by Eric Vall
Then they slammed the door.
“Don’t worry about them,” I muttered. “They’ll come around. Maybe don’t mention their hormones again, though. Ever.”
“I’m sorry, alright?” Haragh groaned as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “What can I say? I don’t know shit about women. You’re the guy with all the spare ones runnin’ around, and I don’t know how ye’ handle the lot of them. They were all glarin’ at me, and Aurora could easily kill me, and I just … ”
“Panicked,” I chuckled. “I get it. Don’t beat yourself up, though. I’m not even mad anymore.”
Haragh nodded with relief, but then he furrowed his brow as he reached to pick a bit of singed fabric from my shoulder. “Why are ya clothes all burnt up?”
“I rode a dragon tonight,” I told him. “It was awesome.”
“Did you bring the flail?” he asked with an eager grin. “Flails and dragons are a killer combo.”
“How do you know about my flail?” I narrowed my eyes.
“Kurna told me,” the half-ogre mumbled. “You … you really not gonna let me see it?”
“Nah, you can see the flail,” I sighed. “Why don’t you come by tomorrow? You can give me a few pointers on how to not bludgeon myself with it.”
“You know who knows her way around a flail, is Aurora,” Haragh chuckled. “Oh, hey … she could teach those scary kids of yours how to play with it.”
“Why do you guys say the word ‘play’?” I demanded. “It’s not a toy, dude, it’s a deadly weapon!”
“Yeah, but they’re fun,” the half-ogre said with a shrug. “Feels like playin’ once you get the hang of it. You’ll see.”
“Go,” I ordered as I pointed to the northern woods, and Haragh chuckled heartily as he waved me off and headed home.
Just the thought of my hypothetical kids coming within ten feet of that flail had me kneading my hands anxiously as I sparked my magic. Then I began sending all the chests from my porch into the house while I tried to decide if I should install some kind of indoor fencing to keep the kids away from my weaponry.
It would be kind of adorable to see them training with their moms, though. Maybe on a lazy Sunday … a little shooting practice after breakfast, some dagger lessons before lunch. Shoshanne would probably sit all nervous in the corner clutching her healing staff, and when the kids were tuckered out from their training, I’d send them off to chase Big Red around town while I chained all my women up for some afternoon delight.
I could find that rune the elves used to keep their palaces quiet and engrave it in our bedroom, and that way, our murdery kids wouldn’t ever have to know how many scandalous things their moms begged me to do to them.
Life would be good, basically, and I was grinning to myself as I sent the ruby statue far into a cluttered corner of my workshop. Then I headed to my bridge to get a last admiring look at my moat, and I was working on finding the perfect name for a particularly long-toothed eel when a strange sensation bloomed around me.
It sparked against my skin in a pleasant way that brought my body temperature up a few degrees, but when I turned toward the billowing shadows at my back, I wasn’t doused in fear this time.
I smirked when Nulena emerged from the darkness, and she wore a white, strapless gown tonight rather than her usual black corset. Her two-toned gaze softened the moment her eyes met mine, and she came straight to me like she couldn’t wait another moment. There were two side-slits on her gown that exposed both of her legs with every step, too, and she smelled like exotic fruits and jungle flowers as she sighed and curled against my chest.
Then I slid her long black hair over her shoulder so I could trail my lips along her ebony skin, and Nulena shivered in my hold while I enjoyed the velvety feel of her. Eventually, my head was filled with her presence as I chuckled and pulled away, but her lips swiftly caught mine.
Nulena kissed me so intensely, I could feel how much she’d been craving me with every bite she left on my tongue, and I couldn’t deny I already wanted more of her, too. Just having the Baroness’ slender fingers clutching desperately at my neck made me want to rip her dress off as quickly as I had last time, and when she let out a soft moan, I could hardly keep from doing just that.
I forced myself to practice some restraint, though, as the sound of the mages strolling to their houses reminded me I was standing in my front yard at the moment.
“I assumed you’d be working this evening,” I murmured when Nulena finally released me, and her cheeks shimmered like black pearls as she gazed up at me.
“I was,” she replied softly. “I found out what you wanted to know.”
That snapped me out of my hazy state.
“Already?” I clarified.
“Yes.” Nulena nodded. “The rune created for the Master harbors an element not known to most elves today. It is a very small and inconspicuous line amongst many that form his rune, but its presence allows for the wearer to transport themselves to any point where this same element has been engraved. It’s nearly impossible to discern where the Master has placed it, because he requires nothing but one elemental line to utilize its power, and someone with even the most basic understanding of rune magic only has to summon the element quickly and arrange it properly. Then any of his soldiers may connect to it at his order, and they are transported directly to the spot where this line is engraved.”
All of this was said with no concern as Nulena eyed my lips and the exposed parts of my chest beneath my singed shirt, but her heated gaze did nothing to distract me from the gaping pit I was currently dropping into.
Fuck.
The Master’s minions could fucking teleport, and given how effective the tiniest elemental line could be in rune magic, I knew damn well I could walk past a hundred of his engravings without ever noticing.
