by Eden Redd
Renner glanced at the golden fairy but kept walking as guests and guards shouted in fear, “I needed a distraction big enough to keep everyone busy. I think it’s working.”
“You are a cruel man, Renner Wulf,” Gylda said with a shake of her golden head.
“It’ll all work out,” The rogue said as they walked through the main hall to the large front doors.
Renner stepped down the stairs into a maelstrom of fighting. Skeletons and zombies clashed with the castle guard. Ghosts floated down, touching guards and paralyzing them with their undead chill. Half-naked guests ran among the chaos, trying to find any exit. The rogue continued to stroll along the storm of swords and undead. Side stepping a falling guard and two skeletons raining down their blades, the rogue winced as the guard on his back desperately parried each incoming blow.
“You have to stop this,” Gylda said nervously.
Renner let out a long sigh. Walking along the main street, he looked up to see Rekt and several clerics trying to stem the tide of the undead pouring over the wall. The orc was badly cut but he fought on like a monster unchained. Hammer swinging, skulls smashed to powder and bodies crumbled. A cleric fought at his side, her mace and glowing fist driving back the hungry undead.
Renner was half way to the battlements as the fighting grew intense. Cupping his hands, he put them to his mouth and took a deep breath.
“DULLA! STOP THIS!” the rogue shouted with all his might.
Every undead skeleton, zombie and ghost froze instantly. Guards cried out until the abrupt stop left them with swords up and confused expressions sinking in. Renner continued to walk until he reached the stairs leading up to the battlements. The undead remained frozen as he skipped up past them and sauntered up to the battlements edge. Rekt eyed the rogue and a grin crawled into his emerald cheeks, as the cleric Ilsa heaved with her mace in hand.
Renner moved to the edge and looked down. A horde of undead filled the land around the castle wall. Skeletons were still, hanging from the walls. Toward the rear of the army, a dark elf stood, eyes wide and a small smile on her lips.
“Renner, I have come to save you!” Dulla shouted with a touch of glee.
“Dulla, please call off your army,” Renner shouted from the wall.
“I will call them off when you are safely in my arms,” The dark elf said with a happy smile.
Renner sighed again and kept his gaze on the smiling necromancer, “I hate to do this here but I think something needs to be said. Dulla, we had a lot of fun together but I think you’re a bit obsessed with me. It would be fine if it was both of us but that isn’t what is happening here.”
Dulla’s smile began to fade.
Renner continued, “You really are great and the sex was hot but I’m just not into the dark stuff you’re into. I know I was a jerk and I’m very sorry about that. I shouldn’t have led you on but we were at different points in our destinies. I know you can never forgive me but I had to tell you the truth.”
The guards, clerics and Rekt leaned in to hear more.
Renner’s eyes drooped as he could see the necromancer’s heart splinter in half, “Please let everyone else go. I will go to you and you can take out your pain and revenge on me. No one else needs to suffer for what happened between us.”
Dulla’s red eyes lowered and she bit her lip.
“I know your evil but you have good reason to be. I still remember the stories of your upbringing. But trying to force love, it will never work. Right now, I just want everyone to be safe and I’m willing to sacrifice myself so all these good people can go back to their lives.
Dulla stared off for a long moment before raising her eyes to the rogue on the top of the wall. With a small wave of her hand, the undead sheathed their weapons and began marching back to their mistress’s side. Clerics moved through the undead to wounded guards and began healing them. Ilsa and Rekt stared at the rogue as a small smile bloomed.
The dark elf let a small smile slip as she stared at the handsome rogue, “You are a fool Renner Wulf but you are a lovable fool. No man has ever surrendered themselves to me. I always had to take their life by force. For now, I will let you go so you can take some time to realize I am your one true love. If you are south of the road, see me again so we can sit down and talk instead of talking with our bodies.”
Renner smiled, “I would like that.”
