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A Thousand Years To War	By : reddragon Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > General Views: 1784 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 4
- 5
Night fell quickly in the forest, as the thick canopy choked off the last rays of the sun long before they could reach the temple clearing. The work crews had managed to get most of the palisade finished. Stout timber walls had been built by harvesting trees from the edge of the clearing, then standing them up side-by-side in a three foot deep ditch which was then filled back in to keep the walls steady. Fortunately, the ground had been soft, so the digging had been easy. Unfortunately, there hadn't been nearly enough time or men to include the temple in the new defenses. There was barely enough space to get all the tents in. As it was, the cooking area had been left out in the open, while their meager supplies had been stashed inside the temple for the time being.
Not that the weather was much of a concern. Spring was on the edge of giving into summer, and the air stayed warm even as the hours grew darker. The sky overhead was free of clouds, perfect for looking at the stars glittering overhead, like a black carpet studded with flecks of diamond.
It was an absolutely beautiful sight to behold, though it did little to ease Xal's worries. Unlike the majority of his troops, he was spending the night in the temple. The deaths of the temple's keepers had left a small number of rooms available for use. The largest, which had once belonged to temple's Mother, had been set aside for the remaining wounded. Alissa had done a fine job of patching them up, but certain wounds were beyond her ability to fix in only one day, especially when all her power needed to be shared out among the survivors. She and Anna had taken the Deacon's room, which was the next biggest room available. Not that that was saying much, considering how small the temple was. The last room, intended to host visiting pilgrims, had been set aside for the Prince. Earlier in the day it had held half a dozen rough framed bunk beds, all but one of which had been dragged outside and broken up for firewood. The remaining bunk had been cut in half, with the bottom left behind for his use while the rest was added to the burn pile.
The room's only remaining feature was a broad, plain glass window that occupied most of the rear wall. It had been fortunate enough to be one of the few windows the goblins hadn't smashed as they had pillaged, and the men who had established his bed had been kind enough to place his half-bunk directly underneath it, making it perfect for stargazing. That suited Xal just fine. He was finding it impossible to sleep, despite the strenuous nature of the day's events, as his mind raced in a vain attempt to get ahead of his problems.
'What was it Sergeant Kor was always shouting?' he mused as he watched the lights dance overhead. 'Oh, right. 'A soldier that won't fuck, won't fight.' But how can I get any fighting done if I'm too busy fucking? How am I supposed to find time for fucking when we're in the middle of a war? Not to mention whether or not I can find enough women to fight a war! I mean, sure, its a fine incentive, isn't it? Volunteer to save Cerval, and you, too, can sleep with the Prince! Then you'll get put out in the middle of the front lines where you'll either get ripped apart by goblins, or, if you're lucky, get wounded, patched up by magic, and then sent back out the next day to do it all over again! Yeah, right. I don't want to be fighting this war, and I AM the Prince!' I had barely enough trained soldiers to get this far...'
Xal sighed and leaned back against the wall, watching as a full moon climbed over the treetops. The answers weren't going to come to him in a twinkle of star light, that much was for sure. If only sleep was willing to cooperate and come and claim him...
There should have been a squeak of hinges as the chamber door opened. The Deacon and Mother had always had more important issues to worry about than the maintenance of the pilgrim's quarters, so it had often fallen on the pilgrims themselves to make any repairs or do any upkeep that might have been required. But since most pilgrims often only stayed for a day or two, it was often left to become someone else's problem. So when the oil on the hinges had dried out and the metal had started to rust, everyone had found it to be more convenient to just leave the door wide open. It wasn't like there was a lock on it. After all, who would dare steal from a temple? Xal had, of course, pushed it closed before he went to bed, but that was more to keep out the draft than from any need for privacy or security.
So there should have been at least some noise as the door swung into the darkness of the room.
But there wasn't.
The only warning Xal had that someone had joined him in the room was when the mattress sagged slightly to one side as another body climbed onto the bed. His hand shot out for his sword, but before his fingers had reached the hilt more slender digits curled around his wrist.
“None of that now,” a familiar voice purred.
“Nagiva?”
In the next moment gold eyes appeared out of the darkness, so close that Xal could feel the whisper of Cecily's breath on his lips. White hair flashed silver in the pool of moonlight spreading over her copper skin as it pushed back against the shadows formed by her open cloak. It was the only thing she was wearing, and not even the shadows could hide her nakedness. Instead they flowed around her curves, framing the swell of her breasts and the hollow of her throat, inviting him to explore with hands and mouth.
“You use my title?” The question came as a quiet laugh. “Don't worry, little princeling. I am not here to kill you. I came because this is where I belong.”
Xal swallowed against the tightness in his throat. “I think there are some who would disagree with that.”
