Here's the second part of Chapter 4, written by Lordryuson. Please Enjoy.
As the heroes were approaching the city of Aguila, they were just about near the city itself. Fearing that they would be actually followed by Ravutha and her minions, allies
and rivals, Cyril decided.
"Let's set up camp here." Cyril spoke as he and Mikhaela were at work trying to set up camp using their magic. Something Murdock taught Cyril how to do since he trained with him. When it was summer time, and the duo needed extra time in nature, they prepared camping spells in order to make the journeys more relaxing, especially if Cyril played an errand boy to get plants that were too far away from Greenfield.
"Why are we setting up camp?" Prince Anthony whined. "The city's not too far away, we could've just stayed at the inn. Besides, your old teacher is probably expecting us, isn't he?"
"That's the thing," Mikhaela spoke, "In recent times, the light elves have gotten some animosity towards other races, especially dwarves and goblins; plus, there could be an ambush from one of Ravutha's minions, knowing that she can pinpoint our location somehow. We want to be prepared in case it happens."
"So why don't you fellas take on the brutes yourselves and allow me to face this Ravutha myself." The prince did a smug smile. "If she's as resourceful as you say, then she would be a wonderful addition to my harem."
Cyril sweatdropped. "You obviously haven't faced Dark Elves before, have you?" He walked up towards Anthony. "In my meeting with her, she nearly drained my life force dry through an intercourse, and if she gets her mitts on Mikhaela and I again...."
"Tell you what." Prince Anthony interrupted him. "Be a dear and get some water from the nearby forest; I heard from one of my haremites that lovely water nymphs clean the water in that forest." He pointed it out to Cyril. "I'd get it myself, but I need to talk to Mikhaela about what we are up against."
Cyril frowned. "Fine, but I just want to give you fair warning if you try any funny business with Mikhaela while I'm gone." He later walked away. "Think of it not as a threat, but more like a test of restraint. Think you can do that?" Then Cyril was gone.
"Test of restraint." Prince Anthony mumbled under his breath. "I would have that guy arrested if I could." He later peered in towards Mikhaela. "So," Prince Anthony asked Mikhaela nervously. "How about that Ravutha?"
"Dere dey are." A huge, orcish monstrosity sat on top of a giant wolf while carrying a huge sword. He
was huge, bigger than the rest of his boys but nowhere near as big as a giant, nor Lady Contrina. He was dressed in primitive war gear, a fur cloak and some armor he took from royal guards as trophies to
his kills. He also had a shield made out of some wild boars he feasted upon. "Would've gotten some more boyz, but dez would get in da way; sides, dez were looking at de boss stead of me!" He growled as
his warg did the same. "Stinkin oomans, at least Ra-vu-tha is paying me with some shiny bits, as long
as I bring er dose spell zappin' oomans and dat," He let out a breath. "Ann-tony thing." He later called
out, "CHARGE!!" He kicked his huge wolf, and off they go!
All in the while, other goblins riding wolves darted right behind their boss as they left behind dust. There
were at least two other goblins on the wolves.
At the same time, Lady Contrina looked at the brute charge into the fray while devising a plan of her own. "If that brainless Dark Elf thinks she can send an equally brainless Goblin to fight someone who has
mastered the blade and wand, she can think again!" She raised her arm, causing her massive bosom to
bounce within her bikini top, and her plump belly to jiggle, not to mention her armflesh wobbling forth.
"Berunka, unleash the Bone Demon, let's see if that abhorrent brute can handle being outboned."
"Yes, mistress." With that, Berunka raised her staff as she called out as a purple aura surrounded her,
"I call upon the Dark Lord of the Forge, and the Dark Lord of the Dead, I, your humble servant beseech thee, call forth from the Forges of Death, Spawn of King Bonelaught, ARISE!!"
Berunka shot out a bolt of darkness as the clouds gather, causing sounds of suffering slaves in the forges to create the aforementioned Spawn.
