“Morning,” Mila snuggled up against him.
“I’m hungry,” Martial announced.
Mile opened her eyes, a sparkle in them. “Do you want to eat me?”
“Sure,” Martial said. “But after some bread and bacon. A hot cup of tea too.”
Mila kissed him on the lips before she lifted her body up, raising her breasts to his mouth. “Are you sure you don’t want some of me first?”
Marital took in her breast in his mouth and sucked on the nipple. He breathed in deeply. After wine, usually it was women that he preferred in his line of priorities. But just sometimes, he needed food more than either.
“After food,” Martial said.
“How about I eat you?”
“Food,” Martial repeated. “You can suck my cock while I have breakfast.”
Martial slapped Mila’s ass once more as she climbed out of bed. Her curvy bottom wiggled under the pressure, and her body flinched as Martial put some force behind the slap. Mila glanced back at him, eyes narrowed. But then, she smiled and hurried out of the room, completely naked as she rushed to get him his food.
Martial grinned as he leaned against the headboard.
He had that effect on girls. His kind, Legacies, Immortals, they had an aura about them, one that could influence weaker minds into submitting to their will. Despite having lived a really long time, and having slept with thousands of women in that time, Martial never tired of watching the girls lose their minds and do the daftest things, like going downstairs to the pub’s kitchen completely naked.
Mila would realise at some point that she was naked. Her reaction would be hilarious to watch.
Martial didn’t feel bad that he had that effect on women. His aura was always about him, radiating out from his body. He knew what it was, and he could use it to bend someone to his will.
But he never used it like that.
What happened when girls were around him was natural. His aura simply loosened their prohibitions and brought out their deeper desires. Sure, it muddled with their brains somewhat too… but it was temporary, and not something he could avoid.
Mila returned carrying a tray in hand, still naked. She placed the tray by the bedside chest of draws. Martial stared at her body as she climbed into bed. Her pale white skin was puffy around her pussy, the lips hung parted after having spent most of last night accommodating his cock.
Pulling the blanket away, Mila got on her knees, her ass sticking up in the air, she took his cock in her mouth. There was quite nothing like having your cock sucked by a warm wet mouth and having breakfast at the same time.
Sighing deeply, Martial tucked in. He got through his toasts, beans, eggs and sausages quickly. With mug of tea in hand, his eyes on Mila’s ass sticking up in the air, his fingers ran through her hair. It had been a satisfying morning, after a somewhat troublesome evening.
The door to his room opened and in walked the two Legacy girls. Noticing Mila sucking his cock, the blond girl’s eyes widened.
“Oh, is this a bad time?” she asked.
Martial, who had his fingers in Mila’s hair, pulled her head up, her lips now touching his cock, no longer in her mouth. “You olrite to continue doing your thing in front of them?”
Saliva and precum dripping from her lips, Mila barely glanced at the girls before nodding, eager to get back to his large cock.
“Now’s a good time,” Martial said, as he let go of Mila’s hair. “What can I do for you?”
Both girls, blond and redhead, had a dazed look in their eyes as they stared at his cock. The redhead’s lips hung parted as her tongue poked out to lick them. It was a curious sight, watching Legacies affected by his aura. It did happen, but usually it meant they were third, fourth or even fifth generation Legacies.
“How is she taking that in her mouth?” the redhead mumbled.
“My cock?”
She nodded, though her eyes remained on Mila sucking on his cock. “It’s so big…”
“Practice and a burning desire to please, that sort of thing will get you a long way,” Martial said.
The blond shook her head, subconsciously shaking off his aura. “We’re here to submit ourselves as apprentice legacies,” she said.
“Oh?” Martial raised an eyebrow. “Do you know what actually means?”
The blond nodded her head. “It means we give ourselves to you, mind, body and soul, yours to command as you please till our death.”
Martial had forgotten how intense the pledge was, mind, body and soul, giving it away till the end of their lives, it was some commitment.
It was the Immortals that started the process of taking on apprentices. Men and women who would swear allegiance and devote their lives in service. It was normal humans at first, but once Legacies were born, children of Immortals, most only took on Legacies as apprentices. They lived longer, were stronger, easier to train.
They were also more attractive, which had become a thing amongst masters, building their own harem of beautiful and deadly humans.
It had been many years since anyone had wanted Martial as their master. Longer even since he had last taken on an apprentice.
Martial shook his head. “No.”
“You won’t take us as apprentices?”
“I won’t.”
“Why?” the blond asked.
“I don’t need to answer to you. I don’t answer to anyone.”
The redhaired girl stared down at her feet, a knowing look of resignation worn across her pretty face. The blond continued to stare at him, her lips pressed together in determination.
“You have to take us as apprentices,” she said. “I will follow you until you do.”
“What?”
“I will follow you, be behind you every step of the way as you leave this settlement. I will follow you from settlement to settlement, from village to town, to city. I will be beside your bed when you sleep, by your table when you eat, and I will ride with you when you battle the demons. I’m going to be in your life for the rest of my life. You have the choice of having me as an apprentice at your side, an apprentice who you will command, mind, soul and body. Or you can have a Legacy who is opinionated, who will constantly talk to you, possibly block your cock from getting anything.”
