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Hero King Ch 5 With Poll (Original Fantasy)
🕑 Added 2021-06-09 16:50:01 +0000 UTC
Note. This chapter ran a bit long, but once I had the vision for it, it was hard to stop. Hopefully you will enjoy this new part of our Heroe's journey. Be sure to cast your vote for the poll at the end of the Chapter.
Chapter 5 - Of Men and Manticores
One Manticore sweeps down from the sky and cleaves through a hapless villager. Shredded muscle and flesh fall to the sandy shore before the spot becomes caked in a wash of crimson blood. Mela screams beside me, fear encapsulated in her eyes. Pevilin meanwhile proves much more useful and rips the bow and quiver from the islander. The young man protests but when I look at the busty redhead, her brown eyes are calm and poised and at the moment, it feels like she’s not going to plant an arrow in my back.
“Mela! You’re a sitting duck cowering there. Find a bow or try to find some cover and help out if you can!” I bark out to her while Pevilin and I stride forward from the beach and move towards the village proper.
“Yes, my King!” The dumb blonde replies. Focused as I am on tracking the sky for the return of the flying beasts, I don’t even bother correcting her. Instead I prepare a spell so that the ferocious winged beasts will leave the commoners alone. Cupping my hands in front of my, I shout out to the first creature I spy as it hovers over the tops of some of the ramshackle houses.
“Hear that in the wind. It’s no whistle! Prepare yourself for the punishment, of my MAGIC MISSILE!”
“That one was terrible!” I ignore Pevilin and instead keep my eyes trained on the nearest Manticore. My fingers fly, weaving the sign of the magic in front of my chest. Then a storm of streaks of brilliant blue light races out. They track the closest creature, matching its speed, overtaking it, and then slamming into its wings and bodies. The Manticore let out a roar, but continued to fly, much to my frustration.
‘It hardly looks hurt at all!’
Quickly, I realize that damaging the beast did get its attention, but now it turns its menacing gaze towards my personage.
“Oh crap. Why did I do that?”
Pevilin ends up coming to my aide. The busty redhead uses her stolen bow well enough and manages to land two shots on Manticore flying down towards me. With a roar, the beast lands in between us, biting and clawing and flashing its tail towards my innards. The vicious looking set of teeth narrowly misses me and then the beast whips its terrible tail at Pevilin. The pirate is either lucky or the beast is struggling with fighting the two of us at once, since it misses with both its tail and a follow-up attack with its claws.
“You’ll never destroy this village! Not while I still have one, MIRROR IMAGE!”
Three illusionary duplicates of my personage erupt from my body. The Manticore’s eyes blink in confusion and Pevilin rolls her eyes, obviously believing that just one of me was more than enough for her. The pirate wench pulls back and sinks one more arrow into the beast before it misses me once more. Now free to concentrate, I yank out one of the daggers I picked up from Pevilin and Mela and get to work burying the weapon in the beast’s neck. It lets out a horrendous roar that collapses into a death call before the creature sputters and dies at my feet.
“One down…”
Mela and I enjoy a brief respite as a set of brave villagers fire away at the other flying beasts. Hunkering nearby one of the village’s small houses, I track the beasts that remain.
“I have… a question…” Pevilin grunts out as she slots another arrow onto the bowstring of her weapon.
“You have an interesting sense of timing,” I reply, keeping my hands ready. Facing off against beasts that can leap and fly, I know that the bloodied dagger in my hand will only do so much without more spells.
“That magic, you can do so much, how did we get close to killing you on the boat?”
“Everyone gets lucky now and again. Just remember, if you try anything foolish again, I won’t hold back,”
“Heh, you’re useful enough as a distraction for this fight. If anything, I’ll tell them what a horrible tyrant you are, and then they’ll help me kill you,”
I purse my lips and nod towards the busty redhead.
“Not a bad plan… get ready…”
After one of the winged beasts with a garish humanoid face smashes up and chomps another person to pieces, the archers from the village manage to pepper the red, leathery flesh of its wings. I almost cover my ears as a torturous howl fills the space. The Manticore falls from the sky and barely manages to keep itself from outright crashing. Bloodied and straining through the pain of multiple arrowheads jammed into its flesh, it lets out another roar and whips the jagged spikes of its tail around, sending a surprise volley at the nearest archer.
