Legacy of Death_Revenge

by Thomas J. L. Green

  “What do you mean?” Lucas played cluelessly.

  “I have noticed you and Astril fight somewhat similarly against me. Later, I realized that it’s because you are doing the same thing, you are training me in the same style. Without my knowledge or consent, but in retrospect, you are both trying to train me. I am pissed by being lied to, but also somewhat appreciate it. Now I want to see how large the difference actually is, so grab your sword and come at me as if I were your enemy and you didn’t have time to fuck around!” Zerae ordered.

  “Will you put on some clothes if I do?” Lucas tossed up.

  “If I believe you actually did what I wanted, then after we do it I will put something on,” Zerae accepted.

  “Just to make sure, by it you mean the spar?” Lucas observed.

  “Perhaps. There is only one way to find out,” Zerae smirked and raised her blade.

  Lucas shook his head, summoned his sword and sighed.

  Zerae charged him with a wide, swift cut. Lucas closed his eyes. He didn’t want to hit her, but he also didn’t want to straight up lie to her. He parried the blow and leaped back.

  “What the fuck is this?” Zerae sneered. “Are you now unable to even spar with me?”

  “You asked me for something I’m not willing to do. I train you because you need it. I’m not going to fight you seriously, not without a reason,” Lucas breathed.

  “So, your own pride doesn’t let you do what I ask of you? Are you fucking kidding me?” Zerae shouted.

  “SHUT UP AND LISTEN!” Lucas thundered. The entire dream pocket shook as if an earthquake hit it. “You have three weapons at your disposal. Your sword, your flame and your mind. For as long as you wear that black collar, your flame is sealed inside and useless. On top of that, it removes the ability to extend magic from yourself, so you cannot imbue it with your sword. No matter how skilled you might be, without having magic imbued in your blade, you will never be able to as much as cut the skin of anyone who uses strengthening magic, which is pretty much every strong warrior there is. I can sit down naked and let you swing at me for as long as you can last. No matter how much you would try, you would never manage to as much as scratch me. You would only break your blade and hands in the process. For as long as you are sealed with that collar, you have no hope of ever fighting anyone truly strong, so really both the flame and sword are borderline useless. Even if you remove it, your body has zero practice in reaching out with your magic, so it shall take years for your veins to expand to the point of being able to effectively do it. Considering this, your only weapon is your mind. Fencing is a good way to keep the mind calm, focused and disciplined. This is why I’ve been sparring with you and, for the record, I’ve been kind to you and helping you because I feel sorry for you. Do not mistake my pity for anything else. Now, we both have a battle to win. Good luck, Zerae Hellwind, you shall need it. And put on some clothes the next time you call me.” Lucas disappeared the second he finished his speech.

  Why is he so emotional about this? Zerae sat down on the grass to think. He’s overstating it, but overall, he’s correct… suspiciously correct, in fact. But why does he care? Why is he so involved in the topic? I guess I was wrong; he doesn’t have a crush on me, he actually cares about me for some reason I don’t know. I shall need to investigate this and figure it out because it could give me more than just an advantage in whatever future problems I face.

  51

  Luna

  Finally, Flosa! I’m tired to death, but I’m not taking a break until I get to Miranda.

  “Sergeant, asking for permission to depart,” Luna asked.

  “Granted, we meet in four hours at the northern gate. Be there,” Sgt. Red ordered.

  “Sir, yes, sir!”

  Alright, time to visit the bank. I should still have the money I got from Jean during the tournament, which should keep me covered for just about anything. Raven bought a temple for his share, so I should have just enough to buy some appropriate gift for Miranda. In retrospect, taking my share from the pirate treasure in a few large gems has its flaws, because there is no way I can sell them in this joke for a town.

  “What do you mean, empty?” Luna stared at the bank clerk with her mouth open.

  “As I was saying, the current balance of your account is one golden coin, miss Luna,” he insisted.

  “That has to be some kind of a mistake. I am pretty I should have at least hundred thousand gold in there,” Luna insisted.

  “You did, but you withdrew it, it is here in the records,” the clerk stated calmly.