“Would they, now?” Cecily's smile made it quite clear what she thought about the opinions of others. “Truth, I heard what your pet berserker had to say about me.” Her hands began to rub along the insides of Xal's thighs, and even though the blanket was relatively thick he could still feel her nails dragging along his flesh, his balls tightening in response. “But like most, he does not know all the story. “The nagiva are not just assassins. We are as much adviser as we are executioner, and even lover as well. Uneasy lies the head which wears the crown, after all! My true job is to ease your burdens, whatever they might be.”
Cecily's arm whipped sideways as she snatched the blankets away from the Prince, flinging them into a far corner. His now-exposed cock immediately popped erect, milky-white in the moon's glow.
“Mmm, I can see you really are tense,” Cecily purred as she reached down to stroke the side of his shaft with her fingertips. Xal shivered at her touch. It was like being touched by the breeze, gentle, almost caressing, but no real contact. Then like silk as her hand closed around him, warm, soft, smooth. Her hand seemed to glide over him as she slowly stroked up and down, teasing him harder and harder until he was as rigid as the sword he had been reaching for only a moment ago.
Xal started to reach for her, but Cecily easily batted his hands away. “Hush, now,” she ordered as she bent over him. “All you do is lie back and relax. I will take care of everything else.”
All Xal could do was nod dumbly in reply as he watched her drop her head lower until she was all but a hairsbreadth away from the tip of his cock. Cecily pursed her lips and blew across the tip, causing Xal to gasp in surprise. She watched with immense satisfaction as the first little bead of precum oozed up before using the tip of her thumb to smear it across the head of his cock.
All rational thought fled from Xal's mind as Cecily's lips closed around him. Her tongue swept around the sensitive crown, then flicked at his slit, wiping away the next load of precum just as it was forming. Xal's breath came faster and faster as her grip slowly tightened and her tongue began to speed up. Lightning danced behind his eyes as his entire world condensed down to a simple combination of heat and pressure. His fingers dug into the mattress, nearly punching through the thin fabric. He wanted to grab her, to throw her down and just take, but at the same time he didn't want all those glorious sensations to end. Even as his most primal urges threatened to overwhelm him, there was one small corner of Xal's mind that knew any attempt to wrest control from the assassin was doomed and would spoil what was left to come.
Cecily smiled as she watched the frustration play across his face. She was enjoying their little game, far more than she had in a long, long time. It helped that the Prince was prone to bathing, something that among the tribes was usually seen as a chore to be avoided. But there was also something special about the boy-becoming-man beneath Cecily that stirred something inside of her, something she couldn't quite identify. It was more than just lust, though there was that, too. It was closer to a feeling of possession, though that wasn't quite right either. It wasn't so much that he belonged to her or vice versa, so much as they belonged together.
She pushed him deeper into her mouth, the hard muscles of his cock flexing in response. The taste was somewhere between salty and musky, but deliciously so. It was plain that he wasn't going to last much longer, and when he did she didn't want to waste a drop.
Xal gasped as the pressure building in his cock suddenly became too great to resist any longer. The first shot of hot, sticky cum splashed off the roof of Cecily's mouth with surprising force. A second shot quickly followed, then another and another, until the seventh and last came out as a mere trickle. Her cheeks bulged for a moment as she held it all in her mouth, waiting to be sure he was finished before a single swallow took care of everything.
Xal lay against the pillows, breathing heavily as he tried to come up with something to say. Then exhaustion overwhelmed him, and the world crashed to black.
*
Several hours later, Xal's eyes twitched as the first light of day came peeking over the tree tops. He rolled over, muttering something incomprehensible, and pulled the blankets tighter around him. The same blankets that he had last seen flying off into some corner of the room. Sleep battled with realization for control of his body, with realization winning out as he bolted upright. The Prince looked down at the blankets in his hands with confusion in his eyes. Had it all been a dream or...?
Xal eased out of bed, stretching his arms wide overhead as he tried to make up his mind. On one hand, if it hadn't been a dream, then he probably needed to have a talk with the men who had been on guard duty last night. At the same time, if it hadn't been a dream, then he didn't want to have a talk with the men who had been on guard duty last night. And if it had been a dream, then everyone would think the Prince was going a little crazy.
When Xal opened the door a moment later, he was entirely unsurprised to see Anna waiting for him on the other side, a cup of tea in one hand and a plate of roasted venison in the other.
“I see the foragers got lucky,” Xal said as he scooped up a piece of hot meat. It was a bit tough to chew, but the taste was absolutely wonderful, especially when compared to the trail rations they had been living off of for the past few weeks.
