Hunt for the Necromancer- The Complete Series, page 27
part #1 of Hunt for the Necromancer Series
I was out of breath as my skills ended and I stepped away to watch her, holding my sword in defensive mode. She wasn’t dead but stunned, and I hoped she would stay that way for a minute longer, so my skills could get closer to reactivate.
She blinked twice and I knew she wouldn’t give me time.
Lunging at me at an impressive speed, I just had enough time to dodge as she attacked and destroyed one of the doors. Yelling, she attacked again, tearing at the tapestries as I ran from her. Freaking twenty percent health!
I kept on dodging until I was on the other side of the room, facing the door. That’s when I noticed it. When the door dropped, it did so over someone.
Fuck me if I wouldn’t recognize that red-head anywhere.
“Brianna?” The cry escaped me before I could stop it.
Luckily, it stopped the Necromancer. She looked over her shoulder with a scowl, looking for whatever I referred to.
Her eyes lit up in such a way my stomach dropped.
I jumped to Brianna but the Necromancer was closer and faster. She reached the human first and, with unbelievable strength, plucked her from under the door.
Previously unconscious, Brianna jerked back to life as the Necromancer held her in a choke hold, dragging her to the other side of the room. Brianna gasped, trying to find her footing as a blade prickled her throat.
“We were talking about your pretty gauntlets, sir Aaron,” the Necromancer spat, though it had just half of the sarcasm it first did. It didn’t sound as strong when she was out of breath and beaten up. “Was it, perhaps, a gift from this pretty rat over here?”
I said nothing, already blaming myself for having called Brianna aloud.
“Aaron,” Brianna gasped, still being dragged towards the balcony, “I’m sorry. You didn’t let me come, but I… I wanted to help.”
“Yes,” the Necromancer hissed, touching Brianna’s face with her own and touching her tongue to the other’s cheek. “You’ve helped a lot, haven’t you? Killing him and his allies in Kiran. Such a good girl.”
Brianna pressed her eyes shut. “Kill me, Aaron! Thrust your sword in me and kill us both! Rid this world of this villain!”
“Yes, Aaron, do that,” the other laughed, adjusting her hand so she could touch Brianna’s belly without dropping the sword from her neck. “Right here. Kill your sweet Brianna so I won’t run.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I let my sword hang from one hand. “If you run, I’ll just follow you. Wherever you go.”
Brianna shook her head hard. “Don’t, Aaron,” she cried. “Kill her here and now! If she flees, it’ll just be everything all over again.”
“But I can’t kill you!”
“Why not? I betrayed you!”
“Even so, I…” My heart was heavy. I let the sword hang lower. “I can’t, Brianna. Even if you’ve betrayed me and I won’t take you as an ally again… You’re still strong and brave and honored. And I want you to be happy. In your own way, with whoever you like.” I shook my head and, strangely, I was okay with all that. My heart became lighter once more. “I can’t kill you. I won’t.”
“Oh, that’s so cute,” the Necromancer started but I muted her out. Her lips moved but all my attention was on Brianna.
She smiled sweetly. The softest smile I’ve ever seen her giving. Her eyes glistened.
She mouthed “thank you”.
One of her hands shot out to grasp the Necromancer’s wrist. She readjusted the blade in that second the Necromancer took to react. She reached out her other hand and pulled the blade toward her.
I gasped, and time might have stopped as I saw the sword spearing the two in a single stroke.
The Necromancer grunted, cursed, then yelled. Holding the sword’s hilt, she pulled the blade out and pushed Brianna out of her. The latter fell, face-first. The first glared at me in shock.
Though my face probably held the same shock, I had to take advantage of Brianna’s sacrifice. I opened my menu. Took my potions. Activated whatever skills already activated. I rose my sword.
I brought it down against the Necromancer as she brought her blade up to parry. A Critical and I cut through her blade to hit her in the neck. I slashed again and one more time until it was finally over.
Defeat the Necromancer blinked and disappeared from my view.
The Necromancer fell to her knees. Not dead. But under my control.
There were celebratory yells on the square outside the balcony.
But all I could see was Brianna’s dead body.
I stepped to her and knelt, turning her over and bringing her up in my arms. Her eyes half-opened as she stared up, a tear trickled down her face. From her lips, no breath escaped. Her heart wasn’t beating any longer.
Bringing her closer, I cupped her face, a wave of sadness washing through me. There was no victory in that conclusion. I fucking hated it.
Steps outside the door indicated my allies arrived. They cheered and called for me and sang, and all the sound died out as they stepped closer and noticed who was in my arms.
