Hunt for the Necromancer- The Complete Series, page 10
part #1 of Hunt for the Necromancer Series
“Thank you,” she groaned, standing up. I let my eyes roam over her incredible body, and I was sure I could make out the tiny bumps of her hard nipples against the leaves of her cloth. “We shall go as soon as you’re rested.”
My lips stretched in a smile. One had to wonder if Aerin had really been tired, or if she had second intentions all along. Whatever the case, I was glad to watch her clean the last drops of cum from her chin before we left.
4
Luckily, even with our “resting stop”, my experience up still hang on for fifteen more minutes. Reminding myself this was a video game, I killed some more elvish guards without feeling guilty and saw my level go up some more. The road had lanterns up every couple of feet, everything so clear to see it was hard to believe in the darkness I was lost in a couple of hours before.
After killing a small group of guards that made me break a sweat, I smiled at the notification that appeared on the corner of my vision.
You leveled up. 22 > 23
I was definitely stronger than before. I could keep up a fight, that was for sure, and my stamina was getting better - now, I even believed I’d be able to run from Glennhaven, the city where I started the game, to its castle without even losing my breath. It was such a satisfaction to see myself getting better at something when, in real life, we’re usually stuck, be it for fear or plain laziness.
We could already see the walls that surrounded the city of Averly and, once more, I couldn’t wait to take its leader down, to put these people at rest. My heroic side hoped that would make elves stop killing one another - it seemed rather unnatural. I looked sideways to Aerin, who bit her lips together as she stared at the walls. A crease between her brows betrayed her worry.
“You alright? We’re almost there,” I tried to smile, but her face was suddenly so taken up by grieve that I let it drop.
She cocked her head, lifting a side of her mouth. “Yeah. It’s just that… I don’t know. I don’t think I’m ready to face her. To face whatever she did to the city I was born in.” She rose her elegant hands, long fingers touching my biceps, feeling it. “But you’re ready. It can be a bit hard, but you can take her on.”
Thinking of my first experience with a boss, she was probably telling me I would survive a battle and be able to move on. But that was not the point of this game - if I defeated her like this, she would probably just pack up and leave, then try to take the city once more some years later. The Queen would be back with a vengeance, and would probably put Aerin and her subordinates under punishment for helping me taking her out.
No. I had to defeat her without taking damage. And for that, I needed some more levels.
“I’m thinking about leveling up some more. Just to be sure,” breathing in, I used my courage to hold her by the waist with both my hands. She let me, her heat warming me up as she lifted her chin, bright eyes studying me. “I appreciate everything you’ve done. It’s okay if you don’t feel comfortable to stay. You can go back.”
She paused her hands on my elbows, gluing her body against mine, her round boobs pressing against my chest and spilling over her cleavage. “You’re awesome, you know that?” She smiled, and it was the definition of beauty.
I shook my head, “I’m just doing the right thing. I wouldn’t force you on anything.”
She held me tighter against her. “Thank you. I owe you that.” Her smile turned naughty on the blink of an eye as she pressed her hips against mine. My dick responded eagerly, swelling up as if it hadn’t seen action for years. She stood on the tips of her toes, brushing her mouth with mine. “I’m owning you too much already. I can’t seem to ever be able to pay you.”
I tasted mint on my tongue. My mouth watered just imagining how it was to devour her. “As I told you before, you don’t need to pay me anything.” Before I could stop myself out of fear of rejection, I breathed out, “But I’m glad with anything you want to give me.”
She smiled at this, resting her feet back of the forest floor and stepping away from me. She watched me for a moment before her expression melted back to captain-serious. “If you want to level up some more, count me in. I won’t let you hunt by yourself.”
Hunt. Such a heavy word for killing your peers. But I accepted, of course, and we set out and around the wall, killing any guards we could reach. Luckily, Aerin knew where the guards up in the trees could be found and she shot those down so I could fight them one-on-one.
* * *
As soon as I saw the level up notification about reaching level 25, we were reaching the entrance of the city wall through a side path and I could once more see the road that passed in front of it. Turning to Aerin, she was once more staring at the entrance gate with a frown.
“Aerin,” I called, softly. “Thank you. I think I can take it from here on.”
It was true. Since I reached level 23, really, I found it rather easy to kill the elves I engaged in battle. Her aid was essential for getting the ones up in trees - I figured that, without her, I’d probably have to duck their attacks until they ran out of arrows. But with her, I didn’t need that - she would just shoot them down and I’d be able to kill them with a couple of well-aimed slashes.
Aerin nodded once, taking a step back towards the woods. “Alright. I’ll be around if you need some backup to run away.” She took another step back, and her eyes turned soft as she pulled her lips in a discontent expression. “I’m sorry if I’m too coward for this.”
I shook my head, “Don’t worry about it. You have your reasons and I don’t mind them.”
Her mouth hanged open for a moment as if she was surprised with my words. After a moment, she snapped her jaw shut, smiling as she turned away.
