The Byzantia Quest - Chapter II

Chapter II

I awoke to find myself face-down in a puddle of ale, sitting on a barstool.

"Fuck," I muttered, lapping at the alcohol before raising my head and taking in my surroundings. It was the same tavern, except with Leonard passed out behind the bar and no other person in sight. Except Narxity. In one piece.

"WHAT THE HELL?" I shouted, lurching from my stool and drawing my rapier. She moved, then her eyes snapped open, staring directly at me.

"I told you I can't be killed," she said, although she remained immovable by the net. I threw one of my knives, which I had pulled from its place behind the rapier's sheath, at her chest, which stuck into her breast, sadly causing significant damage.

Narxity nonchalantly pulled the knife from her boob and hurled it at my feet. Her wound sucked in the blood lost and closed, reforming an exquisite sight to see.

"Holy fuck," I muttered.

Faraday and Nagassa came running down the stairs, clearly risen by my shout, with cloths haphazardly arrayed on their bodies and weapons at the ready.

"What the fuck?!" yelled Faraday as he stopped in his tracks and saw Narxity alive and breathing. Wasting no time, he, like my instincts had told me, hurled his sword at her face, ripping the left half from her head. I blinked, and it was replaced by a perfectly healthy half face.

"I can't be killed; I'm a Hunter," she said sexily, drawing me to step a few paces closer. Her red cloth 'accidentally' fell from her breasts, exposing them completely. The leather from her hips was unlatched, and within the minute, she was seductively and entirely naked.

I lifted the net, taking her in my arms and putting one hand on her ass and the other her tits, caressing both and causing her to squeal with delight. I moved the ass hand to her cunt, parting the moist lips with two fingers while inserting another two, leaving the thumb to caress her clit. She unstrapped my trousers and let them fall to the floor, taking my erect manhood in hand and stroking it. We were locked together in pure bliss, standing in the center of a deserted tavern, giving each other nothing but ecstasy. Faraday and Nagassa were likewise enchanted and began much the same as us; declothing one another and stroking their respective areas, filling the entire tavern with moans of joy.

Taking Narxity's legs from her balance, I pulled them around my back and thrust into her soaking core, bouncing her up and down as her breasts played with my face, her nipples running to and fro, my mouth attempting to catch them. I pounded into her forcing her to scream loudly with intense pleasure before I launched a deluge of liquid inside her. She climaxed simultaneously, allowing us both to writhe in paramount intense elation before I fell to the ground, her on top of me, entwined in our brevity.

"You know what you have just done?" she whispered in a deaf ear.

"I just fucked a Hunter, yes. Is there a catch to your question?" I muttered, wanting no more than to repeat our debacle.

She laughed with more than a little evil. "You are now the eighth Hunter, bound to Tal Rasa to carry out his wishes for all of eternity."

"Great," I said, "meaning I ignore his wishes and use my powers of invincibility to carry out my own wishes. Fuck you people."

Her look of domination fell and her grin disappeared. "Fair enough, barbarian; you win. Unfortunately, the invincibility is an acquired trait of Hunters; you don't get immunity following a free fuck." She moved off of me and to my side, pulling my arm out and utilizing it as a headrest. "If you serve Tal Rasa and please him, the amulet will grant you the powers you desire, be it invincibility, flight, or an acute sense of magic. I chose the former and am now impervious to all but the possessor or the amulet; hence, why I want Graves to give me back what is mine."

"Wait," I said, at this point entirely confused. "Didn't Graves steal it from some old guy? Shouldn't you be wanting revenge in an ethereal sense on the old timer?"

"So is that what he told you," she chuckled. "Graves is no petty thief, no innocent studier of arcane objects. He is far more powerful than you and I; he is the Red Wizard, the last of the Order of Crimson, the Keepers of the Ethereal Gate, which separates us from the deities. But the Gate no longer needs his defense; the gods have sent their own guardian. Now, Graves goes from land to land and fights the gods at every intersection possible, by stealing the amulet to striking Tal Rasa from the highest of thrones in attempt to regain his status of Gate Protectorate."

