Herald of Shalia 2, page 15
“You,” Hestia panted happily. “My elf ass belongs to you. I’m your elf.”
“That’s right,” Slade said authoritatively. “You’re mine. Just don’t go telling anybody.”
“Yes darling,” Hestia whimpered as Slade released her. The elf moaned into the pillow as he mercilessly fucked her plump ass. He gradually increased the force as he ravaged the gorgeous auburn-haired woman. He pulled her ass into him one last time as he felt himself reaching his limits.
“Fuck,” Slade groaned as he released his seed into Hestia’s ass. The elf shivered as he felt her juices splash against his thighs. He held himself deep inside of her and pushed even deeper, like he was trying to impale her with his cock. As long as it remained hard, he intended to batter her with it and reminder her that she was his. “You’re mine Hestia.”
“Yours,” the elf panted as Slade removed his cock.
“Fuck,” Slade panted and grabbed a pillow of his own before laying beside the elf. A sudden realization of everything that’d just transpired hit him like a hammer to the head. Not just once but twice he’d fucked an elf. He looked over to see her smiling as she stared at him.
“Can we cuddle more Slade?” Hestia said hopefully.
“Fine,” Slade growled as his mind repeated all of the embarrassing shit he said and all the shit he did for the elf. His post-sex clarity filled him with dread. His life was over if anybody ever found out about what he’d done.
“You’re nice,” Hestia said as she wrapped her arm around him and kissed his cheek. She giggled in delight as Slade remembered his face and grabbed the blanket. “No, leave it.”
“You’re fucking kidding,” Slade said as he glanced at the elf pleading with her eyes. “Fine. I’m too fucking tired to argue.”
“You’re mine,” Hestia said as she pressed her body against him.
CHAPTER 11
Frost could hardly breathe as he opened his eyes to see Brynn’s pink pussy sitting on top of his face. He vaguely recalled starting to have sex with them but didn’t remember much after. He tried to move Brynn off him as she wiggled to prevent it.
“Brynn,” Frost slapped her firm ass a few times. “Wake up.”
“Huh?” Brynn looked back at him and got off. The slender bard sat up and looked as confused as he was. “Did we have sex?”
“Um,” Frost looked down to see Lysandra and Renna both sleeping naked with their faces near his cock. Fayeth and Ena were nowhere to be seen so he figured they must have already woken up. Frost moved his leg startling Renna awake. “Renna, Lysandra.”
“What?” Renna looked around and as soon as she saw his morning wood dove on it. “Mine!”
“Frost?” Lysandra rubbed her eyes. “I’m so sorry, I think I fell asleep.”
“Right,” Frost chuckled as Renna eagerly licked his cock
“It’s like she doesn’t think of anything else,” Brynn said watching Renna with awe as the green-haired elf began sucked on him. “It’s just there and she’s just on top of it.”
“Renna,” Lysandra pulled the petite elf off of him. “I don’t think we have time.”
“Wait a minute,” Renna said while looking around. “When did it become morning?”
“I think we all fell asleep,” Frost yawned while looking out he window. “And I think we’re waking up a little later than we wanted.”
“You fell asleep while I was pleasing you,” Renna glared at him. “I can understand falling asleep with this boring old hag on you, but me?”
“Maybe you’re not as interesting as you think,” Lysandra said scathingly.
“Handsome,” Brynn glared at him. “Really?”
“What?” Frost looked around. “We’d gone like forty hours without sleep. I’m not a god.”
The women all growled and got dressed for the day while staring at him like he’d done something wrong. He tried to remind them that they also fell asleep but they weren’t having it and stomped down to get food as soon as they were dressed.
Frost sighed as he got dressed as well. He changed into some new undershirts and put on his wyvern leather and cloak before leaving the room to join the women at breakfast. As he walked toward the stairs, he noticed Slade and Hestia’s door was still closed and decided to wake them as well.
