The duelist 7, p.28
The Duelist 7, page 28
It wasn’t an exact science, and some of it relied on wild speculation and a heavy dose of optimism, but seeing the way the giant spider had reacted to the innocent high-pitched bell made me wonder if I could recreate what happened in the clearing.
So, I aimed with one hand at Yates-Krev’s potato sack face, and with the other, I brought out the bell.
Diiing.
Voosh.
The sonic waves impacted me in the chest with a jerk similar to a rifle’s recoil, and it actually caused both the bell in my hand and the bolt sailing toward me to disintegrate.
As for Yates-Krev, he boiled sickeningly just like the spiny-beast did before it vaporized, and I let time snap back before I drained myself completely.
“Ahhh--” was all the bastard managed to say before he, too, exploded into a fine red mist and a pile of clothes with that necklace of burned-out Duelist Stones. The last of them still glowed faintly even as its shiny surface became dull and clouded.
I looked down at my own Stone, and I wasn’t surprised to see it remain unchanged from my Sixth-Rank status. Yates-Krev was just an imposter Duelist with a sick power, which had allowed him to hide under the radar for a long time.
There were a lot more questions I had about the whole thing, and about why he especially seemed so interested in Rylan that he was considering letting me leave no questions asked.
Of course, that was what he said. Who knew if he really would have let me walk away scot-free had surrendering Rylan been an option. But it wasn’t an option, so it was all moot now anyways, and as the red mist of what used to be the notorious Krev Alda settled, I found I didn’t give two flying fucks.
Especially because watching Nova walk toward the pile of clothes her abuser left behind was a lot more captivating.
Her steps were unsure at first, and she kept looking around like he would pop out from behind one of the heavy wooden beams or something, but soon her curiosity got the better of her, and she made herself bravely examine the pile just to be sure.
I made sure to stay as quiet as I could while I watched her try to wrap her head around the fact he was really gone, and my plan was to stay mostly out of it while she came to terms with everything.
However, when Nova collapsed down on her knees with a sob, my feet moved of their own volition, and I found myself kneeling down next to the beautiful navy-haired woman. Seeing her in so much distress caused me to reach out to comfort her with my touch, even though she’d made it clear earlier about how she felt about that.
This didn’t occur to me until I was halfway through executing the motion, and by that time, my hand had already found itself on her shoulder.
Nova cried out again, but instead of jerking herself violently away, she surprised me by doing the complete opposite and burrowed against my chest in a rib-crushing hug.
“Oof, Nova!” I grunted and then stroked her wrecked hair.
“Sorry,” she murmured in her lilting voice. “Nova sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” I asked and gently tilted up her chin so I could see the emotions swirling in her garnet eyes.
“Brought you,” she said and gestured vaguely. “Brought Ry-lan because he do what Krev said. He is Conjurer.”
“You were going to ask Rylan to bring something you thought up from out of the Dark Realm?” I clarified. I was pretty sure I knew what she was talking about because Ry and I had experimented with the same things. How Krev found out was just another thing I was going to have to put a pin in for now. “What did you want him to bring out for you?”
“Was going to poison…” Her words faltered, and she buried herself deeper into my embrace.
“It’s okay, now,” I said, and I continued to stroke her hair as we sat on the soft bank. “He’s gone.”
Those words made her stiffen up in my arms, and I thought this was the end of our impromptu cuddle session as she broke away a little so she could look me in the face.
“Gone?” she breathed with wide eyes shining almost like rubies. “Forever gone?”
“Yeah.” I smiled down at her as she continued to process this, but once she did, I would never forget the grin that split her face wide open, nor the laugh that burbled out of her mouth a second later.
But I especially wouldn’t forget what happened next because Nova’s enthusiasm grew exponentially, and all of a sudden the atmosphere between us was charged with a different kind of intensity.
“Alex,” she said demurely, and when she raised those stunning eyes up at me, I felt myself fall.
“Hm?” I hummed as I brushed my nose against her petite green one, and a sweet aroma like flowers enveloped us and made my collar feel hot.
Her tiny inhale was the only warning I got before she tackled me like a rugby player and messily devoured my mouth with hers.
