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The OP MC 5 Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2021-02-06 13:40:02 +0000 UTC“Another round, Great One?” Adorno, the Mayor of Wyndvale, asked me with one arched eyebrow. He was a tall, lean figured man with dirty blond hair hanging to his shoulders, and we’d been partying for hours already. “My treat.”
“Sure.” I grinned. “Then I’ll get the next one.”
“I won’t argue.” Adorno grinned back as he pushed himself out of his chair and headed toward the bar where Elizabeth Surly, the tavern owner, wiped the counter down with a towel.
The girls and I were back in Wyndvale, the windy little mountain town between Bastianville and Arginold, and we’d taken a couple of days off from our traveling to rest and relax. It would be the last hot bath I could get before we arrived back home in Bastianville, and I wanted to make it count.
I stole a glance around the crowded tavern dining room, and I saw nothing but happy, drunk faces. Dom Surly, who owned the tavern with his wife, wiped off tables and collected empty mugs. Mrs. Worthy played her lute in the corner, and the sweet sounds of the music combined with the laughter and voices that filled the entire space. The merchant, Gryse Yavaro was still in town, and he danced drunkenly to the tune of the music on the far side of the room.
It was a happy scene, and a lot more wholesome than the one we arrived at the last time we visited Wyndvale.
The Duke of Arginold had sent mercenaries to the little village in search of me, and the assholes had already killed several townspeople by the time I arrived on the scene.
But I killed those bastards off, and the entire town had been nothing but grateful ever since.
I couldn’t help but care for these people, and I considered them my followers even though the holding belonged to the late Duke of Arginold. I knew my lovers felt the same way, though, since they’d shown their affection for Wyndvale in their own little ways.
Mahini had taken some time to discuss fortifications with the leader of the windy little town, and Elissa picked a bouquet of flowers for everyone in town, while Eva stuck to my side like glue and offered her assistance to everyone we met.
I made sure we all took some time to relax, though, since I knew there had been a few tense moments recently we all needed to process. We practiced with our weapons, cleaned all our gear and horse tack thoroughly, and let the horses free-range while we explored the area around the town.
It was like a mini-vacation, and I was enjoying every moment of it.
Hell, I’d enjoyed every minute I’d spent in this world so far.
I’d been working a dead-end tech support job at a call center when I’d laid my head down on my desk for a moment of shut-eye, but when my alarm went off with a loud chime, I woke up in a medieval fantasy world instead of at work. That was when I saw Rajin Thornheart and his troop of goons, and I soon learned they intended to kill me in order to steal my power. I had no idea what they were talking about at the time, but after I died a few times and popped up in the same spot as when I’d first woken up, I started to figure it out.
I couldn’t die.
Then I killed the evil sorcerer and his fourteen assholes before I’d made my way out of the catacombs where the bastard had summoned me. An inscription on the wall informed me I was the Great One of Legend, and I’d been summoned to return hope to the land.
I didn’t fully know what that meant yet, but I was taking advantage of some of the abilities I’d acquired. Not only could I never die, but I could also make save points and respawn back to them later. It was like I was in a real-life video game, and I held the controller.
Soon after I left the catacombs, I’d encountered a small town in need of my assistance. I’d helped them clear the goblins from their copper mine, and I’d defeated Lord Lucian and his small army single-handedly. After my interventions and efforts, the town of Addington dedicated itself to me, and it was renamed Bastianville in my honor.
Then I’d traveled across the kingdom of Sorreyal to the Duke of Bullard’s castle, and I went even further to the palace in Vallenwood to meet the king. I’d fought against kobolds, goblins, griffons, and dragons, but I’d come out on top every time.
Sorreyal was my playground, and I could do literally anything I wanted.
I was Sir Sebastian, Archduke of Bastianville, Slayer of Dragons, and the God of Time.
Or the God of Winning. Or the God of Death.
Whatever I was, I enjoyed it immensely, and this night in Wyndvale was no different.
“Cheers, Great One.” Mayor Adorno returned with two mugs brimming with a fermented beverage, and we clinked our glasses together before we both took heavy pulls from the rims.
“How long are we going to stay in Wyndvale?” Mahini asked in a casual tone as she sipped her own drink.
The former mercenary could have an air of calm about her and then kill a man in five seconds flat, so her casual tone made me chuckle. Her shoulder length obsidian hair was as straight as a blade’s edge, and her ice blue eyes could pierce armor like barbed-tipped arrows.
I’d won her favor, though, so her pale blue gaze was more often filled with love and adoration when directed toward me. The beautiful desert goddess was my blood bonded shield maiden, and I’d sworn myself to her in return, so I’d gotten to know her very well since I’d been summoned to this world.
“How long do you want to stay?” I arched one eyebrow at my desert goddess. “We can stay as long as you like.”