"If these warriors are dangerous as Ravvy said," Lady Contrina smiled while the Bone Demon was being built in the Forges of Death, a desolate place where slaves work day and night. "We'll have to send the big guns early on, and the Dragon's Blood Ruby will be mine!"
When Prince Anthony was about to get 'friendly' with Mikhaela, he suddenly heard a noise. His pleasure was cut short by a huge wolf howl.
"What was that?" Mikhaela heard the noise.
"Probably just some wolves howling at the moon, adds to the atmosphere." Price Anthony continued his lewd business when....
"I'm serious, that was a Warg's howl!" She pointed to the top of the hill. "From what I've studied, Goblins
ride on Wargs, and tame them too!"
The two later turned around, and saw what Mikhaela spoke about the warg rider.
Indeed, it was the huge goblin, and one of Ravutha's minions, ready for a fight; Or at least trying to get
Anthony and Mikhaela back to his mistresses castle.
The huge Goblin sneered. "Dis is your last warning, Annie boy," He gloated. "Surrender the spell zapper
and your sorry arse, if ya know what's good for ya!"
Prince Anthony has never been insulted in all his life. Annie Boy? "For your information, you overgrown brute," Prince Anthony countered. "I am Prince Anthony of Callister, and I demand that you leave this place if you value your dignity and your goblinhood!" He drew his sword.
The brutish goblin laughed. "Oh, a ooman with spirit! I like dat in a fancy pants pinkskin!" He drew his sword. "I am Gruntar Da Bigstrong, and I challenge ya to a cut open duel!" He pointed it at Anthony. "If I win, den You both will be comin' with me to mis-tress Ravutha as her sex-slaves, no fancy tricks!"
Prince Anthony raised an eyebrow. "If I win, then you will have to leave us alone!"
Mikhaela facepalmed. "What did I get myself into?"
Gruntar smiled. "It's a done deal ooman." He caused his warg to stand on hind legs as it roared. "Let da fight begin!" He later charged towards Prince Anthony, with his lot of warg riders.
Prince Anthony later stood in ready as he received the charge of the first warg rider. With his sword in hand, he knew where to strike; all that training with the naked haremites riding on horses charging at him was about to pay off, only these were no naked haremites, and they were far too ugly.
Especially if Mikhaela was present.
Prince Anthony used his sword to slice a goblin off of his warg while the creature just keeled over, as well as him leaping towards another while impaling another goblin on the head. Sure, Prince Anthony got sidetracked and slapped by another warg rider and threw him off, but Prince Anthony's own hormones suddenly took over. He yearned to protect Mikhaela, especially if he's about to have her way with her.
Mikhaela, in speaking of which, has casted a blast spell focusing her energy on small bolts of lightning to electrocute the warg riders, provided her oversized melons weren't in the way. It was a struggle trying to aim with them, but at least she erected a energy shield in case a warg rider tried to impale her with a spear.
Her breasts are the reason that the warg riders are distracted, and the remaining riders later decide to circle around her, trying to surround her. They later threw nets over her, capturing her.
Mikhaela struggled in the net as she tried to cast a spell that would allow her to escape. She was quite in an arousing position, the net ropes squashed her breasts causing them to bounce. It was both arousing and
horrifying to see.
"MIKHAELA!" Prince Anthony defeated the warg rider, and leaped up and rode his mount. In the various 'horsey exercises' with the nude maidens, he was able to tame that warg and used it (Despite all sorts of struggling) to charge towards the net riders. One by one, Anthony took down the riders
with his blade while trying to control that warg as it sped towards the riders. Eventually, Prince Anthony was forced to dismount his warg and landed; He took the net off of Mikhaela as he spoke, "You certainly owe me."
"I'll think about it; but first," Mikhaela looked at Gruntar. "Let's take care of the boss!"
"HAH!" Gruntar snarled. "Weedy runts best used for weedier runts, like you!" He pointed his sword at Prince Anthony. "Even if I have to drag your sorry carcasses back to mistress Ravutha myself, I'll crump ya good, den bring yer back to de boss!"
