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Chasing My Fiancée Across A Fantasy World - Chapter 13
🕑 Added 2025-07-28 17:53:03 +0000 UTCJohn slipped his money purse inside his buff coat as the crowds gathered along the high street to witness the parade of the hero’s party. John and the other Bobcats had come into Stravyenhoe that morning and heard about the parade from the town cryer. This was the easiest way to see for sure that Tricia was alive and who she was with. As people pressed in on him his eyes started to water and he lifted his fingers to his nose and pinched taking a few breaths before bringing the hand back down again.
As the parade got further delayed, he was glad that most people were staying at least a couple of feet away from him and his comrades. The young american turned his head to hear the sound of minstrels playing behind a group of acrobats prancing around and making the children laugh. Bursts of laughter punched through the low rumble of the crowd. John craned his neck to see the men doing somersaults and other tricks. Multi colored balls would arc into the air only to fall down again in a quick succession above the heads that obstructed his view. He cursed inwardly but smiled at Brideen who had a faint smile and nodded when he looked at her.
Then the crowd roared and people started to throw flowers into the middle of the street. Held aloft on a platform, supported by two dozen men, sat Tricia. She was flanked by Gunther and a fat older man wearing a long gold chain. The men carried the platform down the street while others banged gongs and blew trumpets. The older man had gold rings on each of his fingers, except for his thumbs. He looked out over the crowd with a smug grin. His hand waved barely an inch. Gunther actually looked down towards the people and waved his large hands. He caught a rose and waved in the direction it was thrown from. From time to time he would flex his muscles, generating a few catcalls and whistles amongst the roar of the crowd.
Tricia didn’t wave. She wore a white dress woven with gold and silver thread and looked down and smiled softly. Flowers tossed from the crowd landed at her feet and made a small pile. Her eyes were half closed and she seemed slightly pale.
“Tricia!” John screamed, waving his hand in the air wildly. He attempted to push through the crowd to get to the palanquin, but was held back by a wall of people doing the same thing. “Tricia," he yelled again. It’s me John! Tricia!!!” He continued to wave. Tricia stirred briefly, now looking up and around to his side of the street. He yelled until his voice became hoarse. Others started to chant her name, and soon the entire crowd chanted “Tricia! Tricia! Tricia!”
“Damn it!” He dropped his hand as the platform floated down the road back to the castle. Brideen put her hand on his back, and he flinched. Looking back at her he smiled and blushed. “Sorry! You scared me.”
Brideen laughed and looked at him with shimmering blue eyes. “Please John, the crowds will disperse and we can try to get an audience with her at the castle. There’s no point in trying to follow her now.”
John frowned for a brief moment, and then his mouth opened for a moment only to say nothing. Finally his shoulders slumped and he nodded. Brideen took his hand and led the rest of the Bobcats down an alley to their inn.
…
A beggar sat outside the main gate of Strayvenhoe castle with a small wooden bowl and a gnarled walking cane. She would thump the wooden bowl on the ground every second in a continuous rhythm. She stared into the darkening skies with rheumy eyes.
The clattering sound of coins rang out and the beggar howled in delight. “Thank you good sir, the world smiles on the kindness of good men.”
John gave a brief salute and continued walking with Brideen, who was his only companion on this trip to the castle.
“You keep that up John, and we’ll have no drinking money.” Brideen giggled.
John smirked as they reached the gate. “She looks like she could use a drink more than me.”
The gate itself had a door set in the center, and in that door had a shuttered small metal grate. John grasped the wrought iron knocker and slammed it down three times, the echo rang out across the square.
The grate cover swiped open and two beady eyes stared out. “Who goes?!”
“My name is John Shea. Tricia Mazzo, the saint of the morning’s parade, and I are engaged to be married. She was kidnapped and ended up in Gunther’s party. Please let me see her.”
“Heh, do you know how many people have come to me saying those same words?” The guard cackled.
“I don’t know? How many?”
“None, because no one but you is stupid enough to think that would work. No one is to see anyone from the hero’s party. Feck off or I’ll have you in the stocks faster than you can say ‘how’d you do.’”
“But!”
The grate slammed shut.
John was about to slam his hand against the door when Brideen stopped him.
She spun him around. “John, you’re smarter than that. I can’t have one of my people in jail. Not on my watch.”
“But they have her Brideen!” John pulled at his hair and stared at the cobblestones at her feet. “I’m so close!”
Brideen pulled his chin up and cupped his face. “Which means it’s not the time for silly mistakes. The hero’s party can’t stay holed up in there forever. They have to go out and kill the demon lord right? We’ll catch them then.”
“Lord knows what they’re….”
Brideen grabbed him by the lapels of his coat and shook him. “Do you think this kind of thinking is going to make things better John?! You’ll only worry yourself sick. Come back with me and we’ll go find the others and get a mission from the guild hall.”
