The experience points floated up of her body as she fell face-first. With my heart still beating fast, I turned to the other guys. They seemed to be hanging on alright.

  “What are you waiting for?” Zev roared. He was shoving his protected forearm on the mouth of a wolf to keep his neck safe. “Go! Kill Melea!”

  I turned, looking around in a frenzy. The large square had the obelisk, hell-too-many wolves and one building. For its high, intricate columns, I could bet it was some kind of temple, or town hall, or palace. But that definitely was the place.

  My mind was reeling as I lurched forward, flew up the steps in the entrance and dove in the darkness of the main hall.

  5

  The long hall was dark and silent. I carefully threaded down the place, giving myself some time to regain stamina and let the countdown of my specials run for a while. I blinked, trying to adjust my vision to the long darkness.

  Behind me, the entrance shrank. The sounds of battle were completely muffled. Ahead, a small light indicated the way. I wanted to hasten my steps, make it quicker even if I needed to regain stamina, and even if it would be wise to let my special load once more.

  The place had a rotten smell of death and decay.

  The putrid air seemed to be stalled on that large space for years now. I stepped on something, and I feared what it might have been.

  So I didn’t check. I kept on moving forward, being careful not to trip and fall. Every pebble I kicked sounded like a landslide. Nice acoustic for such a gloomy place.

  My special was almost ready once more when I reached - as in, toppled over - a set of steps just before my destination. I straightened, gripping my sword hard. Selecting the defense boost potion Zev had given me and crossed the threshold into the light.

  * * *

  As if out of a movie scene, I entered the large room to find the boss lounging back on a pile of pillows, filing her nails. Melea was a short half-wolf, half-hot-girl. Her golden skin glowed under the light of many torches. I let my eyes roll over her round curves, meeting her gaze.

  Her face held only apathy. She dropped the file beside her on the pillows as she analyzed me.

  “Hm. One of the rebels escaped my general? Sneaky one…” Her voice was honey and she let her elbows rest behind her. This way, I had full view of her delicious tits, her tiny waist and round hips, a perfect hourglass, golden figure. Her dark hair tied up in a ponytail that dropped down her shoulder, her wolfish ears twitched, attentive. “But a human? That’s new. I never guessed those mutts hiding in the forest had any money to hire mercenaries…”

  “I am no mercenary, and I didn’t escape your general.” I lifted my sword. “I killed her. And I am here to put you down and restore this city back to its original owners.” My voice reverberated in the stone walls, and I was powerful.

  There was no time to waste. Though the defense potion gave me some five minutes of a defensive boost, this prattling would get me nowhere.

  She sat up, scowling. “You’re full of yourself, human. I don’t usually get my hands dirty, but it seems you must learn your own place.” She rose and though she was small, a threatening aura filling the room. Darting my gaze around the place, I found a table and chairs, and leftovers, but no weapons.

  No weapons? What was she going to use? Her sharp nails?

  I barely completed the thought when she lunged at me, a balled fist coming straight to my face. I ducked out of instinct and stumbled to one side. Fuck, she was fast! I almost lost my perfect score!

  She stood in a fighting stance, squinting with a smirk. “Underestimating me, human?” She barked, “Do you forget who took this city?”

  Her eyes glistened. I clenched my jaw, flexing my knees to prepare for the next attack. More than ever, I had to pay attention not to get hit.

  The potion’s effect wore off after its time and I hadn’t laid a single hit. Bright side? She hadn’t hit me either. She frowned in frustration, but even if the battle was long and slow, I could handle. Since I just ducked for this whole time, my stamina was alright, and I learned her pattern.

  Every three right-hooks, she used a left and an uppercut with her right hand. I was going to wait for the next uppercut and stab her right in the ribs.

  It wasn’t dirty. It was strategy.

  So I did. I slashed and stabbed every time she rose her arm to try an uppercut. I dodged and lay a hit. It took me forever to really hurt her, but I was glad she seemed to be shallow and didn’t change her strategy. I was starting to get tired with the whole dodge-attack thing. Besides, some of her punch I didn’t exactly dodge. I put the sword in front of me and had to hold off the impact of her impressively strong arms against my blade.

  But I wasn’t letting this drop. It could take me the whole night but I was making that guard’s death worth it.

  So I pushed on and on until I knew I dropped her from a critical point.

  I knew it because she changed her pattern from boxing-enthusiast to batshit-crazy.

  She started using her legs.

  “You,” she blared, kicking my blade with abandon. I held tight; I was so close! I couldn’t be hit now! “You are nothing! And you think you can take on the Necromancer?” She made to kick me in the chest and I dodged.

  I couldn’t answer. I was out of breath. She connected another series of quick kicks against my blade, and I planted my feet on the ground, taking each one of them as I watched, as I hoped for an opening. But her enraged version was so freaking strong, I would need a gift from the heavens to manage it…

  Oh fuck. Oh fuck!