Frost heard fast-paced footsteps and things falling over as he walked toward the room. He stopped and gave the door a few polite knocks and waited. After a few seconds Hestia opened the door in her underwear as Slade buttoned his shirt in a corner. Blankets and pillows were sprawled on the floor like the room had been tossed. It was surprisingly filthier than his own as well.
“Did he make you sleep on the floor?” Frost asked while staring at pile of stained up bedding.
“No,” Hestia said happily. “We shared the bed!”
“Fuck!” Slade’s eyes were murderous as he stared at the auburn-haired alchemist. “What did I fucking tell you?”
“Don’t be a fucking baby,” Frost said. He really didn’t understand why everybody in that damn world was so sensitive about elves. “You shared a fucking bed. Anyway, it’s late and we’re running behind schedule. Get ready to head out after we eat.”
“Right,” Slade growled while double checking his equipment. “I’ll be ready in a fucking minute dog-fucker.”
“Slade,” Hestia placed her hands on her hips and stared judgmentally at Slade. “You should be nicer to Herald Frost.”
“I never fucking said I’d be nice to him,” Slade grimaced.
“Sorry Herald Frost,” Hestia said apologetically. “I think he’s grumpy because we didn’t get much sleep.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Slade groaned under his breath while lacing up his boots. The ninja had a concerning patina to him like he’d been sweating throughout the night. Frost just hoped whatever he had wasn’t contagious.
“Slade, you better start being nicer to Hestia,” Frost said authoritatively. “I have no issue leaving your diseased ass here. She’s staying up all night caring for you when she doesn’t have to. I don’t mind if you want to be a fucking prick but I do mind you being a prick toward the one person who seems to give a damn about your fucking health.”
“Fine,” Slade said through clenched teeth. “I’ll be nicer to Hestia.”
“Yay!” Hestia smiled sweetly at Frost. “And you’ll be nicer to Slade too, right?”
“No,” Frost answered while staring at Slade suspiciously. He didn’t actually expect him to agree to be nice. “And clean yourself up Slade, you look like somebody dumped a tub of aloe on you.”
“Fuck!” Slade said grabbing his canteen and dumping the water on his face.
“Aww,” Hestia pouted as Frost turned and walked toward the stairwell.
Frost walked downstairs and several men shot him hateful glances as he joined the others at their table. The elves and Brynn were eating something that looked like oatmeal and soup had a bastard child. He decided to pass on the grain mush and just eat a few pieces of fruit.
“I hate this trip,” Renna pouted grumpily. “I want to go home.”
“Me too,” Lysandra said while crossing her arms like a petulant child.
“I’m having a great time,” Ena said happily. The blonde elf was stifling her laughter while stuffing her mouth with berries. “Amazing really.”
“Ena,” Fayeth playfully pushed the amused squire. “It’s not that funny.”
“How many times do I have to apologize?” Frost groaned while burying his face in his hands. He’d never been so embarrassed in his life. “I was awake for almost two days straight. You all fell asleep too and you were all napping on rotation during the consummation but I was going pretty much nonstop. It’s not like I meant to fall asleep.”
“You fell asleep while I was going down on you!” Renna growled. “Do you know how that feels?”
“Not as bad as him falling asleep while going down on me,” Brynn said angrily stuffing a spoonful of soaked oats in her mouth.
“At least he tried to do something for you,” Lysandra whimpered at Brynn. “I was trying to do something for him. Herald Frost, be honest. Are you not attracted to me anymore? Are you bored of me now that you have Lady Brynn?”
“It was a one-time thing,” Frost sighed. “I mean, you could have hopped on while I was sleeping if you really…”
“It’s not the same!” Renna said while slamming her spoon on the table. “I want to feel wanted!”
“Exactly!” Lysandra nodded in agreement.
“I’m so happy I came on this trip,” Ena smiled as Frost shot her a dirty look.