"You'll get nothing from us, brute!" Prince Anthony and Mikhaela prepare their attacks on the boss,
when all the sudden.....
The mighty Gruntar was forced to stop his warg on the tracks. His mount heard something truly horrible,
enough for the vicious beast to scream in terror, forcing the mighty boss to control his mount. "Hold yerself I say! WHOA!"
"What's wrong, cur?" Prince Anthony smiled. "Afraid to take me on man to goblin?"
"Look!" Mikhaela pointed at the swirling energy of darkness to see something emerge from it.
A huge skeletal monstrosity with horns on its head emerged from the portal, with blood red eyes in it's
eye sockets. It was bleached bone, as well as having a tail like a whip. It even had a magical beating heart
which pumped the blood of it's victims, protected by its ribs. It had fingers like swords, and legs the
same effect. It looked like something from the fires of hell, yet also undead. It let out a roar that mixed in the moans of zombies, and the screams of victims trapped in it's bloodstream.
It was the Spawn of King Bonelaught, a foul creation of the most evil, perverted King ever to grace Asnorit.
Prince Anthony, and Mikhaela were forced to cover their ears at the horrible sound.
Gruntar however, screamed at the beast, although it was a foolish thing to do, "HEY! IZ GOT HERE FIRST! I FIGHT DA FANCY OOMAN!"
After the roaring stopped, Prince Anthony pondered for a minute, "What could have summoned it?"
Mikhaela later thought, 'Cyril, please come back soon, we don't know how long we can hold off these villains, but please get here soon.... Please?'
Long before that time where Prince Anthony was under attack by both Grundar and the Bone Demon, Cyril was ordered by the prince to get some firewood, and some water; It didn't have to be ordinary water, for Anthony preferred his water dipped by busty Water Nymphs.
'This is annoying,' thought Cyril as he ventured into the forest right on Aguila borders. 'Anthony sending me to find water while that pompous prince gets to seduce Mikhaela right under the bright moon!' He mused as he searched for water within the woods. Clean water to be exact, for the prince is quite
picky on what water he drinks. This is typical, coming from someone with a royal background. More like a royal pain, Cyril thought further. 'And what did he mean by Water Nymphs?'
Suddenly, Cyril stopped. There was some singing all across the forest, a song of bliss and wonder. As Cyril walked closer to the voice, the singing grew louder and louder. He rummaged through the bushes to see what was causing all of this.
The person that sang was in a spring was a female light elf, with snow white skin and long, flowing blonde hair. She was tall, and having her back turned to Cyril. She was as naked as the trees that surround her, while singing more and more. Something about how the wisps dance in the moonlight. It was beautiful to see.
Cyril rubbed his eyes. He found some water, and a Water Nymph! Judging from Prince Anthony's preferred method of service, he'd love some water that soaked something quite as beautiful as the Water Nymph, provided the Nymph doesn't kill him and drag him down into the waters, or something horrible. He took his bucket and scooped into the water.
The woman stopped singing. She turned around as her huge bosom wobbled forth, making all sorts of arousing noises. "Who's there?" She spoke in a calm voice.
Cyril was startled at this. He never met a Water Nymph before, and he breathed in and out. "Please, don't
hurt me, I just need some water."
The elf girl smiled. "Now why would I want to hurt you?"
Cyril got into a battle stance as he faced the 'water nymph.' "I know all about you water nymphs, luring men to their doom with their song, then dragging them down into the waters until they drown, and get devoured or something."
The elf giggled. "That would be sirens." She raised her hands as she stood up. She exposed her naked body to Cyril as she let out her hands. "I am neither water nymph nor siren, but a light elf named Uahna." She let out her hand as she smiled even more. "Would you like to put that theory to the test?"
Now that Cyril has seen the naked elf, he could figure out that she was lying to him. Cyril gulped, and removed his clothes. She doesn't sound like a water nymph or a siren, but a wonderful light elf. She could be the magical defense the heroes were looking for! He entered the lake as he walked towards Uahna. The ripples in the pond reacted when he was walking towards the elf. It was wonderful to see in this moonlight.
