Hunt for the Necromancer- The Complete Series, page 25
part #1 of Hunt for the Necromancer Series
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We had been walking for ten minutes when Melea, easily bored, sighed out loud. I said nothing, sliding her a sidelong glance to watch what she would do.
She stretched her arms up, then brought them back down to rest her hands over her cleavage. The Lycan pressed her boobs together, looking down at them. With her fingers, she began to massage the orbs.
I held back a laugh, still watching surreptitiously. She massaged herself for some time, then pressed her fingers around her nipples, pinching them slightly. I heard the low groan forming in her throat.
“Your breasts look soft,” Faye called, from Melea’s other side. Her eyes admired the Lycan’s tits with curiosity.
“They are,” Melea answered, still palming herself.
“I have met some Lycans, but none had a body as luscious as yours,” the former queen went on.
“That is true,” Nyx called from my other side, a gaze somewhat heated as she watched Melea too. “We’ve had some Lycans visiting the Temple. I don’t think none of the ladies were like you. Do you remember, Lux?”
“I do. Maybe the hot ones were taken to the capital.”
Melea kept on massaging her tits, not caring for the subject being discussed. Silence stretched for a few steps.
“May I touch them?” Faye tried, smiling up at me. Melea also eyed me, the two waiting for my permission to do anything.
I eyed the road - plains upon plains, no curves, no obstacles for miles.
An idea formed in my mind.
Taking a step forward and twirling around so I could face them all while I walked, I smiled to Faye. “Of course. Go ahead.”
The elf stretched a hand, encapsulating one of Melea’s tits between her long fingers. She kneaded, prodded, massaged. Melea’s eyes half-shut, her other hand became limb as a groan escaped her lips.
“They are very soft,” Faye smiled to the goddesses. The two neared Melea, stretching their hands.
“They are,” Nyx laughed, holding a full breast on her palm as Lux pinched the nipple over Melea’s clothes. “They’re amazing.”
“Th-thank you,” Melea moaned.
“You look like you’re liking it, Melea,” I smiled, feeling the bulge in my pants.
“I’m-- not very much, Master.”
“Oh, no? Then maybe… Maybe Faye could undo your top. It’ll probably help.”
Faye did as I told her. Her hands undid Melea’s top in a second, her breasts bouncing freely. The Lycan gasped, her face warming up. Her dark nipples were as rock hard as my cock. Faye’s hand cupped one of her tits, her thumb rubbing the bud. The goddesses took turns palming the other breast. Nyx, still cupping the exposed chest, took one of her own in her hand.
“It is quite heavier than mine.” She mouthed, attentively comparing the two. She turned to her sister, who had stopped pinching Melea. “What do you think, Lux?”
Carefully changing her feet so she could keep up her pace, Lux brought her free hand to cup her sister’s breast. She balanced the two for a moment. “I don’t know, Nyx. They are very similar to me.”
Nyx scrunched her nose up. “They are not. What do you think, Master?”
Oh, man. I wasn’t letting that opportunity pass me by.
“Maybe she’s not feeling any difference because Melea’s breasts are free and yours are not.”
Nyx’s mouth dropped in realization. She slipped her dress’ strap down her shoulder, exposing her own porcelain-white tit. Her skin shivered in contact with the air and her nipple hardened.
Lux brought her hand up once more, taking the other goddess’ tit.
But there was something about these two. Their pupils blazed up when in such contact. Even if she was just meant to weight the boob, Lux pressed her digits against it, kneading slightly. One of her thumbs brushed over the nipple next.
“I don’t know, Nyx,” her voice was hoarse. “I still think it’s quite hard to tell.”
“Let me see,” Faye prompted, stretched her hand to take Nyx’s boob. She massaged it, clearly not all that interested in helping anyone but herself. She licked the corner of her lips. “Oh, yes…” She hissed.
“Yes, what?” Nyx frowned, her face flushing under Faye’s heated gaze.
The elf opened her mouth to answer when Melea halted. We all looked at her face, but she blushed no longer and her mouth was not half-opened in pleasure. Her ears twitched as she squinted.
“Wolves?” I asked, turning and pulling my sword free. Though I was having tremendous fun watching my girls judging each other’s tits, we were still very much exposed. Every step we took was closer and closer to the Necromancer’s base.
“Yes!” Melea quickly tied her top back and the others turned to squint at the road. There was nothing on the horizon yet. “A small group, Master!”
“Good,” I grinned, opening my menu and taking one of my experience potions. “Let’s finish these fuckers.”
Faye pulled her swords free. We strode up the road, reading ourselves for the upcoming attack.
“Master,” Melea called, not taking her eyes off the horizon, where I could first glimpse small silhouettes. “You still have an ally to summon, no?”
“I do.” I opened my menu again. The button to summon Astra was activated. Though I didn’t think it was quite necessary yet, I clicked yet. I didn’t feel like needing her in the middle of a battle and being unable to get her help.