“Well,” Frost shot Ena a mischievous grin while placing his hand on Lysandra’s knee. Like hell if he was going to travel the rest of the way with a bunch of pissed off women. “I suppose I have to make it up to you then, right? Maybe when we’re back in the village, I’ll take you out for a special night, just the two of us.”
“Just the two of us?” Lysandra perked up excitedly. “Nobody else? Just like our first night?”
“Just like our first night,” Frost smiled flirtatiously as the white-haired priestess’ face turned pink. “Do you think you’d like that Lysandra?”
“What about me?” Renna jumped up excitedly. “Does that mean I get a special night where it’s just the two of us?”
“Both of you,” Brynn stood up and pointed accusingly at Frost. “Can’t you see he’s manipulating you?”
“Exactly!” Ena said in agreement. “Don’t let him get away with what he’s done! Punish him!”
“I don’t care!” Lysandra said wrapping her arms around Frost. “I’m getting a night where it’s just the two of us! I don’t have to share him with anybody!”
“Is it really manipulation if I’m getting exactly what I want?” Renna tapped her chin while smirking at Ena. “I get the herald for a night, and Ena is jealous. I’m getting even more than I want.”
“I’m not jealous,” Ena growled. “Lady Brynn, you agree this is ridiculous! Don’t let him just get away with it because he smiled at you!”
“But it is a nice smile,” Brynn said pensively. “What about me then? What do I get?”
“Seriously?” Ena growled as she slammed her spoon in her bowl. Frost grinned childishly at Ena as the pointy-eared blonde scowled at her food. “Just like that you’re forgiving him? All he has to do is promise to spend some time with you and suddenly it doesn’t matter that he fell asleep in the middle of sex?”
“He had been awake for forty hours,” Lysandra nodded while wrapping her arms around him. “It’s really not his fault.”
“Yeah,” Renna agreed. “He deserves a break!”
“What about me handsome?” Brynn stomped reminding them that she was waiting. The short-haired bard did her best to look intimidating but failed horribly. “How are you going to make it up for me.”
“You’ll get a makeup date as well,” Frost chuckled while shaking his head. “Alright?”
“Good,” Brynn tried to hide her smile as she returned to her seat. “And no more falling asleep during! If you need sleep tell us before you start!”
“Right,” Frost chuckled. He really thought he’d be able to power through at the time but as soon as he laid on the bed, he was ready to pass out. And then when Brynn straddled his face, the warmth just put him out like a light. He glanced at Ena quietly eating her food. “Did you want to have a night to ourselves Ena?”
“What?” Ena blushed. “Absolutely not!”
“Ena,” Fayeth laughed while leaning into her. “You should say yes. You might have fun.”
“She’s right you know,” Frost grinned. “Lots of fun.”
“Absolutely not,” Ena huffed.
“Are you fucks ready?” Slade asked as he came marching down the stairs. “Let’s get on the fucking road.”
“Right,” Frost nodded as the table stood up to leave. “Places to be.”
Once on the road the elves returned to practicing their abilities while Frost watched out for any monsters or bandits. The roads were surprisingly peaceful and Frost was impressed to find regular patrols of guards riding down long stretches making sure they stayed peaceful.
While the soldiers did stop them to ask a few questions, they seemed eager to send them on their way once Frost gave their name. It was like the entire country was more interested with filling out paperwork to send to their higher ups than actually accomplishing anything.
It was a regular theme throughout the entire trip. Whenever they entered a new village they were questioned, notes were taken, and they were told they were finished. Nobody ever really tried to fight them and for the most part everything went smoothly.
There was a small incident involving a few bandits who started to attack but stopped as soon as they were close enough to scan them. Frost contemplated letting them go but decided against it.
“Why?” Brynn asked while gesturing at the six charred corpses. “What was the point of that?”
“Cunts had it coming,” Slade shrugged.
“Cunts had it coming,” Frost nodded in rare moment of agreement with Slade. “If you were all traveling without me, they might have hurt you. So, I made sure that couldn’t happen.”