“You can’t block my cock,” Martial scoffed. “Have you seen me? Have you seen my cock?”
The blond nodded, though she maintained eye contact with him. “The choice is yours, but either way, I’m coming with you.”
Martial frowned. He didn’t like the way this girl was forcing him to make decisions, forcing herself onto him. Who the hell did she think she was?
“Who the hell do you think you are?” he growled.
“A Legacy that has been stuck in a small settlement all her life. A Legacy with no future, no chance of a family. Legacies are revered around the world, but not when you happen to stay in one place all your life. Not when you aren’t as skilful as other Legacies. Not when you’re not in charge. You become a freak. You watch those around you, those that you grew up with, you watch them age, watch the resentment in their eyes. I’m desperate, Martial. I’ll do anything to get out of this place, to become useful.”
“Why didn’t you just leave? Why stay in this town?”
“And go where?” the blond asked. “Wonder around the country, lost, taken advantage of by powerful men?”
“So let me see if I’ve got this straight,” Martial said. “You’re afraid of being taken advantage of by powerful men, but here you are, willing to submit to me, mind, body and soul?”
“It’s the way of an apprentice, isn’t it? To submit to their master completely and wholly.”
“You wouldn’t believe where that came from,” Martial scoffed. “If you did, you wouldn’t find it romantic or honourable or whatever it is that’s going through your mind.”
“Please,” the blond pleaded. “Please take us as apprentices.”
Martial sighed and looked away from the Legacy. He turned h
is focus back on Mila, who still sucked away at his cock. She was a delightful girl with curves in the right places. Her ass stuck up in the air was a beautiful sight. Martial still had his hands wrapped around Mila’s hair. She sucked away enthusiastically. He pulled her head up. She smiled at him, his precum and her saliva dripping from her cheeks, her eyes dazed from wanton lust.
There was a reason Martial stopped taking on Legacies as apprentices. He disapproved of how it had all begun. Immortals were once apprentices themselves. Very few knew about how Immortals came about, who they served. When the Immortals God died, the Immortals became free. They took on apprentices as they had been once themselves, demanding absolute control of their apprentices’ mind, body and soul.
That wasn’t the main reason Martial didn’t take on apprentices. He did once. He met many a fantastic girl as apprentices. Somehow, his apprentices tended to be girls. It had something to do with the aura’s that Immortals and Legacies possessed. A way of connecting that made it easier for them to pick the correct apprentices, ones that would truly submit their minds, bodies, and souls.
Martial felt it from both girls. They would make good apprentices, they would work hard, they would train. He felt the attraction from them too. Both girls wanted him, though the blond seemed to resist the idea more than the redhead. It was common for master’s to sleep with their apprentices, to form a sort of harem of beautiful Legacies.
Martial had resisted doing that, even when he had Legacies, he’d tried not to sleep with them. He’d literally never succeeded. Spending so much time with beautiful girls that wanted him, that he wanted, it was hard to resist the urges. It was another reason Martial didn’t want apprentices. They resembled too much of the set-up the Immortals had with their God.
The other reason, after living for as long as he had, after battling for so long, Martial was tired. He’d lost everyone he ever loved. It drove him to the point where he determined to never love again. To accomplish this, he stayed on the move, going from city to town to village to whatever the fuck this place was. He drank copious amounts of wine, fucked a ton of girls, and whenever the opportunity presented itself, killed a bunch off demons.
It had worked pretty well for the last fifty or so years.
In that time, seeing the state he was in, a drunk that cared about being paid for killing demons, no Legacies came to him to be apprentices.
But then, usually, apprentices had choices. They grew up in towns with lots of Legacies. Most went out to seek famous Legacies, the first generation of Legacies to be their masters. The most ambitious, the most determined didn’t choose a master until they found an Immortal.
Immortals were hard to find these days. Despite titling themselves as Immortals, they could be killed.
“Being an apprentice is a commitment for life, you know,” Martial said softly. “It means you obey my every command, even if your mind screams at you to ignore it. It means your body belongs to me. If I want to fuck you, I fuck you.” Martial looked away from Mila and turned his eyes on the blond. “It means if I want someone else to fuck you, that person fucks you. Do you know that?”
The blond swallowed nervously, though she maintained eye contact. “I do.”
“And you agree to this? To being whored out by me?”
The blond nodded.
Martial turned his eyes on the redhead. She had remained quiet the whole time, staring at her feet, nerves showing clearly on her pretty face.
“What about you?” Martial asked. “Do you understand what submitting as an apprentice really means?”
The redhead raised her chin and met his eyes. She nodded quickly. Martial felt her aura, felt a desire in her to please, to want to belong.
Fuck, he cursed. He’d managed to avoid having apprentices by being an ass. He’d never needed to say no to an apprentice because, for obvious reasons, she didn’t want him as a master.
But here, he had two girls that both wanted him as their master, both insistent. And their auras, the girls would be strong Legacies with the right training.
And maybe he needed to have apprentices once more, to have a powerful army of Legacies to battle the demons that seemed intent on another two-hundred-year war.
