The OP MC

by Logan Jacobs

  “No one thinks that, Great One,” Gwydion laughed. “A lazy man could not have defeated all of those soldiers as easily as you did.”

  “If you insist, then I accept your generosity,” I said with a bow. “My sword is out there somewhere, so if someone could retrieve it, that would be great. You’ll know right away which one it is-- the one that weighs as light as a feather.”

  “I will tell the men, Great One,” Gwydion said with a nod.

  “Oh, and would you tell Elrin that I wish for the men to be buried separately?” I asked as the man started to leave. “They may have served a fool, but they still deserve a proper burial.”

  Gwydion’s eyes went wide at my request, but he didn’t argue. “Of course, Great One.”

  “What’s the point of that?” a withering voice scoffed. It was Stryker, the tavern owner, and it didn’t surprise me when he glared at me. “They’re all dead, and nobody will mourn them.”

  “Sebastian honors them with a burial,” Mahini defended me. “And even cowards are mourned by those who love them.”

  My heart swelled at the fire in the desert woman’s words. I had been worried my request was a little strange, all things considered, but her approval cleared all of that doubt away.

  “Let’s get you home, Sebastian,” Mahini purred as she hooked her arm around mine. “We need to get you out of that armor.”

  I let the woman lead me away, but I couldn’t help looking over my shoulder at Stryker. The darkness in his eyes was troubling, and although I hadn’t seen much of him since my very first day, I just couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t quite as happy that I was staying in town as everyone else.

  The fact that he stood there and watched as Mahini dragged me out of sight only served to amplify my discomfort.

  I’d have to take care of him later. One couldn’t be at odds with his bartender.

  There were few people still within the town walls, and they all stopped to praise my feats on the battlefield. By the time we reached the street leading to our house everything was quiet and nobody interrupted us.

  “Hey, wait, where’s Elissa?” I asked Mahini when I noticed the redhead was missing.

  “I asked her to give us a little bit of time alone,” the desert woman responded, and her eyes flashed when they met mine. “Do you wish it were her leading you away?”

  “No,” I chuckled. “I just didn’t notice her slip away, is all. I’ve been wanting some alone time with you, too.”

  The response seemed to satisfy the raven-haired woman, and she pulled me into the house as soon as the door was opened. She wasted no time in unfastening the various buckles and straps that held the armor to my body, and she set each piece by the door with care.

  “There was an old crone who once lived in my hometown,” she began after getting both of my metal sleeves off. “She liked to tell stories of the world she had traveled, and I would always visit her every day to make sure she was well taken care of.”

  “That was nice of you,” I said when there was a brief pause. I wasn’t sure where this had come from, nor where it was going, but she had my full attention.

  “A few days before that man showed up, the old crone told me that I would one day meet the mightiest warrior in all the land,” Mahini continued as she slipped the breastplate off. “She said I would be given one chance to be his forever.”

  “Did you think it was that same asshole guy?” I asked as bile rose in my throat. I still couldn’t get over what he had done to Mahini.

  “No,” she laughed, “I never thought it was him.”

  “Then why mention the crone?” I asked.

  There was a long silence as she started working on the clasps of my thigh armor, and it wasn’t until they were both removed that she lifted her eyes to mine.

  Those piercing blue eyes were filled with conviction and desire.

  “I thought it might be you, Sebastian,” she whispered. “I did not want you to fight this battle yourself, but I knew it was the only way I could be certain you were the one.”

  Her eyes fell again, and she got to work with the buckles on my shins.

  “When we made the Pledge of the Phoenix, I thought that was the one chance the old crone mentioned.” The metal armor clinked softly as Mahini placed it beside the rest. “But I realized that in the Pledge, I was only truly offering my soul to you, and there is more that I must offer.”

  Her blue eyes wavered as she looked at me again. I liked what she was saying, but it didn’t sound like it was something she was giving up willingly. It almost sounded more like it was expected of her, and I didn’t want that to hang between us.