“Soma brought in a pair of bucks,” Anna replied. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “By herself, I might add. One of her left shoulder, one over her right. They must have outweighed her by oh, about three hundred pounds combined. Quite the sight, I am told. You would not, by any chance, happen to know how she can suddenly do this, would you?”
“Ah.” Xal snagged the largest piece of meat he could see and quickly popped it into his mouth, chewing loudly to blatantly disguise his need to think of an answer. The problem being that Anna was pretty much his second in command at this point. There was no way it was ever going to be possible to disguise the fact that he had different women trooping in and out of his bed, but at the same time she was still clutching to the sense of propriety that had been instilled in her at court. So he needed to be honest with her, but at the same time avoid making it seem too crude. So, in time honored tradition, he decided to pass the responsibility along. “I blessed her in the name of the Goddess.”
Silence counted off the seconds as Xal watched Anna try to process this. When she finally thought of something to say, it came out as a flat, “What.”
Xal shrugged. “I asked the Goddess for aid in our war, but she told me she was limited in what support she could actually grant us. She could bless me easily enough, and then I could share the blessing with others. But, for certain metaphysical reasons that you'd have to ask Her to explain, as I didn't entirely understand them myself, I can only really pass it along to women. Through a particularly physical ritual. Er, Holy Coitus to be exact.”
“Holy Coitus.”
Xal nodded. “Apparently the ritual requires a bit of a...specific kind of connection be established in order for me to pass the Blessing along. And it seems the Gods got kind of lazy in that department, and rather than create something new decided to simply use what was already laying around. So the only way for me to pass on the blessing is through sex. Which means I can only pass it on to women.”
Anna frowned as she considered this new information. “Where are you supposed to find the time? Did she miss the fact that we are in the middle of a war?”
“That's what I said!” Xal shook his head. “I'm just going to have to figure something out.”
“Well, I will see what I can do,” Anna said, still frowning. “I mean, this is going to have all sorts of implications when it comes to your family's dynasty. Do we give a marriage to the first woman you get pregnant? That would be throwing away a major card to be playing with the other kingdoms. On the other hand, we cannot have you running around getting a reputation for spawning bastards, either.”
“Trust me, I had the same thoughts,” Xal said with a sigh. “I even brought that up with the Goddess, if not quite the same way. She thinks its a bit of a good thing, though. Apparently if I go around impregnating half of my soldiers then there will be plenty of 'heirs' for Her to draw on the next time something like this happens. Of course, how these women are suppose to fight with a baby in their bellies was a point that went neglected.”
Anna's sigh matched his own. “Well, I will just have to see what I can do. I am sure I can work something into your schedule. I assume you have already been with Soma then?”
Xal nodded. “And Cecily, I think.”
“Cecily?” Anna's nose scrunched as she tried to place a face to the unfamiliar name. “You mean the woman who was discovered in the temple? Why? And what do you mean, 'you think'?”
“Well, I think she came into my room last night,” Xal whispered. “But if she did, she would have to have gotten past the guards. And she wasn't there when I woke up. So there's a chance that it was all inside my head.”
Anna's frown deepened. “I don't know what to make of that.”
“Neither do I,” Xal admitted, still whispering. “If it was real, then she said something about it being part of her duties. Though from what I could gather during our conversation in the altar room, she's definitely on our side. I don't think that we have anything to worry about by her.”
“Be that as it may,” Anna said. She shook her head as if to dismiss the conversation from her mind. “The scouts also reported in last night. There is a dragonewt force coming in from the east, and a troop of bandits coming in from the west. If their timing is right, both forces should get here at about the same time.”
“More proof the two are working together,” the Prince growled. “As if we needed it. The troops are ready?”
Anna nodded. “Yes, the officers have already started mustering them into formation, and Eunice has started lining up his followers.”
“All right, then I will be right there,” Xal said as he snagged one last piece of meat. Breakfast had taken enough time, but if he was lucky then maybe lunch could be a lazier affair.
Confusion dominated the area in front of the temple as the Prince stepped outside. The Cervalian troops had lined up to the west, while Eunice's irregulars had lined up to the east. Soma and her archers had staked out the ground and steps of the temple between them, allowing them to cover either flank of the coming fight.
“What news?” Xal asked as he stepped up next to Crave. The mercenary lieutenant was a fairly new addition to the budding army, but had quickly taken to regular forces and they to him. He'd been assigned to one of the scouting teams, and was now responsible for gathering the bulk of the information on their enemies. Almost of the same age as the Prince, his blonde hair and blue eyes made him look like a storybook hero who had stepped out of the page to save them all from doom and damnation. Tt was obvious the other soldier would have much more preferred to be included in the front line units, but for the moment hadn't actually complained about his assigned role.