  I gathered all my strength, pushing her out and away from my blade with a harsh movement. She stepped back for a moment, but soon enough she was ready to attack me once more, a frown over her features. I had just one second to swipe open the menu and activate Holy Strike.

  A gift from the heavens alright.

  It burst through the ceiling as a bolt of lightning and hit her on the head. She screamed her lungs out as I stepped back, covering my eyes from the blinding light as I still held my sword up. If all went wrong, that would at least chip off some health from her and give me some space to attack…

  Defeat Melea blinked and disappeared, completed. The pillar of white light disappeared too, leaving her in a heap on the floor. Gasping for air, I checked my health bar - full - and mentally celebrated.

  After such an enraged demonstration, I wondered what kind of person would she be now that she was defeated. Rude but caring? With some luck, I’d manage some punishments as with Faye…

  The sound of my blade being sheathed seemed to awake her. She rose her head a little from the floor, her huge amber eyes blinking up at me, her expression soft. “Master?…” She mouthed, and from exhausted my body went full horny mode in a single word.

  “Come here, pet,” I called, motioning for her to approach. I was about to tell her to do so on her knees, but she didn’t even attempt to rise. She crawled, swaying round hips as she watched me with what had to be reverence.

  “Master,” she whimpered as she stopped by my feet. I cupped her chin with a hand, raising her face to the height of my crotch. She let me, pausing her small hands over her knees. “Please, forgive me. I’ve been naughty.”

  “You have,” I sighed, undoing the belt of my sword and letting it drop with a clang to the floor. “We’ll have to think of a way to correct all that.”

  She widened her eyes, “Of course, Master! Anything! Please!”

  I unbuttoned my pants, “Anything?” She nodded, still gazing up at me. “Then suck master off.”

  The half-wolf Elder was still on the back of my mind, and I couldn’t wait to feel Melea’s small hands on me. She obeyed my orders, pulling my pants down to my ankles, followed by my boxers, my hard cock springing off.

  Closing her fingers around the base and the shaft of my member, she opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out to taste me. She licked the drop of pre-cum from the tip of my cock, closing her lips around the head and sucking in for a moment.

  “You taste so good, Master,” she groaned, heavy-lidded eyes as she opened her mouth wider, pressing her lips against my cock. Her mouth was too small though, and she couldn’t take much further than the head on.

  The effort she put on the job was quite endearing even so. She licked my shaft up and down so her hands would glide easier, then closed her lips around the head once more, fluttering her eyes shut as she licked with everything she got. I paused a hand over her head, between her ears and massaged there, as if she was indeed a pet. As I approached an orgasm, I closed my fingers around her ponytail, using her head as leverage to pump against her. She unlocked her jaw and relaxed her throat further as she held her breath, taking me a bit deeper inside her wet mouth, her lips protecting my member from her pointy fangs.

  I pulled her through the ponytail, her mouth leaving me with a pop. She eyed me with confusion.

  “Master wants to cum all over your face,” I groaned, feeling the first tingles of an orgasm. She smiled, sticking her tongue out to swirl it around the head as both her hands pumped my organ. I massaged her head again, letting my body float off the edge. I came, forcing my eyes shut as I exploded in her waiting mouth, shot after shot marking her face, dripping down her chin to her chest. She closed her lips around the head, sucking on me and licking the slit for a moment, until she noticed I was done. She put herself to clean up everything her tongue reached.

  “Master,” she pleaded, still holding my cock. “Please, let me train harder to please you better. I promise I’ll be able to take your whole cock inside my mouth!”

  I blinked at her lazily, then smiled. “Good. Master appreciates that… But first,” her ears twitched at the mention of some other activity. “Take your clothes off.”

  She immediately stood and started to undress. She let her top fall, showing me a pair of amazing, perky boobs, two diamond-hard rosy points staring up at me. She leaned, untying and letting her skirt fall too, some auburn fur hemming her swollen lower lips.

  I pinched one of her nipples between my fingers, savoring her yelp. For such a straightforward, almost bitter, conqueror of cities and leader of monsters, she surely was a kitten. I stepped back, enjoying the view of her body as I unlatched my armor. Stepping out of my pants, I pulled my shirt off. I searched for a chair and sat down, distancing my knees so she could have full view of my cock.

  “Come closer, pet,” I called and she approached in shy steps. “Master wants you to touch yourself.”

  She seemed so freaking unexperienced the idea of her making herself cum was the most appalling thing in my mind. She bit her lower lip, slipping a hand between her folds. She groaned lowly, biting her lips together.

  “Ah-ah,” I called, waving my forefinger in a negative motion. “Open that mouth. I want to hear you.”

  She gulped but obeyed, soft sounds coming out of her throat as she massaged her clit for a moment. I glided my hand in a fist up and down my shaft, slowly, as I watched her hand hovering over clit. The other hand soon pulled her lips up and apart, giving me glimpses of a glistening pink knot.

  The volume of her moans turned up as her face reddened in desperate lust. As her moves became faster and her moans unstoppable, I stretched a hand, gripping her wrist. She gasped, staring at me.

