by Eden Redd
Will tried to keep his balance as pillars cracked. Looking up again, a large stone break free and fell toward him. The player shouted at the falling stone before darkness consumed him.
Blinking, Will turned his head as he pulled his hand from the Idol. Eyes widened as Val was suspended in the air, a spider leg stabbed through her side. The pale woman clutched to it, her face in a tight grimace. A clawed hand rose up and feebly slashed at the leg as the giant spider drew her closer to its opening jaws. Underneath it, Morgan stabbed with his sword again and again, foul blood spurting, but not slowing down the spider.
Will’s brow formed a hard V as his fingers tightened around the shaft of his copper hammer. Legs pumping, he charged like a bull until he was close enough to smell the stink coming off the spider’s breath. Val glanced over, concern in her brow until Will jumped, hammer held high. The spider stopped brining Val closer as a shadow fell over its remaining eyes. Turning, it looked up to Will’s determined expression as he brought the large hammer down on another patch of the spider’s remaining eyes. Black orbs exploded as the creature screeched.
Morgan took his sword and slashed against the base of the legs, separating spider legs and causing the creature to tilt to one side. As the creature fell, Morgan braced himself and drove the sword point into the creature’s mid-section. The monster gave a shudder before Morgan pulled the sword and leapt away. The giant spider fell in a heap, legs curling in and becoming still as a stone.
Val was pushing herself off the leg impaled in her body. Will was to her side, sheathing his hammer and grabbing hold. The two worked with a mighty heave, Val pulling free. Blood spilled from her wound as he pressed her hand to it. With another grimace, she leaned on Will and he wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her up.
Morgan was to their side as the three of them turned to the flaming cavernous chamber, spiders fleeing into holes.
“Grab the Idol! We are leaving!” Will shouted to Morgan.
Morgan nodded as he turned and raced ten feet to the Idol. Hands took hold and wrenched it from the base. Idol in hand, the three quickly rushed for the exit. Val held onto Will as he pulled her along. Morgan stayed to their sides, sword in one hand and Idol in the other.
Reaching the thin tunnel, the trio didn’t look back as the massive chamber started to come down behind them. Smoke billowed and they coughed as they pushed on. Will felt stronger as they charged through the thin tunnel until it opened wider. Light from late day shined at the tunnel entrance as they moved with urgency. With a final shout of defiance, they stumbled out of the large mountain entrance and into the last rays of sunlight.
The mountain entrance collapsed, billowing smoke and debris following the trio as they rushed along. When they reached the edge of the forest, they all collapsed, breathing heavy and turning onto their sides or backs to see the mountain shudder before becoming still once again.
Will looked to Val as she looked to him. Will’s eyes moved down to her wound, the large bloody hole already closing.
“What the hell happened in there? You touched the Idol and were frozen for about ten seconds,” Morgan said as he regained his breath.
“I’ll tell you as we build a shelter. It’s almost night time and I think we should be safe first before I give you the whole story,” Will said with an accomplished smile.
***
Will slid the last stone into place, a single torch illuminating the inside of the squarish structure. The player managed to build it in record time before the sun completely set. It was big enough for the three of them, a single thin wall separating two sides. During construction, Will told them everything. Morgan and Val helped move stones into place while they listened to every detail.
Creating a Crafting Bench, Will set about creating a second bed from some of his remaining wood and the sheep wool he acquired. Placing a bed on each side of the small, simple stone wall, they now had places to sleep while one stayed up to keep watch.
“I have enough wood to make a small fire,” Will said as he looked to Val and Morgan.
“It would be nice to have a warm sleep,” Morgan said in a low, tired tone.
“Make the fire,” Val chimed in, “I’ll keep watch during the night.”
“We can take turns,” Morgan added, his black eyes holding a concerned edge that Val might be doing most of the sentry work.
“It’s my natural time so it won’t be too much work. Sitting around and making sure no monsters break in is pretty easy.”
