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Honey Glayzed	By : Himenokori Category: +. to F > FAKE Views: 2093 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Honey Glayzed 12
Due to The French One having other things on his mind, this chapter is written by Chi with help from Serina. Hopefully, between the two of us, the lemon is palatable, not too tart, not too sweet, but just right.
Squires: 2
Dae leaned back against the wall his heart pounding. He would probably need a new body after this one. That was a lot of power, but it was worth it, there was a door open. He and his troops could march into Arcadia. Maybe crawl was a better word, but that was no matter. “You two in first,” Dae grinned. “I want to sit my new toys right in front of that damn princess and satisfy every lust I can visit upon him.”
“Which one sir?” Hamanosuke trembled as he thought of all the things that Dae had done to him and Madam Scorpion.
“Does it matter?” Dae grinned again. “No, now go.” Dae watched the two scurry though the small opening. With a smile he climbed through as well.
Break
Bikky inhaled blowing a stream of warm air around the band sending most of it towards Bill. The young man seemed just about blue. Tom nodded his head in appreciation. There was not much snow covering these parts of the mountain steppes, mostly rocks jutted up slipping under their boots. “We can stop for lunch here,” Orlan announced when they reached a plateau. “A little bit more after that and we can set up camp, we'll be right outside of Ethio village. We can make camp for the night there.”
“Lunch!” Georg cheered trying his best to ignore the knights. They sat on lounge chairs eating submarine sandwiches and pastries with rich hot chocolate. Georg took in the thick slices of bread, cheese and preserved sausage rolls.
“Could be worse,” Talia grimaced as she looked around for spots of grass under the snow where she could graze for fresh greens. “I heard of a squire trial that had hardtack and gruel for supplies.”
“If you fry this stuff up, it's not so bad,” Bikky said biting into the smoking meat sandwich he made. He began to cook the rest of the meat. “Just because we can't build a fire pit here doesn't mean we can't cook.”
“Why no fire pit?” Gustav asked looking around at the rocky landscape that seemed perfect.
“Time,” Rain answered eating his sandwich and drinking from his thermos of tea. “By the time we gathered the supplies, set it up and started cooking we would not have time to eat, break it down and get moving. Nightfall would be upon us before we even made it to Ethio.”
“So are we going into Ethio?” Bill asked hoping to encroach upon a human populated town and get a bath.
“No, we are not allowed to enter towns on this trip,” Orlan said finishing up. “If you are all done, let's take wet breaks and get moving.”
“Wet breaks?” Bill frowned.
“Do you need to pee?” Rain chuckled heading off into a secluded area while the rest of the group went in groups of two or three. Bikky allowed him to go alone, but stayed near enough to help if trouble arose. After he was done and adjusting his clothes, Rain paused as a strange scent filled the air. It was not malevolent, but it's intent was attack. “Alarm!” Rain ran back to the group re-bundling into the clothes Bikky was at his side instantly from the other side of the bush outcrop. “We are under attack!”
“A...Attack?” Bill looked around sweat beading on his brow when his friends began to arm themselves.
“Yes, attack,” Bikky grasped his arm. “Now get down and stay down unless you want to get hurt.” Bill dropped behind Bikky. He saw that Jhaymes stood at the top of a high ledge looking down, the knights camp was far enough away that he did not have to worry George at all. Count D stood beside him along with Leon.
“Why aren't they helping?” Georg asked from where he stood near Talia and Millian.
“We would have to ask for it,” Orlan gripped his sword watching the dark skinned warriors of Ethio rushing upon their small band with weapons raised. Muscles rippling in the late afternoon sun, the Ethio warriors attacked.
Talia drew back her bow and loosed arrows into the oncoming enemy. “Stay behind me,” She ordered Gustav when he appeared ready to help. Gustav took the knife from her belt when she fell back under the onslaught of large man wielding club. Gustav shoved the man back until she could get up. Talia reloaded her bow after a series of kicks that left the man on the ground wheezing in pain. He dropped his club and held up his hands in defeat when she pointed the sharp end of her arrow at him. He backed away with a smile proud of the little squire that had taken him on.
Gustav had never felt more alive than he did at the moment. He stood side by side with Talia and battled through the ranks turning and starting over again. He looked up to see that George was beside Orlan and Millian. Gustav found Tom going hand to hand beside Bikky. Bikky had tossed his cloak back using the sword just as Laton had taught him. His strokes were fast and sure ringing loud against the armor and weapons of his assailants.
“Here,” Bikky handed Tom what looked like an air rifle. “If you are determined to help, take this.”
“Thanks.” Tom took the weapon and got ready to use it. “Got another one?” Tom asked seeing Bill clinging to Rain's side as the young man swung a large staff that had shining silver blades on each end. For a moment he wondered where the group had gotten the weapons, for they had not been carrying them. Tom took the other rifle and tossed it to Bill. “Just like when we played paint ball,” Bill nodded and looked over the weapon finding it similar in deed.
“It's just like a big game of capture the flag.” Rain said hoping to reassure Bill. “If they capture you, we will lose points.”