The kiss was inelegant and unpracticed, with a bit more teeth than was strictly comfortable, but the sheer passion she poured out into it made up for her lack of experience. The scent of flowers and fresh spring wells floated up around us again and made my higher thought processes pleasantly syrupy, and I let myself just sink into the sensations.
I cast away all other worries and just rolled with it, and we tumbled a few times along the mossy bank like two hormone-fueled teenagers whose hands had a mind of their own.
Mine, for instance, managed to ruck up her flimsy tube top to expose her creamy breasts and darkish nipples, and hers managed to untuck the tunic at the back of my trousers so she could get her surprisingly hot hands against my back.
“Haa!” I hissed when the remaining sensitivity from my healing scars zipped and zinged in ways that were intense and definitely not unpleasant.
“Touch,” Nova whined, and then she arched under me so prettily I had to pull away for a second to admire the sexy woman spread prone underneath me like a feast.
“Yes, touch,” I groaned and got to work.
“Oooh,” she breathed when I dropped my head down between her gorgeous breasts and nibbled and sucked on the unfamiliar terrain.
I had the urge in my lust-filled hindbrain to stake my claim and leave my marks all over her gorgeous and exotic body, but logic intervened enough to where I was satisfied with just three to four hickeys peppered along her luscious neck and leading down to her midline where her tummy was soft and bitable.
“Fuck,” I said when her wandering fingers finally found the bulge in the front of my trousers, and I helped her free my stiff member with shaking fingers.
But I was so keyed up, I had to stop her after a couple of strokes.
She giggled sweetly and then turned over on her stomach, arched her back, and pressed her supple ass up against my hard dick. Her loincloth shifted enough for me to feel her bare pussy lips, and I pressed my shaft between her shapely thighs a few times.
Mercedes, that felt good, but I didn’t want to rush into the main event just yet, so I pulled back, flipped the back side of Nova’s loincloth up, and pulled her hips toward me.
“Oh!” she yelped when I tongued her moist slit, and then her arms collapsed out from under her as she raised her pelvis higher for me to access her sweet spot. “Auuuuu!”
She warbled as I teased her shy little clit out from under its hood, and after that was accomplished, it barely took any touching at all before she was coming brilliantly against my mouth in a sudden gush.
A burst of her fragrant juices ran down my chin, and the taste of her sweet nectar almost made me dizzy with desire.
I had a feeling I could have kept bringing her to climax over and over again just like that, but the fierce ache in my cock couldn’t stand another minute without plunging into that wet, slick channel.
I would make her cum until it hurt next time, but for now I lined up the head of my cock with the dainty hole of her pussy and eased my way inside.
“Goddess,” I choked out at the feeling of her heat and rippling muscles already trying to milk me for all I was worth, and we hadn’t even started moving yet.
“Uhhhhnn!” Nova groaned and rocked her pelvis impatiently against me, and I had to stop her quickly with a hand on her lower belly. “But…”
Then, before she even had a chance to know what hit her, I brought us both up on our knees and started driving inside her like a piston on a steam engine.
She squealed and squirmed on my cock, but my grip behind her elbows kept us locked together, and I jackhammered us both to a violent orgasm that left me feeling somewhat weak as I pulsed spurt after spurt of my seed inside her womb.
Nova’s climax, although simultaneous with mine, lasted much longer, and we were both locked together tightly as a few more jerks and spasms caused my hips to buck every time her inner walls contracted. This made the mind-numbing sensation go on forever, and even when I was over sensitized, she refused to let me budge until she’d wrung me dry.
When the tempest of our wild fucking was finally over, I pulled out of her creamy sheath carefully, and then we collapsed side by side facing each other.
I smiled at the siren-woman, but she only stared intensely back at me with those mysterious maroon eyes.
“He is gone,” she whispered at last, and I nodded and moved a sapphire ribbon of her tangled hair out of her face. “But now… me?”
I tilted my head a little as I tried to parse what she meant. “Are you worried what is going to happen to you?”
She bit her lip. “Yes. Never know… anything else.”
“There is time to figure it out,” I said. “But no matter what you decide, you will never have to be a prisoner again. I promise.”
At that, she gave me a curious look but didn’t say anything further, and then she pulled back so she could situate herself.