I look over at Pevilin, chewing a decision in my mind. I don’t think she’s missed one shot. ‘Better to be bold and strike fast and hard before the creatures devour more of the smallfolk.
Reaching out, I gently touch her shoulder and lower my head.
“What’s this?”
“There is no time to waste. End our foe with a touch of HASTE!”
Green swirling energy washes over her arms and then body after it emerged from my hand. The pirate let out a sigh and then shook her head. A devilish smile spreads across her face, and she quickly released the first arrow she’d notched, followed by more and more. So concerned with the other archers close by, the beast can hardly do a thing to help weather the storm of the pirate’s ferocious attack. With each sunken arrow, Pevilin gets bolder, inching out from cover, drawing a fresh arrow and then priming another one before the first had even hit her target.
‘I really hope I didn’t just sign my own death warrant…’ It was true, I could put an end to the enchantment in a flash, but something told me I wouldn’t be able to do it quickly enough if she turned the bow on me. Still, victory was accomplished as the redheaded wench and the surviving archers never stopped firing till the Manticore sputtered and died. The locals let out a cheer, but it’s quickly overridden by an ear-splitting scream.
The noise is a song of a child in peril, one close to death with no ability at all to defend itself against it. I scan the area and quickly found the source, a little strip of a child. They stumble back, crawling on their back as the Manticore nips at their heels.
“Cease your terrible lullaby! Watch me, fly fly FLY!” Bounding off my feet, I zoom across the space on a direct path with the monstrosity. While I race forward, I close my eyes briefly, searching all of my lessons for the best way to kill the beast.
Arcana check for a weak point in their wing. +10 (25)
‘The anchor point, between body and wing. That’s the spot!’
I prepare a spell and the dagger. The plan is simple, to slam into the Manticore at full speed and knock it off it’s course from devouring the child.
Athletics. +5 (10)
Unfortunately, the creature sees me coming. Instead of catching it unaware, I crash right into the jagged teeth that fill its maw. I shove my left arm forward, working to stop my body and push back but it’s too late, the jaw snaps down, and the creature buries its teeth into my flesh.
“Bawwaaah! Damn… beast!”
Fighting through the pain, I attempt to use my other hand to frantically stab at the weak point.
Perception. +5 (10)
The blade hits the spot, but not with the strength I needed. Nearby, I see the child running off far enough away that what I have in mind in my chaotic state won’t mean the end of the young life.
“Not to be rude, but you overstep. It’s time for me to go, with THUNDER STEP!” I warp from one point in a burst of deadly thunderous energy. As I rematerialize nearby, the beast lumbers, burnt and damaged from the devastating discharge. Stupid as my plan was, the spell manages to get me out of trouble, and give Pevilin and the surviving archers a time to strike the monster down once and for all. I collapse on the loose rock and sandy ground.
Everything kind of goes a little fast after that. Eventually, the town elder orders some healers to bind my wounds with bandages. I almost ask about some actual healing magic, but the work does good enough. The group is very thankful that I got involved and saved the child. However, I start getting a bit of a bad feeling about the people. Before I know it, all the survivors, or at least the meanest and toughest looking ones surrounded us. More specifically, they surrounded Pevilin and Mela.
“What’s the problem?”
The village elder points to the markings on each woman’s shoulder, an obvious pirate brand. Naturally most times I just focused on their faces, tits, pussies, asses, legs and thighs. Feeling a bit dazed, I still can figure out the kind of looks my charges are getting. They’re in trouble. With one order, the elder has them tied up with rope. I stand up to make sure the situation doesn’t end in a hanging and tell him that not killing people who helped save the place is the least he should do. He agrees but says they must leave when I leave, which was the plan. Still, neither the redhead nor the blonde is happy with the development.
“They’re going to hang us! Just like Old Vekman Sharkjaw!” Mela cried out.