Nothing happened for a while as we strode toward the enemies. Even though I sort of expected her to show up out of nowhere - it was written “summon”, after all - I remembered what the guard back in Glennhaven mentioned. That she could just fly right up to me when I needed her. So I pressed on, grinning at the wolves when they were close enough.
I ordered my girls to leave the majority of the job for me - I needed that experience. I needed to level up. All I required of them was to watch my back and make sure none of the wolves would try and jump on me when I wasn’t looking.
Though Melea and Faye stepped up when one of the wolves jumped, it was either Nyx or Lux that took them out first. Their long-distance attacks were especially useful at this moment. They activated their light or shadowy arches once the beasts took impulse. The attack landed before Melea or Faye could react.
As the first group died out, another one appeared on the horizon. We took a few steps before we met them head-on.
This group was larger - their numbers doubled, and these wolves were clearly better fed than both the ones we just fought and the ones back in Firesse. I was impressed with whatever the Necromancer had been feeding them.
Then I remembered the bones I crunched in the room prior to Melea’s, in Firesse… I shivered, thinking about whatever use the Necromancer found for disobeying slaves…
Amid the group of wolves, one of them was bigger than the rest. Black fur spiked up between its shoulder-blades, a huge mouth gaping at me. Even if my stomach churned, fearing its jaw closing around my neck, I also couldn’t stop myself but wonder the experience I would gain killing that.
A wind gusted around us, out of nowhere. The warm breeze became stronger and stronger to the point we stopped and looked around us.
What the hell.
Small cyclones brought the sand and dust of the road up, blinding us, blinding the wolves. Though they also halted, it wasn’t for long. The boss stood up to jump at me.
A form dropped from the sky above the wolf, straddling it. All other wolves stopped to stare.
Astra’s black wings fluttered shut on her back as she pulled her whip out and stretched it between her hands. In a quick movement, she twisted the whip around the boss’ throat and pulled tight.
I grinned as the wind died out. One of the small wolves turned to bite at my ally while she chocked their leader. I stepped up, slashing this one and turning to kill the other ones.
The boss still struggled as I finished the group off.
“Let it go, Astra!” I ordered, lunging at the beast. She obeyed immediately, jumping up and back, landing some feet behind it.
A couple of slashes later and the half-dead wolf dropped, releasing its last breath. Smokey-purple numbers drifted up out of the corpse, indicating the experience points I did. Not as many as I hoped.
“Welcome,” I smiled at Astra as she walked closer, a hand bringing her braid to rest between her delicious breasts. “I needed to kill that boss.”
She brought a hand to cover her mouth. “Oops. I’m sorry, Master. It’s just that… I noticed it was the bigger and I wanted to protect you.”
“I understand. But it quite hindered my situation about leveling up.”
She crossed her hands in front of her crotch, looking downward. “I’m sorry, Master. Please, punish me as you see fit.”
Smiling, I reached for her chin, tilting her face up. “I will. You can count on that.”
She smiled back, a glint in her eye telling me she was expecting the punishment.
I instructed her as I did with my other girls - they were supposed to have my back as I fought as many beasts as I could. I needed the levels so I could take on the Necromancer easily.
After some miles of plains and leaving behind a pile of wolf corpses, I descried the walls of a fortress. White, it glimmered under the sun. On the road, some trees soon appeared, shading us as we looked for more enemies to fight. Even with the presence of these trees, the place was eerily silent. Not even Melea seemed heartened enough to argue with the others.
The ruffle of leaves behind me caught my attention. I turned in time to see a shadow dropping from the treetops.
My girls turned with the sound of landing. Melea roared immediately.
Brianna stood up slowly from where she knelt. Her eyes found mine as she rose her hands, palms forward.
“I’m not here to fight.” She licked her lips, breathing in deeply. “I’m here to help.”
5
Melea squatted and lunged at Brianna before I could tell her what to do. The human did not react though she flinched when the Lycan tackled her like a quarterback, the two dropping to the ground with a thud. Melea pushed Brianna’s pretty face against the grass, turning her chest down and sitting over her arms. She brought her face close to the human’s, roaring in threat.
“You forgot the leash again, Aaron,” Brianna laughed, out of breath.
My heart thumped against my ribs. Should I tell Melea to release her? No? There were a good number of things I wanted to tell Brianna, but what for? And what the fuck was she doing here?
“Who’s that?” Faye whispered. Oh, that’s right. Brianna had zero participation in my fight with her. While I ground levels killing elvish guards, she was probably, what? Sucking the Necromancer’s tits?
“Oh, it’s the human girl I sucked in Glennhaven,” Astra squealed, laughing. “Hello! We can repeat that if Master wants to!”
The goddesses hushed her. Melea still pressed her hard against the ground.
“What do you want?” My voice was cold anger, a perfect reflection of the feelings boiled down inside of me. I could kill her, for sure. Now that I was ready, had some more levels and potions, and wouldn’t be taken by surprise… I knew we could beat her.