The dark elf nodded before turning around and walking toward the forest edge, her undead army in tow. The rest of the castle guard and clerics looked up to Renner as he turned around. Ilsa stepped along the battlements until she stood a few feet from the dashing rogue.
“Hi,” Renner said with a flirty edge.
Ilsa smiled for a moment before it turned into an angry scowl, “Renner Wulf, you are to surrender and be brought before justice for the crimes against Vala!”
Renner tilted his head and let out a slow exhale. His hand reached into his side pouch and the cleric’s muscles flex, ready for anything. The rogue lifted a hand up and his other hand pulled out a small folded piece of paper. Ilsa looked down as she held her mace in a threatening manner. The rogue stretched out his arm, the piece of paper before him.
“I knew you might be upset. Take this. It is a map of where the statue of Vala is buried.”
Ilsa’s eyes widened, “I thought you were a man of your word. I thought you stole it for your client. You think I would be foolish enough to believe that paper leads to our goddess’s idol?”
Renner kept his gaze light and tried to not look at her amazing cleavage, “I am a man of my word. I delivered the item as promised. That doesn’t mean I can’t steal it back. I had a fellow associate retrieve the statue and bury it for me for a hefty fee. You don’t have to pay me back. Consider it a gift for the inconvenience.”
Ilsa looked down at the paper and back at the rogue, “You are still my prisoner until we have it back.”
Renner’s smile melted into a smirk, “Sorry, I have a date with a lady. But I believe my fellow rogue would love to hug you.”
Ilsa’s eyebrow rose when two thick green arms wrapped around her arms and pinned them to her waist. The cleric struggled in the iron grip as Rekt let out a laughing grunt. Renner flicked his wrist and the square piece of folded parchment spun, landing directly in between the cleric’s tight cleavage.
Renner turned around to see guards and clerics moving toward the stairs, weapon’s drawn. The rogue glanced down to see a coiled rope at his feet.
“I love this game,” the rogue grinned as he scooped up the end of the rope.
Hopping onto the battlement’s edge, the rogue bowed to the guards running up the stairs and Ilsa as she struggled in the orc’s arms. Renner gave Rekt a nod and the orc nodded back with his approval. With a playful shout, the rogue leapt over the side. Guards and cleric reached the top as the rope tightened. The rogue ran along the wall as a guard lifted his blade. Bending his knees, he launched himself into the air as the guard’s blade came down and cut the rope.
Renner somersaulted through the air and landed on the grassy field. Waving goodbye, the rogue bolted for the forest as guards shouted for bows. By the time arrows were notched, the rogue melted into the dark forest, disappearing from the moonlit field.
Fourteen
Renner turned the knob. The door to the room opened and he silently slipped in. Eyes sharp, he looked for anything to signal that he was here and ready to hand over the books to his client. A slight rustle on the bed caused the rogue’s hand to land on his sheathed dagger. The blankets half covered a hip but from the waist up a dark-skinned elf lay on her side. Red eyes stared through the darkness to the man at the door and a white smile crept into dark cheeks. Fingers reached up and turned on the lantern by the bed, a dim glow filling the room.
Renner gazed upon Ossa as she eyed him with sleepy eyes. The stand by the bed had a large dagger standing up, the point embedded in the hard wood. A small tension filled the room as the rogue kept his hand on the pommel of his dagger.<
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“Are you here to kill me?” Renner asked as his eyes moved from dark elf to dagger and back to the dark elf.
Ossa let out a long stretch, “No. You’re here to apologize to me for being an insufferable asshole.”
Renner eyed her, “I’m sorry….” The rogue was cut off.
“I don’t want you to apologize with words,” Ossa said and pulled the blanket away to reveal her bare, smooth valley. “You will please me until I feel you have earned my forgiveness.”
Renner eyed the dagger again.
Ossa gave an evil grin, “This is just in case you do something stupid like pay me in gold. I will cut off all of your fingers and maybe the sword between your legs.”
Renner’s eyes widened, “I need those!”