“I am anxious to get our cargo back to Bastianville,” the obsidian-haired beauty explained. “This town is lovely, but it doesn’t hold a candle to our home.”
“Don’t worry about our cargo,” I said in a reassuring tone. “Evangeline’s turn is almost over, and she can give you a full report of anything that happened around the wagon.”
“That will mean my turn is next,” my wife sighed from beside me. “I hate to leave such a nice party… The people of Wyndvale have been so very kind to us.”
The petite red-haired goddess flashed me one of her brilliant smiles, and her jewel-like emerald green eyes glittered in the dim light of the candles. Elissa was the daughter of Elrin, the Mayor of Bastianville, and I’d won her hand in marriage by defeating a bunch of goblins that had occupied the local copper mine. She’d been more than relieved when she’d walked down the aisle toward me instead of the man her father had originally promised her to, the Lord of Loserville himself, Lucian.
I was happy to have her by my side, and with her fiery temperament and enthusiasm for life, I was never short on entertainment and fun.
“It won’t be a long watch shift,” I promised my wife with a wink. “It will be my turn next, and I’m sure I’ll miss you too much to wait for my turn.”
“I will enjoy every minute with you until it is my turn to watch our… wagon,” Elissa said. “Who needs sleep when you’re married to a god?”
My wife had almost slipped out the word ‘treasure’, but I’d urged my women to keep our loot on the down low until we got back to Bastianville. The last thing we needed was to get robbed right after we rode away with our hard-earned gold.
I’d just left the city of Arginold where I’d pitted the duke against his own court wizard in a battle to the death, but the assholes deserved it after sending mercenaries and werewolves after me.
I’d killed every man who stood in my way, and I’d certainly taught the duke and his wizard a lesson, but the best part was getting away with the duke’s treasure. I’d emptied his treasury into a wagon and rode away from town with flames in the background and my women at my side.
I was still riding the high from the epic fall out of my scheme, and the party in Wyndvale was like icing on the cake.
“Why are you so protective of your wagon, Great One?” Adorno asked in a curious tone.
“I have some precious cargo on board that is intended for my hometown,” I explained in a vague tone. “The contents are sensitive, so the utmost care is required.”
“I see,” Adorno replied with an expression that said he absolutely did not understand.
“What’s your main economy around here, Adorno?” I asked in an effort to change the subject. “Is there a local mine?”
“Our main trade is timber,” Wyndvale’s mayor explained, and his eyes brightened as he talked about his quaint little town. “There is a rare species of tree that grows on the slopes of the mountain. It is difficult to extract them, so they are valuable, but we’ve adapted to the area over the years, and we’re perfectly capable of felling even the most challenging of timber.”
“How much would a few logs of your special trees go for?” I asked as my interest was piqued. I could make a nice table, or some shelves, or anything else my imagination could conjure up. I wasn’t lacking in sources of timber in Bastianville, but having a rare wood would be cool.
“Fifty gold a log,” the mayor announced in a proud tone.
“I’d like to grab a couple before I leave town,” I said.
“We’d be more than happy to accomodate you, Great One,” the mayor replied as he inclined his head.
I’d succeeded in switching his focus off my wagon, and I let out a small breath of relief. I didn’t want to offend the mayor by not sharing my loot with his small town, but I wanted to save it all for Bastianville and the other holdings inside my territory, and buying a few pieces of his timber was the least I could do.
Then Evangeline walked into the tavern with her head held high, and her gray eyes lit up with joy when she spotted me from across the room. Her short, jagged blonde hair left her elegant neck and throat exposed, and her skintight leather armor left little to the imagination. Eva was the daughter of the Duke of Bullard, but she’d joined my party while I was battling Smiguel, the crimson dragon. The noble bred blonde was loyal and eager to please, and I knew I couldn’t live without her.
“My turn,” Elissa sighed as she pushed herself up from the table, and the redhead planted a quick kiss on my cheek before she turned to leave. “I’ll see you soon, husband.”
“I will come relieve you soon enough,” I said in a sympathetic tone.
My wife blew me a kiss and shot me a wink before she crossed the room to the entrance and disappeared from view.
“Want a drink?” I asked Evangeline as she took Elissa’s vacated spot at my side.
“I would love one.” Eva grinned, and she wrapped her hand around my arm. “But do not trouble yourself, Great One, I can get it.”
“Allow me,” Mrs. Surly said as she flourished a mug before the duke’s daughter.
“Perfect timing, Mrs. Surly,” I laughed. “Thank you.”
“Please, Great One, call me Elizabeth,” the tavern owner giggled, and she smoothed out the wrinkles of her apron in a self conscious manner.
“Then you must call me Bash,” I insisted. “It’s only fair.”
“Very well, Bash.” Elizabeth Surly blushed like a young girl, and the effect was adorable. “I will do my best.”