I turned too, facing the entrance gate. It had dark, shiny metal bars but it was wide open as if they were too sure they’d take on whoever tried to sneak in. Surely, with that many guards around the city and knowing the rebels were so little, I wouldn’t worry too.
Stepping closer, I touched a hand to the high wall as I tried to peek inside the city without being obvious. A couple of guards were standing just within the gate, but they were distracted speaking to one another. They spoke the way I’ve heard Eleria and Aerin talking among themselves - whispery words that could be mistaken for bird chirps among the leaves. The sound of laughter was easy as ones who didn’t believe they’d ever be attacked. I looked carefully for other guards, afraid some other could ring some kind of alarm, but there weren’t any. Anyways, better safe than sorry.
Clutching a log, I threw it with some strength to the other side of the entrance and glued my back to the wall. Unsheathing my sword, I waited and, for sure, the guards stopped talking and, after a moment of consideration, stepped out of the gate, looking for whatever made the sound.
I took my chance, lunging at them with sword in hand but without making a sound. The first one fell with a single slit to his throat. The second required two slashes across the chest but dropped to his knees without much of a fight. I left them there and crossed the gate, once more gluing myself to the wall as I crossed the city.
My current objective of reaching the city blinked up and disappeared. Another set of words took form in its place.
Defeat Faye.
I filled my lungs, clutching my swords. I wasn’t sure how many guards there would be, if they were stronger or not, if they’d attack me in an army formation or not, so I preferred to be stealthy, even though the stealth part of games were usually the ones I wanted to just push through on a killing spree. They were the ones I’d usually groan and say “Let me kill them, I know I can kill them all!” but the game would just manipulate you towards obeying whatever they expected of you.
The wall, stone built and different from the rest of the buildings within the city, was my guide until I reached a pond and was forced to leave my stealth to one of the larger parts of the city. Up until this moment, I remained on the back of buildings and could only hear whispers, but saw no one. Now, as I quietly approached a larger street through a side alley, I could already hear muffled sounds and what definitely sounded like a whip. I mean, I’ve been threatened by one on the hands of an incredibly hot demoness, I knew how it sounded like.
I peeked from the side of a wooden house, more like a fancy shack, sets of lanterns allowing me to see the street clearly. On the entrance of a house some feet down the street, there was a royal guard and surely, he was whipping someone. A girl, not older than ten years old.
My heart wrenched. I didn’t have the time to plan. For the first time in my life, I just sprang into action. That was too abominable for me to watch, even for a second, even for the moments it would take me to develop a plan.
Jumping at the unaware guard, I unsheathed my sword, clenching my teeth. I couldn’t yell the insults I wanted to if I was to remain somewhat stealthy. The guard snapped up at me, widening his eyes as he tried to drop the whip and go for his short sword.
But it was no use - he took too long and I got him too much by surprise. He dropped dead a couple of slashes later. The girl - who I could see was too slim for her age - was on her feet a moment later, heaving as she held her excuse of clothes against her frail body. She had elegant features as every other elf, though her cheeks were somewhat hollow and stained by dirt. Her green hair would be bright if it wasn’t that oily and she wasn’t wearing the leaf-cloth I’ve seen every other elf wearing, but a fucking sack. A fucking literal sack. Huge eyes darted from me to the dead guard.
“Are you with the rebels?” She whispered.
“Yeah, are you alright?” I answered without thinking much about it. I sheathed back the sword, my eyes going from her dirty fingers to the scars and bruises up her arms. She nodded, her eyes still wide.
“Thank you, sir. Thank you so much.” She frowned, letting her gaze drop. “This guard has been on my tail for months now.” She shivered as her voice dropped to an even lower murmur. “I’m glad you’ve arrived in time. I don’t know how to repay you.”
Seemed like paying favors back was a common thing in their culture. Kneeling in front of her, I tried to give her a smile that told her it was all going to be right. “I know. Do you have any idea how can I reach the Queen without being seen?”
Sniffing, she snapped her eyes back up at me, “Are you going to take her down?”
“I am.”
Her parched lips stretched. “I want to help. My dad was a rebel. The Queen killed him in the first days.”
I swallowed. What kind of monstrosity was going on in this city? “I’m sorry about that. You’re going to help me loads if you give me a direction.”
“I’ll do better. I’ll take you there.”
* * *
She guided me through alleyways and under bridges and down tiny spaces between houses. We had to stop and listen, wait for a guard to pass and here and there I had to take one from behind and slid his throat. She didn’t mind seeing the violence and I could only imagine what else did the kid had to live through.
We ran across streets filled with others dressed like her - some chained, some even leashed. The Queen was a slave owner, alright. The little girl guided me down dark, empty paths for some twenty minutes until we reached the back of a tall, red wall. Its paint was bright and new, unlike the decay apparent in the rest of the city. The girl stopped by an entrance on the side of the building.