“The dragonewts have split their forces.” Crave thumped his chest in salute as he replied. It obviously hadn't been something that had been expected of him as a mercenary, as it was sloppy compared to the crisp form of the royal troops, but it was a key part of him trying to fit in. “One force has swung wide to hit us from the south, while the other will continue on to us from the east. Its more than just the usual goblins though, sir. They've got dire wolves with them, and Jaz thinks he spotted a troll.”
Xal swore. “A troll? He's sure?”
Trolls were larger than their goblin cousins, and in this case size really did matter. Usually around ten feet tall and weighing in at several hundred pounds, trolls were closer to self-mobile siege weapons than actual troops. A single swipe from one of their massive clubs would be enough to smash through the palisade walls, let alone the front doors of the temple. The usual method for dealing with the oversized monsters was half a dozen mages perched well out its reach so that they could rain down fire on it until it was well and truly dead.
Unfortunately, mages happened to be in short supply at the moment.
“Well, we'll figure something out,” Xal said as he clapped Crave on the shoulder. 'Hopefully the Goddess's blessing will be enough.' “What news on the bandits?”
“Nothing new, there,” Crave said with a smile. “Our scouts have been skirmishing with theirs for the past few hours. They keep trying to sneak past out lines, but so far they haven't had much luck. They'll arrive when the dragonewts want them to, but I think the bandits are in this more for the money. They'll try to hit the temple while the bulk of the forces have the dragonewts engaged.”
“Well, it will be your ob to help keep them off of the irregulars then.”
Crave frowned. “Are you sure they'll be able to hold?”
The Prince nodded. “Eunice and his men have gotten us this far. I am sure they won't let us down now, especially if you're right about the rest of the tribes only doing it for what they can get their hands on. We're offering far better loot at the end of this, after all.”
“You're going to let Eunice and his men loot the capital?!” Crave was shocked both by the Prince's admission and how casually he made it.
“Why not?” Xal countered. “By the time we get there, the dragonewts will already have done a wonderful job of smashing the place up, and there's always been more things running around the castle than my family has ever really needed. Oh, don't give me that look!” Xal scowled when Crave's jaw dropped to add to his look of shock. “Its not like I'm going to let them just go pillage the bakery on the corner! Everything they take will come out of the royal coffers one way or another, just as everyone else who is going to get paid for this. As a mercenary I'd expect you to understand all this.”
“Huh.” Crave scratched his chin as he considered his answer. “I suppose when you put it like that, it does make a certain sort of sense. Even if it does seem a little nuts to let barbarians walk off with the throne.”
Xal's eyes rolled so hard they nearly escaped his skull to go bouncing down the hill. “Get off it, Crave. How many of them do you really think are going to survive till the end of the war? Not a single one of them is wearing armor of any sort, and Alissa's healing talents only go so far! Its not like she patch a severed head back on to the stump of an idiot's neck, or resurrect a man who's had his heart torn out by gargoyles. By the time we get to the capital, I'd be surprised if we still have Eunice!”
“Do you really think it will be that bad?”
The Prince nodded. “They went through the army like it was made of water. We still haven't gotten word from the northern forts, so I'm not holding out much hope for them. I'm not saying that we're going to lose, that the other side is indefeatable. We're going to win. But it isn't going to be easy, and I fully expect us to take some losses along the way. We're just going to have to suck it up and accept that.”
Their conversation was interrupted by a shout. “Goblins to the south!”
“I suppose that's my cue,” Xal said as he clapped Crave on the shoulder once again. “Keep our backs covered.”
Xal barely had time to make it to where Eunice and his men were waiting before the goblins were upon them. The bulk of the attacking force was on one of the paths leading to the temple, but more came pouring out from between the trees to either side of the main body.
“Ready, Eunice?”
“As the lark waiting for the morning sun,” the berserker replied with a smile. He hefted his massive axe up to his shoulder, his fingers tightening around the haft worn smooth from use. “There's more of them, this time.”
“Just means the burn pits will have to be a little deeper,” Xal answered calmly. There were more of them, this time. He counted at least fifty, and that wasn't taking into consideration any that were hidden by the trees. He drew his sword and waited.
The good news was that the goblins hadn't learned any new tactics in the past few days. They threw themselves at the temple's defenders in a wave of flesh and blades, only to be met by a storm of arrows. The first rank of attackers crumpled as their bodies turned into bloody pincushions, tripping up those charging on their heels. A second flight went up, but the goblins recovered quickly, scampering over those on the ground or jumping them with long, running lopes.
Eunice let out a roar as the first goblins came within striking distance, so loud that it hurt the Prince's ears. His axe flashed as he bisected the first of his victim, cleaving through the goblin from where its shoulder joined its neck on through its hip and out between its legs. Blue blood came pouring out to soak the ground as both halves of the body flopped to the ground.