I did the same by putting my own clothes to rights, and soon we were back on the little path that led up to the rickety manor.
“Mmmmmmphf!”
“Oh, shit, my bad, Oz,” I said to the sloth-man I’d temporarily forgotten about, and I helped free him from his bindings as Nova continued on ahead.
We were only a few steps away from the door when I stopped short.
A strange fear gripped me just then that I would open the door only to discover a still and pale Rylan who would never get up to get on my last nerve or roll his bratty eyes at me again.
Which was stupid, because by all rights I broke the curse and was even thanked with some pretty awesome sex, so the fear keeping me frozen was unwarranted and completely irrational.
“Yoouur booooy isss fineee,” Ozzy droned, and I was simultaneously embarrassed he knew how vulnerable I felt in that second and yet grateful I had him as a friend to snap me back to the real world.
So, I stopped playing Schrodinger’s Cat and opened the damn door.
“Dad!” Rylan’s bright voice greeted me a second before a small messy-haired cannonball impacted me right in the chest as the teenager gave me one of his signature rib-cracking hugs.
I didn’t hesitate from hugging him back just as tightly, and I was mildly surprised when I immediately dove into the Don’t You Ever Do That To Me Again Diatribe common for parental units when their spawn was in mortal peril. If I wasn’t so caught up in the moment, I would have rolled my eyes at how my rant swung wildly back and forth between “I’m glad you’re okay,” to “You are grounded until the poracks come home.”
“Screech.” Crackers decided he’d had enough of the mush fest and flapped into the room so he could land on Rylan’s head and get all of our attention by taking a shit on the kid’s shoulder.
“Hey!” he yelled at the pest, and Crackers flapped up to the top of a dusty bookshelf.
“I think he’s mad at you for the stunt you pulled, too,” I snorted as I watched the stubborn screecher turn his back on the room.
“I wouldn’t have even gotten caught if it hadn’t been for him shrieking,” the teen grumped. “He still won’t give me the stupid message that started all the fuss.”
“No, you started all the fuss by sneaking out after Madam Morta warned me about the spiny-beasts and how they don’t like loud noises,” I said as I tried to shake the bookshelf a little so the beast would come down. “Come on, Crackers. I want to see what your letter says.”
“Screech,” he said and even flicked his beak up at me in a way that gave “flipping the bird” a whole new meaning.
“Brat,” I growled, and I shook the shelf harder until a thick tome came free and fell right on my head. “Ow! Now, come on, you little shit!”
A string of bell-like giggles stopped me from bringing the whole case of books down on top of me as Nova entered the room. Her skin color was still bright from all of our exertions, and when she walked past me, she made sure to kiss me gently on the forehead where the spine of the book hit me.
It was hard to stay frustrated after that, and Rylan and I watched as she made clicking and cooing sounds while offering a hunk of jerky meat.
And, just to be a dick, Crackers fluttered down to her shoulder and cuddled up in her indigo hair like it was the most cozy nest in the world.
“Letter,” Nova said as she handed me the hard-won missive.
I huffed a laugh through my nose and then bumped her lightly with my hip.
“What does it say?” Rylan asked as I rapidly skimmed over the words I’d been wanting to hear.
“Amaya and Anwaar finished their assessment on Alem,” I said as longing and excitement filled my heart at the same time. “They said they are only two days away from Eng.”
“Should we tell them to meet us on Om?” he asked.
“Eventually, yes, but now that we have Crackers, we need to send a message to Jenner and the airship to meet us here,” I said.
“Noooo neeeed,” came Ozzy’s rumble, and I turned toward the sound only to see the sloth-man dangling halfway out a window. “Iiitt’s heeerrreee.”
“What?” Rylan and I exchanged astonished glances and then rushed outside at the same time.
“How did they know?” Ry asked as he waved at Bodin, who was visible in the wheelhouse.
“I’m not sure,” I said as I waved as well. “But I am sure fucking glad they did.”
And as the magnificent airship lowered itself toward us, I couldn’t help the light buoyant laughter that filled me up inside. Whatever happened next, even something as crazy as falling from the sky on some unknown land, I knew I would always find my way back home.
Or it would find me.
Either way, the day was bright and full of promise.
End of Book 7
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