Herald of Shalia 2, page 9
“So, you lied to me,” Slade said hoping to convince her to keep the secret. “You pretended to be a human.”
“Don’t be ridiculous! I never said I was human!” Hestia laughed. “Did you think I was human?” She pointed at her vibrant green eyes while laughing. “Even with my eyes?” She gestured toward her ornate dress which matched the dresses all the elves wore that evening. “And my dress?”
“I guess I never really thought about it,” Slade grumbled as he realized nobody would ever believe that he somehow didn’t realize she wasn’t an elf. Even he didn’t believe it. The fact was his dick was the one running the show and the only thing it was concerned with were her perfect fucking tits and that sexy ass. “But if you’re willing to hide your ears you should be able to keep a secret.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Hestia smiled playfully. “I might be convinced if you promised to do something for me.”
“Something?” Slade asked suspiciously.
“You remember that thing you did last night?” Hestia blushed while shaking her head embarrassedly. “It was so dirty but it felt so good. Nobody’s ever done that for me before.”
“Going to have to be more specific,” Slade said proudly as he thought of all the dirty things he’d done with women.
“You know,” Hestia leaned forward and lowered her voice like she was worried about others hearing. “You licked my butt.”
“I did what now?” Slade clenched his teeth so hard he could feel it in his skull. He probed his foggy memory for more details of the night and he recalled her straddling his face. An image of her ecstatic face popped into his head and suddenly he remembered accidentally licking her asshole. He’d licked a demi’s asshole, there was no coming back from that if anybody ever found out. “Cunt!”
“No,” Hestia pointed behind her. “I said my butt. Although you technically licked both.” Hestia wrapped her arms around him and kissed his neck while quickly moving to his ear. “Just thinking about it makes me so wet. Do you want to feel?”
Slade felt his cock involuntarily reacting to the elf’s large chest pressing against him. Her warm breath brushed against his ear as the warm elf embraced him. Slade gently pulled her arms off of him and pushed the elf away. The elf quickly leaned back and he found himself accidentally pinning her to the mattress.
“Oh no!” Hestia giggled as she started raising her hips and gently sliding her leg against his cock. “Please don’t! Please, I’ve never been with a man before…”
“Fuck,” Slade growled as the psychotic elf arched her body. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m begging you,” Hestia whimpered as she feigned struggling against him. She flashed him an impish smile while rolling her hips into him. “Please don’t take everything from me.”
“Stop doing that,” Slade said releasing her from his grasp. The crazy fucking elf was getting into his head and that was the last place he needed her. She was definitely trouble and he needed to get the fuck out of her house. “I just need to know that you’re not going to tell anybody.”
“But you haven’t convinced me yet,” Hestia said teasingly. The green-eyed woman was undeterred by his objections and intended to get what she wanted. “How about this,” Hestia smiled. “For every minute you cuddle with me I’ll keep the secret for one day!”
“Are you blackmailing me?” Slade asked.
“No!” Hestia laughed like he was the crazy one. “I’d never do that! I was just thinking that if you want something and I want something that we could just trade. It’s only fair. And we already cuddled all night so it’s not like I’m asking you for anything you don’t want to do.”
“Listen,” Slade grumbled at the naked elf. “I just need to know you won’t tell anybody until I have some things sorted. It’s very important.”
“Do you like me?” Hestia smiled adoringly at him. “Be honest.”
“Of course I do,” Slade said hoping it’d help appease her. “Do you like me?”
“Yes!” Hestia said happily. “I like you a lot! And it makes me so happy that you like me too!”
“If you like me a lot then I need you to keep this a secret,” Slade said calmly. “Can you do that?”
“Hmm,” Hestia pouted. “I suppose if it means that much to you. But then you have to do something for me.”
“What’s that?” Slade asked.
“Visit me every month,” Hestia blushed. “I’m afraid I can’t go that long without seeing you.”
Slade heard a growing commotion outside and it didn’t sound like a happy commotion.
“I’ll see if I can figure something out,” Slade said authoritatively. He really wanted to find a solution before he left her. The elf was obviously a little off. “We’ll talk about this later,”
“Okay,” Hestia said happily. “I’ll do my best.”
