “I’m not sure the death of his son will grant us a grand welcome.”
“Either way, he is going to hear what I have to say.” I nodded decisively. “The two of you should put on your nicest clothes. I want to show off the prettiest women in all the land to everyone at the castle.”
“If you are wearing armor,” Mahini said in a cautious tone, “shouldn’t I as well? It seems you go prepared for battle.”
“I will make sure you don’t have to lift a single finger today,” I said with a shit eating grin. “You’re with the God of Time, now, baby.”
“Baby?” Mahini wrinkled her nose in confusion. “But I am a woman grown.”
“It’s just a figure of speech,” I said, and I waved my hand dismissively. “It means I like you. Don’t worry about it too much, babe.”
“Fuck, yeah,” Elissa exclaimed with a big grin. “I want to be your baby, too.”
“You’re both my babes,” I explained, “and hot ones at that.”
I pecked them both on their foreheads and then urged them to get dressed.
The two beautiful women dutifully went into the bathroom with their clothes, and I occupied myself with cleaning up the breakfast tray while I waited. I expected to be stunned by their beauty, so I took a seat and got a good view of the bathroom door.
Then Elissa stepped out, and she was wearing a jade green dress that squeezed her milky-white breasts up into perky little mounds. The color of the outfit matched her eyes perfectly, and she performed a spin as she exited the bathroom. The green gemstone necklace I’d found in the burial sanctum sat between the perfect valley of her breasts, and the combination of greens made her eyes shine like a thousand stars.
“What do you think?” she asked as she played with her skirt.
“You look like a queen,” I complimented her with a wide smile. “Certainly worthy of a god.”
Then Mahini stepped out in a tight blue lace up shirt that pulled apart at her cleavage. The top was tucked into black leather pants that hugged the curves of her ass, and she paired it with her knee-high boots. I noticed she’d also put on the jewelry I’d given her, too, and the silver ring shone in the light of the lamps around the room.
“Dazzling, my dear,” I told the desert goddess as I pulled her into my lap.
“Really?” Mahini blushed and tucked a loose strand of her jet-black hair behind her ear self-consciously.
“Absolutely.” I gave her my best smile and squeezed her against me. “I’m the luckiest god in the world to have two women as beautiful as you accompanying me.”
“I will follow you anywhere,” Mahini promised in a solemn tone. “I’d follow you into death and beyond, Great One. You are everything to me.”
“We are just going to visit the duke today,” I chuckled, “but I love your commitment, Mahini.”
“My soul is bound to yours, Bash. Forever.” She bowed her head and let out a long exhale.
“Don’t be so serious, Mahini!” Elissa giggled and plopped down onto my extra leg. “Think how fun it will be to see the duke’s eyes go wide when he learns about his imbecile son’s death.”
“Wow, Elissa, so da
rk,” I snickered. “Kill a few skeletons, and suddenly you’re fierce.”
“I was always fierce.” Elissa flicked her fiery mane over her shoulder and stuck her nose up into the air. “I just needed the right man to tame me.”
“She’s right about that one,” Mahini laughed.
“I’m not going to deny it,” I said, and I held up my hands in the universal symbol of surrender. “I’m just glad I’m that man.”
“Correction: god,” Elissa quipped with a sly smile.
Since we were all ready to go confront the duke, we headed out into the street and made our way toward the castle gates. The walls of the stone building towered over the town, and they even rose higher than the protective barrier around the city, but I wasn’t intimidated.
I could take on every single man inside the castle if need be, even if it took me a thousand lifetimes to accomplish.
I made a new save point when the entrance to the castle came into view, since I didn’t want to have to redo my entire morning, and then we stopped in front of the guards.
“Hello, my name is Sebastian, and I am the God of Time,” I announced to the two men guarding the entrance to the castle. “I demand an audience with the duke.”
“Sebastian, you say?” the guard to my left said in a sarcastic tone. “Are you scheduled to see the duke? I don’t remember hearing your name before.”
“I am here to tell him about his dead son,” I said with a frown. “Lucian.”
“Eh, who cares about the snobby son of the duke?” the second guard complained. “Don’t let him in, Ned, he’s probably a fake god.”
“You’re right,” the first guard said. “Who goes around saying he’s a god, anyway.”
“The God of Time does,” I argued, and my frown deepened. These two nitwits were starting to piss me off. “Let me in to see the duke. Now.”
“Fuck off, boy,” the first guard snickered. “Go play god somewhere else.”
“Be careful who you call boy,” I warned in a serious voice. I’d had just about enough of their mouths for a lifetime.
“Or what?” the second guard jeered.
I inhaled sharply, and I tried to get a grip on my anger. On the one hand, I could run through a bunch of attempts until I found the right dialogue tree to gain access to the castle. On the other hand, I could kill my way in to see the duke and let my power speak for itself.
The worst thing that could happen was I’d have to restart, but I’d also get a good look at the castle’s defenses in the process.
So, I decided to go full avenging god first.
I withdrew my dagger, chucked it at the second guard’s head, and then I pulled out my feather sword and ran it through the first guard before I turned to see the damage. My smaller blade stuck out of the guard’s skull at an angle, and he’d collapsed back against the wall. Blood smeared the gray stone behind him as I retrieved my dagger, and I didn’t envy whoever had to clean up behind me.
Both guards laid dead at my feet, and the way to the duke was open.
“You killed them?” Mahini frowned and seemed confused by my actions.
“They were in our way,” Elissa pointed out.
“Follow me,” I told my two women, and we made our way into the castle.
We entered a long hallway with a thick, red rug in the middle of the floor that ran the entire length of the space, the ceilings were impossibly high, and windows stretched from bottom to top all along the corridor. It was a nice castle, but I was about to paint it red with blood.