“FOR CERVAL!” Xal screamed as he slashed at his own opponent. The goblin was quicker then its fellow, and rolled under the cut, forcing him back with a slash at his knees.
'You still haven't gotten that codpiece, you know,' the dark voice reminded him.
'Shut up!' Xal mentally hissed as he struggled to keep his balance. The goblin was crouched low, and kept swinging for his ankles, treating the Prince like a tree needing to be felled. One lucky blow would be all it took to bring the Prince down to its level, and then it would be all over. Xal twisted away from one slash and parried another, looking for any opening to retaliate. He finally got his chance when the monster over extended on a stab to his thigh, leaving it wide open for a boot to the face. Bone crunched and blood flew as Xal's steel boot punched through the thin skull to end somewhere in the middle of the creature's brain.
Of course, that only meant that Xal was then forced to stand around with his foot half wedged in the goblin's head. He stamped down hard as he tried to free himself, but the goblins left him no time to correct. Another leapt for his face, only to be swatted aside by a gauntleted fist. Arrows came down steadily, but the goblins were too close for the sort of mass salvo that had slaughtered their front line. The archers needed to pick and choose their shots carefully, and even then they were limited only to those monsters not yet engaged. Even Soma, with her amazing accuracy and miraculous new sight, was finding it impossible to give Xal any sort of cover fire.
One of the barbarians crumpled to his knees, crimson spilling over his lips as a goblin pulled its blade out of his lungs. He might have lived had he gotten immediate attention, but the sword plunged back into his heart, joined by three more as the goblin's fellows piled on for the kill.
“Circle up!” Xal yelled as he hacked at the goblins trying to pour through the newly opened breach. The barbarians struggled to respond to his command. They had never been trained to fight in formation, and to make matters worse the goblins were dodging between them, trying to keep the humans from bunching up. Horns blew off in the distance, announcing the arrival of the bandit forces, and with them went any hope of reinforcements. Even the flights of arrows slacked off, as the archers found themselves forced to split their attention between the two engagements.
Howls rose up from the trees, echoed by the joyous shrieks of the surviving goblins. Half a dozen dire wolves, each the size of a small pony, their fur ashen white, came racing out of the trees and launched themselves into the fray. Xal watched as another barbarian went down, his throat torn out by the long fangs of one of the dire wolves. The beast crouched over the man's corpse, worrying at his chest as it tried to pry open his ribs and get to the soft organs trapped inside. Bones cracked and gore flew, until Eunice took advantage of the beast's distraction and decapitated it with a single swipe of his axe. The berserker was already soaked red and blue with blood, making it impossible to tell whether he had taken any wounds. If he had, they didn't seem to be slowing him down any.
The death of the dire wolf seemed to bring a change to the fight. Two more fell under an avalanche of blows, hemmed in on all sides by enraged barbarians. Xal managed to slit the throat of a fourth after dancing with it for several moments, and the archers accounted for the fifth. It was impossible to tell which of the dozen shafts had been the death blow. The remaining dire wolf howled as saw its fellows cut down, then turned and raced back to the trees. The goblins' cries of victory quickly turned to shouts of horror as the remaining barbarians smashed into them, fully possessed by a mad blood lust that could only be sated by absolutely crushing their enemies.
Xal watched them go with a smile. The horns were continuing to blow on the other side on the other side of the clearing, but they were strong sounds, well organized. The battle with the bandits was clearly well in hand. Everything seemed to be going almost exactly according to plan.
Which is exactly when the troll arrived.
It was larger than Xal had imagined, fifteen feet if an inch. Its legs were thick as the temple's supporting columns, and the club it carried looked like it had simply uprooted the nearest tree and then shoved a few spiked chunks of metal through the trunk just because it could. Its roar was like standing next to an avalanche, and its first bellowed challenge sent half the barbarians running in fear. It stomped through the fleeing goblins, carelessly crushing several as it thundered down the road. Eunice raised his axe as he ran full speed towards the troll, but a single swing of the monster's club folded his body in half, flinging the berserker away with the same contemptuous ease of a child getting rid of spoiled fruit.
That left Xal as the only remaining obstacle between the troll and the temple. The Prince gripped his sword with both hands, spreading his legs to brace for the attack. Surely the Goddess's blessing would give him the ability to overcome this threat!
'Either that, or this is about to become a very short war,' the dark voice whispered nervously.