“That’s all I can ask.” I grinned. “Thank you for the wonderful service, Elizabeth.”
“I’m glad you enjoy our humble little town,” she replied, and then she swung the empty mugs from the table. She strode away without another word, and I chuckled to myself as I watched her depart.
“I should probably catch up,” Evangeline said with a mischievous twinkle in her gray eyes. “I fell behind during my watch.”
“Thank you for not drinking before then,” I laughed. “A good watchman, er, woman, is always vigilant.”
“I wasn’t about to let anything happen to our precious cargo.” Eva winked. “But I was eager to return to your side. You told stories of your adventures last time we visited Wyndvale, and I didn’t want to miss out on any of them this time either.”
“If you’re telling stories,” Adorno interjected. “Then we need to silence the music.”
“But I’ve really enjoyed listening to Chaz’s wife play,” I argued. “She’s gotten so much better since the last time we heard her lute.”
“I will have to pass on your compliments, Great One.” Adorno grinned proudly. “But we only have you with us for a short time, so I’d love to hear more tales of your adventures.”
“Yes, Great One,” another voice clamored, and I turned to see Chaz Worthy, the innkeeper grinning broadly at me. “Tell us a tale.”
“Hmm.” I scratched my chin as I thought about what story to tell. There were so many good tales I could share, but the girls and I had covered a lot of my experiences during our last visit. Then I had an idea, and a grin spread across my face. “So, it was a full moon…”
The residents of Wyndvale crowded closer around my table, and silence fell over the room. Mrs. Worthy tucked her lute into the corner, and she snuggled onto her husband’s lap as he wrapped his arms around her. All around me were wide eyes staring in rapt fascination, and everyone held their breath as I started my story.
I told the tale of my encounter with the werewolves the wizard Racine had sent to kill me, and I elicited a few shocked gasps from my dramatic rendition of the event. I paused at all the right moments to build up suspense, and I had everyone at the edges of their seats.
If only the townspeople knew how many respawns it had taken me to defeat the horde without getting a scratch on me.
When I mentioned how Eva, Elissa, and Mahini had helped me, the townspeople gasped even more. While it wasn’t unheard of for women to fight in this world, it still seemed to be uncommon enough to cause a strong reaction.
I drank while I talked, and by the end of the tale I was feeling a strong buzz. I mimed the final slash of my blade to a soundtrack of ooh’s and ah’s, and then the room burst into a round of applause.
“Thank you, Great One!”
“You are so brave!”
“I can’t believe I met you in person!”
“Another story!”
“Yes, another story, Great One!”
I grinned sheepishly beneath their adoration, but my chest swelled with pride at the same time. I stood to make a bow, but I stumbled a little in my inebriated state.
Mahini was by my side in an instant, and the desert goddess slid my arm around her shoulders in one swift, smooth motion.
“Tanks,” I murmured drunkenly into her ear, but the wide grin never left my face. “You smell nice.”
Mahini smelled like oiled leather and flint, like sand and tropical flowers. She was a combination of rough and smooth that excited my senses.
“I think it’s time to get the Great One to bed,” Mahini informed the crowd to a chorus of boos and disappointed expressions.
“You heard the woman,” Evangeline said in a loud voice as she stepped forward and took my other arm.
“Alright, alright,” I mumbled while I nuzzled my nose into Mahini’s jet black locks. “I’ll go, but only because you two are coming with me.”
I was drunker than I first guessed, but I’d been so caught up in my own story I hadn’t noticed my mug being constantly refilled to the point that it seemed truly bottomless. Mrs. Surly had treated me right, that was for sure.
“You’re in no state to go anywhere else,” Eva teased.
The crowd parted and allowed us to make our way to the door, but I couldn’t help waving and saying goodbye to all the townspeople as we left. The two girls escorted me across the muddy path to the inn, and they helped me make the way up the stairs to our king bed suite. There was an attached bathroom with a tub big enough for me to actually stretch out in, so I was looking forward to sinking into the hot water.
The girls helped me run the tub full of water, and then they began to strip off my clothes. Mahini massaged my shoulders after she removed my shirt, and I melted into her touch. Eva slipped off my pants, and then she stood to plant a soft kiss upon my lips.
The combination of their two unique but delicious scents mixed with the soap they’d poured into the running water and created a heady aroma that left me feeling even more drunk.
“Thank you, ladies.” I slipped into the tub with a contented sigh, and I closed my eyes as I leaned my head against the rim.
“Enjoy your bath,” Mahini murmured.
“Call for us if you need anything,” Eva added.
Then the two girls left me alone in the bathroom to relax. It was one of my favorite things to do in this world since showers hadn’t been invented yet and running water was rare. I wondered if Wyndvale had a hot spring nearby or some other natural source of hot water since it seemed quite extravagant for a small mountain town to have.