“You idiots! Without me, you’ll all be getting chewed on by buzzards! Hey King! Tell them we’re with you…”
That statement from Pevilin makes me smile. The different tune to the feisty pirates is amusing, but right now, I’d rather not stir up shit. The villagers are all close, and many are still ready for a fight. I could take them, but it would result in a lot of death in front of others I’d just gotten wounded saving.
“Don’t worry, Pevilin. If anyone is going to hang you, it will be me. That’s the law,”
“P-Please don’t hang us, my King! I’ll suck your cock every day for the rest of my life! I don’t want them to put a bag over my head and then start those drums!”
I pat Mela on the shoulder and then remind the guards holding them that if anything happens, they will answer to me. The villagers look to their elder slowly and the old man gave them a nod, eventually. With that, the girls are hauled off towards the lighthouse, which I imagine is their rarely-used jail. It would do for the time being, and if I had to escape quickly, I figure it will be good to stop there and try to look for other islands nearby.
‘I need a damn spyglass…’ With the two pirates locked up, the villagers mostly seemed to lose interest in me. That feels a bit off.
Mostly, my heroic entrances end in celebrations and fucking. But for the time being, everyone gives me weary and even angry glances. Still, some things remained the same as usual. I was watching some of the men chop up the Manticores-
‘Heh. Manticorpses. That’s funny,’
I grin and then feel a hand on my shoulder. “Come with me, savior,”
Turning, I see a woman with dark brown air, her tips occasionally stained with a darker hue. She is full-breasted with amazing pale eyes the color of seafoam. Necklaces made of shells and reeds adorn her neck while mangy looking hides partially cover her breasts and body.
“Gladly. But what do I call you?”
“Nae Coevol….” Taking my hand, she leads me to a shabby building I assume is her home. The front area of the dwelling serves as a kitchen and living space. I spy signs of alchemist’s tools, but I also notice strange drawings adorning her walls. At first, I imagine she is a mapmaker or navigator. On second glance, the markings don’t seem like maps and rather show… well I’m not quite sure what I’m looking at.
“I am a Seer, an oracle with sight beyond sight…” She answers my question before my lips even begin to move. Beyond knowing I wanted to ask what she did at the village, after she offers me a seat, she leaves me at the house for a moment and returns with slab of Manticore. We dine together and drink deeply from a bottle of wine. Nae tells me how she has always lived on the island, dealing in portents and blessings. As a man of higher learning who has seen much before settling in to be a king, I place very little weight in visions and tell her as much.
“Nothing controls me. Nothing preordained at he very least…” The meat and wine are good. Quite good actually.
“Have you ever thought that your old life, your previous one, was locked off from fate?”
“If fate existed, it would cover all, wouldn’t it?”
Nae gave me a simple smile while coyly blinking her misty eyes at me. “I do not know. I only know the lessons of my mother and my grandmother. Lessons I will give to my daughter when she comes of age…” After taking a bite of the well-cooked meat, the beautiful ‘seer’ brings a chunk of meat on a dagger to my lips. I study her for half a moment before leaning forward.
‘Great, so some poor child will expel this dribble and eventually teach it to another,’
“What does she think about that? Being cast in one dye by her beautiful mother?”
Nae smiles and put down the dagger for a moment and slowly licked her lips clean of the grease from her last bite. In that moment, something about her unsettled me, but I did not rise from my seat.
“She has not been born yet, Great King…”
A dozen reactions play out in my mind, but I end up just nodding to her, my suspicions about divine determination or however she wants to dice up the idea that everything is already set in immutable stone.
‘Nothing is unchangeable…’
For a moment, it looks as if she will say something to challenge me. Instead, Nae just stands up and picks up a stand of grapes. Turning from me, she exposes her sun-worn back to my hungry eyes. A dance with death and a tasty meal has me all sorts of invigorated, as does a woman who I know would be fun to convince.
“Why did you come here?” I stand up, taking a great amount of pleasure in the question as it holds none of the surety of most of her previous statements.
“I’m just trying to get home,”
“This could be your home, my King…” The sultry purr in her voice is inviting, but it doesn’t stop me from offering a light scoff. I watch her as her dark hair dances in the light breeze coming up from the tides in front of us. There is just something about women. Once they know you’re royal, suddenly they become your King.