Xal had no time for a retort, as the troll was already rearing up above him. It raised its club high, casting the world into shadow as it blocked out the sun. Xal let out a yell as he raised his sword to block the coming blow. The club slammed down with enough force to tear an armored gate from its hinges, but the Prince's arm never wavered. Steel bit into wood, and then Xal pushed the blow aside and slashed at the troll's neck. The monster's hide was tough as steel, but to Xal's blade it offered as much resistance as soggy paper. The troll roared in pain as the sword tore through muscle and bone with equal ease. Hot, thick blood splashed across Xal's face. The troll swung again, looking to take off the Prince's head this time, but Xal was already moving. The club went high over head as he rolled between the troll's legs. The sword licked out again, earning a fresh bellow of pain as it cut through the the troll's tendons. The troll stumbled as it lost control of its legs. It dropped its club as it fell forward on to its hands.
That was all the opening Xal needed.
“FOR CERVAL!” the Prince shouted as he brought his sword down with both hands, severing the troll's head from its body. Blood gushed from the stump as the head bounced across the grass. It came to a stop, looking back as the body it once belonged to slowly collapsed.
*
The celebration party lasted well into the night into the early hours of the morning. The temple stocks had been rather full of consecrated wine, odd considering the Goddess was a teetotaler. Still, she had no qualms about her mortal followers taking advantage. The wine was sour and strong, and a few glasses was all it took to get even the heaviest of the infantry well and truly snockered. The Prince indulged in a few cups, but was careful to be a bit cautions about how many strong spirits he imbibed, as it wouldn't do if he ended up wasted and proceeded to make a complete ass out of himself in front of the troops.
Eunice, on the other hand, seemed to have absolutely no compunctions about trying to down a barrel all on his own. He was carrying it over one shoulder, pouring the contents freely into a golden cup that had once served as part of the Mother's ritual set as he went from table to table to call out toasts to the dead.
“Here'sh to Volk!” The berserker half roared, half slurred as he reached his irregulars. He paused for a bout of hiccups before continuing. “He shmelt like the assh of a bunny and couldn't count to five ushing both handsh and feet, but he gave that dire wolf on helluva cashe of indigeshtion!”
Laughter echoed through the room as he moved on, and Xal noticed that even Anna was grinning over in her seat in the corner. The Prince carefully wormed his way through the celebrating crowd, passing where Soma and Cecily were heavily engaged in a drinking contest that would see them both sleeping under a table, so that he could stand next to his aide-de-camp. Anna's own cup was nearly full to the brim, but there wasn't a hint of color on her pale cheeks and her hands seemed remarkably steady.
“Having fun?” Xal asked over the thunder of the crowd. Before she could answer he leaned over and whispered, “Pretending to sip is one thing, but you might want to pour some out before Eunice realizes you're still on your first cup and tries to make you chug what's there.”
Anna's eyes widened in horror. “He would never!”
Xal nodded to where the berserker had started a group line dancing, with several of his tribesmen keep the beat by simply thumping a table with their fists. “Should I call him over and we can find out?”
Anna swatted her Prince on the thigh. “You would, too. No, that is quite all right, I think that is one particular experience I can do without.” She sighed and took a sip of her wine. Just a tiny sip, one that still didn't seem to lower the contents of the cups anyway. Anna looked up at Xal's smile and quickly, but discreetly, poured some of the wine on to the rushes covering the floor. The stalks immediately began to melt. “Better?”
“Much,” Xal replied as he pulled out the seat next to her, reversed it, and sat down so that the back of the chair was providing a chin rest. “It's good to see them laughing again.”
“It is,” Anna agreed. “I was thinking about what you said, earlier, about spreading the blessing, and the difficulties it is going to present.”
Xal took a cautious sip of his drink, but nodded for her to continue.
“So I went to speak to the Goddess. We have set up a schedule for you.”
It was at that moment Xal discovered that while sour wine might not be particularly fun to drink, having it come burning out of your nose was even worse. “You what?!”
“Well, what else was I supposed to do?” Anna politely ignored her Prince as he tried to wipe dry the front of his shirt. “Besides, it is Her temple and it is Her blessing. I decided that since I had questions, I might as well ask Aigis herself. Between the two of us we should be able to determine whether or not a woman is potentially suitable for your harem. We might not be able to schedule the battles in any predictable sort of way, but we can at least make sure that your bed is properly occupied.”
Xal's shoulders dropped as he heard the determination in her voice. “And I don't suppose that I get a say in this?”
Anna frowned. “Why would you? This is what is best for the kingdom.”
“Ah.” Xal took another sip, careful to swallow this time before shrugging and saying, “Well, when you put it that way.” He gulped the down the rest of the wine. It burned going down his throat, and kept burning when it got to his stomach. “When does this all start?”
“Tonight.”
Xal frowned. “Who?”
“Well, Aigis was very particular about this one...”