Which meant a single line etched on one of the many, many stone walls of the Oculus was all it took for hundreds of possessed mages to come crawling in, and Temin’s castle could have dozens of engravings hidden all over it. Hell, my own house could have one, and I’d never know it until the Master’s army flooded my halls, suffocated me, and branded me in my sleep.
“Okay, so … ” I muttered, but my voice sounded far away now as my mind went completely blank.
Then Nulena smirked. “Don’t look so nervous.”
“It’s kind of hard not to be,” I chuckled shakily. “This is … bad. To say the least.”
“Hmm.” Nulena gently pulled me against her as she kissed me once more, and then she murmured against my lips. “It’s late.”
I nodded.
“You look like you’ve had a long day,” she pointed out, and I managed half a grin as she toyed with a singed tear in my sleeve.
It really had been a ridiculously long day, and I couldn’t fathom how I was still standing at this point after everything that had happened since I woke up this morning. It was only last night that I’d gotten paralyzed falling off a battlement, but even after battling dragons and getting thrown across a jungle, I was still wide awake, and Nulena was in my arms gazing up at me.
I could see a glimmer of devotion in her ghostly white eye while the coal black of the other looked ready to do anything I asked of her, and the way her cleavage swelled beneath her white silk suddenly made it easy to shove my concerns about the Master aside. At least for tonight.
So, I grinned and offered her my arm.
“You should come inside,” I told her, and a nervous smile came to the woman’s ebony lips as her cheeks began to shimmer once more.
Nulena let me lead her to the house while I resisted the urge to bid my pet eels a goodnight, and I could hear her heart beginning to pound heavily as we strolled through the dim halls of the mansion.
Then we passed the massive chamber with my six-foot penis statue in it, and she came to an abrupt stop.
“Is that … you?” Nulena asked with a smirk, and I cleared my throat as I eyed the diamond crown Cayla had placed at the top of the penis.
“No,” I muttered, “that was a joke that’s apparently going to be a permanent fixture now.”
I casually pulled Nulena along while she let out a low chuckle, but by the time we made it to the lofty wrought iron door of my bedroom, she was silent while her heart raced beneath her breasts.
Then I pushed against the door, but before I’d opened it beyond a couple feet, my women gasped at my arrival and scrambled to their positions.
All four of them were naked in our fiery bed with their diamonds on, and Shoshanne sent me a silly grin before she slapped Cayla across the face so hard, the princess toppled into Aurora’s arms. Then the half-elf forced her back up, and Shoshanne delivered a second unforgiving slap to her other cheek.
I raised my brows as the healer smiled proudly, and when they all burst into giggles over Cayla’s clear enjoyment, I couldn’t even rein in my grin.
“Uhh … ” was all I got out.
“We’re ready for you, baron,” Aurora purred, and the flames around the room grew a few inches as she curled her finger to beckon me over to the bed.
“Don’t forget,” Deya giggled, “we all get the Shoshanne treatment this time.”
I swallowed hard as all of my blood funneled straight to my dick in less than two seconds, and I glanced at Nulena, who was still out of sight of my other women.
“So … yes, first of all,” I managed. “That’s … I can definitely do that. Also, though, I sort of brought someone to join us?”
I shoved the door open before I led the Baroness into the room, and all of my women gasped like I’d just brought them a present they’d always wanted. Their eyes lit up as they clutched one another in their excitement, and Aurora anxiously mussed her blue hair as her cheeks turned pink.
A fiendish grin came to Nulena’s lips while she took in the sight of my women all waiting in bed for me, and her two-toned eyes had a sinful glint to them as she considered the scorch marks all over the walls.
Then I grinned and brought Nulena to the bed, and I handed her off to my women as they let out a collective sigh and dragged her between them. The Baroness chuckled when they couldn’t resist running their hands all over her perfect frame, and I admired the five women’s heaving breasts and perked nipples while I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it into the fireplace since it was burnt to hell anyway.
“Nulena, do you like to spank people?” Cayla asked breathlessly, and the Baroness slowly turned a smirk toward the princess before she nodded.
The princess whimpered against her will as her blue eyes shot to me, and I could tell she was at a loss for words.
“I know,” I chuckled.
Then Aurora slid Nulena’s silk dress up, and I could have collapsed on the spot because she had nothing on underneath. Cayla and Aurora didn’t stop there, though. They pulled the woman’s thighs up and apart for me to keep her locked between them, and Deya and Shoshanne took hold of her arms next.
“How do you want her?” Aurora asked with a devilish grin.
“Just like that,” I replied, and I kept my eyes on Nulena’s sleek, ebony mound as I started undoing my belt.
I could tell she was already wet for me as her breaths started to come faster, and there was no way I could start slow with her this time. Not with my four women holding her steady for me.
Every one of them was blushing with anticipation by the time I came over to join them, and when Aurora’s flames shifted to a deep red, Nulena began to shiver all over as the women tightened their holds.
At that moment, I could honestly say I didn’t give a shit about the Master or his teleporting minions. I had five of the most gorgeous women I’d ever seen in my bed, and we’d all waited a long, long time for this one.
So, I chuckled as I braced myself between Nulena’s ebony thighs, and as her lips curled into a coy grin, I couldn’t deny that even on the verge of all hell breaking loose, it was fucking good to be a baron.
End of book 10
End Notes
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