‘And their problems become yours…’
I take a drink from my glass. Once again, the rich and pleasant flavor fills my mouth. Naturally, my lips wish to savor more, but it is something beyond wine that I’m starting to want to nibble on. She turns back from the window and I realize I haven’t actually replied to the enchanting woman.
“People are waiting for me,”
“What are a few people to a man like you?”
I close my eyes, thinking of Enfina and Syra. But it’s more than that. Once I became a King, I took on grave responsibilities. Some big, some small, few that can be discarded, at least not without someone I could trust.
“I’m beginning to think your visions have told you enough about me. Enough to know that I cannot simply walk away…”
“Yes…” Her chin dips and her eyes look sad for a moment. Then she plucks another grape from the dried branch, rolls it along her lips before taking it inside of her mouth.
Nae turns her body away from me and back to the sea. As the waves crash in front of us, she pulls her dress off, revealing her sublime form. She half turns, facing me and then crunching one more grape between her teeth.
“In my dreams, I saw man who would one day command oceans. In my dream, this man came to the island, on a day of blood and fangs…”
The blood in my veins erupts with renewed intensity with each step I take towards Nae. My battered and water-soaked clothing did little to hide my erection. When I pressed my body against her naked flesh, there was nothing left to hide.
“Then what happened?”
Nae lets out a soft laugh that turned into sigh as my hand raced out and stroked the sloping curve of her hip. I pull her upper body back and dashed my lips against hers. I taste the juice from the grapes on her lips while my hands continue rubbing and squeezing her body all over. Against her behind, my cock rumbles with coursing energy while I find her tongue reaching out to explore the cavern of my mouth.
“Mrraaahhm… Tonight… I am your, Queen…”
I almost laugh and make a note to tell her never to let my actual queen hear that in her presence. Enfina would politely say that it was fine, and then stab Nae the moment she had a chance. No woman reigns above my wife.
Turning her to me, I set my mouth to her plump breasts. My tongue ravages every inch of the pink caps of her tits as they heave in tandem with each shuddering breath. Both are bodies remain warm despite the cold night air flowing in through the open window.
“Ohuaah… how wicked you are… My… my nipples will be so… nrraah… sore come morning!” Nae cries out as I bite and tease all over her nipples until they are hard and aching for more attention. My fingers flick over them while my tongue carves a path up her cleavage, collarbone and finally her jaw. We kiss again for a moment before I let out a low growl as her fingers wrap around my cock.
“You are no a shy man. I doubt you have been for many years. Hmm hmm hmm...” The seer’s fingers tickled every sensitive spot on my cock, causing the veins covering my length to throb.
“Ooohuaah… you’re getting bigger… and wet…”
“You’re one to talk…” I kiss her delicious lips once more and then spin her naked body around. Pushing forward, I begin plunging my cock into the sopping, wet opening of Nae’s sex. Nestled just beneath a small tangle of dark brown hairs, her pink glistening folds immediately hug and ensnare my cock as I being plowing the passage.
“Nrraaahuaah! This is… this is bigger… much bigger…”
“I guess your dreams were a little vague…” I grin and caress her heaving breasts and stroke all over her thigh and hips. The harder I fuck her, the wetter she becomes while her folds pull me in like a harbor welcoming a lost ship. Nae looks out at the ocean while I look out across her naked body. Her back flexes and tightens as the tip of my cock begins storming against the entrance of her womb. Something grips me, a deep primal heat that calls out to be quenched.
While her juices wash out over my cock and thighs, I grab her long, dark hair and yank it back, making her body shudder even more amidst the toiling forces of pleasure and pain.
“This pussy is yours. It was always meant to be. I… I’ve waited… so long…” Each breath from Nae emerges as loud as a seagulls but as pleasant as the gentle waves of an afternoon beach. “Pound me… Pound my aching womb with your big… strong!... COCK!”
Nae’s eyes close and her pussy squeezes in around me. More and more heat boils out while every inch of her tender petals chokes on my member. It feels like her pussy is trying to hold me in place while the heat rising up from even deeper begged me on. Slamming my hips forward, my cock slides even deeper inside the panting woman.