Slade poked his head out of the door to make sure nobody was around before he left the elf’s house and checked his weapons before dashing out. At the edge of the village Commander Grey, Sir Isaac, and Sir Adamus were standing in front of ten soldiers dressed in Rilian colors.
“This day is fucking bullshit.”
He used his level ten illumination and darkness spells to manipulate the reflection and absorption of light around him.
Slade started to scan the mounted soldiers and noticed the one leading the group was a level sixty-two cavalier. It was likely he was a high-level officer in the Rilian military who answered directly to King Asmund. The other nine soldiers were all in their high fifties so if a fight started even that dog-fucking herald would be in trouble.
“I don’t know when he’ll be available,” Commander Grey shrugged at the cavalier. “Why don’t you just leave your message with me?”
“My orders are to deliver the message to Herald Frost,” the cavalier said without a hint of amusement. “You can either get him for me or I can get him myself.”
“I wouldn’t do that,” Sir Adamus shook his head. “You don’t get between a monster and its meal.”
“What he said,” Sir Isaac gestured at Sir Adamus.
“I don’t know what that means,” the cavalier said irritably. “But I have my orders and the orders of my king are absolute.”
“You mean your warlord,” Sir Adamus corrected. “He killed the king and took the throne. If he holds it for a few years he’ll earn the title of king.”
“Fucking Adamus,” Sir Isaac groaned. “Are you looking for a fight?”
“Listen,” Commander Grey shook his head at the frustrated cavalier. “You do what you have to do. It’s not like we can stop you. What I’m saying is that I will not be the one that interrupts that man.”
“So be it,” the cavalier glanced at his comrades and they simultaneously drew their weapons. “Out of the way. If you attempt to interfere, I’ll have no choice but to…”
“Stop!” Lady Grey snapped furiously as she approached the gate with Priscilla following closely behind. Lady Grey annoyed the piss out of Slade but he had to admit the bitch was more politically savvy than her husband.
“Lady Grey,” Slade nodded at the old woman as he emerged from invisibility. “I’ll join you.”
“Baron Slade,” Lady Grey replied not even attempting to hide her disdain for him. “Why are you still here?”
“To make sure nothing bad happens,” Slade lied. “Obviously.”
“Just keep your foul mouth shut then,” Lady Grey answered.
“Sir,” one of the Rilian soldiers gestured at Baron Slade and the women. “Would you like us to intercept them?”
“No,” the cavalier said as he scanned the perimeter. His eyes briefly fixated on Baron Slade but he quickly shifted his attention to Lady Grey. “Let’s just wait and see.”
“I apologize for the trouble you may be having,” Lady Grey bowed politely as she arrived in front of the soldier. “Sir?”
“Sir Wildflower,” the cavalier answered, somehow without embarrassment, as Slade stifled a laugh. “And you are?”
“I’m the proud wife of William Grey, I’m sure you’ve heard of him,” Lady Grey said in a surprisingly threatening tone. “You may call me Lady Grey.”
“Lady Grey,” Sir Wildflower said while bowing his head. “I’ve heard of your husband. The Southern Spider won more battles than any other commander back during the war with Seera. I assume you’re both here for the wedding?”
“That’s correct,” Lady Grey gestured at Commander Grey. “And my husband currently serves as Herald Frost’s Ambassador to Zira.”
“Your husband?” Sir Wildflower stared at the old man he’d been talking to. “You’re William Grey?”
“Only my wife calls me by my first name,” Commander Grey said threateningly.
“But you’re only level thirty-five,” the cavalier looked at his men confused. “Your unit single handedly captured over two hundred thousand soldiers.”
“Captured but not killed,” Lady Grey nodded politely at her husband. “My husband is rather soft-hearted or he’d be much higher level. But don’t mistake that for weakness as many others have Sir Wildflower. My husband is strong enough to hold back his wrath.”
“I see,” Sir Wildflower said. “I apologize for my rudeness. Unfortunately, I’m here to deliver a message to Herald Frost and only Herald Frost. If he does not come to me, I am required to go to him.”