Will moved to a corner with a pickaxe. Breaking a cornerstone, a dark sky with stars shone down. Next, he took out a block of wood and smashed it to large chunks of wood. Kneeling, he placed the pieces of wood together before pulling out his flint and stone. Striking one against the other, sparks flew and wood caught. A small flame rose up, a thin curl of smoke rising up from the hole in the low ceiling and into the night sky.
Heat quickly filled the small stone structure and Will’s shoulders sagged, enjoying the relaxing warmth.
Morgan looked to Val, her eyes firmly on Will as he rubbed his hands close to the flames. Yawning loudly, Morgan closed his mouth, a tiredness filling his pale face.
“I’m going to sleep. See you both in the morning. I look forward to seeing your home and the sea,” Morgan said in a low voice before moving to the bed farthest from the fire, crawling in and collapsing on it. With a roll, the blanket wrapped his body as white lids closed over black eyes.
Will’s spirit felt weary as he glanced over to see Morgan having the right idea. Standing up, a pale hand touched his neck before resting on his shoulder. The player turned to see Val giving him a gaze of a predator going in for the kill.
“I can safely say, I was impressed back there in the mountain,” Val said with a fanged smile.
“I think we all did a great job,” Will said, a heat rising up his neck.
A comforting silence filled the space between them before Will let a smirk slip. It was obvious what was happening. He didn’t fight it, a feeling of wanting causing the very air around them to charge with impulses.
Val broke the silence, “You know you don’t have to say such things to me. I’m not normally attracted to nice guys, so you don’t have to pretend.”
“I never said I was a nice guy. I give praise when it's earned. You and Morgan…” Will stopped as a single finger touched his lips.
“Do you believe it? Do you believe this world is a battleground for gods?” Val asked with glowing blue eyes.
Will simply gave a nod, the truth filling his heart with purpose.
Val stared for a long moment before looking away. “I may not remember much, but I know hunger for power when I see it, feel it. I was tempted to see you to your home before striking out on my own, but I find myself changing my mind.”
“You can do what you want, but I do want you to stay,” Will said it with an edge, almost like a command.
Val turned her gaze back to Will, a hunger in her eyes growing. “I will consider it, once you fulfill my favor.”
Will gave a cocky grin. “I said I would, didn’t I?”
Val’s eyes widened a hair before she touched his leather armor, running her pale fingers down until she touched the clasps. Licking her lips, she unbuckled each clasp in turn until Will took hold and pulled it over his head. Hammer and sword were placed against the wall next to the fire. The temperature grew even though Val’s fingers were ice cold. The chilly touch sent a shudder through Will as he stepped out of his boots and Val curled her fingers into the top of his leggings.
“There is no time for romance…this time. I need you, Lord Asher,” Val said with a wicked, sultry tone.
Will couldn’t hide his evil grin.
Val pulled back with a wicked smile, her hands gliding over her leathers before she began unclasping them. Will watched in only his leggings as the pale beauty took off pieces of leather and pulled dark fabric over her head. Breasts bounced with pale nipples. Exposed skin glowed in the firelight. It wasn’t
long before she was completely naked, white skin over a toned body. Her sex lay bare and hairless as pale, pink lips budded. Hips took on a charge as they slightly bent to the side. Val showed no shyness or regret, exposing her nude body to Will.
Will took hold of the top of his leggings and pulled them down. Val admired his slender, but toned form, muscles working under warm skin. Stepping out of the leggings, he stood nude before her, his manhood rising under its own power.
Val took hold of Will’s member, giving it a stroke before gently pulling him along. Will followed with his own hungry smirk until they reached the other empty bed. Val turned and placed her hands on his shoulders. With a gentle push, she forced him to sit on the edge, the young man’s member bouncing and throbbing in anticipation.
“I think we will both enjoy the ride,” Val said in a lustful whisper.