Ossa’s evil smile broadened, “Then I suggest you come to me and earn your way to keeping your body parts.”
The rogue grinned as he stepped closer, palm touching his chest. Clothes faded from view and he stood naked by the edge of the bed. Ossa eyed the handsome rogue with a rising lust.
“I am here to serve you, my lady.”
Ossa nodded, “Put that tongue to work and later we can discuss other ways you can ease my wrath.”
“Giddy up,” Renner grinned as he slid into bed.
Ossa watched as he kissed along her stomach and down to her valley. The rogue made one last mischievous look before he buried his head between her supple thighs. The dark elf smiled until his tongue touched her magic spot. A gasp filled the room followed by another as the warm bliss touched the hungry passion between them.
***
Renner stepped out through the portal behind Lucius; the regal hand walked over and stood by Lady Slytha sitting in a finely crafted chair. The dragon in elven form eyed the rogue as he walked over, his hands in his cloak. Pulling his hands out, he held two books and kneeled before the lady.
“As promised,” Renner said with his head bowed.
Lady Slytha reached down and took each book, placing them on her lap and gazing upon the dashing rogue, “Please rise and take a seat.”
Renner stood up and sat down in the seat next to her.
Lady Slytha’s eyes drank in the rogue as she spoke, “I will have the gold delivered to the agreed upon location but I have something else to ask of you.”
“I’m sure I can clear my schedule for a lady as beautiful as you,” Renner said with confidence.
Pink colored the Dragon lady’s high cheek bones as she continued, “You have done a great service by retrieving these invaluable tomes. As you know, Lukken is at war and there are many of us who will do anything we can to stop it, but there are larger threats out there.
“I currently have a small group of knights on a quest to the west. I fear they may need some assistance should the growing darkness consume them. I have reached out to a few individuals that may be a great aid against an impending evil.”
“Impending evil? Like the trolls?”
The lady shook her head slightly, “Far worse. Ancient dead things are crawling from their crypts and a growing alarm has taken hold of my people. The West contains a madness that we may never overcome without further cooperation. There is a necromancer with great power that has come over to our side. A paladin of fine bravery, cunning and skill is on his way, ready to fight against the threat. And then there is you.”
Renner eyed her with a questioning gaze.
“Your luck and skill may be needed if we are to overcome the madness that threatens all of Lukken. The books you have retrieved tell of dark undead secrets and ancient magic that was thought to be long forgotten. With time, I will harness these secrets for the greater good but for now, will you pledge your service to me so we may help stamp out great evils?”
Renner rubbed his chin for a moment before giving the dragon lady a big smile, “Being on a dragon payroll sounds like a rewarding experience. I would be honored to help you….for the right price.”
Lucius rolled his eyes as Lady Slytha gave a small smirk before it faded away. Gylda appeared on Renner’s shoulder, leaning in to hear more. The player reached up and touched her little shoulder, the unspoken words of “We are going to be fucking rich!” passed between them as their eyes took an interested tone.
“Then let us discuss our new business arrangement.”
Lucius snapped his fingers and a bottle of wine and two glasses appeared. The Hand reached down and poured some wine into each glass before handing one to the lady and one to the rogue. Glasses were raised before deep sips were taken. Renner listened as Lady Slytha discussed finer details. He nodded and sipped as torch light flickered to the soothing words of the white-haired dragon.
***
The light flashed and died. Adam reached up and pulled the helmet off his head. A small odor filled his nose as he sat up and put the helmet down on the bed. Reaching over to his night stand, he picked up his phone to check the time. It was 6PM and the sun dipped lower in the sky. Adam lifted an arm and took another sniff. The body odor was not too bad but he did need a shower. Looking at the date and time, he spent the last two days in the game. Aside from bathroom breaks and shoving food down his throat, he never went that long in game. With a small promise to shorten his gaming sessions, he sat up and swung his legs over the side.