“Just give me a minute OK?” He started to tremble. “Go on ahead and I’ll catch up.”
Brideen’s tough demeanor melted and she ran her fingers through his hair. “I’ll be there waiting. If you don’t come I’ll kick your ass.” Brideen turned around and walked towards the inn, looking over her shoulder but saying nothing.
John looked up at the tall castle in the center of the city and kicked the wall, sending up a cloud of stone dust. He focused on the castle keep, which had long pennants streaming from poles on top of it.
He heard a croaking voice. “Young man, if you truly wish to enter I can show you how.” The old beggar he had given coins to was now shuffling to him. She held herself up with the knobbly cane she carried. She extended a bony finger with a long fingernail, pointed straight at his heart. “But first tell me why.”
“My bride to be is somewhere in there, with the heroes party. I need to get her out of there so we can return to my homeland.”
“Don’t you think the world needs a saint such as her? It is said she has powerful healing magic.”
“That may be true, but I still have to see her.” He gritted his teeth. “I just need to be able to talk to her.”
“Come with me.” They walked into a labyrinth of alleyways and then came up to a dead end. “Now see here, this alley dead end is up against the castle wall. She patted the stone. “The castle guards and the city watches don’t cover this alley because it doesn’t belong to either jurisdiction for whatever reason. Probably can’t be bothered to look this far. Come here at midnight with a grappling hook and there is an easy way up to the duke’s apartments. Be careful though, there are plenty of patrols along the walls of the castle. You’ll be killed if you’re caught.”
“Thank you granny.” He smiled and pushed a silver into her hand before running back down the alleyway.
When he was gone, the old lady’s shape altered in the dark corridor, eventually forming the shape of a young woman covered in accessories and bangles. “The pleasure’s all mine.” She smiled. “Perhaps there is hope you can oust the new bitch from the party.”
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The paths along the castle’s roof were made of pounded lead sheets and John slipped once or twice in the driving rain. The castle's windows were now so close he could make out shapes in the windows of the stone tower. Earlier that night he sneaked out of his room’s window and was able to make it to the alleyway without Brideen or the others following him.
In the highest window of the keep he could see shadows moving across walls illuminated by firelight. He readied his grappling hook and threw it as high as he could. The sharp iron hook disappeared over the top and John tugged on it hard a few times. On the ground he left almost all of his equipment, except for his new sword. He heard a peal of thunder in the distance and he winced, the light and sound were close together.
The rope dangled past the high window. His gloved hands gripped the rope and he pulled himself up as fast as he could. His feet would find toe holds between the mossy stones of the castle. He ascended in the rain wearing nothing but black. John took a second to see if any patrols were around and saw the roof of the castle was devoid of life; he continued. Faint sounds above him became muffled words. Tricia, I am coming for you!
When he got to the window, he wedged a piton into a stone crevice and secured himself with a rope. He poked his head around the corner of the window to see. His mouth dropped open and his hands started to shake. The duke he saw in the parade was groping Tricia in front of Gunther. The old man had a nauseating grin on his face. Gunther seemed to make vain gestures but didn’t get out of his seat. John bared his teeth and balled his fist, winding it up behind him but stopped when he saw the look on Tricia’s face.
Her face smiled down at Gunther as if to taunt him. She then moaned and held the duke’s hands to her chest. When the duke exposed her breasts, breasts that he never saw before, tears started to well up in John’s eyes. He moved his free hand to his stomach and clenched it and sobbed, hanging against the keep’s wall. Another crack of thunder sounded off near him and he lost his grip on the rope. The piton bent in the stone and a chunk of mortar exploded under the strain of the metal pressing against it. He fell backwards stifling a scream. The adventurer felt weightless for a few moments when the tower fell away from him and he plummeted to the roof of the main castle building. John’s face relaxed and he exhaled in that freefall. He stopped crying and breathed evenly as the wind howled past his ears.
Before he reached the castle roof, he heard a ringing in his ear and felt some invisible force slowing him down. When he was inches away from the ground, this magical force relented and he hit the lead roof with a resounding thud. Above him stood a woman, soaked through from the rain. Bangles hung from her wrists and her hair was held back by a bandana. Around her waist was a finely patterned skirt. She dropped her hand holding a wand that had a fading blue glow.
She scowled at him. “What kind of rescue is that, asshole?”
John scrambled to get to his feet. His hands extended away from him with his palms down, he waved them slightly and muttered. “Let’s be calm about this. Hey. I know you! You're a member of the hero’s party! I saw you back in Dolono with the rest of them at the inn. My name is John Shea. What’s your name?”
“I’m Aneena. Anina Orsini.” she growled and dragged him to a dark recess of the castle roof. “You got up there fine, but why didn’t you bust in there and get your girl back!”