I reminded myself to ask Adorno about it later, and I settled into my bath with my head clear of thoughts. I sat for a while, but I had no way of knowing how long, so I just pushed myself out of the tub when the water grew chilly.
My fingers and toes were all pruny, but I didn’t care. My buzz had abated enough for me to function on my own, so I quickly dried off with a towel left nearby and wrapped the fabric around my waist. Then I joined the girls in our room in search of some comfortable clothes.
It would be my turn to watch our treasure soon, and I wanted to be prepared.
“Thanks for sobering me up before my watch,” I said to the two women lounging on the king sized bed.
Eva and Mahini had been whispering about something together, but they both looked up when I entered the room. Mahini’s eyes widened as her piercing blue eyes scanned over my exposed chest and shoulders, and then her gaze lowered southward. Eva licked her lips, and her smoky gray eyes twinkled with desire, but neither of them said a word.
“I’ll get dressed,” I laughed. “Sorry for distracting you from your conversation with my godly bod.”
“Thank you,” Evangeline said with a completely serious expression.
“What were you two talking about, by the way?” I asked in an innocent voice as I rifled through my pack for a clean pair of clothes.
“It’s going to be a surprise,” Mahini informed me in a vague tone. “Don’t worry about it.”
I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, but the desert goddess merely shrugged.
Mahini wouldn’t say any more, and I knew her well enough to know not to press her further. She would tell me when she was ready. Evangeline, on the other hand may very well fold under pressure. I was still getting to know her to a degree. I supposed it would depend on how important the secret was, but I didn’t think she would be able to hide anything from me.
Whatever the surprise was, it seemed innocent enough, if the angelic expression on the two girls’ faces was any indication.
“In that case.” I smirked. “I will go relieve Elissa of her watch. Mahini, your turn will be next.”
“Of course, Great One.” The desert goddess inclined her head, and her ice blue eyes were full of amusement over her hidden secret. “It will be daylight before long anyway.”
“I hope your watch is uneventful,” Eva chirped as I waved goodbye to the two beautiful women.
“You two enjoy your secrets,” I teased.
I headed down the stairs, and I left the inn with a calm smile on my face. The girls were planning a surprise for me, and we’d be back home in Bastianville in a couple of days.
All was right in my world.
Then I trotted around to the back of the inn where the stables were located. My wife’s fiery red curls shone in the moonlight like the flames of a torch, and even in the darkness of predawn I could make out the silhouette of her sitting on the wagon’s bench with her mace at her side.
“Good evening,” I greeted in a low voice, and the beautiful redhead jumped with a gasp.
“Oh, Bash, you startled me,” Elissa giggled. “I thought I was about to fight off a burglar.”
“I’m sorry for scaring you,” I apologized. “But I’m glad you were so on guard. It means you did a good job keeping watch over our treasure.”
“I wasn’t about to let anything happen to our precious loot.” Elissa grinned. “You can count on me, Bash.”
“I know I can.” I smiled back at my wife. “Although, I’d love to see someone try to get our loot while you were on watch. You’d show them how you earned the nickname Skullcrusher.”
“My trusty crusher here has yet to fail me.” My wife patted the mace situated at her side lovingly, and she flashed me a brilliant smile.
The tiny goddess had earned the nickname ‘Skullcrusher’ while she, Mahini, and I had cleared the burial sanctum located near Lake Balerno. She’d thrown massive rocks onto the heads of undead skeletons and zombies, and the attack ended in a satisfying crunch sound. Mahini had quickly given the redhead her alias, and the fiery young woman had lived up to it at every occasion.
“You can go upstairs and go to sleep now,” I said with a sympathetic smile. “I’m sure you’re exhausted.”
“I’m actually not that tired.” Elissa shrugged. “Can I sit with you for a bit?”
“Of course, Lissy.” I grinned, and then I climbed up to the bench of the wagon to sit beside her. “It will be nice to have some company.”
My wife cuddled up against my side as soon as I sat down, so I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and held her close against me. We sat like that in silence for a long time, and for a moment, I thought she’d fallen asleep.
“I’m so glad you arrived when you did,” Elissa said in a low, thoughtful voice. “There’s no way I would have been able to see so much of Sorreyal otherwise. I would have been stuck in Addington forever.”
My wife must be deep in her thoughts of an alternate future if she slipped and called the town by its old name. She’d been so excited to inform the king’s mapmakers of the name change, so it surprised me to hear her use the older terminology.
“I never want you to feel stuck with me.” I frowned. “You’re still my wife, but you’re a free woman. You’re allowed to do what you want.”
“I just want to be with you and make you happy.” Elissa grinned up at me with her emerald eyes full of adoration. “You’ve already freed me, Bash. What more could I ask for?”
“Having you makes me happy,” I replied, and I lowered my head down to press a soft, loving kiss upon her pretty lips.