“Oh, Master…” Lux cried, kneeling by my side. She whispered a prayer and closed Brianna’s eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“What happened?” Asked Melea, surprisingly calm.
“She stabbed herself so she could hit the Necromancer. It helped me with the final health points.” My voice was heavy.
“Can’t you bring her back?” Nyx asked.
I snapped my head up to scowl at her. What kind of nonsense was that question?
But she wasn’t looking at me. She looked at the Necromancer.
A Necromancer.
The villain didn’t answer, still hazy from her defeat.
“You,” I roared and she turned, slowly, bright blue eyes searching for mine. “Bring her back.”
She tilted her head to a side then turned to face me. Her voice was way softer when she answered. “Are you sure, Master? You can’t bring many of those back. There’s a limit.”
She was probably referring to non-allies. I thought. I hoped.
I couldn’t care less.
“Do it,” I growled and it was so grave the girls took a step back.
The Necromancer approached in her knees. When she was close enough, she brought her hands to Brianna’s face, opening her mouth wider. Chanting under her breath, the Necromancer neared their faces and blew inside Brianna’s mouth. A whispery essence that made Brianna’s veins pulse under her skin. Her body warmed up in my arms as the Necromancer took her distance, looking up at me with expectancy.
Time stood still as I watched. It seemed an hour had passed when Brianna’s eyes shot open and a grin illuminated her beautiful face.
Everything had been worth it.
7
For the last time, I woke up in-game.
Soft sunlight filtered inside the room through the balcony. Though I could hear the rustle of leaves and the chirping of birds, one sound, clearly the closest, was louder than the rest.
Soft moans.
Laying over one of the large pillows in the Necromancer’s former room, I forced myself up on my elbows to look for the source of such noise.
Though the room was enormous, my allies and I were all laying close to one another, remnants of the previous night. This way, the Necromancer’s smooth foot touched mine as she knelt to lick on Lux and Nyx.
Nyx was laying down, chest-up, as Lux laid above her. Their amazing pressed against each other disputed for space and spilled down their sides. Nyx held her sister tightly above so she wouldn’t fall. From my incredible point of view, I could see their cunts touching, facilitating the Necromancer’s job to suck on both at the same time.
The soft moans came from them, of course.
But to my right, behind the Necromancer so she could see the glistening pussy perfectly, sat Faye. Melea slept soundly against her huge tits, and Faye didn’t seem to mind. Her whole focus was in the scene before her, a hand slowly caressing her swollen clit.
My cock sprang up to life in a second.
Through the still-broken door of the room, entered Brianna and Astra. Talking idly, something quite odd once you remembered their past together, they entered the room drying their hairs with towels. Fresh out of the bath, their skins flush and glistening. Both wore short robes like the ones Faye used.
“Oh, good morning, hero,” called Brianna as she noticed I was awake. She approached me with a smile, dropping her towel on the floor. “Thinking about your next steps?”
I chuckled. “It’s kind of hard to think about anything else once I’m greeted with this.” I indicated the twins and the Necromancer with my head.
She laughed, straddling me and nearing her face from mine. I let her lips brush against mine for a moment as my hands ran up her body to open her robe. Her supple tits bounced free. I covered them with my palms, bringing them up to my face.
Brianna moaned then moved, lifting slightly so my cock could find the way to her pussy. It was easy. She seemed always ready to receive me. I slid home, grunting.
“Master,” Melea moaned, appearing behind Brianna and kneeling by my right. “Master, you already fucked her. Fuck me.”
“I fucked you twice past night,” I breathed as Brianna bounced on top of me.
Astra appeared on the other side of Brianna. “Melea. You must learn to share Master. We’re all together in this.” She smiled then stretched her neck to nib on Brianna’s ear.
The human moaned, tilted her head. Her movements over me became more urgent.
Melea sighed but she reached out a hand and pulled Brianna’s face toward hers and kissed her. That surprised me. Brianna laughed against the Lycan’s mouth, taking her tongue in with pleasure.
My own pleasure grew quickly. I slid my hands down to hold on to Brianna’s hips.
Astra’s hand slid to find Brianna’s nipple then down to touch her swollen clit. Brianna moaned aloud against Melea, her lips escaping the Lycan’s. Astra used that moment to approach them and the three managed the sexiest kiss I’ve ever seen.
Brianna still danced on my cock, each of her tits being explored by a different sexy lady.
As I neared the edge, I smiled. Though I’ve beaten the boss, I certainly wasn’t finished with this game. Oh, no. There were so many other things I wanted to live in it. So many fucks I still had to give.
THE END
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