Standing up, he pulled at the Velcro along the back and shed the body suit. When he was fully naked, he looked to his phone again and noticed he had a text message waiting from Kathy.
“Jacob is fine and back here with us. Everyone misses you,” the text said simply.
Adam smiled as warm thoughts of his coworker filled his mind. Thinking back to what Vass told him about not taking things so seriously, the nurse couldn’t help but feel silly for ignoring Kathy’s advances in the past. Tapping on her name, Adam put the phone to his ear as it rang. It picked up on the second ring.
“Hello there stranger, checking in?” Kathy’s sexy voice rolled along Adam’s ear.
“Yea, glad Jacob is doing well. What are you doing now?”
“I’m getting off in about forty minutes and have no plans,” Kathy said simply.
Adam was silent for a moment before taking a deep breath, “I thought, since you brought it up before, that maybe you wanted to watch some movies…..and chill?”
Adam could feel Kathy’s smile over the phone, “I thought you’d never ask. I’ll be there in about an hour?”
“Sounds good,” Adam said as warmth filled his heart.
“Oh, and clothing is optional,” Kathy said and hung up.
Adam felt a stirring between his legs as he put the cell phone down. With a skip in his step, he hopped to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Steam rose up as he stepped in, mind swirling on of dragons, elves and a certain beautiful nurse.
~Fin~
Lewd Dragon: Bright Storm
One
A small shadow passed along the pristine marble floor and touched the lord’s hand. Kaylik turned his eyes to the immense glass windows along the throne room. A black crow glided along silently in the bright sunny sky. The lord turned his eyes back to the throne room, calm spreading over his nerves and an anticipation swirling around his digital heart.
Guards lined each side of the throne room, their bodies rigid. The lord turned his head to the crowd of nobles gathered at the bottom of the raised dais. Crystal walls reflected light, giving the entire room a heavenly touch as if the gods themselves would come down at any moment.
Kaylik mulled over the degree of comfort he felt in the very room he sat. It felt natural and pure. He couldn’t remember exactly why he sometimes felt nervous in his own throne room but today felt different. Today he felt like everything was going to go well. Letting out a gentle sigh, he vaguely listened to the gathered nobles as they gossiped and murmured on about heroic stories and events on the war.
The swirl around his heart dimmed. The war raged on and he regretted not sending his troops to the front lines. The council was insistent on noninterference. They could ai
d the other races with knowledge and strategy but nothing more. If the dragons joined the war, then all of Lukken would quake to their power. It would defy the very foundations of their society as lovers and caretakers.
History bloomed in Kaylik’s mind. They tried a long time ago to rule and it was disastrous. The races grew soft, for their dragon lords would see to their every need. There was no shortage of food or homes to be filled. There was no war. Lukken had known peace, and the dragon lords and ladies felt their purpose had reached fruition.
Then the humans arrived.
Kaylik sat back in his throne as he remembered the stories told by the elders. The curious and dashing race, they took to Lukken easily enough. Their need for adventure and exploration spoke to their passions. Many of the lords and ladies welcomed the new race with open arms, the human’s beautiful desires reinvigorating against the growing stagnation of peace across the realms.
A number of their ships touched the east point of Lukken and soon towns and cities rose up. Envoys met with the new arrivals and a pleasant dialogue began. They brought many wonderful stories, artifacts and lustful appetites. For a race to have such passions equal to dragons, it was unheard of at the time. Art and love flowed and for a short time, the bliss seemed to go on to the very heavens.
Kaylik basked in the memory, seeing the elders speak of such a wondrous time. Their eyes would glaze over as they relived the moments, and some would shed a happy tear. The smiles would always fade, however, and the elder’s mood would change when telling of the troll’s part, which led to anguish and profound sadness. The jealousy of the trolls could not be contained as they felt they were the true lovers of dragons. The spark was there and soon it grew into a blaze of hate and malice. The young lord would look on as the elders spoke of atrocities. Their words haunted his mind and heart with evil acts that could never be forgiven.