Elissa’s lips parted beneath mine, and her tongue flicked out to graze across my teeth. I moaned into her mouth, and her fingers leapt to curl around my neck as the kiss deepened.
“Oh, Bash,” my wife gasped as she came up for air. “You make me feel such intense desire.”
“Good.” I gave her a devilish smirk before I began to nibble and suckle on her neck.
“Shouldn’t we stay vigilant?” she murmured as I traced lines from freckle to freckle with my tongue.
I made a new save point before we continued just in case something went south. I didn’t want to be caught unawares by anything while I focused on my wife.
“Nothing is going to happen tonight,” I assured her. “Besides, I want you.”
I caressed her arms with the back of my fingers in slow circles, and goosebumps erupted in the wake of my touch. Elissa’s emerald eyes filled with lust, and she licked her lips.
“I am yours,” my wife breathed, and she tossed back her flame colored mane to expose even more of her pale, freckled neck.
“Damn straight,” I growled, and I attacked her throat with tongue and teeth until she was moaning beneath my lips.
My hands roamed across her body, and I swept my fingers across her perky breasts until the nipples hardened beneath the leather of her armor.
“Fuck!” she gasped, and her fingers tightened against the back of my neck. “Oh, Bash, you make my skin feel like… like… lightning!”
“I could listen to you moan for an eternity,” I murmured as I began to pull at the straps of her armor.
The skimpy covering protected her important parts but little else, so it was a simple matter to remove it. I just had to undo a couple of straps, and then the whole thing fell from her shoulders.
“Oh, my!” Elissa giggled, and her hands leapt to cover her perfectly round tits. I love every part of her body, but her breasts were beyond perfect, and if she had lived on Earth, everyone probably would have thought they were fake.
But there were no silicon implants in this world, so her breasts were pure natural magic.
I stole a glance around, but there was nothing but shadows. The stables were on the backside of the inn, so we were protected from the random passing eyes. There was only one reason someone would come to this area of town, and that would be to get to our wagon.
If anyone caught us I would just reset back to my last save point, deal with the problem before it happened, and then take her to bed.
I liked the threat of being caught, though, so I was getting really turned on by my wife’s willingness to fool around on the wagon.
“No one is watching,” I said in a reassuring tone, and then I pushed her hands away so I could continue my ministrations lower.
“I don’t care if they are,” Elissa whispered with a mischievous twinkle in her emerald eyes. “They would see a happy wife getting pleasure by her husband. Everyone in Sorreyal knows I am yours and only yours.”
“I want to show you off to the entire world,” I said as my love for her filled my chest until it felt like it would burst.
“Show me a good time for right now,” she requested in a husky voice, and my cock throbbed in my pants in response.
“Absofuckinglutely,” I breathed, and then I scooped her up into my arms.
I hauled her onto my lap, and I seized her mouth in a passionate kiss while her fiery tendrils fanned down to conceal my face like curtains. Elissa ground her hips into mine, and the straps of her armor bunched up in between us uncomfortably.
“Give me a moment,” I said, and I sat her back down on her butt before I hopped out of the wagon.
Then I grabbed an extra canvas from the back, and I spread it out over the ground between the wagon and the stables. I could hear the faint nickers and neighs of the horses from inside the walls, and it was comforting to know our steeds were nearby.
I could almost make out the distinct sound of Goliath, my white warhorse, from among the other horses. He just sounded strong, and powerful, and I grinned proudly to myself before I turned back to the wagon and my wife.
“Come here,” I said, and I reached up a hand to help Elissa step down from the bench.
“Thanks,” she giggled as she leapt into my arms.
I caught her deftly, and I twirled her around like a princess before I laid her gently down upon the canvas. It crackled a little beneath the pressure of her body, but there was no one around to hear, so I wasn’t worried about making noise.
My wife could get a little loud, after all.
“You’re very welcome,” I murmured as I leaned over her, but then I took her exposed nipple into my mouth, and the tiny goddess gasped.
“I could get used to keeping watch,” she teased, and she arched her back to press her breasts closer to me. She craved my touch, and I knew she was ready for me, but I wanted to hear her gasp a couple more times before I claimed her completely.
“We’ll have to make it a tradition,” I said as I moved to her other nipple and continued my ministrations. I circled the red bud with my tongue until it hardened, and then I sucked it into my mouth with a voracious appetite.
“Ooooh, Bash,” Elissa moaned, and she tangled her fingers in my hair. “I want you soo bad.”
“How bad?” I asked as I lowered my hand to her well of pleasure to test her wetness.
My wife was dripping wet, and my fingers slid against the smooth skin of her mound like it was made of butter.
“I want to have your baby, Bash.” Elissa fixed me with a serious look, and then she began to pull at the strings of my pants. “That means you must plant your seed deep inside of me often so my womb fills up and creates new life.”