  “When?”

  “One year, seven months and three days ago, to be precise,” the clerk revealed.

  You’ve got to be kidding me. At that time, I was locked down on Elias’ ship and couldn’t even go to pee.

  “Is there any way I could have left myself a message when I did the withdrawal?” Luna asked.

  “There is and… yes, there is one. To be delivered in writing,” the clerk remarked and went on to write something on a piece of paper. He handed it to her afterward.

  Luna opened the paper to read it, ‘Money spoils character, James.’

  I WILL FUCKING MURDER HIM!

  Defeated, Luna went to do the basic shopping with the money she had from the pirate treasure and went to wait for the rest of the company.

  “So, what did ya buy? New doll?” Bull chuckled as Luna rejoined the unit sometime later.

  Eyeshades, lipstick, haircut, heels, bath and a lot of soft leather rope. I didn’t have enough money to buy anything nearly good enough to impress Miranda so that she will get her gift in naturals.

  “New shoes,” Luna smirked, “what’s in the boxes. It’s hard to not notice everyone is carrying something.”

  “One needs to be prepared to face the 3rd Legion,” Bull chuckled.

  “Enough chit-chat! Let’s move!” Sgt. Red thundered.

  “SIR, YES, SIR!”

  They passed through the forest easily.

  “HALT!” sergeant commanded out of nowhere.

  “Sergeant Red, to what do we owe the pleasure?” a woman with a bow asked as she rose from a bush. She wore Palai colors.

  “Direct orders from Dreamwalker himself,” sergeant answered calmly.

  “Did you bring us tribute?” she asked.

  “Of course, we did. We’ve got wine, beef and sweets,” the sergeant replied.

  “And a loooot of condoms,” Rod added.

  “Shut up, Rod.”

  “Sir!” he smiled.

  “Sounds good. Drop a barrel by my tent and you may pass. Let’s move,” she confirmed. Then she whistled and about twenty more Palai soldiers appeared from the forest.

  They surrounded us without me noticing them? Not bad. Also… what’s with all these young girls? Are they Faye? Well, it would fit for Miranda to fill her legion with her kin.

  Dozen minutes later, they arrived at a meadow dominated by ruins of a temple.

  “Welcome to the third legion,” sergeant smirked, “until further orders, you are all dismissed. Have fun.”

  Luna went into the camp breathlessly. It was a complete mess. Tents were randomly scattered around, among them there were soldiers drinking, playing cards, board games, sparring or downright fornicating.

  In terms of the Palai commandments, this camp violates all of them… at the same time! Anyway, I have something to do. Knowing Miranda, her quarters are at the top floor of the temple.

  Luna snuck through the camp and hid by the side of the temple.

  Judging by the symbols, this was the temple of Ghorguna. Or well, until someone drew other symbols over all of theirs.

  Indeed, each symbol of Ghorguna had a painting over it. Painting depicting either a symbol of Palai or a symbol of the Faceless Goddess. It’s like Miranda’s legion split in half and made a race to which half gets to draw more symbols.

  I’m pretty sure that’s heresy. Then again, almost everything Miranda does, including her relationship with me, is heresy
when I think about it.

  Luna put on the black eye shades, painted her nails and lips black and arranged her hair the best she could. She put the leather rope over her shoulder and went on to climb the side of the temple. Her heart was racing; her entire body felt like it was made of lead.

  No matter what, I must not cry. Miranda hates weaklings. If the first thing I do, when I see her for the first time in over two years, is to break down crying, she will throw me out through the window.

  Luna reached the hole in the wall that made the window.

  Why does she have a doghouse in there? Oh…

  Luna saw Miranda lying in bed. She sleeping entwined into a big black stuffed wolf. Luna broke down crying. She bit her hand to make no sound and just sagged down by the wall. It took hours before she calmed down.

  Miranda hasn’t moved, at least I managed to not wake her up.

  Luna silently undressed and went to bed. She ducked down and went to take a few things from Miranda’s box of toys that she was keeping under the bed.

  Wait a second… there is a touch too much fragrance coming from the bed.