Will simply looked up to her as she crawled onto him like a spider. Arms around his neck and knees bent, she hovered over his cock, a drop of wetness touching the tip. With a slow, gentle descent, she pressed her womanhood to his throbbing member before gravity and lust took control. Will’s member pressed against her quivering valley entrance and a second later, Val let out a small moan, his thickness forcing its way into her tight womanhood. Gravity working, Val impaled herself, eyes fluttering to the heat of Will’s spirit.
Will touched her sides, fingers running along her cold skin. He could sense his heat leaving his body and entering hers, but with his heart pumping, he had plenty of heat to replace what he lost. Touching her firm breasts, he gave a squeeze as Val nestled on his lap, wetness flowing like tiny rivers.
“Stay…calm,” Val whispered as fangs grew longer.
Will said nothing, his hand reaching behind her head and taking hold while his other hand took a firm hold of one of her hips. Pushing her fanged mouth to his neck, he grunted as sharp teeth penetrated his skin. Pushing down with his other hand, he forced her to take every inch.
Val’s eyes fluttered as blood spurted and touched her tongue. Ecstasy bloomed like ripe fruit as she suckled on his neck while she rode thick inches. Breasts pressed firmly to Will’s chest; she moaned her delight as she moved to his touch. The tempo started slow before the taste of blood and his hard cock sent ripples of bliss throughout her body. Cold skin grew warmer and nails dug into Will’s back. Locked together, Val’s eyes rolled into her head, but she never let go.
Will noticed his hearts were full, but as the thrill filled minutes began to pass, they began to drop. When he reached 6 hearts, Val pulled back, blood coating her teeth, lips, and flowing down her chin. She bounced on his steel hard member, Will’s hands on her hips before moving behind and cupping her ass.
Val licked her lips while she rode him in a blazing heat. “It…was enough,” she managed.
“For you, maybe,” Will smirked.
Legs pushing up, Will held Val to him before stepping to the wall and pressing her back to it. Val let out a sultry gasp as he pinned her to the wall, driving his hips against her, his manhood as deep as it could go. The sudden turn of events sent shockwaves of bliss through the pale beauty as she clutched to him. Inner walls squeezed against his driving power, nerves tightening to the breaking point.
“You…are…hungry,” Val said with a wicked gasp against his neck.
“I am, but I'd rather feed you first,” Will whispered back as his cock thickened.
Val silently looked on to paradise as Will’s member pushed her to the breaking point. Inner world cracking, the dam exploded in a torrent of wet paradise. Eyes rolling into her head, she bit her lip to keep from screaming. A shudder caused her limbs to tremble as heat and power forced her into ecstasy’s embrace.
Will grunted, pinning Val to the wall and driving himself to the hilt. Cock thickening, thick spurts of life filled the tight space. Val could not hold back her moan as her power grew with the added life force pouring in. Will could not stop himself, thrusting like he was possessed. When the moment ebbed and weakness touched his muscles, he pulled back, letting Val fall to her knees, back against the stone wall.
Will stood over her, cock still half hard and drops of come dripping from the tip. Val looked up with an indignant but satisfied gaze. Old feelings swirled, speaking to her in an ancient tongue, saying she would never let a man treat her like that. The feelings subsided and a hunger took root once again. Leaning forward, her tongue slathered at the end of Will’s member.
“Hunger can be satisfied, but it will never be tamed,” Val said with an evil grin before wrapping her lips around his hardening member.
“No, it can’t,” Will smirked as pleasure rose up like an intimate symphony.
***
The sun shone high in the late morning sky. Three figures walked along the primal forest, a new lightness in their hearts. The morning was spent breaking down the simple stone structure and gathering some supplies of wood before they set off. Travelling in a southerly direction, it would be two days before they reached home.
Will’s mind churned as he wondered what he would do next. He was looking forward to seeing Milly, but with Val and Morgan, they would need a bigger place than the home he had already built. Going over ideas, he figured they would have to mine for more supplies and chop down more wood to build something bigger for all of them. There was plenty of forest to gather wood and plenty of land to the south before they reached the cliffs over the beach and sea. From what he remembered, it was about an hour’s walk to the cliffs so they could clear the forest and build on the land.