“Fuckkkk,” I growled. “I love when you talk about making a baby with me.”
My pants were the old fashioned kind that laced up in the front, so a moment later, she had them undone, and my hard cock jutted out before her. It angled toward her wet entrance like it had a homing device, and I flexed it until it bobbed against Elissa’s thigh.
“Mmm,” my wife moaned as her hips instinctively bucked in the direction of my throbbing tip. “Please, Bash… Please?”
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” I chuckled, and then I seized her nipple in my mouth while simultaneously sliding my cock past her slippery lower lips.
“Oh, fuck!” she gasped, and she threw her head backward as her nails dug into the muscles on my shoulders. “Deeper, Bash!”
“Yes, ma’am,” I murmured as I pulled out slowly, and then I thrust my entire length deep inside her in one swift swing of my hips.
“Yesss,” she growled in a husky voice full of desire. “Deeper…”
I placed her legs on my shoulders, grabbed her hips, and ground her onto me until I felt my tip rub against the opening to her womb.
Elissa began to shudder, and her legs twitched by my ears as a climax ripped through her body, but I didn’t relent until she was gripping the canvas beneath her in both of her fists.
“I want to feel you explode,” she requested, and her tongue darted out to moisten her dry lips. “Oh, Bash, I want your baby so bad…”
“You’re going to take it all, okay?” I growled as my own desire began to mount.
“Give me your seed,” she pleaded with big puppy dog eyes. “Explode deep inside me. I’m so fertile for your seed. My husband… my god.”
“I want to make you climax again,” I said with a devilish grin, and then I spread her legs just enough for me to fit my hand between her freckled thighs, and I caressed her node of pleasure while I rocked my hips. I thrust slow and steady while rubbing her clit, and it wasn’t long before my tiny goddess was panting with lust.
“Come for me, baby,” I murmured as I increased my pace until she was pushing her hips into me. “It will make me explode.”
Elissa’s hands clenched the canvas tightly, and her head was tossed back while her mouth hung open in a silent moan. The moonlight illuminated her pale, freckled skin, and her rosy nipples stood like testaments to our love.
She was beautiful, and the image alone almost made me lose my self control, but I held on until I got what I wanted.
“Ooooh, yesss,” she hissed as wetness poured from her entrance to coat my pulsating shaft.
She was close.
I leaned forward, which folded her in half like a pretzel, but she was flexible. Then I grabbed one of her nipples in my teeth, and that sent her over the edge. Her whole body began to convulse, and her legs spasmed against my chest.
I leaned back and rode out the waves of her orgasm with fast, deep thrusts until I felt like I was about to come undone.
“Lissy,” I murmured, and I tossed her legs to either side of my torso so I could reach her lips with mine. “I love you.”
I sealed our love with a kiss while I let go of my self control.
Stars exploded in my vision as my body shuddered, and I sprayed my load into Elissa’s wet tunnel until it overflowed onto the canvas and coated my still hard dick. I pumped a few more times, and a second spray of my seed exploded from me deep inside my wife. I held her close to me while her own shudders subsided, and after a few minutes, her breath returned to normal.
“That was amazing,” Elissa breathed, and her emerald eyes were still hazy with desire. “I’m so filled with you. You’re always so much fun.”
“You’re the fun one,” I pointed out. “I just get to enjoy you whenever I want.”
“Absofuckinglutely.” Elissa grinned.
“You’re amazing,” I laughed, and then I hugged her.
“No, you are,” she countered, and she flashed me a wink before she pulled her armor back on. “I am the luckiest girl in all of Sorreyal.”
“I’m the luckiest god,” I argued.
“You’re the only god,” she pointed out with a shrug. “At least as far as I’m concerned.”
“Alright, you got me there,” I laughed and scratched my beard.
“Looks like you two had fun,” Mahini’s voice said from the other side of the wagon, and Elissa and I both jumped.
“Mahini?” I pulled my pants on before I stood up, but I came face to face with the laughing pale blue eyes of the desert goddess.
“I came to relieve you,” she explained, and then her ice blue gaze flicked over my bare chest and half tied on pants. “But you already look very relieved.”
“Elissa stayed to keep me company during my watch,” I admitted with a sheepish grin.
“Wonderful.” The desert goddess’s lips curled up into a smile, but the teasing look never left her pale gaze. “Why don’t the two of you go get some sleep? I’m sure you’ll be more than ready for bed after the exercise you just had.”
“Alright, alright,” I chuckled. “You got me. Total burn.”
“Are you actually injured, Great One?” Mahini’s eyebrows furrowed with concern immediately.
“No, no, burn just means someone landed a good joke.” I shrugged. “It’s kind of a compliment.”
“Burn…” Elissa repeated in a thoughtful tone. “It makes it seem as though the joke could catch you on fire.”