“Capture us!” Bill stood straighter and fired his little rocks knocking the approaching enemy back. “I will not be captured.”
“Good attitude,” Rain commended him. “But still stay close to me.” Bill nodded his head as more from Ethio came.
Standing atop his ledge, Jhaymes looked down with a smile. “They are doing well, only one injury so far.” Count D mused watching as Kenneth bound Talia's arm. “Most of the warriors have been disarmed.”
“Yes, they are doing well,” Jhaymes looked on as the last warrior lost his weapon and was forced back. “Against warriors out for a bit of sport, not trying to harm them. I wonder how well they will fare tomorrow when they are pit against Demons.”
“They have real demons?” Leon asked watching as Rain took a deep breath then looked over Bill and Tom with Bikky while the other members of the band were checked over for injuries. Satisfied, the group repacked their supplies and began their journey again.
Break
Florian watched as his master rallied the troops. He waited for Hamanosuke and Madame Scorpion to gather their nerve and head out. This was his chance. He should take it. Wouldn't it be just grand for his master's newest pet walked right up to him and begged to be taken. Florian knew he would never get to George. Jhaymes would have him skewered and skinned before he could even make eye contact with the gem-eyed beauty. And Rain... If that sexy little gumdrop turned on the wind, he'd be blown clear across the mountain. But that other one. Yes, that pretty little rock star. He could take him. He could make him want to be taken. He could do it. Florian took a step back hoping to go unnoticed by Dae. Hoping that he could slip into the the trees without Dae noticing. His gift to his master, would be that boy, naked and panting. He could do it. He was sure. Florian cleared the trees and ran headlong into the forest. He could stay clear of Hamanosuke and Madam Scorpion, he could go right for the prize.
Dae watched him go; a smile on his face.
Break
Bill dropped into the tent leaning against the wall. He had spoken for some time with Tom tonight just before going to bed. Tom had kept him out in the cold for long minutes talking about nothing important. How was dinner? Okay, I've had better, Bill muttered to himself of the rabbit stew with fresh vegetables. He had even sampled some of the fruit and nuts that were available. Sitting around a campfire was fun. Close enough to the fire was warm. Tom's other inane questions came back to Bill as he tugged off his shoes. How's your arm? Still fine, just a bruise... Bill undid his belt. Are you cold? What, did Tom take a stupid pill this morning? Bill fought with his belt then grew quiet as he saw a small lump on the other side of the tent. Was Rain already in bed? Bill finished switching into pajamas before he got into his sleeping bag. After their conversation this morning during the 'wet break' Bill wondered if Tom had just been buying Rain time to get changed. Some people thought that the only thoughts in his brother's head most of the time was getting a lady naked. But Bill knew better. Smiling he attempted to convince himself to go to sleep. And that was when the voice started.
“Wow,” Bill shivered at the word. It was more than likely that he was already asleep. Yes, he convinced himself, this was just some weird dream. “You are beautiful. No wonder master wants you.” Bill turned over onto his side. “Let me in.” Bill shook his head his eyes closed as sleep edged it's way further into his tired mind. “My master will have you, I must know his touch, let me inhabit your body. Not forever, we can set a time limit. As soon as he is done, I will leave you.”
“No...” Bill muttered in his sleep. “Leave me alone. I'm tired.” Bill sighed as he slipped fully into slumber.
At his words, 'leave me', Florian had no choice but to obey. “Damn humans and their damned free will.” Florian stomped away from the shadows of the camp. He felt a sliver of fear, from where, he could not tell. It was almost as if something, or someone other than himself was inside of the shadows. Dae would be pleased. Florian comforted himself with the thought. Yes, he would be pleased to have the slim rocker begging for his touch.
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Serina watched the deep woods with a frown sure that she had felt something stirring the shadows. Something foul. Was it the demons that the king had arranged to attack the squires, or something else. She wished she could tell. Shifting in the breeze, she looked up for Heaven and found the creature, not in the woods, but outside of a tent. Serina shook her head as the slender, pale fingers trailed along the outside of the heavy material. Heaven's eyes seemed to stare far beyond the reaches of the campfire. She removed her hand to rub her chilled arms. “You look thoughtful.” Serina spoke her voice soft so as not to disturb the sleeping teenagers.
“Why does he like me?” Heaven mused her brow drawing down. “He does not know me.”
“But you are beautiful,” Serina touched one of the heavy red beads in Heaven's hair. It was the only place she would ever wear color. Mihnea once joked that Heaven would color her hair white. “That beauty attracts him to you. He wants to know you. And in knowing, he will come to love you.”
“But he can't,” Heaven backed away from the tent. “I'm only a third human.”
“But you are all woman,” Serina flipped her hand and returned the bead to Heaven who stared at the naked braid that Serina had taken the jewel from. “Something sleeps in the shadows.” Serina looked off into the rolling rocks of the hardwood junction. “More than me.” Heaven gasped when Serina vanished.
Break
Bill groaned when Rain poked him. “For someone who doesn't like to be touched,” Bill's eye became visible from under his blanket. “You have no problem with touching.” Bill knocked his hand away unusually surly. “Sleepy,” Bill ground out. “I thought you guys were supposed to cater to us. Leave me alone.”