“Which way do we go now?” Mahini asked like she could read my mind, and she shot a worried glance around the hallway.
“Bash will know,” Elissa assured her in a confident voice. Then she turned to me with a question in her emerald eyes. “Isn’t that right, Bash?”
“Right,” I lied, and I turned to survey our surroundings in search of a clue.
Then I saw another guard enter the corridor from a doorway at the end of the tunnel, and I didn’t even bother to talk to him. I just walked straight up to him and slashed my feather sword across his throat. He fell wordlessly, with a question formed on his lips, and I stepped over his body to enter the door he’d just come through, but then I realized I didn’t know which way to go next.
I’d never been inside a castle before, but it looked like something off a movie set. The Duke of Bullard was most likely sitting in a throne room listening to the troubles of his people, or shoving his face full of rich food his poor peasants couldn’t dream of buying themselves. The thought fueled my anger, and I turned around in a circle to figure out which way to go.
“This way!” Elissa exclaimed, and she indicated a large doorway at the end of the hallway near the fallen guard. “I think, anyway.”
“The duke will likely be in the audience room,” Mahini explained, and she confirmed my thoughts.
We continued onward, and this hallway was much like the first, only wider. Then we ran into a small group of guards. I killed them easily enough, but it was too easy for my tastes.
Where were the swarms of enemies trying to stop me from murdering the duke? I didn’t know if I would need to murder him yet or not, but I was prepared for any scenario. I’d expected more resistance, though, so I paused and listened. I could hear movement off in the distance, and shouted words, but it was unintelligible through the thick stone walls.
The rest of the guards found us a moment later, though, and the sound of metal boots echoed through the hallway as they trotted into a circle formation around me. There were ten of them, they wore padded red armor and carried short swords in one hand, and they held small round shields in their other hand. I couldn’t see any of their faces through the visors of their metal helmets, but I could feel the fear as it radiated off them.
“What are my orders?” Mahini asked as she steeled herself for a fight.
“Let’s just kill them all,” Elissa suggested with a bloodthirsty glint in her emerald eyes.
“They won’t even know what hit them.” I grinned, since I had skills they were not prepared for, and then I stomped my feet to activate the fleetness ability of my boots. I dashed around the circle of guards, and I moved in a blur around them as I cut a throat here and stabbed someone in the back there until the whole horde of guards were dead on the floor.
One guard dodged past me and made a beeline for my women, but the instant I turned to deal with him, Mahini shoved her sword through his torso, and the tip jutted out from his back like a victory flag.
Elissa held her mace in the ready stance and waited for her opportunity to smash something, but most of the guards already laid dead on the floor.
“Bash, look!” the tiny goddess exclaimed as she pointed to the end of the hallway. “He’s getting away!”
“Oh, no, you don’t,” I growled as I chased down the straggler guard into the next room, and I grabbed him by the shoulder before I buried my blade into his back.
Then I blinked in surprise when I realized I stood in the audience chamber.
Rich colored curtains covered the stained-glass windows, and a velvet rug spanned the length of the room. Vaulted ceilings dwarfed those of the hallways, and the crystal chandeliers lit up the room with dazzling reflections off the people’s jewelry, especially the several people who stood in a small group near a dais, where a throne-like chair was situated.
Sitting in the fancy chair was a rotund man with graying brown hair. He wore a red velvet robe over a green tunic, and a gold circlet was situated just above his brow.
This had to be the duke.
So, I dropped the guard’s dead body, straightened my shoulders, and lifted my chin, and then I approached the ruler of Castle Bullard like the god I was.
“Good morning!” I greeted in a friendly tone as I flicked the blood from my sword. “I am Sebastian, and I requested an audience with you, but I was denied.”
“What is the meaning of this?” the duke yelled from his dais. “Guards! Seize this man!”
; “Bash!” Elissa cried out, and she pointed to the hallway behind us. “Watch out!”
A whole platoon of castle guards trotted into the room, and they filled the space between me and the duke and partially blocked my view of the fat ruler. We were surrounded. There had to be at least thirty of them, and while I was confident I could kill them all, I didn’t know how many more men the duke had at his command.
He’d sent a small army after a group of goblins, after all.
Still, I reminded myself that I’d killed the group of goblins and the Loser Lord’s army, so this small collection of enemies wasn’t nearly too much for me to handle.
The thirty or so men charged toward me, and I stomped my foot before I danced in between their blades at lightning speed. I used the skills I’d learned from the butcher to sever arteries and immobilize appendages, and I used the techniques of the sword master Shanu to evade their weapons like they were fly swatters. With the fleetness of my boots giving me a supersonic boost, I would make quick work of the platoon.
“For the Great One!” Mahini cried out as she charged into battle at my side.
“Die!” Elissa yelled as she swung her mace into a guard’s knees, and as soon as he hit the floor, she pounced on him to smash in his helmet with her spiked club.
I hurried through the remainder guards to keep them safe from my avenging goddesses, and I didn’t kill them all, but I removed their weapons.
“Your son is dead, Bullard!” I shouted as I finally came to a stop before the dais, and all the nobles crowded near the throne started talking at once.
“Gods, he’s covered in blood!”
“He is the harbinger of death!”
“He must be the God of Death!”
The people were really freaked out, but it was nothing compared to the duke’s face. He was ghostly white, like he’d slammed his face down into a cream pie, and his bloodshot eyes were wide with fear.
“M-My son… is d-dead?” the duke croaked out in a broken voice.
“I killed him,” I explained, and I pulled my pack off my shoulder to remove Lucian’s helmet. It was the only piece of the Loser Lord’s armor Jaxtom hadn’t reworked, so the Bullard family crest shone from the head piece like a beacon of truth. “We made a deal, and I expect you to honor it.”