"Well fuck it - when do I get my twenty thousand?" I replied, at this point very angry. "Wait," I nearly shouted, a new thought having arrived in my head. "So you're not evil, and it really doesn't matter that we fucked, and I won't be the demonic hunter that Graves swore I would be?"

Again, Narxity chortled. "Obviously not. That's why I didn't want to kill the three of you because I figured the bastard lied to get me off his back. Unfortunately, all this fucking and fighting has given him a six or seven hour head start. If we want to hunt him down and get back the amulet, we had better get going."

"Deal," I said, no longer in the mood for follow-up sex. We replaced our armor and clothes, in her case this took about two seconds, and ventured behind the bar, where Nagassa and Faraday were fornicating rather loudly next to the passed-the-fuck-out Leonard.

"Hurry up, you two. And by the way, Narxity isn't evil and we need to go kill Graves." At that moment, Faraday fired his cannon and Nagassa's breasts tantalizingly quivered for the last time, a sign of her orgasm. I was aroused again, that fact clearly evident, but Narxity rolled her eyes and began out the door. I tossed a few gold coins next to Leonard for the messes on the floor and followed her.

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"So who are you, if you're not a demonic Hunter who obeys an evil deity and carves a path through innocent human beings?"

During the night, snow had fallen and continued to do so, transforming the outdoors into a winter wonderland and raised my spirits drastically.

"Well, my name truly is Narxity. I was born and raised in the Temple of Desideratio, making it to the Priestess level before being entrapped by Tal Rasa and drawn into his servitude willingly." She formed a ball of snow and hurled it at me. Knowing no other defense, I tackled her into a snow drift.

She laughed, then pushed me off her and we rose. "I've carried out his biddings for a couple years, and then found out about Graves' power struggles with the gods. At that point, my chase began."

"Interesting enough," I said.

She nodded. "So who are you?"

"My name is Dagon the Slayer, I'm a barbarian from the Northern Spine clan of Dragon Slayers," stated, inflating my chest and saying it with pride.

"I've heard of you," she said, intrinsically raising her head to ponder. "Oh yes, in a tavern in the Northern Tundra city of Elfloren. Some stupid drunk slut who was chanting your name. I figured you were some rich playboy from Byzantium who went around on his father's fortune and laid waste to the whore population of the north. Now, clearly, I've confirmed that."

I playfully punched her on the arm, which, since I was a barbarian, shot her to the snow-covered earth. As I helped her up, Nagassa and Faraday exited Ye Olde Tavern - Oakvale, and worked their way through the ever-multiplying snow. The best part of snow south the Gyildale was the warmth; it was comfortable to be clad in no more than an armored leather tunic, pants, and armor when it was snowing. There was minimal wind this far south as well, due to some curse -I saw it as a blessing- from some wayward wizard a half dozen centuries previous.

"Where to?" inquired Nagassa, stringing her bow and arrows to her back and taking a swig from her skin.

I looked to Narxity for instructions.

"Don't look at me!" she exclaimed.

Faraday looked at me. "Don't fucking look at me, all this is Narxity's doing."

"Fine," she said, shoulders drooping. She withdrew a pinch of dust from a small bag on the small of her back and hurled it into the air. "In se, memoradem el dici, farad bekuem nol berede." The dust snapped together, forming a perfect arrow in the direction of the sea: westward. We were only a mile or so from the waterfront, so it was surprising Graves would flee there, but maybe he desired to catch a ship, thereupon increasing the difficulty of our pursuit infinitely.

We reached the oceanfront in a little under an hour, trudging through several feet of warm snow. In the distance, we could see a fishing village with a massive vessel docked at the paltry wooden wharf. The vessel was nearly double the size of the entire village and cast the buildings in shadow.

"What the fuck?" I said.

"That's a warship," stated Narxity. "A Byzantium Fleet warship. What the fuck is it doing this far south? You'd have to be insane."

Further south the Gyildale, which was virtually the border of Byzantia, were lands of 'uncivilized' folk, such as pirates or people who don't care too much for empires, specifically Byzantia, the empire controlling more than half of Attaca. Several other kingdoms lie to the east of Byzantia, but are held in constant trepidation and fear of conquering. And to the north, above Skydale, was barbarian territory. Although much-diminished from our lands of yore, no empire, especially the despised Byzantia, dared to cross north into the Northern Tundra, which was a barren wasteland so carved by Byzantia's previous attempts to conquer the warchiefs of antiquity, which led into the North Spine, homeland of my kin. And Faraday's. We picked up Nagassa along our travels from a prosperous trading plateau roughly between Skydale and Gyildale.