“You burnt them alive because if you weren’t here, they might have hurt us,” Brynn repeated slowly. “You could have just hurt them a little.”
“How many people do you think they’ve attacked before?” Frost asked his wife. “A dozen? Two dozen? How many were robbed? Killed? Raped?”
“He has a point,” Slade nodded.
“I don’t see why what he did was wrong either,” Ena said staring at the corpses. “Men like that would have been fine killing me.”
“I believe Lady Brynn is saying you should be better than them,” Lysandra said politely. “Isn’t that right Lady Brynn?”
“Exactly,” Brynn said. “Next time just tie them up and haul them to the nearest city. They’ll give them a trial and punish them according to their laws.”
“I don’t care about their laws,” Frost said. “I care that if I weren’t here, they would have hurt the elves. Now they can’t hurt anybody. The world does not have a shortage of murdering assholes.”
“Added one, subtracted six,” Slade said. “Overall a positive outcome.”
“He is on your side,” Brynn pointed at Slade. “That should tell you all you need to know.”
“I’ll think about it,” Frost lied. He had no intention of letting men like that go. They saw some travelers they felt would be easy targets and tried to ambush them.
Eventually, they arrived at the city of Verguard. Frost was immediately impressed by the massive white city walls and the enormous gate. There were patrols of guards coming and going like ants traveling to and from their colony.
Frost realized just how massive the city was when he entered the gates. The first thing he noticed were the roads, only because he still didn’t have his. They were made of the same white stones used to build the enormous walls. Most of the buildings also used that white stone in their construction.
Some of the homes were fully stone while others were partial stone and wood. A few of the houses they saw were completely wood but it was obvious those were on the lower end quality wise. They all felt too crowded.
His village the houses were fairly scattered with a few between but the entire city of Verguard felt so cramped. Frost and the elves could barely walk down the streets without having to shove their way through a crowd of people.
Eventually they reached a second large wall about the same size as the one circling the city. This wall had more guards posted and they asked more questions, but much like it’d been while traveling everywhere else, nothing came of it but more paperwork.
The closer they got to the castle the less dense everything was which was the exact opposite of what Frost expected. Normally a city was densest at its center but Verguard’s center was the castle and it was surrounded by a massive garden.
The next layer from the center was the noble’s households. Frost supposed it made sense that nobles would be near the castle. But he just wondered how much planning had gone into it. They would have either known from the start how they wanted it set up and zoned for it or they would have needed to demolish houses later to make the center portions more spacious.
Eventually they reached the castle and found Sir Wildflower waiting outside of the front gate.
“Welcome,” Sir Wildflower said politely escorting them into the castle. “I hope your journey went well.”
“Yeah,” Frost nodded. “But there are six mysterious burnt corpses on a side of a road somewhere.”
“Mysterious burnt corpses?” Sir Wildflower repeated. “I’ll be sure to be on the lookout for a rogue elementalist.”
“Good idea,” Frost smirked as the cavalier led them down a massive hall and stopped in front of the doors. “You can go right inside. Everybody else does.”
“Thanks,” Frost said as Sir Wildflower walked off. “Not going to introduce us?”
“No need,” Sir Wildflower said. “And I’m a busy man!”
Frost nodded and pushed open the doors.
CHAPTER 12
Frost smiled politely as he walked through the double doors into the massive throne room. It was an icy stone room with empty walls except for a few glowing gemstones providing light. Men and women constantly rushed into the room from side hallways to grab papers from the various wooden tables lining the room before heading back out. Others walked up to the throne to ask questions before vanishing.
It was a central hub for the well-oiled machine that was King Asmund’s army and it was clear the king was still active in the day to day activities. The wooden tables were manned by high-level dragoons, unholy knights, saints, and even a few classes he’d never seen before.
Frost made his way toward the throne at the far end of the room with Lysandra and Brynn beside him. Slade and the others followed behind silently as they walked past the various high-level soldiers working at their desks.
