The Heartstone Saga
Book 2: Legacy of the Valkyrie
By
Archibald Bradford
Copyright © 2017
Cover Art by Erik Von Lehmann
http://erikvonlehmann.deviantart.com/
Introduction
Legacy of the Valkyrie is the second book in a series that continues the tale of Nameless and his bond-mates as they travel into the wilds in search of the mysterious Volka.
WARNING: This is a work of erotic fantasy, there is nudity, swearing, a fair bit of violence, and plenty of naughty sex between man (and woman) and monster girl/girls. If that isn’t your cup of tea please give this book a pass!
Otherwise please enjoy!
This book is dedicated to the patient folks on Deviant Art, for being patient and stuff. Also big thanks to those who said nice things on Amazon, cuz that was neat too.
Prologue:
A Mother’s Love
Gundr threw her shield out, blocking the blast of fire from the metal beast. Then she gave a resounding cry as she poured her divine power into her raised sword of light and brought it down with all her strength, cleaving the tank in two. She breathed heavily from the exertion.
“Mother! The house on the right! They’re pinned down!”
Screams of terror sounded from the remains of the house in question as the only wall still standing was shredded by bits of fiery metal.
Her daughter, her brave, beautiful, wonderful daughter, cast herself into the fray on wings of gold, her shield blocking the barrage from the humans advancing on the non-combatants cowering behind the wall. With the younger Valkyrie covering them, the innocents now had a chance to escape their burning village.
Sadly all they had to offer them at this point was a chance, so overwhelmed were they.
“Dominar! More of them coming in on the left flank!”
Gundr flapped her wings at the warning cry from a former member of the Third Host who had mistakenly called her by her old title. She recovered her breath and flew once more into the midst of the terrible conflict.
The thunderous roar of the humans’ weapons tore through the night, just as the battle-cries of the Valkyrie resounded to meet them. The fighting continued unabated for several minutes until the various flights of warriors broke the back of the latest assault and the soldiers retreated.
Angelic trumpets sounded across the heavens as the Dominar of the Fourth Host called for her angels to regroup once more.
Gundr and the other members of her flight headed to join the rest of their people in the sky above the village, but one of the death-machines hidden in the snow-clad trees landed a glancing blow from its main gun that sent her careening for a moment before she was able to regain control of her damaged wings.
“Mother!”
“Gundr! Are you well?” Astrid called out as the flights took their formations once more.
Several girls moving to cover her, their shields directed at the enemy, blocking more oncoming fire so that Gundr could recover.
She gave a flap of her wings, and though she could feel that she had lost more than a few feathers, she could still fly.
“I am, Dominar!” She called back as she regained her altitude, the word still unfamiliar on her tongue.
Seeing that she was indeed alright, the Dominar turned back to her sisters to address them again.
“Steady sisters! Steady! You all know what is at stake this night! There may yet be survivors! We must hold the line!”
There were grim nods from the gathered Valkyrie; they all knew how the battle would end at this point.
Privately, Gundr thanked the goddess for Dominar Astrid; she was able to fly with her daughter this night only because there was one more worthy than she to lead them all.
“Another wave is coming Dominar!” One of their spotters called out.
“So soon? Truly they must be desperate to finish this! We shall make them pay for their recklessness! Lightbringers, do your duty!” Astrid commanded.
As ordered, Gundr and her daughter joined the other Lightbringers in the van and swooped down on the enemy, once more scattering their advance with their own fearless charge, though it was not without cost; friends that Gundr had known since she was a fledgling died all around her.
The van broke apart when they swept into the streets, each flight searching for survivors in the village that was again swarming with their ancient foe.
“Come sisters! There are more lives to save this night! Over here! To me!”
Gundr felt another surge of pride as her daughter gave a rallying cry and brought the embattled Valkyrie together to meet a further volley from the human’s machines. They formed a wall and their shields clanged and rattled but were unyielding as the four remaining Valkyrie in their flight put themselves between the enemy and their precious targets.
“Friends! We will buy you time! Save yourselves!” Gundr called back at their helpless charges.
“What about you!?” One of them sobbed as a blast from a side alley took down one of Gundr’s remaining sisters.
“We do not matter now! All that matters is that you get to safety! I beg of you, flee!”
With that she could spare them no more of her attention as she turned to face the new threat and her shield began to rattle and shake again.
“Daughter!”
Gundr called in warning, and her daughter turned her shield just as another tank let loose a devastating barrage that would have ended her. As she held back the assault her mother and the one other remaining member of their flight fell upon the tank from above, destroying it and killing its masters within.
“You are fortunate Gundr! To have so canny a daughter!”
“She is my joy.” Gundr smiled.
But the smile fell off her face when she saw that the Valkyrie who had just spoken was no more, her body crumpling to the ground in a heap even as she turned to address her.
“Daughter! We fly alone now! To me!”