"Interesting," said Nagassa. "I suppose we should find out."

"Well," I interjected, "it's not like me and Faraday are the most inconspicuous of chaps. They're going to notice, and I'm fairly confident there's several hundred well-trained soldiers on that ship who would like nothing better than to kill a couple barbarians and rape their women."

"First," began Narxity, "you two will stay to the trees and make a camp. Myself and Nagassa will leave the most of our armament with you, then go into the village, inquire and find out why there's a Fleet warship here, then return. And second, we fucked once, great. I'm not your woman until we have had sex at least ten times."

I inwardly grinned, giving myself a pat on the back. "Fair enough. I bet we can achieve that if you would hurry up. Faraday, let's go."

They handed us their bow and arrows, swords, and armor, but maintained their daggers and shivs. The two of them began to wade through the snow as we took a sharper angle to the tree line in search of a good camp site.

We had gotten no more than five minutes into the woods before stumbling across a camp of raiders. They were grilling wild boar when they looked up and saw two immense men standing above them, armed to the teeth (that's me and Faraday).

"Holy fuck!" shouted one, grabbing a sword and backing away from the boar. I noticed one of the raiders was a rather-good-looking young girl who was clad in a white cloth and looked to be ready for sex. I noted that in my mind, withdrew my bastard sword and rapier, and began to hack into them.

I swiftly decapitated two while Faraday did the same, then we came to the girl. She couldn't have been a day older than sixteen winters, but her figure was full and her beauty stunning.

"Who are you?" I asked bluntly.

"My name as Sarra, I am a mistress from Jaden."

We looked at one another, then back at Sarra. "Where the fuck is Jaden?"

She pointed to the sea. "It's that village over there, the one with the big ship."

I nodded. "What is that ship doing there?"

"It came two days ago, demanding we pay tribute to the King. We refused, and they killed us all, save for the pretty girls. I escaped, only to be captured by these ruffians. They were going to rape me tonight, I thank you for saving me."

"Damn," I muttered.

"What was that?" she said daintily.

"Nothing."

"It's not sex I mind; trust me, I've had plenty. But I don't have it if I don't know who I'm having it with. I know you two; you are Faraday Daniels and Dagon the Slayer, both barbarians from the North Spine.

We leapt backwards a few yards. "What the fuck? Who are you?" shouted Faraday.

"I said my name is Sarra. I guess I am not a mistress. I'm a mystic; I see things about people."

"Oh," said, relaxing and sheathing my weaponry.

Sarra stood, dropping the cloth to the snow and revealing her well-defined nakedness. We looked at one another again, and Faraday nodded to me. Needing no further incentive, I gestured with a nod to the tent, opening the flap for her to enter and then dropping it behind me.

It was semi-dark in the tent, but the fading light allowed enough to see her delicate beauty; curved, round breasts with small, perk nipples, and a well-maintained pussy. We wasted no time with formalities and allowed our primal instincts to overcome us.

She was so smooth, so moist and inviting, yet firm as I thrust into her with one long stroke, spreading her wide and deep. I decided to take this slow and enjoy it; no need to rush sex with such a gorgeous girl. Her tits began to shake and quiver with firmness but not bounce as I pressed deep then withdrew nearly out, before driving deep once more. I took my left hand and caressed her nipples, which were erect and pink, as if drawn towards my touch. She moaned with my movements, reaching an orgasm quickly.

It overtook her and shook her entire being, from her toes to her nipples. "Yes, Dagon, you know what to do; fuck me like you've never fucked Nagassa, like you've never fucked Narxity or Jennison or the others." Yes, it was creepy having sex with a mystic, but then there's a first time for everything.

After her sixth or seventh orgasm, I plowed deep and unleashed a torrent of fluids within her warm folds, shaking her breasts and causing her to have consecutive orgasms, further sucking the liquid from me.