  Luna focused on her smell and sniffed around for a bit.

  Thirteen different perfumes? Are you fucking kidding me?! YOU CHEATING BITCH!

  Luna got onto the bed. With a swift move, she caught Miranda’s hands, pulled them behind her back and caught them into the leathery rope.

  “WHA?” Miranda woke up.

  Before she finished the word, Luna slammed a ball-gag into her mouth and fastened it behind the head. Miranda kicked up to throw her off, but she was weak from just waking up. Luna pinned her down with her legs and fastened the rope around Miranda’s arms. Miranda struggled, but Luna caught her legs into the rope as well. In a few moments, Luna tightened the ropes. She couldn’t help herself to smile when she saw how the rope bites into Miranda’s soft skin. She tied her up so tight that she couldn’t move a muscle. Luna flipped her. She took a string of black balls and rammed them into Miranda’s back entrance. She put the balls to vibrate slightly and then turned Miranda over to face her. Luna made herself comfortable on top of her. “Good night,” she whispered into her ear and kissed her on the ball-gag. Luna covered them by the featherbed and went to sleep.

  Hrrrrnnnhhh… I don’t even remember the last time I felt this well. Miranda’s still struggling with me, God this feels good. I hope she didn’t get too used to sleeping untied.

  Luna opened her eyes and enjoyed Miranda’s face in the morning sun. She softly stroked her hair for a while, then removed her ball-gag. Before Miranda could say anything, she caught her mouth into a long, strong kiss.

  “Tell me, Miranda, were you a good girl when I was gone?” Luna asked sweetly when she was satisfied with the kissing.

  “No, she wasn’t,” a third voice replied from the side of the room.

  They both turned. A woman was sitting in a chair. She was white-haired, had a pretty face and was just listing some large file of papers. She wore leather armor and a ridiculous amount of jewelry. By the first glance, Luna estimated she wears something about eight amulets, way over dozen rings and God knows how many bracelets because she wore them even over her high leather shoes.

  “What the fuck are you doing here, Sibyl?” Miranda shouted.

  “I’m here for the morning round, it’s my turn today,” Sibyl answered calmly.

  “Morning round?” Luna pried.

  “SHUT THE FUCK UP, SIBYL!” Miranda shouted.

  Luna lifted Miranda up and squeezed her by the base of her cheeks. The pain forced Miranda to open her mouth completely. Luna stuck her hand into it and caught her tongue. She gripped it into a tight fist.

  “Shut up or I will tear out your tongue. You suck at licking, so you don’t really need it anyway,” Luna sneered. “Indulge me, Sibyl,” she turned to the Faye.

  “Miranda has a few favorites, she has one or two of them come satisfy her every morning,” Sibyl started, “and by satisfying, I mean fuck her until she can’t handle it anymore. I suppose you are the big Luna.”

  “Big Luna?”

  “She calls the stuffed wolf Little Luna, so I figured you would be the big one.”

  “Does she? Why don’t you tell me the rest of Miranda’s recent schedule?” Luna pried.

  “Well, there is the morning round with her favorites. Then there is the evening round when she gets someone new every evening, for the same type of entertainment, of course. Plus, she often does things with Little Luna on top of that,” Sibyl continued.

  “Does she? How?”

  “She straps a dildo on it and rides it.”

  Luna slid her left hand by Miranda’s body and stuck a finger into her snatch.

  “Hmph,” Luna snarled and stuck in a second one.

  “Damn, you are loose… but don’t worry, I will fix it for you,” Luna whispered to Miranda’s ear. Miranda tried to struggle but achieved nothing.

  “Is there anything else I should know? What’s the file you are going through?” Luna inquired.

  “It’s her reports on you,” Sibyl stated.

  “Reports?”

  “She has had her men write daily reports on your activities… how do you eat twelve kilograms of salmon in one meal? That’s impressive,” Sibyl smirked.

  “What else is in there?”

  “How should I put it… I guess being on a ship must be really boring, because I didn’t know how you would manage to masturbate for these many hours every day,” Sibyl replied, “or why would you play weiqi against yourself.”