“Yes mother!” Her daughter flapped her wings to join her.
She and her daughter flew from one building to the next, but they could find no more survivors and far too many dead as the trumpets sounded once more.
“Truly the goddess has blessed me. Show me a Valkyrie that is as graceful in flight.” Gundr said to no one in particular as they joined the other angels in the air.
After receiving reports from all of the surviving Valkyrie, Astrid addressed the much diminished host one final time.
“The rearguard has confirmed that the village is empty. Even now our surviving charges flee into the uncertain safety of the night. But the enemy is tenacious still, despite their losses! We must buy more time…”
Even as she spoke they all knew what that meant, Dominar Astrid took a moment to scan the faces of her weary sisters in flight.
“Warriors of the Fourth Host, it has been the greatest honour of my life to have been your Dominar. Now I ask you to fly with me one final time, for the goddess calls us home!”
With that the Dominar herself took the center of the van, and all of the remaining Valkyrie formed around her, looking down at their enemy… only to see that he too was nearly spent.
Everything that the humans had left was now arrayed against them just at the edge of the tree line below, across the snowy field from the village.
Once more Gundr could not hide her pride as her daughter spoke to those nearest her.
“We will give our friends all of the time that we can, if that means striking down every last one of these poor fools then so be it! Sisters! Now is not the time to hold anything back!”
They charged.
But the power of their enemy was bent, not broken, and Valkyrie wer
e torn from the sky by the dozen even as they collided with the final row of death-machines and their desperate masters.
Gundr’s arms and wings were weary, but she fought shoulder to shoulder with her beloved daughter, and that was all the strength she needed.
Together they took part in the final stand of the Fourth Heavenly Host.
Together they witnessed the fall of Dominar Astrid, mightiest of the Valkyrie, who took five death-machines with her.
Together they stood until they had to fight back to back, as there were no more Valkyrie at their flanks.
Together they stood, until together they could stand no more.
Gundr died in the arms of her beloved daughter even as the night had finally grown still.
She died with a smile on her lips.
Chapter 1:
Mentors
Nameless the orphan woke to the familiar sensation of a woman’s moist tongue working over his sandy brown hair. His muddy eyes opened and the five-foot-naught nineteen (almost twenty) year old smiled at Milly, his buxom Minotaur.
At six foot six the blue eyed beauty dwarfed him in size. Her own chocolate coloured hair was tussled around her horns from sleep, though her bed-head did nothing to detract from her loveliness.
She paused in her grooming when she realized that he was awake.
“Good morning Master.” She whispered, returning his smile.
“Morning. What time is it?”
“I don’t know, it’s early. Just after dawn?” She gave his hairline another lick.
Now satisfied with her work she settled her body against his, her head resting on his shoulder and her impressive breasts pressed tight to his right side. They spoke in whispers, not wanting to wake the other girls.
“How long have you been awake?” Nameless yawned, tears welling in his squinted eyes.
“Not long, just enough to fix your hair.”
She ran her hand over his chest and stomach under the covers, while he similarly trailed his fingertips over her naked back.
“Oh is that what you were doing, here I thought you were taking advantage of me in my sleep.” He teased.
Her height put her ass out of reach so he settled for lightly pinching her side to drive home his point.
She let out a surprised moo, and then giggled.
“That tickles!”
“I could spend a lifetime finding all the different ways to tickle you.”
They lay together, half dozing, making loving pillow talk for several minutes.
Eventually Milly propped her chin on his shoulder, looking him in the eyes she traced one finger over the thin scar on his chin.
“Hard to believe you got this only a couple weeks ago.”
His eyes were closed again and he considered going back to sleep as he absently responded.
“Mmmm, it stung like mad, but it was still one of the best days of my life.”
Her smile was radiant, and she bit her lip as her look turned coy. Her finger drew down his chin and over the matching scar on his chest, then much lower until she was lightly stroking the tip of his morning wood.
“Do you want me to take care of this?”
He flinched.
“Ah! No thank you, I’m actually kind of sore.” He said plaintively.
She giggled again.
“I’m not surprised! The last few weeks have been pretty rough.”
Though she was referring to the sex, they had been rough in other ways. In less than two weeks, Nameless had gone from being a lonely uneducated orphan, to being bonded to five monster girls.
On his left, Erica the Katje slept in the arms of Ophelia the Flutterby. While Nina the Gigas, the newest girl, slept on the loveseat in the front room. For some reason she held herself back from sleeping with them.
His fifth girl was absent, them having never even met her before. Her name was Volka, and she had helped him to bring Nina out of the darkness of her own mind. It turned out that Nameless was a rather special orphan: he was an Empath, able to sense the emotions of any monster girl whose heartstone he had touched. With this power he was able to save not only Nina but Erica as well.
Now they all hoped to save Volka.
She wasn’t trapped in her mind like the others, but she was trapped. Though her voice had faded from his mind he could still feel her, a golden flicker guiding him eastward.
