I drew a pair of daggers and ghosted to the entrance. “I’m on point.”
Seamus nodded.
“Stay here,” Fiona told Kelmam. “Protect Viora.”
“With my life,” Kelmam nodded.
“Let’s go,” I grinned. “I do love gutting warlocks.”
I slipped into the cave, Seamus and Fiona behind me. After a year of danger and adventure, it still hadn’t grown dull. My heart thudded in anticipation of the fight. This Biomancer had no idea who we was dealing with. Fiona’s magic, Seamus’s sword, and my agility would see him undone.
The cave grew darker as the light from outside dwindled. Soon, only the red glow from Seamus’s sword painted the way. The cave twisted and turned, folding in and back on its self as it worked deeper into the mountains. The air was damp and the floor slick. Water trickled down the walls or dripped from the ceiling. My eyes were keen, searching for any sounds while my eyes sought out the minutest signs of traps.
None.
Where was the fun and challenge if this Biomancer didn’t even bother setting up obstacles for us to defeat?
I paused at a bend. “I hear a voice ahead. A man.”
“Just a man?” asked Seamus.
I nodded and kept pressing forward. My stomach twisted. If the Biomancer didn’t want to defend himself, then I would be glad to sink my dagger in his back and be done with his foul magic. A light spilled around the corner, green and wavering.
I peered around the edge. A green fire burned, lighting up a room covered in tables with strange liquids in vials and containers. Other, smaller flames, burned on the tables. Glass containers boiled over the flames, the smoke collected by a series of glass tubes—alchemy.
Standing before one of the tables was a ebony-skinned Halanian, his head shaved, and a dark-green robe covering a strong body. He muttered over one of the vials and a puff of red smoke rose from it. He smiled, and tipped the contents into one of the boiling containers.
Then the Biomancer turned and smiled at me. “Welcome, welcome.”
“Surprise blown, charge him,” snarled Seamus.
I burst out around the corner and threw my throwing dagger at the Biomancer. Behind me, chainmail rattled and boots thudded. My dagger soared through the air right for the man’s throat. The Biomancer didn’t flinch.
The dagger stopped in midair then fell to the rock floor with a loud clatter.
Seamus charged past me, his red sword clutched in hand. He let out a wordless roar. I was on his heels, Fiona racing at my side, her hands holding up the hem of her white robe. The Biomancer pulled out a vial from the pocket of his robes filled with a clear liquid and drank it.
My muscles froze. I tried to gasp in shock, but I was completely paralyzed. I crashed onto the ground. Pain flared as I tumbled across the floor. Fiona fell beside me and Seamus struck the ground with a mighty clatter.
“The pussy juices of a dryad are remarkable for working life magic,” the Biomancer said, his voice cultured, educated. “I made sure to collect a few vials when I dominated the dryad.” He stopped before Seamus. “So this is why Viora escaped. I should have expected the Triad to come calling, but you are here now.”
“Play, Master?” a woman purred from behind me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched a woman slither down the wall. Her torso was that of a naked, Hazian girl, her breasts bouncing as she moved, but her lower half was a mass of thick, purple tentacles, each lined on the bottom with suction cups that gripped the wall.
That must be what an octopus was.
“Enjoy the women,” grinned the Biomancer. “I do love watching you play, Felyia.”
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Seamus
I raged inside as the Biomancer stopped before me. I lay awkwardly on my side, frozen with my right arm extended, holding my sword. I fought against the magic gripping my limbs, struggling to move even an inch. I wanted to speak, but my tongue, jaw, and lips refused to act.
“You are a strapping warrior,” the Biomancer said. “More than a match for Kelmam, yes? It was a mistake to use him to retrieve Viora. I did not realize how much he cared for the girl. Love diminishes the efficacy of domination magic.” The Biomancer touched me and suddenly—
My thoughts went blank. My body still.
“If I were to tell you to kill those two women with you, I imagined you would balk.”
For a moment, the impulse to kill my wives slammed into my love for them. It warred inside of me. I let out a strangled groan.
“Yes, yes,” sighed the Biomancer. “Powerful emotions always make mind control harder. But you don’t love Viora. Go and fetch her. Don’t let anything stop you.”
I stood up immediately and turned, striding past my women as the strange tentacle girl wrapped her purple appendages about their body. I moved with purpose. I had to retrieve Viora. My armor clinked and my boots rang as I left my wives behind.
I retraced the steps, guided by my burning sword. My thoughts were clear of all but my purpose. It was relaxing. There was no fear or concern. I didn’t have to worry about my wife’s safety. I didn’t have to wonder what danger lurked around the corner.
None of that mattered.
Only fetching Viora.