“Fire is another way of saying good,” I said, and I laughed when they both just gave me confused looks. “Nevermind. There’s still tons of time to teach you girls all the words from my world, but for now, we’re still exploring yours.”
“I am more than happy to be by your side while you do,” Elissa said as she flashed me a bright smile.
“I would follow you anywhere,” Mahini said with vehement earnestness.
“Like I said,” I laughed. “Luckiest god ever.”
Mahini shook her head in amusement as she climbed up to the bench of the wagon. “Go on, you two. I’ve got it from here.”
“You don’t have to tell me more than twice,” Elissa said, and she took my hand in hers.
My normal sized fist dwarfed her petite digits, and her slender fingers looked incredibly dainty and fragile in my grasp.
“Time for bed.” I grinned as I squeezed her hand gently.
The two of us waved to Mahini before we made our way back inside the inn to our room. Evangeline was passed out on the far side, so the two of us curled up in the middle. Elissa laid her head on my chest and sighed contentedly, but a few moments later we were both asleep.
We left Wyndvale early the next morning, and even though I tried to sneak out without a big fuss being made, a few townspeople had risen early enough to see us off.
I’d hitched Goliath, my white warhorse, and Warrior, Mahini’s mule, to the wagon, and tied the two mares, Star and Lady, behind it. I piled a couple of the logs Wyndvale was famous for inside the wagon, and my mind was already racing over the possibilities to use them for. Then we tossed our packs on top of the canvas covering in the back that hid our loot from prying eyes, and we were off on the final leg of our journey.
It was time to go home.
We waved goodbye to Adorno and the other few people who had made their way to the edge of town to send us off, and then we focused our gaze on the road ahead. It wouldn’t take us long to complete the trip to Bastianville, but I wasn’t in any rush.
I had all the time in the world.
We travelled for a couple of days, and while the days were uneventful, the nights were full of love and baby-making with all of my women. I had everything my heart could desire, except maybe a castle of my very own.
I was an ambitious god, after all.
We ran into a few travellers, and the girls always kept their hands near their weapons until the people were out of sight, but they still gave everyone friendly smiles. We took turns holding the reins and steering the wagon, but for the most part the horses just stayed in a straight line, so it was easy work. It was more relaxing than riding on horseback, too, but I wouldn’t say that where Goliath could hear me.
The poor warhorse was already reluctant enough to be strapped together with the mule, but they seemed to become better friends with each passing day.
The temperature rose as we climbed down out of the mountains and returned to the valley surrounding Bastianville, and we all shed off layers of thicker clothing. The leaves on the trees shivered in the breeze, and the same wind tousled the hair of the three women sitting beside me. It felt like we left winter and returned to spring time, but I wasn’t complaining.
It was a nice change of pace after the dreary chill of Arginold. Everything about that town had been cold, from the color scheme to the people’s attitudes. The dreary gray stone had compounded the chill in the air, and it wasn’t surprising how many of the citizens looked depressed.
Soon, I knew the girls were ready for a break, so I looked for a good place to make camp. That’s when I spotted the pool of inviting water a little ways off the road. It was an inlet from the river, but it looked deep enough to swim in. Ferns framed the outside, and moss covered the banks, so I knew it would feel amazing on my bare feet.
It was like a perfect little grotto, and the urge to go swimming became too much for me to bear.
I made a new save point so I could reset back to this moment if I wanted to. All it would take was a thought, and then I would hear the chime in my ear that signaled a new respawn.
“Whoa, there, Goliath…” I pulled the wagon to a stop. “Now, who wants to go swimming? There’s a little pool of water over there that looks very inviting.”
“We are getting so close to Bastianville, though,” Mahini pointed out with a furrowed brow. “If we take too many breaks, we will only prolong our arrival.”
“I know what you’re going to say, husband,” Elissa interjected before I could even open my mouth. “We have all the time in the world.”
“She’s right.” Eva grinned. “We’re with the Great One of Legend. We can do what we want.”
“Even… skinny dipping?” I waggled my eyebrows at the three ladies at my side.
“What is… skinny dipping?” Mahini pronounced the words slowly like she was sipping wine, and the effect endeared her to me even more.
“That’s where you go swimming naked,” I explained in a patient tone, and I was ready to hear them reject my idea entirely.
“If that’s what you want,” Elissa giggled, and her cheeks flushed a pink hue. “You know I would do anything for you…”
“She’s not alone,” Evangeline purred, and her gray eyes twinkled with mischief. “I say we do it.”
“I… I will stay and guard the wagon,” Mahini said, and she lifted her chin with a determined air.
“You don’t want to go swimming with me?” I gave her a mock pouty face.
“Someone needs to guard our loot,” she pointed out, and she pressed her lips into a thin, stoic line.
Now, it was a challenge, and I always loved a good challenge.
“I think it would be super sexy if you did,” I informed her with another waggle of my eyebrows.