  “What if I am not who you think I am?” I questioned. “What if you offer yourself to me and I am not the mightiest warrior in all the land?”

  There was no doubt that I was, of course, but I had to hear her answer.

  “I have only known you a short while, Sebastian, but I have seen you take out a kobold horde, clear out a mine full of goblins, and defeat an army of highly trained soldiers, and almost all of that was on your own.” By now she was finished removing all of my armor, and she stood as straight as one of her arrows and her eyes flashed with a challenge. “Nobody could know the things that you do, about me or anyone else. You are the mightiest warrior. The mightiest man. You are a god walking amongst us, and I cannot go another day knowing that I am not truly yours and you are not truly mine.”

  “Well, alright, then,” I said.

  I created a new save point as Mahini pressed herself against me and lifted her lips to mine. The taste of tart cherries filled my mouth as I deepened the kiss, and the desert beauty moaned as she started dragging me down the hall to the bedroom.

  Passion flooded my veins as we stumbled into the room, and Mahini started to tug at the sweaty underclothes sticking to my body. Her nails were shorter than Elissa’s, but when she dug them gently along my back, I groaned with desire.

  The kiss was broken as Mahini yanked my shirt over my head, and as soon as the padded thing flopped to the floor, I attached myself to the caramel skin of the desert woman’s neck. She let out a throaty gasp and ran her fingers along my back again, and I growled against her throat and started tugging at the laces that held her leather-and-plate armor closed.

  “Why are there so many strings?” I complained as my fumbling made the knots worse.

  “So that enemies can’t strip me naked in battle,” Mahini laughed as she lifted her hands to join mine.

  I let her dexterous fingers handle all of the annoying strings and went back to work lavishing her neck with gentle nips. As soon as the leather top dropped to the floor, I quickly yanked the undershirt over her head to join the armor pile. I ran my fingers along the taut muscles of her abdomen, and when I stepped back to admire all the rest of her body, Mahini brought her arms up to cover herself up.

  “There’s no need to be shy, Mahini,” I murmured to her as I gently grasped her wrists. “I want to admire that desert goddess body of yours.”

  Mahini took a deep breath before letting me pull her arms away from her body. Her eyes slid shut, and she turned her head as I gazed at the beauty I had just revealed.

  Every inch of caramel skin was hiding sleek muscle, and there wasn’t a single tan line in sight. Her breasts were the perfect size, and the light brown nipples were already hard and waiting for me. There was still so much hidden from me beneath the leather pants she wore, but I was happy to take my time and enjoy what laid before me.

  I had been waiting for this since the moment Mahini stepped out onto the field to face the kobolds. I loved her from the moment she gave her life to defend me and the town, and I intended to enjoy every last second with this amazing woman.

  I released her wrists and ran my hands along the desert woman’s sides. Her hands were tough from years of swordplay, but the skin on her body was soft and supple, and Mahini shuddered as my fingers traced faint circles on her lower ribs.

  “That feels so good,” she
moaned.

  “It’s about to feel so much better,” I promised.

  I gently cupped both of her breasts and brought my mouth to hers as she let out a gasp. Then I slid my tongue against hers and moved it in time with my fingers tracing around her nipples. The desert woman shuddered in my arms, and her fingers gripped my biceps as though I was the only thing keeping her from becoming a puddle at my feet.

  “Let’s take this to the bed,” I murmured to her as I gently pushed her backward.

  “Yes, Sebastian,” she breathed as she obeyed me.

  She didn’t break away from my caress until the last possible second, and as soon as she was settled onto the bed, she locked her eyes with mine, and then she shimmied out of her leather pants. Her cheeks and chest flushed as she removed her boots, and when she laid naked before me, she swallowed hard but didn’t break our eye contact.

  I made a new save point so I could enjoy this moment forever.

  “You are beautiful,” I breathed as I dragged my eyes along her body. “Every inch of you. Gorgeous.”