“If you get much louder, the whole village will know what we’re on about…”
“It’s embarrassing, I know… but I can’t help it…” With the abundance of her juices continuing to spill out, my cock jabs inside of her in forceful and fluid motions. As tight as her opening has become, another part of her body seems desperate for me to never stop causing her entire form to shiver with intoxicating pleasure.
“Turn… nuraah… turn me around. I must gaze at you… King of dreams…”
Dropping her onto her bed, I begin plowing her with even more intensity. I can feel her body preparing to cum again, and it matches with my own sensations of blistering heat.
“Nae… “
“I know… please… inside me… I need it… like the ocean needs the moon… Mrooaah… my Hero… please do me this… kindnessuaaah… for me… and my villagueaaah!”
Nae kisses me after her panting and moan-filled request. Then she loops her hands around my neck and then manages to lock her spasming legs around my back. Our chests mash together while our hips continue to perform their intimate dance as we mate like wild animals next to the window looking out onto a moonlit beach.
I feel Nae’s hard nipples rubbing all across my lean chest. Her lips finally fall from mine and she lets out another array of hearty and disjointed moans. This time when she cums, she buries her mouth into the crook of my neck and bites my flesh just as my entire body spasms and stiffens.
Deep inside the woman claiming to know my future, my cock jerks as it releases the first of many portions of my seed nice and deep within Nae’s warmth. Her essence, still dripping out from when I entered her, quickly becomes mired in the excess of my cum.
“Yesssauaaah… so deep… You’re so deep and warm… inside me…” Nae whispered out passionately and joyfully. I gently pull out, freeing myself from her arms and legs. She looks at my body in a daze and then swings her legs upwards. The flow of my seed and her juices hardly stops even in her new position. In the end it matters little as the two of us fuck many more times throughout the evening before sleep captures us both.
My morning turns out very poorly compared to my night. The first thing I experience is hands on my body, and not the gentle, pleasing and very kinky ones that belong to Nae.
“What the hell are you doing?”
The villagers binding my arms make no reply. Instead they just lash up more rope around my neck and then drag me out like some poor dog, into the bright light of the sun. My head growls out in pain, scratching at me in retribution for getting little sleep and enjoying too much wine.
As I stand amongst the mob, as I can only assume my hosts have turned into since they look angrier than last I left them, I stand up straight. While I wait for one of the people to speak while debating if I should make an example of them, I notice Nae standing nearby. The woman I spent last night with says nothing and merely watches.
Finally, the elder clears his throat. “We spoke together last night. You helped us, stranger. But we must kill you, and those you travel with. It is the only way…”
Several other villagers all nod or give voice to support for the plan.
“Help me understand. I came her and helped you. I even saved that child and nearly got my arm ripped off!” I declare, my patience at a very critical low for such behavior, especially when the sun is out and just baking my face.
“You used magic! Magic is forbidden to us, as it has been because of the instructions of the elders and seers for many generations!”
My eyes fall on Nae. She simply looks on, showing very little to me. ‘Why would she forbid they use magic if she gets her vision from magic?!’
“I am a stranger and did not know your laws. I apologize. Release me and I shall leave you. I’m beginning to feel like that would be best for all parties…”
The elder looks around for a moment and then shakes his head and stamps a staff on the ground. Nearby, several villagers come out, one with an axe. Crude as it is, I have a good feeling of where the man would be planting it.
“I am… sorry. But we cannot risk the wrath of the God of the Island! You killed the monsters, it’s servants. If we do not kill you, the God will strike even harder next time. I fear… we would not survive…”
With his intention made clear, I decide its time to take things back into my corner. If Nae is not going to help then I’m on my own. Naturally with my spells recharged, just because I’m tied up, doesn’t mean I’m helpless.
“Listen to me!” I call out to get the attention of everyone around me.
Choices
A. Offer to investigate cause of the monsters to and why they are forbidden from using magic. Investigation +10
B. Use Misty Step to escape and avoid violence. – Misty Step Spell. 2nd Level Spell.
C. Use one of your powerful spells, Synaptic Strike to show these idiots what happens if you mess with a Spell-Slinging, Motherfucking King! With a hangover... Synaptic Strike 5th Level Spell