*
The temple's living quarters were joined together by a T-junction. The left hand path led to the room Xal had secured for himself. Instead the Prince headed to the right, where the Deacon's room lay. He knocked once on the door, then felt silly. He already knew he had permission to enter, that he was supposed to enter. Xal took a moment to gather himself, then pushed the door open.
The room on the other side of the doorway was much more spacious than the one he had taken, but for all that it still didn't seem quite that large to someone who had grown up in the vast halls and grand ballrooms of the capital. Short, stubby candles filled the sconces along the walls and chandeliers, filling the room a with a soft, cozy glow. Dominating the center of the room was a four post bed covered by a plain, dark blue canopy that looked like it might have doubled as an extra blanket on truly cold nights. The bed itself was otherwise unremarkable; it had been built for durability, not décor. A small shrine, also covered in candles, sat in the corner to the left of the bed, while to the right was a small chest of drawers and matching wardrobe. Last was a wool carpet, dyed the same dark blue as the canopy. If the Deacon had kept any private items in his chamber then they had either already been carried off by the gobins or disposed of by the soldiers when they cleared the temple.
Xal didn't notice any of this, however. Instead his attention was focused solely on the room's other occupant. Alissa sat perched on the edge of the bed with her hands folded politely in her lap. She had changed out of her bulky priestess's outfit and into something much less tame. The tunic she now wore had been cut from a clinging, sheer fabric that seemed to change between transparent and opaque with flicker of the candles' flames. It was joined in the middle by a plain cloth belt, but Alissa had forgone a knot in favor of a simple overhand twist, one that left the tunic comfortably loose and open in the middle.
The Prince found his eyes drawn to that gap as Alissa rose to meet him. Her breasts were high and firm, but large enough that they threatened to spill out of her tunic as she tilted forward in a strange mix between a bow and a curtsy. There was just the slightest hint of nerves in her voice as she greeted him. “My Lord.”
“My name is Xal, Alissa.” The Prince bit the top of his lip as he tried not to laugh at her awkward pose. Instead he just shook his head and gently pushed her back up right. “I think by this point you've patched me up enough that we can get along on a first name basis.”
“Yes, M-, I mean, yes, Xal.” Alissa blushed as she stammered through her words. Her breath caught at the back of her throat as she realized just how close the Prince was standing to her. Then her mouth went dry as he started to strip.
Alissa had seen him without his shirt on before, of course. But there was a difference between wrapping a man's chest in bandages and having that same man leave his shirt on your bedroom floor. Before he had been just one patient among many; that night he was hers. At that point it became a struggle not to help him with his pants. When they finally did come off...
'Oh, my,' Alissa thought as her eyes went wide. She had seen men naked before; that was just how things went when one did missionary work in the city. A naked and aroused man, however, was another story. The Sisters of Gelabas took a vow of celibacy that was supposed to last until death or marriage, and Alissa had joined the order young. Only an act of the Goddess could release a Sister from her vows, though that had been remarkably easy to come by. Heat began to fill Alissa's belly as she stared at the Prince's cock. It was beautiful! Long and thick, crisscrossed by fine blue veins like swirls through pale marble, and nestled in a thatch of short black curls.
Before she could touch it, however, the Prince had taken her chin in his hand and tilted her head up for a kiss. It was soft at first, barely brushing his lips against hers, but he slowly built up the pressure until he could feel her pushing back in response. Alissa barely noticed as he released her chin to slip his arms around her, not until he pulled her against him, wrapping his body around hers. His skin almost seemed to burn where it touched her, stretched across hard muscles that held her tight as he nipped at her lower lip with the edge of his teeth. For all that, there was something comforting about his strength, like being wrapped in a fuzzy blanket. Instinct replaced nerves as her own hands found his bare ass, squeezing and pulling him even closer. The feel of his cock pressing against her stomach, driving a hunger she had never experienced before.
The pair stumbled back towards the bed, unwilling to separate long enough to watch where they were going. They landed on the blankets in a tangle of limbs, too focused on exploring each other's body to bother with the covers. Alissa started rocking back and forth as she tried to rid herself of the tunic, but there wasn't enough room between the Prince and the bed. Then the Prince rolled them sideways so that she was on top, at which point the tunic went flying across the room to hang limply from the corner of the wardrobe.
Though he was on the bottom, the Prince was clearly in control. One hand cupped her ass while his legs crossed over hers, pinning her against him as his free hand spread the wet lips of her cunt and his tongue flicked across the tip of the breast hanging before his face. Her nipple hardened at his touch, until it was little more than a stiff little button sending out bursts of pleasure with each swipe of the Prince's tongue.