I watched her head shaking. “Nothing much. There’s just something I wanted to give you.”
“What?” I frowned deeply, my nose scrunching up. “Why?”
There was a stretch of silence. Her voice was almost a murmur as she answered.
“Because you were always nice to me and I fucked up. I just want to give you something.”
Crossing my arms, I cleared my throat. “Let her stand, Melea.”
Melea stepped down from her back but still held her arms as she forced Brianna up on her knees. She turned the human to face me, holding her hair tightly so her face tilted up.
I didn’t order Melea to be this rough, but I didn’t mind.
Around her hips, the bright glint of something golden caught my attention. My eyes were drawn that way. A pair of gauntlets, clearly made of gold and intricately decorated, hang there.
Brianna nodded slowly. “Exactly. I’ve brought these to you.”
“Could these be…?” Lux breathed, covering her mouth with her hand.
“What, Lux?”
“The Royal Gauntlets.” Nyx gasped, her brows shooting up. “We’ve blessed them many years ago. They’re very powerful. I thought they had disappeared with the king’s fall.”
Brianna shook her head with small movements, just what Melea let her. “It was in the Necromancer’s things. She keeps all sort of trophies from the leaders she brings down.”
“Then how did you get your dirty hands on them?” Melea barked, yanking her head back. “Are you going to tell me you’ve stolen them? Under the Necromancer’s nose to bring them to someone you’ve already betrayed?”
Brianna laughed. “That’s exactly what happened. You’re not as dumb as you look.”
Melea cringed, her muscles straining to punch the human. “Stop,” I ordered, taking a step closer. I looked over my shoulder to the goddesses. “Is there a way the Necromancer could’ve cursed it?”
Nyx closed the distance between her and Brianna, kneeling down. With a quick glare to the human’s face, she reached for the gauntlets but didn’t touch them. Her hands hovered over them for a couple of seconds before she got up.
“It’s not cursed.” Nyx declared, matter-of-factly. She took a step back, watching.
I cocked an eyebrow, not hiding my suspicion. “Are you sure? That was quick.”
“If it was cursed, she’d know it, Master.” Lux offered.
Well, I guess the fact Nyx was the goddess of the dark and night and everything gave her an advantage in that area of expertise.
“Will you take them, Master?” Nyx still looked up at me in expectancy.
I shrugged, “If they’re not cursed and you say they’re powerful… I don’t see why not.” I nodded to Nyx and she knelt, plucking the pair of gauntlets from Brianna’s hip. She stretched an arm so I could take them from her. The gauntlets weighted heavily on my hand, clearly made of gold.
“May I beat her to death now, Master?” Melea cried, her eyes pleading. I couldn’t remember her ever wanting something so bad. Besides my cock, that is. “Please? She back-stabbed me! Literally!”
And figuratively speaking for me.
I tilted my head, tempted to accept Melea’s idea. But Brianna didn’t seem to mind her fate. She either thought she could defeat us even without the surprise factor, or… Or she embraced death with such abandon that made me shiver. “What did you bring me these for, Brianna?”
“I’ve also heard the legends,” she breathed, staring at me through her lashes. “The gauntlets are powerful. I thought they could help you beat the Necromancer.”
“Oh,” I laughed, sarcasm dripping with my every word. “So you suddenly want to help? That’s so nice of you.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m aware of my betrayal and my assassination of all of you. Well…” She eyed Faye and Astra. “Almost all. I just want to make sure that bitch will fall.”
“Why? Didn’t she pay you whatever price she promised for my head?”
Brianna pressed her eyes closed and breathed out. “There was no price, she never thought you’d get far. Not this far.” Shrugging, she stared sideways, avoiding us. “To be honest, I didn’t think too.”
“I’m missing something. You’re just saying you’ve been working for her all this time. A person who kills and enslaves,” I hissed, rage warming me up. “A person responsible for sending demons to your hometown. Demons that would’ve destroyed the whole city. I already understood that part. You still haven’t answered me.”
“They wouldn’t have destroyed it. Every few years, they came, killed some villagers, but never kids, and then left. That was the deal.” She breathed.
My blood froze in my veins.
“The deal… was coming every few years and not killing kids?” My voice was low, almost incorporeal.
She sighed. “The deal was letting the demons come every few years and kill some people. In exchange, they wouldn’t kill the kids, she wouldn’t take slaves from there and she wouldn’t destroy the city.” She looked up at me and there was a flame in her pupils, a heat I knew very well. “Do the Math, Aaron. Some ten every here and there, and I keep hundreds safe. No slaves. Kids live a while longer.” She set her jaw. “I don’t regret a thing. I did what I believe was the best. I couldn’t take on the Necromancer. I thought no one could.”
I let it sink. My heartbeat deafened me for a long moment. Breeze messed my girls’ hairs as their gazes darted from me to Brianna, still kneeling, still held back by Melea.