“I’m afraid you’ll have to wait,” Lady Grey said authoritatively.
“My Lady,” Sir Wildflower said politely. “With all due respect…”
“With all due respect you will wait,” Lady Grey glared at the entire ensemble of men. “You may dismount, enter the village, and wait. I will be cut down before I allow you to interrupt Princess Brynn Hilde’s consummation.”
“Excuse me?” Sir Wildflower paused and stared blankly at Lady Grey. “For my clarification the Herald is…”
“He’s fucking,” Slade volunteered. “He’s balls deep in Princess Brynn and probably some elves flower-boy.”
“And who might you be?” Sir Wildflower sneered while scanning him. “I don’t believe we’ve been introduced.”
“Baron Slade,” he answered smugly as several of the guards gripped their weapons tightly. He stifled a laugh as the men glanced anxiously at each other, all asking themselves the same question. He was happy to answer it. “Yeah, that Baron Slade.”
“Quite the ensemble,” Sir Wildflower said while considering his options.
Slade knew the man was going to fold like a towel. If he chose to attack, he’d definitely win but he’d lose a few men in the process. Then there was the possibility that the ruckus would get that elf-fucking herald’s attention. Then things would really go south. Most importantly, the man was there to deliver a message to the dog-fucker, not make an enemy of him.
“We’ll accept your offer to wait Lady Grey,” Sir Wildflower said. “We were unaware that the Herald would still be consummating his wedding. The wedding did occur yesterday, correct?”
“Yeah,” Commander Grey laughed knowing full well what the cavalier was really asking.
“How much longer…”
“Knowing that dog-fucker you’ll be waiting all damn day before he’s finished,” Slade answered. “He went in yesterday after the fucking ceremony and for five fucking hours straight it sounded like the cunt was performing exorcisms in that fucking temple.”
“Pfft,” Priscilla couldn’t contain her laughter, earning her a furious glare from Lady Grey.
“Baron Slade,” Lady Grey stared at him. “Language. There are ladies present.”
“I’ll speak how I fucking want,” Slade said irritably.
“I feel like I’ve been very polite thus far Baron Slade,” Lady Grey smiled. “Do not mistake my appreciation of civility for an unwillingness to engage in less civil means of motivation.”
“Is that a threat?” Slade asked.
“It certainly sounded like one, didn’t it?” Lady Grey said before turning her attention back to the Rilian soldiers dismounting. They tied their horses to some posts next to the wall and entered through the gate. “Please, follow me. We still have tables set up from last night’s celebration and I’m sure there’s plenty of leftover food in the kitchen. Priscilla, come help me dear.”
“Yes mother,” Priscilla said dutifully. Everybody but the girls’ mother knew it was a damn act.
The soldiers followed Lady Grey and Priscilla toward the massive tent in the field as various elves popped out of their houses to look. Slade turned and saw Hestia waiving at him excitedly from outside her house as he looked her way.
“Slade,” Commander Grey’s voice nearly made Slade jump out of his skin. “Thought you left with Fiora last night.”
“Passed out,” Slade answered wanting to give as little information as possible. “Good thing I did because Fiora’s going to want me to find out what’s going on here.”
“Not sure if the herald would want you around for that,” Commander Grey said grumpily. “And not sure if I want you fucking up whatever’s going on.”
“Either I’m here in the open or I’m here in the shadows,” Slade smirked. “Your choice.”
“Just let him stay,” Sir Adamus said cheerfully. “We can have another card game. Maybe we can fleece those soldiers and make back some of our rel.”
“Or lose it,” Sir Isaac volunteered. “Don’t forget we’re not getting paid while on suspension.”
“Right,” Commander Grey turned to Slade. “Fine, you can stay. But if you want to know what’s going on here, I want to know what the fuck is going on in that damn investigation. You know none of my guys did anything and a lot of them have families to feed.”