Alissa's knees began to tremble and felt her belly tighten as Xal's fingers probed the entrance to her sex. Even the lightest touch sent sparks dancing down her spine as he carefully stretched her wider, first with one finger, then two, until he finally had three whole fingers working slowly in and out of her slick tunnel. Each gasp and moan only seemed to encourage him to press deeper, feeling out her most sensitive spots with deliberate care. It was like dancing in the middle of a lightning storm, only she wanted to be struck by the bolts of ecstasy crashing through her.
Still, it wasn't enough. Her body was demanding more. It knew there was something missing, something it craved more than anything else. “Please,” she begged, even though she didn't know what she was pleading for.
Xal did, however, and was more than ready to give in to her demands. The hand on her ass pushed down as the other pulled his cock into position. He fumbled for a moment, as his hand shaking as his pulse raced. Alissa writhing on top of him wasn't helping either. Every time Xal thought he had things lined up she would over correct and twist away. He finally just grabbed her with both hands to hold her steady and, with a quick prayer to the Goddess for luck, thrust.
Perhaps the Goddess was listening, as Xal's cock sank easily into Alissa's waiting cunt. The priestess shuddered as he pushed up and into her while his hands pulled down on her hips. She was trapped between his hands and cock, but there was nowhere else she would rather be. Her body had found what it knew it was missing, that sense of fullness, of being complete. Then Xal began to move, stretching, filling, only to withdraw so that he could do it all over again a moment later. He deliberately kept the pace slow and steady, drawing out the moment for as long as he could.
Alissa's body seemed to melt as he moved beneath her, as if she no longer had any control over it. The trembling had built up to shaking, and the tightness in her belly had grown into a solid knot, yet the Prince was still keeping things slow. She moaned, she growled, her nails dug into his shoulder, but the pacing was relentless.
Then she began to roll her hips down to meet his, pushing back against each thrust. Something inside of her cried out, screaming that he was going in too deep, but she ignored it as a fresh burst of pleasure overwhelmed her. Xal's fingers dug into her ass as he sped up to match the rhythm she was now setting.
“Fuck, fuck!” Xal shouted as his orgasm hit. He had hoped to outlast Alissa, but the way she bounced up and down on him simply proved too much. That didn't stop him from continuing, even as the first burst of his seed blasted against her inner walls.
Alissa screamed as she felt his hot cum begin to fill her, but it was a primal, excited cry. Everything around her began to glow, and she could see the way the whole world was connected. Not just cause and effect, but where the individual threads of fate had been woven together. For the briefest of seconds it as if she could see the faces of the gods themselves. It was too much information to take in all at once, but her mind threw itself wide, determined to memorize as many of the patterns as she could. Then her own orgasm struck, tearing her away from that magnificent vision even as it filled her with inexplicable joy.
It passed a moment later, bringing with the semi-dreadful return of reality. The two lay there, gasping for breath, their sweaty bodies tangled together with all the sense of a Gordian knot. Alissa was the first to recover, now fueled by the Goddess's blessing. She leaned over and gave the Prince a hard kiss. “That was amazing,” she sighed a moment later. “When can we do it again?”

Omake
The door to the author's study shatters as Dorca smashes it open with her staff. The normally placid priestess is absolutely furious, her face red with rage as she waves a sheath of parchment at the author's face. "What the fuck?! I'm the one who drops at the end of this mission! You gave my scene to Alissa! How dare you!"
"Well, its just that I've decided not to include you in this story," the author replies calmly as he repeatedly hammers the silent alarm. Its a large red button about the size of a CD that's been helpfully labelled ALARM.
"And just why the hell not?"
"Because of those." The author points to the two...things attached to Dorca's chest. He is loathe to call them breasts. Breasts are fun, sexy things with a bit of bounce and sway. These are more mounds of flesh, bound to her chest only by the clothing she wears, lest they escape and continue their goal of devouring the world to add to their mass. "I can't write about those! They're obscene! Terrifying! Trying to make them sound sexy would be...would be... Fuck if I know! Everyone;s got kinks, but heaven help the man or woman whose got a kink for those!"
Dorca stares open mouth for a moment before snarling, "Are you saying I can't be in this because I have big breasts? Shapist pig!"
"Oh, for fucks sake woman! You have jiggle physics!"
"So what? Ivy has jiggle physics. Kasumi has jiggle physics. Bayonetta has jiggle physics. Lots of videogame characters do!"
"Yes, but none of them are sixteen bit sprites!"
Dorca lets out an incoherent shriek of rage as she leaps at the author's throat, only to be caught in midair by two nameless heavy armors. They begin to drag her away as she continues to swear and rant and rave, getting in one last parting shot. "You haven't heard the last of this!"
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