  “Even the scars?” she asked as her fingers brushed across her left thigh.

  “Didn’t even notice,” I admitted. “They are part of you, and you are beautiful. I love every part of you.”

  Mahini was even more of a goddess than I had ever imagined. Her legs were long and slender, but the toned muscles of her thighs and calves told me she could run circles around me in a race. The scars she was worried about were four thin slices on the outer part of her thigh, probably from an incident with a beast faced with the Golden Swords. The skin was a shade lighter than the rest of her, but it didn’t detract from her beauty in the slightest.

  “Proof that my warrior woman is just as much of a badass as I am,” I murmured as I traced my fingers over the marks.

  Her eyes sparkled as I unbuckled my belt and pants. Then I kicked off my boots, kicked off my socks, and climbed into the bed on top of Mahini.

  She ran her fingers along my chest as I hovered above her, and her pupils dilated with desire.

  “I am yours, Sebastian,” she murmured.

  “And I am yours,” I pledged as I brought my lips to hers.

  Her hands wound through my hair and caressed my back as we kissed, and when I pulled away to suckle on her neck, Mahini let out a sigh of deep contentment. Her breathing hitched as I traced a line down her throat and collarbone to the swell of her right breast.

  “Oh, please,” she begged as her fingers tangled into my hair.

  I placed light kisses on her flesh, and when I reached the nipple again, I flicked it with my tongue. She let out the most adorable squeak that turned into a throaty moan of pleasure as I took the nipple into my mouth. Her back arched beneath me, and her fingers pulled me as close as possible.

  “Yessss,” she hissed out.

  I gave attention to her other breast with my hand, and my fingers mimicked the swirling of my tongue over the hard nipple. She whimpered when I removed my mouth, and she sighed in pleasure when I brought it back to her left nipple.

  I lavished her breasts with my mouth until she was squirming beneath me, and then I began to trail kisses along her firm abdomen. When I reached her belly button, she tensed beneath me.

  “What are you--” she began to ask, and her eyes were filled with desire and wonder.

  “I’m going to pleasure you with my tongue and lips, Mahini,” I informed her as I brought my right hand to rest on her thigh. “Just relax. You will enjoy this, I promise.”

  Her trust in me shone in her eyes, and she obediently opened her legs as I wedged myself between her thighs.

  I focused on the downy curls at the junction of her legs, but I could feel her gaze burning into me from above as she watched my every move. My fingers caressed her outer thigh before carefully shifting inward. As she took a shuddering breath, I leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the soft curls protecting her womanhood.

  Her legs widened further, and I got my first peek of the pink lips that had never been touched before by another man.

  Mahini shuddered as I ran my tongue along her slit, and she let out a gasp as I focused my attention on the little nub above her entrance.

  “Oh my--” she moaned.

  “See? It feels good, doesn’t it?” I smiled against her skin and dragged my fingers to join my tongue, and when I slipped one finger inside her, Mahini let out a long moan.

  “Oh yes,” she gasped.

  I slowly curled my finger as I thrust into her, and within moments, she was meeting my every movement with her rocking hips. A second finger joined, and she was writhing on the bed beneath me.

  “Sebastian,” she moaned as I licked her clit. “This feels so...I can’t...”

  “Yes, you can,” I murmured encouragingly. “Almost there.”

  Mahini rocked in time to my fingers, and when I suckled on her nub again, she growled and dug her fingers into my hair. She pulled me closer, her breathing grew more ragged, and her orgasm washed over her like a wave. She shuddered beneath me as she rode the high and flopped limp when it was all over.

  I gave her a long kiss as I removed my fingers from inside her, and she sighed against my mouth.

  “That was amazing, Sebastian,” she breathed.

  “It only gets better,” I promised as I licked her sweet juices from my fingers.

  It took only a few moments for her to get her breath back, and by then I was suffering from some serious aching in my groin. My erection was pressing insistently against Mahini’s thigh, and it was all I could do to keep from driving it home.