"You are the one which completes me," she whispered as I laid beside her, spent in every meaning of the word.

I pondered the word for a minute before responding. "In what way is that meant?" It was the most basic question I could pose to a mystic, who already knew I had Narxity and, for a quick fuck to the side, Nagassa.

"I know you have feelings for the Hunter, and even for Nagassa," she said, exposing even more than I knew. "But that is not what I meant in the literal sense. You have made me a true mystic. You are the barbarian I had to take the seed from. Now, I am a barbarian mystic, the most elite of the mystics."

"I have no idea what the fuck you are talking about," I said. Mystics are so goddamn confusing, hence their title.

"Ah," I replied. "So basically, I fuck you, you become the real deal. Great."

"Thank you, Dagon, you have done more than merely fuck me. One day, we will meet again and perhaps then you will realize your accomplishments." She rose and drew a tunic around her. "If you ever need me, say my name."

And with that, she was gone.

"Might as well use this camp," I said, exiting the tent. Faraday had already done that; he had rummaged around for food and found slaughtered chicken, as the boar was far overcooked.

"It'll be ready in a few minutes. How was she?" he grinned.

I returned the expression. "Up there. She did have her a pair, let me tell you."

We turned abruptly as the sound of footsteps rushed towards us through the brush. We clamored to locate our weapons, and by the time we had prepared, Nagassa and Narxity burst through the trees, covered with debris and completely naked.

"What the fuck?!" shouted Faraday.

"Two things," panted Nagassa, struggling for breath. "First, we've been had and there is several hundred soldiers coming for us, and second, the ship is first in series of several dozen attempting to reclaim the south."

I shook my head. "Why are you two naked?" Granted, I took this opportunity to admire their beauty, but then bent to throw them some armor to maintain decency.

"Long story, not for right now."

"So," began Faraday, "do we fight or do we run?"

I looked at him. "Faraday, we're fucking barbarians. Of course we fucking fight."

The first group came through the woods to be met with nothing but steel.

Their heads and mangled torsos were thrown right back into the trees, recoloring the immediate vicinity with blood and gore. That victory began to stir our barbarian bloodrage, the product of so many years of violent acts and upbringing.

The second squad was far greater in numbers, more than likely around forty, and began to encircle us. Narxity withdrew a stack of enchanted daggers and flung them as boomerangs; they lashed out, slicing through neck and bone and flesh, before returning to her outstretched hands. Nagassa wasted no time in honing her accuracy with the bow, firing arrow after arrow into the heads of the soldiers, even separating one's head from his neck as the arrow became lodged in his eye socket.

Faraday went right with his swords, hacking and sawing through ten or fifteen, producing a dazzling display of limbs, heads, and I even saw a foot. Fuck knows how a foot got airborne or even disattached from its owner.

I went left, doing much of the same; swinging my sword with my stronger right hand, bashing through feeble hardwood shields with ease, while my left brandished my prized rapier, with which I finished the job my right started by hacking through skin.

Sarra reappeared with a longstaff, each end with a blade. She had a jewel-encrusted leather band around her head and bore the expression of impending combat. She waded into her own group, flashing the longstaff with amazing speed and versatility. Honestly, I'm not sure if I've ever seen a girl move so fast.

In fifteen seconds flat, all forty were dead or dying and the camp was a mess of giblets. Evidently, the remainder of the brigade had heard the destruction, maybe even seen two massive barbarians, and reconsidered their conquest of the trees.

Nagassa and Narxity looked at Sarra, who in turned sized them up, perhaps testament of all three's barbarian relationships.

"Narxity and Nagassa, this is Sarra; she's a crazy mystic who the raiders captured and were going to 'take care' of," I interjected so as the camp could be made and we could begin anew our pursuit in the morn.

"A mystic, eh?" began Nagassa, tossing her bow to the ground beside the fire, pulling a leg off the roasting bird, and flopping on a log. "Haven't seen one of your kind for a few years."

"Indeed," said Sarra, mimicking Nagassa, "we have been hunted for several decades now by the Byzantia Warlords and our numbers are few."

Narxity also tore off a piece of meat, inciting myself and Faraday to split the remainder of the bird in two large pieces and devour them in three bites.

Continued in Chapter III

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