  “Turn around,” I commanded, my voice hoarse as my dick twitched, needy. She cocked an eyebrow, turning around, still massaging her clit. I rose, hovering behind her as I paused a hand on her back and pushed her. “Lean forward.”

  She obeyed, letting her chest fall until it was parallel to the floor.

  “Keep touching yourself,” I ordered, throwing her tail to the side and positioning my dick against the entrance of her pussy. She massaged herself once more as I pushed into her, forcing the head against her tight folds until I passed, and on I went, spearing her. She moaned louder, massaging her knot.

  I grasped her round hips and pumped with abandon. She gasped, arching her back as she distanced her knees to find leverage. I pumped, watching my cock glide easily in and out of her soaked pussy, her round bottom bouncing with each thrust. Pulling a hand back, I let it fall heavily in a slap against her bottom, her moans turning into a whimper.

  Her muscles tightened around me. I slapped her once more before I drove my hand up her back to grasp her ponytail and fuck her harder. I leaned closer to her, ordering “Cum on master, will you?”

  Obeying as the good servant she was, she exploded around my dick, a high pitched half-scream, half-moan paralyzing her completely as her juices overflew down my cock. The muscles of her inner walls milked me desperately and it didn’t take me long to reach my own climax, exploding inside of her, painting her inner walls with my load. I pumped as her walls clutched against me until I was exhausted, breathing hard. I let my cock slip out from within her, a mixture of my load and her juices trickling down her thighs.

  “Master…” She moaned, “You still have much to teach me, no?”

  I half-smiled, thanking the stamina in this game as my mind whirled with possibilities.

  6

  I blinked the haziness of sleep away from my eyes, staring at the stone ceiling as I stretched my legs under a thin sheet of linen. I looked around myself, noticing the very same items around the room as every other inn I have awaken in. I was naked once more, my clothes by a chair beside me.

  Sitting up, I noticed it was not silence that greeted me, but a heated exchange of words just outside the door. I looked sidelong at my sword, laying over my folded clothes, but even if the voices did sound heated, it didn’t look like it would escalate to violence. At least I hoped so. Because I could definitely recognize both voices, and one of them I could barely believe I was hearing.

  As I decided to dress up and go check what was going on, the door burst open.

  “I’ve already told you to let Master sleep!” Melea growled, baring her fangs.

  “And I already told you I don’t give a shit about what you think!” Brianna spat back, her eyes meeting mine and a beautiful smile brightening her face. “Aaron! You’re awake!”

  “How couldn’t he be with all that yelling of yours?” Melea stopped with her hands on her hips, glowering up to Brianna. I bit back a laughter - she was clearly the one speaking louder.

  Brianna rolled her eyes but her smile didn’t faze as she stepped up to me and dropped her weight on the bed. “Aaron, you forgot to put a leash on your pet.”

  “Master,” Melea whimpered, crossing her arms. “Who is this annoying bitch?” She pouted. I tried a glance to Brianna but she just shrugged.

  “You’re the one with a tail and dog ears. I’m clearly not the bitch in this room.”

  I bit back a laughter again but Melea didn’t seem to mind me. She glared intently at Brianna. I waved at her, “Melea, this is Brianna, my…” I gulped. What was she to me? I remembered a long argument with my ex because I introduced her as a girlfriend when she didn’t think she was ready to date someone, then another argument because I introduced her as a friend and she thought we were already dating… Mentally, I shrugged. This game wasn’t a place for real-life insecurities and it was about time I learned that. “My ally. As you are.” Melea scrunched her nose, but Brianna seemed to have no reaction with the introduction. That’s when I noticed one thing was off. “Melea… Not to offend. But… weren’t you supposed to be arrested?”

  The Lycan’s face melted back to innocence. “Oh, Master. There are guards all around the inn. They were waiting for you to wake up and decide what to do with me.”

  “What to do…?”

  “Well, I can go as your companion.” She crossed her fingers in front of her, her breasts jutting up. “I’m a good fighter, you saw that. And I have a superior sense of smell than humans do. Let me come with you, Master! I have much to learn!” With that, her cheeks acquired a shade of pink.

  There was no way I could say no to getting my cock sucked every day.

  “Sure. You can come with me.”

  She squealed, jumping up and clapping. Brianna rolled her eyes, saying “Would you mind leaving us now?”

  “Please,” I completed, knowing Melea would never obey if it wasn’t me giving the orders. She turned, muttering as she left and shut the door behind her. I turned my attention to Brianna, surprised with how much I’ve missed her. She sat up closer, her bright smile making my heart beat faster.

  “I can’t believe you’re here,” I started, smiling back.

  She put a lock of red hair behind an ear, surprisingly coy. “Yeah… A couple of days after you left, the city seemed pretty much running smoothly and boring as ever. So I thought about coming after you and… joining your crusade.” She gave me a tentative smile. “But I guess you already have a companion…”

 

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