Martial turned his attention back to Mila. The whole time, she had remained with her lips inches away from his cock, staring at him with dazed lust. He released his grip on her hair. She returned to his cock like a starving human seeing food for the first time.
As she sucked away, Martial held her head with both hands and pushed it down. A gurgle escaped her throat as she gagged on his cock. Martial held his cock pressed down her throat, watching until her body began to shudder, until she could take no more. And then, he pulled his cock out, and grabbing the girl by the hair, he pulled her to feet. Standing on the bed, her ass facing him, Martial drove his cock into her cunt.
He turned to look at the girls. “If you really want to be my apprentices, you’ll have to pass a test first. I’ll be leaving this settlement after lunch. Be ready to leave with me. Is that understood?”
Both girls nodded eagerly.
“Good,” Martial said. “Now fuck off. I have Mila’s asshole and cunt to ruin.” As if to prove his point, he drove his cock down her cunt, hitting the end, the girl let out a squeal.
Both girls nodded and mumbling thanks, they hurried out of the room.
Martial leaned in and rested his chest on Mila’s back. “Sorry about shoving my cock down your throat and thrusting it inside your cunt,” he told her. “Just wanted to make a show in front of the Legacies.”
“Nothing to apologise about,” Mila said, smiling. “I liked it.”
“Oh… oh. That’s good then,” Martial said.
Chapter 8
Later that day, after having lunch in their own house, Cassie and Michelle set off for the pub. They said goodbye to Ellie, the farmer’s daughter, telling her she could stay in their house for as long as she wanted to. Cassie wondered if the girl would ever return to the farm where her parents had been murdered before her eyes, where a demon had then torn off her clothes, attempting to rape her.
As she left her house, she didn’t feel any sadness. If this was the last time she would see the house she had grown up in, she wouldn’t miss the place. It was a small terraced house with two bedrooms, a dark kitchen with a small window, and a small living room with little furniture.
Walking down the road towards the pub, a small bag slung over her shoulder, holding her horse by the reins, Cassie was excited. She was nervous too.
“What do you make of him?” Cassie asked conversationally as she walked with Michelle.
“I think he’s suffered a lot,” Michelle replied.
Cassie turned her head at that, eyebrows raised.
“I thought it was obvious?”
“Not to me!” Cassie protested.
“It’s obvious he’s been alive a really long time. Maybe he’s first generation Legacy, his parents were probably Immortals. He comes across like he’s suffered so much that he can’t take it anymore. That’s why he drinks so much, seeks the company of women.”
“I just thought he was a drunken asshole,” Cassie muttered.
Michelle shook her head with confidence. “There’s something much deeper about him. He’s definitely one of the old ones. Did you see the way he faced the demon? He didn’t eve flinch when the demon grew in size.” Michelle let out a nervous laugh. “I thought the demon was the lord of demons himself, I was that afraid.”
Cassie remembered the moment. Her thoughts had mirrored Michelle’s. She’d never seen a demon grow in size. Being a Legacy, she wasn’t easily spooked, but she’d been more afraid of seeing the demon grow than she had been of anything else ever before in her life.
Martial on the other hand, he was completely calm, completely unimpressed.
He’d been right too, right that he could deal with the problem all by himself.
Walking into the demon camp all alone, slicing through the demons that
got in his way like they were nothing. Standing at the edge of the camp, facing the hundreds of demons, demanding a duel with their leader. The large demon that had stepped forward, Martial had toyed with him before killing him. And he had killed him cruelly.
Maybe Michelle was right.
Maybe he was a tortured soul.
What he did to that demon, the way he killed him, it was over the top. Was it because of his experiences?
It made her see Martial in a new light.
Maybe he wasn’t a drunken asshole.
“Do you think he’s had apprentices before?” Michelle asked.
A moment earlier, had Michelle asked that question, Cassie would have said no. Back then, she was sure he was someone like them, a Legacy that had no heritage, one that was skilful, but with no family. A misfit much like themselves.
“I don’t know,” she replied. “It’s possible you’re right that he’s very old. He could have had many apprentices before us.”
Michelle smiled. “Imagine if he really is a first-generation Legacy whose been in so many battles. How lucky would we be?”
Pretty damned lucky, Cassie thought. But she also thought it a fanciful idea. Most Immortals only had one or two children, making first generation Legacies almost as rare as the Immortals themselves.
Martial might be very old, one of the first Legacies. Or, he could be fifty years old, but seen a lot in that time. Despite the relative peace between demons and humans, there was always skirmishes around the borders. If Martial had been a demon prisoner, that would explain why he was the way he was.
It was much more realistic than him being an important Legacy.
* * *
Cassie and Michelle racked-up their horses outside the pub and sat inside, waiting for Martial’s leaving party to end. The pub was full of people, and once more, the girls found themselves sitting in the corner by themselves, pretty much ignored by the everyone else.
Martial at a table in the centre of the pub. His table was laden with food and drink. Mila was by his arm, as was Patricia, a brunette with long legs that she had on display, wearing the shortest skirt imaginable. Mayor Stout was at the table, as were George, Kalin and Andrew. They laughed loudly as Martial told terrible jokes.
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