“Fine,” Slade scoffed after figuring he was getting the better deal. “Seems like a fair trade. Fiora’s already objected to the fucking investigation but the way I heard it the order came from the Herald of Ziralia himself. The fucker is pretty unhappy with the way everything went down. All accusations and executions. And there’s another herald involved making him look like an asshole. The cunt wants a head and he’s looking for a scapegoat.”
“You’re fucking kidding me,” Sir Isaac said while rubbing his neck. He glanced at Sir Adamus before turning back to Slade. “We’re safe though, right? I mean, Adamus and I did fight…”
“You lost,” Slade said coldly. “Against a half-dead Herald who spent less than a week in this world. But I doubt he’ll take your heads. You’re too useful. I’d say that the top candidate right now is the Raullon cunt.”
“Hansel?” Commander Grey said somewhat distressed. “But he’s a good kid.”
“He met with Herald Frost, he’s the sole heir to his father’s estate, his life was spared by the cat-fucker,” Slade shrugged. “Prince Erik fucked a lot of things up and the herald needs to make sure Zira appears like a bastion of justice. What a fucking joke. The fucking prince assassinated other fucking royals and broke a signed agreement. But the herald of the goddess of fucking justice is more interested in making the royal family look good than actual fucking justice.”
“Watch what you say there,” Commander Grey laughed. “Talking like that will get you in trouble.”
“Everybody knows how I feel about that cunt,” Slade responded while glancing anxiously at Hestia chatting with several other elves. “If the Herald of Ziralia wants to come after me, let him fucking come. He’ll end up like that fucking prince of Balar…chopped up and sent home in a fucking barrel.”
“Well,” Sir Adamus chuckled cheerfully. “Are we going to see if we can fleece these Rilian fucks or not?”
“Lady Grey doesn’t really like it when I gamble,” Commander Grey grinned. “But can you really call it gambling when you’re up against a bunch of sad sacks like that? Let’s see if they want to play.”
CHAPTER 7
Frost took a long drink directly from the pitcher of ice water that Iris eagerly delivered to them. It seemed that the beautiful white-haired Florenne believed it was one of her responsibilities as a bridesmaid to ensure they stayed well hydrated.
“Mine,” Brynn groaned as she sat up and reached for the pitcher. Frost handed it to her and she guzzled down the remaining water until only the ice remained. She grabbed Frost and pulled him back down to the mattress with her. “You’re killing me handsome. I’m tired, I’m sore, I starving, I’m thirsty, I’m dying.”
“Killing you?” Frost chuckled while pulling soft her slender body close to him. He reached behind her and squeezed her tight athletic ass. “I’m the one doing all of the work.”
“You underestimate how exhausting it is taking that massive thing,” Brynn laughed while gesturing at his cock. Her face turned red and she buried it in his chest. “Do you want to go again?”
“Now?” Frost asked as he looked down at himself. “I mean, we can try but I’m not making any promises.”
“Do you need some more help Herald Frost?” Zinnia smiled as her head popped up from the spot she and Jasmine found in Brynn’s corner of the bed. Starting at midnight and throughout most of the day the others assisted Frost whenever he was having issues rising to the occasion. Which, he never thought would happen, but fuck if a man didn’t have limits.
“I’m his best woman,” Renna glared at the cheerful dog-eared woman. The petite elf gripped his cock possessively. “That means it’s my job to help him.”
“How long do we have to be here?” Ena sighed as Fayeth kissed her shoulder. The blonde elf covered herself with a thin sheet but Frost could see Fayeth’s hand toying with Ena’s breasts. The two elves left regularly only for Fayeth to drag Ena back in a short while later. Frost had a nagging suspicion that Fayeth was using him to get Ena in the mood.
“Hm?” Lysandra pulled away from nuzzling Frost long enough to glance at the two blonde elves cuddling on the loveseat. “What are you talking about? You only needed to witness the first time. After that it’s optional.”
“What?” Ena stood up and glared furiously at Fayeth. “You told me it was required that we keep coming back!”
“I wanted to watch,” Fayeth playfully tugged Ena back down onto the loveseat. “And I know how much you enjoyed it. I literally tasted how much you enjoyed it.”