“I…” Mahini looked tormented. “I want you to find me attractive.”
“Then go with us,” I urged.
“Yes, please?” Elissa added as she clasped her hands beneath her dainty chin.
“It will be less fun without you,” Eva explained.
“I will think about it while I’m guarding the wagon,” the desert goddess said, and she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Oh, come on,” I teased, and I nudged her side with my elbow. “It will be safe for five minutes. Come enjoy the water with us, and try to relax, just for a little while?”
“If… that is your wish,” Mahini said in a reluctant voice, but her ice blue eyes danced with amusement. “I cannot deny you.”
“Now, that’s what I’m talking about.” I cackled like a maniac, and all three girls looked at me in confusion. “My life is fucking awesome.”
“Let us go,” Elissa said as she hopped down from the wagon. “Last one in the water is a spoiled egg.”
“I know that game,” I chuckled, and I leapt from the wagon to land right next to my wife. “Good luck.”
Then I took off running toward the grotto, and I began to peel off layers of armor and clothing as soon as I left the side of the road and entered the woods. I was naked by the time I hit the edge of the pool, but then I spotted Elissa’s fiery tendrils flying behind her like a flag of victory as she sailed past me.
She cackled like a mad woman as she dashed forward, and my cock twitched at the glorious sound of her laughter. I was crazy in love with all three of my women, and it was pretty amazing we accomplished anything besides sex. I suppose no one would blame me if I was the kind of god who spent all his time in the bedroom with the three hottest women in the realm.
“I win!” My wife ran straight into the water, but then she squealed and tried to jump out. “It’s chilly!”
“Don’t tell me that!” I laughed, but I didn’t hesitate as I made my way into the water. Elissa was right, it was pretty cold, but I trudged in anyway.
A moment later, a naked Mahini and Evangeline darted past me and into the water, and their squeals were a delight to my ears.
“So, who’s the spoiled egg?” Mahini asked as she bravely lowered herself into the water.
“You and Eva,” Elissa informed her with a shrug. “I beat Bash.”
“You mean the Great One allowed you to win,” Eva teased.
“Come now, ladies, let’s get along,” I chuckled.
“We are only playing, Great One,” Mahini said in a serious tone.
The three of them were certainly very different from each other, but they were all crazy about me, so they had that in common.
Mahini was a toned and tanned desert goddess whose stoic face was inscrutable to most, but I felt like I’d decoded the secrets of her head and heart, so she was an open book to me. Elissa was tiny, fiery, and freckled, and her zest for life kept me feeling enthusiastic for even the most mundane of tasks. Evangeline looked like a pale, soft-skinned noble who grew up a bit spoiled, but beneath that noble-bred exterior was a determined and energetic woman who was eager to conquer the world with me.
It was pretty incredible I’d won not only one, but all three of them. I wasn’t sure what the norms were in this world, but no one had screamed at me for having a polygamist lifestyle yet. I supposed being a man who always won made it hard to question my relationship choices, but the most surprising aspect was how much the girls loved each other.
Mahini and Elissa had practically insisted Evangeline join our party, and they’d opened their arms to the duke’s daughter almost immediately.
I was definitely a lucky man.
Or Archduke. Or God.
However the cake was sliced, the three women were devoted to me and only me, and I vowed to never take them for granted.
I shook my head to dispel my thoughts, and then I returned my focus to the three naked, wet women swimming around me.
We splashed and played in the water as the sun carved a path through the sky above the trees, and the sound of the girls’ laughter rang out through the forest like bird song.
It was perfect. Almost heavenly, and I wanted to live in that moment forever.
Then the sound of metal hitting the earth echoed across the space between us and the wagon.
“What was that?” Mahini’s head whipped around, and she narrowed her ice blue eyes suspiciously.
“I suppose it has been a minute since we’ve checked on our wagon,” I allowed in a low voice as I edged toward the bank. “Stay behind me.”
The three naked women climbed out of the pool of water, and they stood dripping wet and shivering behind me as we made our way back through the trees. The girls picked up their clothing on the way, and by the time we reached the road, we all had an armful of armor and clothes.
Mahini inhaled sharply by my side, and my gaze leapt to the wagon.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
Climbing on top of it were fucking goblins.
They were short creatures, maybe about three feet tall, but they were quite muscular for something their size. Their skin was mottled green and black, and they each wore a set of leather armor that wouldn’t fit a human body. Their hands were much longer than that of a man, with their branch-like fingers accounting for most of the length, and I bet their feet were the same.
Their faces were kind of squashed looking when compared to a human’s, with large black eyes, a huge carrot-like nose, and ears that were almost as long as my dagger’s blade.
There had to be at least twenty of them, and they were pulling back the canvas to reveal my treasure as we rushed toward them.
These little fuckers were about to find out what happens when you mess with the God of Time.