Will’s daydreaming and planning ground to a halt as he glanced over to Val. The pale beauty was not as haggard as she had been, and he assumed the blood helped her stay strong. Even so, she still walked at a little slower pace, shadows under her eyes. Morgan didn’t say much when he was up and helping with breaking down the shelter. As they hiked through the thick forest, he had a small smile on his lips, but didn’t talk much.
“There must be an easier way to travel,” Val moaned as she walked like a zombie.
“Can you turn into a bat?” Will asked an amused smile.
Val shot him a look and a weak smirk. “No, I cannot change into a bat.”
“How about turn into mists?” Morgan asked, joining in.
Val gave a sharp faux laugh. “You two are amusing.”
“It’s a legitimate question,” Morgan said as he pretended to be serious.
“I can smell the salt water off your pores. Tell me Morgan, how long can you survive not being in the ocean?”
Will glanced to them, seeing Morgan’s expression remaining blank.
“I don’t know, but I do feel a little weaker after fighting the giant spider. Maybe a few days,” Morgan said without showing a trace of emotion.
Will looked back to Morgan, ready to ask more questions, but decided against it. They had fought together after barely getting to know each other. The fuzzy memories they all shared from their lives before, played a confused havoc. They had no idea who they were, but a bond was there, maybe out of desperation. Will looked forward again, unsure if they would ever truly know about their pasts. One thing he was sure of, if they didn’t work together, the monsters would pick them off one by one. They needed each other and Will wasn’t going to damage what they had by asking questions he wasn’t sure if they had any answers to.
The future laid out before them and Will’s thoughts shifted to plans again. Mentally, he thought up a crude design for a castle. When they reached home, he would see if they could craft some paper and draw out something, they would all like. It brought a satisfied feeling to his heart, a goal they could work together on and strengthen bonds. When images of Yir touched his mind, Will felt a strange calling. Pulling out his map, he looked down at the other locations of a Hero Tomb and an Idol location. The other Idol would hold more answers.
Will pulled up his inventory, looking down at a slot with the Yir Idol in place. The god talked of followers and worship. Yir also spoke of the hunt and Will finding his tribe
s. It was simple, but cryptic, Will not sure if the god meant to actually search for his tribes, or create his own. Images of soul stones and the soul casket spiraled. Why wouldn’t he wake creatures from their savage selves? Why couldn’t he build a better world so they could live in peace? It was ambitious thinking and Will felt the call to tame a world filled with monsters, beautiful monsters.
“Let’s pick up the pace,” Will said with a commanding edge as he led the way through the primeval forest.
***
The day turned into night. Shelter built, Will and Morgan slept in different beds as Val took the night watch. Not long after falling asleep, Val crawled into bed, whispering she could hear everything and not to worry. Wil acknowledged her with a slight head nod as she snuggled close. They didn’t make love, just laid there, their bodies close as Will found himself holding her to him. The energies between them danced and played, but there was a small comfort in holding each other, a spark of warmth from the cold night outside stone walls.
The next day, they broke down the shelter and continued on their way home. The day had turned overcast, thick gray clouds stretching from horizon to horizon. A chill swept through the forest, Will wishing he had some thicker clothing. Morgan seemed fine, but it was Val who was bursting with energy. She moved with power, leading the way. Will guessed it was direct sunlight that weakened her. With a cloudy sky, the sun didn’t hinder her and she walked like she could hike forever.
The sky grew darker and drops of rain fell. A light tapping of water on green leaves caused a chorus of white noise. The rain was light, but enough to mat hair and send drops running down their faces and leather. After a few hours the rain ebbed, but the sky remained dark. Will felt anxious energy run along alert nerves, wondering if the cloudy sky would bring the monsters out early.
“Maybe we should set up camp a little early? From what I can see of the map, at this pace, we should be home by early tomorrow,” Will said as he put the map back in his inventory.