Milly’s hand on his cock gave a light stroke.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to suck on it for you?” She whispered as her lip jutted out in an adorable pout.
He chuckled.
“I’m sure. Actually, I do want something…”
“Name it!” She said immediately.
Rather than voicing his desire he pursed his lips out absurdly and made kissing noises while squinting his eyes shut.
Her look turned incredulous at the comical expression on her bond-mate’s face, then she laughed and obliged. Raising up on her arms and straddling him, his erection poking into her stomach as her soft breasts smooshed against his chest.
Still squinting, he couldn’t make out her features as her face hovered over his, so he didn’t see how she bit her lip as she looked upon the love of her life, basking in the sight of him.
He has a silly side that I haven’t seen much of yet…
She leaned down and pressed her lips to his, kissing him repeatedly, tiny noises of suction coming from their lips as warmth flooded her breast. After a minute she pulled back, but he continued to pucker his lips, so with another giggle she kissed him some more.
His hands found the sides of her head, gripping her gently over her floppy ears just below her horns. Their kiss deepened as he abandoned his mocking pose, unable to help himself, he ground his erection against her stomach.
Their tongues grappled and she settled more of her weight on him, resting on her elbows now, gentle lows of pleasure escaping her at the feel of his hardness. They parted again, breathing heavily, his hands still cradling her head.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to…” She trailed off suggestively as she moved her hips in slow circles, teasing his cock with the flesh of her tummy.
He groaned.
“Yeah. I am really sore.” He massaged her ears for several moments, gripping them in his fists near her head and slowly stroking outwards; “Actually, I’m kind of hungry.”
Her eyelids had fluttered closed at the attention he was paying to her ears but she opened them again at his words.
“Oh, so I don’t get to suck you, but you get to suck me?”
Again the adorably pouty lip.
“Life is unfair.” He said tragically.
Her pout changed to a smile before she shifted herself upwards.
“You’ll have to shimmy down a bit. The headboard is in my way.”
He squirmed underneath her while she lifted herself back to give him room. Soon enough he was positioned underneath her chest, her nipples hanging on either side of his face.
“Fresh milk, yum!”
He guided the tip of her right breast to his mouth as she lowered herself again, her flesh pillowing around his face as he began to suckle at her. Her sigh of contentment turned into a low of pleasure as he began to suck in earnest.
Nothing in life was more satisfying for Milly the Minotaur than feeding her loves, which is just as well, because no meal could be more satisfying to them than her milk. As the creamy warmth flooded Nameless’s mouth, Erica’s eyes fluttered open.
“Breakfast?!” She half shouted blearily.
Milly rolled her eyes.
“Of course the kitty wants her cream, well you will have to wait your tu-!”
Her teasing was cut short as she let out another low of pleasure. Nameless had slipped one hand down between her legs and palmed her mound.
Erica arched her back and gave a mighty yawn, her mouth open wide and her feline tongue curling.
“Morning lovers.”
The cat-girl gave her dark-purple hair an expert twist to shift
it out of her way as she turned onto one side, her head propped in her hand as her weight settled on her elbow. Now facing them, her back, pert butt and black furred tail were still pressed against the sleeping Ophelia.
“Good moooo-rning.” Milly breathed out as one of their master’s questing fingers slipped inside of her.
There was a muffled wet grunt from under her breast, and Nameless’s other hand snaked out to give Erica an awkward pat on the hip by way of greeting.
She purred and took his hand in hers, greatly enjoying the sight of her bond-sister and her master in each other’s arms.
“Want me to suck you off while you’re having breakfast?” She arched one eyebrow questioningly as she threw the covers down over Milly’s rump.
She directed her question at the side of the Minotaur’s teat as she could barely see her master’s face underneath it.
Milly huffed, rocking herself on his probing finger now.
“No, he’s sore.”
Her pouting tone was undercut by a deep groan as he slipped another finger inside her.
“Shame. Oh well, we have been working him pretty hard. We should save some for Nina.” Her fingers intertwined with his and she started to use her thumb to massage his palm.
Milly didn’t respond, too absorbed by her master suckling her breast while energetically fingering her. She was lowing almost continuously now, her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open as she approached orgasm.
Ophelia stirred, rolling over and hugging Erica, spooning her from behind in her sleep, her folded wings fluttering slightly under the covers.
A sudden urge took Erica and she pulled herself somewhat out of Ophelia’s sleepy embrace and ran her tongue over Milly’s ear, drawing the velvety skin into her mouth and nibbling teasingly.
The effect was immediate and dramatic as Milly came around Nameless’s thrusting fingers, giving one long resonate low of pleasure that filled the room as her sister teased her ear. Nameless didn’t stop working his fingers until his hand began to cramp up, wanting his devoted Minotaur to get every drop of pleasure that she deserved.
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