"Now," Uahna cooed. "Come a little closer."
“Ma’am!” Cyril froze in a heartbeat as his heart raced. "We just met! How can we think of sex at a time like this?! Besides, I got to get some firewood for my friends and...."
"Shhhhhh," Uahna smiled. "It's okay. You've been through a long journey. Let my healing magic rejuvenate you."
With that, the two entered an embrace. Cyril allowed Uahna to make the first move, and placed her hands on his back. She dug his hands into that backflesh as she massaged it, and pulled him closer to her fair bosom. Her breasts mashed in with his chest as she used her magic to make Cyril rub her back too. Somehow, it caused a sensation in the groin of Cyril as he saw his member reach out and try to kiss Uahna's ANYTHING.
"Now lie down, on the water." Uahna smiled as she casted a "Hold Person." and lied down with an aura around Cyril. She can see the erect member bobbing up and down. "Now, I will show you one of my many healing spells." She placed her mouth on the package of the young sorcerer.
Cyril tried to control himself, saving his heart for Mikhaela; unfortunately, he was preoccupied with the
light elf. He might need her in case the gang encounters some demonic creatures or undead creatures. Heck, a healer is always good to have on one's side in case the offensive spell mage is tackled, or the warrior has tuckered out being in the front.
Uahna suckled down the shaft as she darted her tongue around the member, sucking it like a popsicle. Already her warmth is healing the member, and some may say her fine breasts are adding to the power.
"OH MAN, I'm GONNA CUM!" Cyril worries that said cum might get in the lake and pollute it. Suddenly, Cyril's shaft exploded, jizzed all sorts of cum from his groin, and splattered Uahna.
When the ritual was finished, Uahna casted a spell, erecting an aura that blanketed the lake, and cleaned it. Not before she licked some of the cum that was on her face, and ate it. She was somehow used to this sort of thing. "Doesn't it feel good?"
Cyril then woke up from his orgasm and looked at himself. All of the physical battle scars were healed! All of his vitality rose! He patted himself as he stood up. Incredible! "Oh yes, but I don't want to get my mistress jealous;" He scratched his head. "I mean, we are trying to find new allies in our quest, as well as me learning some new spells; I think we just found our healer and white magic user!" He reached out and shook her hand. "The name is Cyril, by the way."
"Glad you liked it!" Uahna gave Cyril a hug as her breasts mashed in with Cyril's chest as she smiled. "But you must hurry back to your friends; Levine will be here any minute, and she loathes outsiders!"
"Too late." Cyril looked at a person standing right outside of the lake. It was indeed Levine.
Levine wasn't quite as fair as Uahna, but she was quite stern. She was dressed in a Aguilan outfit, a red tabard with symbols depicting an elven god. She was carrying a huge spear to compensate for her small.... temper. She looked upon the situation and ground her teeth. "Uahna," She spoke. "What is the meaning of this? How will your father react to you having intercourse with someone?!"
"Will you give it a rest?!" Uahna commanded. "He's my friend, and he just found someone who can help him with his quest!"
Levine lowered her spear. "Fine, but if word gets out, all of us will be sorry." She stood right next to the lake and said, "Cyril is it?"
"I am." Cyril responded in kind.
"We must return to your friends before something bad happens to them." Levine spoke as she later heard a horrible sound. A roar to be exact, that was completely far from any normal animal sound. It was later accompanied by various screams, one was from a perverted lecher, and the second,
"Mikhaela!" Cyril spoke as he got up and quickly got on his clothes when he got out of the lake. He must hurry or weird things happen to her and Anthony. Normally he would care less about what happens to Anthony, seeing that the Prince kinda deserved it for his actions, but this is an exception to this; Prince Anthony, if not rescued, would die, and the fault would point to Cyril and friends.
Uahna and Levine followed suit.
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