  Luna blushed. “Alright, Sibyl, tell the others that Miranda’s rightful owner has returned, so the fun is over. If I ever catch someone doing anything with Miranda, I will literally eat the person alive, understood?”

  “Of course, which is why we have prepared a small tribute to appease the mighty werewolf,” Sibyl rose and laid small satchel in front of Luna.

  Mighty werewolf…. Mighty. Werewolf. I could hear that all day.

  Luna ripped the satchel open and peered at the contents.

  “The jars have gel in them. Both heat, pink one pleasantly, making any stimulation to the area much more intense, the red one burns, a lot, the more sensitive the area, the worse the burn. They are strong, so it’s enough to just use a little of it and they last a bit over twelve hours. The black balls block orgasms, all types; one lasts for about thirty hours. The belt, well, I saw an old Luciande style chastity belt in Miranda’s box, so I suppose you know how they work. This is a customized version, one made specifically so Miranda cannot remove it. I’ve been sitting on it for a long time, but never succeeded in getting it on her. You do seem like you will manage though,” Sibyl explained.

  “I accept,” Luna narrowed her eyes, “you aren’t from the Order, are you?”

  “No. I am Sibyl Voidwalker, champion of the Voidwalker clan. We grew up together and no, we weren’t lovers, but we have always been very good friends,” Sibyl revealed and turned to leave.

  She has the same tattoo Miranda made on me.

  “The mark on your back, what’s the story behind it?” Luna pried.

  “It’s the mark our queen put on her warriors. The queen is no more, but most of us have kept it,” Sibyl explained.

  So, this is why Miranda put it on me. She knew we should go wage war against the Faye, so she put the queen’s mark on me to protect me in case I get captured. That’s so sweet I want to lick her to bones.

  “Alright, come in here two days from now, after lunch,” Luna commanded her.

  “As the mighty werewolf desires,” Sibyl smiled and left.

  Luna waited for her to leave before she let go of Miranda’s tongue.

  “You fucking little bitch,” Miranda sneered as she slowly regained senses into it.

  Luna took one of the black balls out of the pouch and put it under her tongue. She grabbed Miranda by the head and kissed her forcefully. She used her tongue to push the black ball into her mouth and made Miranda swallow it.

  �
��We can fight later. Now, I shall have my prize,” Luna announced. She reached into the box of toys and pulled out the largest double-ended strapon she could find.

  “It will be way more fun if you untie me, you little shit,” Miranda sneered.

  “You are right, dear, I should adjust the binds,” Luna smiled warmly and went on to do so. She readjusted Miranda to have her knees tied to her elbows, forcing her legs to stay wide open, “there,” she smiled and reached for the pink jar.

  “OI! Be careful with that! Sibyl’s shit is always really fucking intense!” Miranda exclaimed.

  “Is it?” Luna smiled and scooped the gel with her fingers. Without warning, she slammed them into Miranda’s cave and spread it into every nook and cranny. She then reached for a bit more and smeared it all over Miranda’s bottom lips and the area around them.

  “That’s way too much! Do you need a dictionary to get the idea of what the word little?” Miranda jabbed at her.

  “Tell me, dear, when was the last time you changed your bed sheets?” Luna inquired.

  “Few days ago, why?” Miranda asked back cluelessly.

  “Because I can smell thirteen different perfumes from it. One is yours; the second one is from the stuffed wolf, which leaves eleven fragrances unaccounted for.”

  “I can explain it,” Miranda stated.

  “I can also explain it. You fucked eleven different women here in this bed since the bed sheets were changed.”

  “No, it’s not like that,” Miranda refused.

  Luna pierced her with a stare. “Anyway, I hope you didn’t have any plans for today,” she grinned and pounced on Miranda. She caught her mouth with hers and brutally slammed her tongue into it. She gripped Miranda into a tight hold and slid the dildo in.

  “I can’t express how much I’ve missed you,” she whispered into Miranda’s ear. She soon got lost. Lost in the moment, lost in her emotions, lost in Miranda.