The light from outside grew brighter. My steps quickened. My boots scraped across the damp floor. Every step was sure. I moved with purpose. I focused on my task. Kelmam would object to me taking the girl.
My sword would solve that problem.
My chainmail clinked and jiggled as I reached the entrance. I stepped out of the cave, wincing at the bright sun stabbing into my eyes. The world went white for a moment. I raised my freehand against the sun, struggling to get my bearings.
“Seamus,” Viora called out. “You’ve returned so soon.”
“Is it finished?” asked Kelmam. “Is the bastard dead and my sister free.”
The brightness faded, leaving a bright blur across my eyes. I turned my head in the direction of the words. Kelmam stood on his four legs, his arms folded before him. Viora straddled his back, her dark hair falling about her dusky face as she peered out to stare at me.
I gripped my hand on the sword and marched towards them.
“What is wrong?” Kelmam answered. “Speak, friend.”
I didn’t see the point in speaking. It wouldn’t help me with my mission. I strode boldly up to the monster and stabbed my sword right into Kelmam’s guts. Blood fountained, cascading down his dusky muscles to the golden fur of his lower half. He let out a moan of pain, and then collapsed on the ground, spilling Viora off his back.
“What,” he growled. “No, he’s fallen under the Biomancer’s control. Run, Viora.”
Viora struggled to get up, but her leg was pinned beneath her monstrous lover. She scrabbled as I walked around the brute. Kelmam growled through the pain and swung a paw at my leg. I slashed his sword and badly cut the leg.
“No,” Kelmam snarled as I seized Viora by the arm and hauled her out from beneath Kelmam’s bulk. “Let her go. You have to fight his powers.”
Viora hissed and kicked, her small fists beating against my chainmail coat. She tried to dig her feet into the grass, but I was too strong and she was light. I jerked her after me, keeping a strong grip and ignoring her feeble blows.
I had to accomplish the Biomancer’s commands and complete my mission.
“No, stop this, Seamus,” Viora cried, her fists drumming on my back and rattling my chainmail. It was annoying, but not worth the effort of stopping her. “You killed him. Let me go.”
“Viora,” groaned Kelmam. “I’m sorry.”
“I’ll find a way to heal you,” Viora shouted. “Somehow.”
Then I hauled her into the darkness of the cave.
Her screams and pleas echoed down the tunnel. She went limp, forcing me to drag her. It slowed me down. I grit his teeth as I pulled the girl along. Her hands scrambled, seizing stalagmites and digging her fingers into any cracks to try and escape my grasp.
“Please, Seamus, you have to fight against the magic.”
Her words washed over me as I dragged her deep into the damp cave. I almost slipped as she struggled. I growled as I stumbled. I had to go even slower on the treacherous footing. If I hurt myself and she escaped, I would fail the Biomancer’s commands.
I would not fail.
“There has to be a way to break the magic,” moaned the girl. “Kelmam broke free of the spell when I…”
The girl stopped resisting. I almost was surprise, but that wouldn’t help my mission. She twisted in my grip and threw her arms around my neck. Her lips met mine. A hot surge of desire washed through me.
I shook my head, breaking from her kiss. “No…this won’t help…me obey…the commands.”
“I know you want me,” cooed Viora, her lips meeting mine again. They were so sweet. Why did I want to drag her…? Right, his commands.
I broke the kiss. “Stop that.”
“You want me, and I want you,” she purred, her hand pulling up my chainmail. “Mmm, don’t you want me? Don’t you want my body? My pussy?”
My dick throbbed suddenly hard. Her hand reached beneath the skirt of my mail to rub at my dick through my leather pants. I had boasted to the girl’s mother that I would fuck her. I wanted to keep my boast.
But what about my mission?
Did I have to bring her back right away? I just had to return her to the Biomancer. That was his command. I could indulge with her. Her hand did feel wonderful and her lips were hot on mine. I groaned into her kiss as I set my sword carefully down point first, leaning it against the wall.
My hands went around her. I slid down her simple dress to squeeze her ass. I dug into her flesh through her dress, savoring her kiss. Her fingers were deft. The laces of my pants were undone, and then her hand was inside touching my cock directly.
The soft hands of a young woman. My dick ached.
Viora broke the kiss and fell to her knees before me. She pulled my dick out of my leather pants as I peeled off my chainmail. It fell beside me in a loud clatter as her breath washed over the top of my dick. She licked her lips.
“Come on,” I told her, running my hand through her dark hair. “Open your mouth and suck. You’ll know what to do. That same hot blood of your mother runs through your veins.”
Her tongue licked out, swirling around the tip. I groaned. The need to carry her to the Biomancer grew weaker. I could enjoy this. He could wait. I leaned against the cave wall, the rocks damp and cool on my back, and savored her novice tongue.
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