  “I am not afraid,” Mahini insisted as she rubbed her thigh against my erection. She clearly knew what she was doing to me because she grinned like a cat. “I want this, Sebastian.”

  I didn’t need to be told twice.

  I brought my lips down onto hers once more, and she slid her tongue against mine as I shifted into a better position. Her fingers tangled into my hair, and when I pressed against her entrance, she took a sharp breath in through her nose. She didn’t push me away and the quiver that rippled down her body was one of anticipation.

  “I am ready,” she assured me.

  I rolled my hips against hers and felt her inner muscles clench against me in the tightest grip I had ever experienced. The desert woman let out a little whimper of pain, but it quickly turned into a deep moan as I rolled my hips a few more times.

  “Oh, yes,” she breathed as she met my thrusts with her hips.

  It didn’t take long for me to reach that wonderful cliff, and I growled against Mahini’s throat as I teetered on the edge. I wanted her to fall with me, and when I found a sensitive spot just beneath her left ear, I felt her grip on me tighten further.

  “Climax with me,” I growled. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum.”

  “Pleassseeee,” she gasped as her entire body tensed around my cock.

  We both soared over the edge at the same time, and I released my seed deep inside her.

  My arms lost all feeling, and I slumped down on top of my amazing desert goddess.

  “No, don’t move,” Mahini said when I tried to shift. She held me tight in her arms and nuzzled the top of my head. “I want to enjoy this moment for as long as possible.”

  My brain was fuzzy, and I probably dozed off while I recovered from our love-making. Mahini didn’t protest or shove me away, and I was aware of her gently running her fingers through my hair.

  “That was incredible,” I mumbled against her skin.

  “Yes, it was,” she agreed.

  A long silence hung around us as my brain regained command of all the blood in my body. Mahini seemed happy to just lie there without saying a word.

  “Mahini, what is marriage like in your culture?” I asked after a few minutes.

  “There are no grand ceremonies like what you and Elissa had,” she answered, “but our elders sometimes join two people if they wish to remain together forever.”

  “Sort of like our Pledge?”
I questioned.

  “Even that is more formal than the joining of my people,” she replied. “A man and woman are tied together by their children more than a ceremony or a ritual.”

  “So for you and I to be properly married...”

  “We are already married, Sebastian,” Mahini assured me. “Our love-making just now binds us together, body and soul, forever. Our Pledge was only the beginning.”

  “And you don’t mind that I’m also married to Elissa?” I asked as I lifted my head to look at her.

  “Of course not.” The desert goddess shook her head. “Is it so strange that we might share you between us?”

  “Where I’m from, yes,” I told her. “I couldn’t give you up to make Elissa happy, and I don’t want to give her up for you.”

  “You do not have to,” the raven-haired beauty promised as she pulled me in for a kiss. “You may have all that you want and more.”

  Chime.

  “You are beautiful, Mahini,” I breathed as I relished in her naked form yet again.

  “Even the scars?” she asked as her fingers brushed across her left thigh.

  “Even the scars,” I replied as I leaned down and traced them gently with my tongue.

  Her deep moan seemed to vibrate through my chest and caused my cock to twitch with excitement.

  I quickly undressed and climbed onto the bed with my intoxicating warrior woman. I just hovered above her and stared, and her breathing seemed to pick up with every second of silence.

  “Wh-What are you--” she stammered.

  “Building the anticipation,” I said with a grin. “I like the way your glittering blue-eyes light up with excitement over what we’re about to do.”

  The caramel skin from her cheeks to her chest darkened with her blush, and her piercing blue eyes shot away from me.

  “How is it that you are so fierce on the battlefield and yet so shy in the bedroom?” I teased as I caressed her cheek. “If you were to turn that ferocity on me, I wouldn’t stand a chance.”

  “I wouldn’t know what to do…” Mahini admitted as she flicked her gaze back to me.

  “Then I’ll just have to teach you,” I murmured before pressing my lips to hers.