“The duke and Gunther were there. Gunther let the duke put his hands all over her. She…she looked like she was enjoying it.” He looked back up. “I should go back up there, maybe I can..”
“It’s too late, lover boy.” The witch pointed out pairs of soldiers now popping their heads up from parapets. “You had one chance and you blew it. We have to go now!” He gathered his things leaving the grappling hook, and she pulled him away from the keep and they raced along the slick roof back to the alley.
…
In the dark alleyway John slammed his back against the wall and sat on a crude wooden crate. His tears were gone but the frown on his face remained. Aneena folded her arms and stuck her hip to the side, looking down at him.
She sniffed. “You’re a pretty sorry excuse for an adventurer.”
“Well, I’ve just started only a couple of weeks ago.” He shrugged. “I think I’m doing pretty well considering the amount of time I’ve had. You… you must have been that old beggar woman. You must be a powerful witch. I must thank you for saving my life, but I have to ask. Why did you help me?”
“The hero’s party wants Gunther back. Tricia is Gunther’s little pet.”
“From what I saw the duke was about to make him a cuckold.”
Aneena pushed John against the wall. “That’s a lie! Gunther would never do such a thing! It’s that whore of a girlfriend you have!”
“Take that back!” He pushed her to the other side of the wall and pinned her there.
Aneena pouted. “What’s so great about her? What does she have that I don’t!?” She started to cry. “I can handle being a member of the hero’s party, but I’m not a golem. I have needs!” Her chest heaved, and rain spattered on her smooth pale skin. Her black eyes looked up at him. She started to blush and breathe heavily, but she didn’t look away.
“If Gunther can’t see what a beauty you are, then he’s blind.” He dove in and kissed her on the mouth. Aneena squirmed at first but then wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back. Both made low grunting voices as they made out in that dark alleyway. He pushed up her skirt and squeezed her ass. She groaned and bit his lip in response.
“How long has it been since he’s touched you?”
“Months.”
“You poor thing.” He flipped her around and bent her over another crate. She gasped before weakly trying to bat his hand away. He flipped up her skirt and spanked her ass. Squealing, she moved her hips in a small circular motion. He swatted again and the circles became larger and faster. He unbuttoned the fly to his pants and fished out his dick, already hard from this primal experience.
“No, you mustn't!”
“Aneena, you have the power to destroy me in a flash of fire.” He laughed. “Your body needs this. Let me help you.”
She mewled in response and gripped one of his free hands and started sucking on his fingers. Her ass arced up, rain drops hitting it and sliding down her meaty thighs. John took his wang and pushed aside her thin cotton panties. She was drenched inside and out. The warm folds of her vagina caressed his dick as he plunged into her depths. Her response was a gasp followed by a moan, her hips were moving onto him in full circular grinding.
He started to fuck her roughly. The crate rocked slightly at each slamming thrust. Aneena moans were muffled by the pouring rain and thunder. As he fucked her mercilessly he looked back up at the tower. Firelight still escaped the window. He grimaced and looked back at Aneena’s writhing, prostrate body. He pistoned faster.
“Take my cock Aneena. I’m claiming you.” He growled.
“No, I’m Gunther’s only.”
“Gunther is a wimp who can’t satisfy his women. Months!? Take my hard prick and enjoy!” He slammed her hard and pulled her head back with her long black hair.
“Aaarrgh.” She started to shudder on the crate, her leg wagged violently. The wetness on his crotch started to feel warm as she squirted.
“Who fucks you harder?”
“...mmmpph…”
“Say it!” The box started to creak from the beating it was taking.
“You do!” She pushed him off and flipped around and spread her legs in the air. “I want to see the face of my new lover. He slid into her again in a smooth fluid motion and her bare legs wrapped around him. He snaked his tongue down her throat while his hips rocked into her. After a while, the wind and rain started to die down and John felt their cover might be lost.
“I’m getting close, Aneena.”
She clung onto him and locked her legs. “Inside….aaaaahhhhh!”
John’s head reared back and he grunted as he tried to jam every last inch of his dick inside her tightening cunt. He stood on his toes as torrents of cum burst from his glans and painted the walls of her cunt with pearlescent white. She sighed and looked dreamily at him.
He remained inside of her. “Let me help you with this until we can get Tricia away. Then you can have Gunther all to yourself, or at least just with your party.”
She bit her lip and looked away, then back at him. “Are you sure?”
John nodded. “We can help each other.” Cum started to leak out of her onto the crate. He got up and buttoned up his pants.
“It’s a deal.” She grinned devilishly, lazily rubbing her tummy in small circles. “I’m going to put you to good use.”
“How do you want to make contact? Do you want to schedule a meeting time?”
She winked. “Nope, I’ll just meet you in your dreams.”
The rain stopped and the two parted ways. John raised his eyebrow and shook his head thinking of her last words.