“This is the back of the castle,” she whispered. “It’s an emergency exit. My dad said it was used in case of attacks to the royal family… Nobody expected the Queen would kill the King herself.” She had a heavy gaze when she looked up at me. “Dad told me it leads to the Royal Bedroom’s living quarters. But be careful! Her general will definitely be there!”
I smiled at her. “Thank you. That was super helpful.”
She smiled back, stepping away to the shadows. “I thank you. I hope you take her down for good.”
I nodded, entering the dim corridor clutching the hilt of my sword.
That path seemed somewhat abandoned, though, as if no one checked there for a long while. It followed down for some time and I had to walk with a hand against the wall, hoping there were no forks in the path. But for sure, after what seemed like forever, I reached a door, light spilling from under it.
Gluing my ear to the wood, I tried to listen for moves but heard nothing. I silently cursed elves and their ways of speaking in whispers. Spreading my hands over the rugged surface, I pushed.
The door opened slowly and just an inch. I pushed harder, slipping my fingers in the space that opened. I heaved for a moment, approaching my face from the surface to try and look inside the room. It was well lit, yellow walls making it seem even brighter. I could see a dark velvet divan and fancy rugs, and that’s it. There was nothing else.
But as I calmed my breathing, my ears caught a sound. There was something. A very soft breathing, almost like…
Almost like someone moaning.
I frowned, pushing the door a bit further so I could have enough space to squeeze through the space. Closing my fingers around it, I felt the softness of a rug - probably hang over it to disguise the fact that it was an emergency exit. Sticking my head through the space after being sure I’d be able to jump into the room if it was needed, I surveyed it with a risen brow.
The room had another set of divans and tapestries and golden tables. There were vases and silk towels, and fruits and tall porcelain jars. To my left, a simpler door though weaved in gold, possibly took to the rest of the palace. To my right, fancy double golden doors, I could bet took right to the Queen’s lair. This was the place the young girl mentioned, some kind of waiting room? I bet I was about to find and fight the mini-boss…
I snapped my eyes to one of the couches, quickly realizing there was an elf laying over it. With my heartbeat picking up, I took her in. Propped up on her elbows, her fair skin glinting with the light coming from the lanterns, she was the source of the sound I heard. Her head resting against her shoulder, she moaned softly, her hair spilling down the velvety couch, a silk amber robe over her shoulders opened down her chest. Soft boobs heaved with her breathing, pointy rosy nipples, as rosy as her half-opened lips as her eyes rolled in her head. Her long legs were stretched open, another elf knelt by her, eating her up.
This elf was clad in a sack just like the young girl who helped me, greasy green waves bouncing with the movement of her head. I clenched my jaw but couldn’t help the hardening of my cock. I slipped out from the corridor to the room, the door creaking for the first time.
I tensed, widening my eyes. The elf being eaten opened heavy lids for a moment, seeing me. A heart-wrenching moment passed while we stared at one another.
For a second, I wondered with which sword I’d spear her.
She gasped, jumping up and away from the divan. “Who the hell are you?” She roared, the slave turning her head to me. Her face was streaked by tears and she had an ugly bruise over a cheek. That ignited a rage in me I couldn’t place, and I unsheathed my sword, stepping up.
“I’m Aaron. I’m here to put your damned Queen down.” I roared, my grave voice surprising even myself. The slave widened her eyes as she crawled away.
The other elf stretched a wicked grin, approaching a long, refined sword over a mantelpiece. She didn’t mind closing the robe over her body, and her pussy lips stared at me, swollen and dripping arousal down her thighs. She laughed. “Very well, Aaron. But to try so, you first must defeat me, and I promise you, I won’t forgive you for interrupting my orgasm.”
My cock twitched again. It just didn’t know when to stop.
I clutched the sword, raising it above my head and lunging at her. She met it head-on, holding hers as she clenched her jaw. She swung to try and hit me, but I dodged to a side, repeating my downward motion. It hit her on the shoulder this time. She jumped away, frowning for a moment, then baring her teeth as she jumped up.
She was a good swordswoman, that was obvious. Her moves were fluid but hard, and she knew exactly how to parry my attacks - but she wasn’t level 25. Though she blocked the majority of my strikes, she couldn’t hit me back. I was too fast and way stronger - with every slash, she became slower and angrier. It was definitely a beautiful fight - she was elegant, her tits bouncing with her moves, her robe swishing up when she twirled and gifting me with amazing views of her ass and pussy, but she didn’t manage to hit me once. After some time dancing, I slashed her across the neck. She fell backward, her tits bouncing like crazy with the sudden movement.
I breathed in for a moment, the experience accumulating and almost level me up once more. I was stepping up to the main, gilded door, stretching my arm when I remembered the slave. Turning my head to her, I still saw wide eyes, but now her jaw hang. The mini-boss arousal still glistened in her chin as she blinked up at me.