“Sorry,” Rain laughed poking Bill again. “Can't do that. We have a schedule and if we are not entering the palace in ten days we fail.”
“Worked last night,” Bill muttered curling up further into his sleeping bag.
“Huh?” Rain asked confused by the strange words.
“Nothing,” Bill sniffed. He rubbed his eyes then sat up. Rain saw that Bill's t-shirt was baring his middle and stepped back. Bill laughed and threw his pillow at Rain. “Don't look,” Bill complained. “You'll see all my sexy secrets.”
“One, two, three,” Rain narrowed his eyes squinting.
“What are you doing?” Bill wondered as Rain continued to count.
“Counting your ribs.” Rain got to his feet having used Bikky's tent to wash and dress after the other boys had left. “We'll finish cooking breakfast. Here is hot water, hurry up.” Bill was still laughing as Rain left the tent. Stepping out, Rain paused as a feeling of nausea assailed him.
“Rain!” Bikky caught his arm when he swayed on his feet. “Are you alright? You look like you are about to be sick.”
“For a moment, the wind was foul,” Rain looked around at the pristine, cold landscape that seemed to glisten in the early morning light. “But just like that, it was gone.” Rain shook his head. “Come on.” Rain turned leaving Bikky standing by the tent. “I'm hungry.”
“Are you sure?” Bikky asked looking around. Rain nodded already heading to the cook fire.
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Georg saw the pretty young Squire, Marlisa, he'd learned her name. She was tall for a girl, but he liked her willowy slimness. She was like willow tree blowing in the wind. Georg did not miss the fact that Talia hung on Bill's every word. Sadly, Bill did. “Guys, guys,” Bill said sipping his fresh squeezed orange juice, or at least he hoped it was an orange. It tasted of citrus with an uncommon sweetness and slightly red color. “I had odd dreams last night.”
“You always have odd dreams,” Tom mumbled into his juice. “Can't we have coffee?”
“We did not bring any,” Orlan explained.
“Go on,” Talia urged Bill smiling and nodding her deep colored hair flowing in the wind. “Tell me...us...” Talia flushed. “About your dream.”
“It was so odd,” Bill said again. “In the dream I was surrounded by darkness,” Bill moved his sunglasses back up on his nose. “There was this... Stink,” Bill looked to Georg for the word. “And then someone was saying that I was beautiful.”
“Must have been odd,” Georg teased. Bill tossed a piece of toasted bread at his friend.
“Then, the voice went on,” Bill continued as if Georg had not spoken. “It said 'let me in', but I don't know what it wanted into.”
“What else did the voice say?” Bikky asked leaning on his elbow.
“It said... Um...” Bill frowned trying his best to recall the words his sleep desperate brain had retained. “It said 'My master will have you. I must know his touch. Let me inhabit your body. Not forever, we can set a time limit. As soon as he is done, I will leave you.' Isn't that strange? Don't you think so?”
“Oh...Crap,”Millian breathed.
“Is that bad?” Tom asked Kenneth who sat next to him with wide eyes.
“Yeah,” Kenneth nodded, his unbound hair flowing in the cold wind. “It's bad.”
“Rain was ill this morning, he said the wind was foul,”Bikky recalled aloud.
“Call the knights,” Millian got to his feet to toss a packet of red powder into their fire. It shot bright red sparks into the sky. “They'll be here soon.” He paced. “Come on, get this place cleaned up. Pack the bags.”
“Get up,” Bikky took the nearly finished plates. “We have to be ready to move.”
Bill stared up in awe at the fully flaming phoenix that crested the top of the mountain followed by Nari with Count D and Leon on his back. Jhaymes had left George at the camp with Mihnea and Serina. Jhaymes landed, cooling his flames as he touched ground. “What is wrong?” Jhaymes words were oddly formal. “Are we ceasing the trials?”
“No,” Bikky shook his head. “But we do have a problem.” Jhaymes relaxed his pose while Count D looked over the gathered to see if anyone was injured. “Last night, Bill had a dream that someone who smelled bad was talking to him. Telling him how beautiful he was and that his master wanted him.” Jhaymes frowned as he looked over at Bill. “I think there are demons here.” Jhaymes waned to confirm the young man's supposition, but that would jeopardize the trials. “There are demons here?” He asked with a sigh. “You think so?”
“Yes,”Orlan frowned wondering why Jhaymes was so nonchalant. “I realize you are a knight and demons don't concern you, but here... on Arcadia?”
“If you see one, you'll just have to kill him,” Jhaymes hoped that was not giving away too much.
“Wait a minute,” Rain demanded when it seemed that Jhaymes was ready to take off again. “Only higher order demons have the ability to possess people, to share their bodies. The only higher orders I know of who can do that was the incubus, and he was a hell of a tough one to kill. It took dragon fire. This demon asked Bill if he could move in for a time so that his master could have him. There should not be a higher order here.”
“A higher order demon that wants to possess Bill,” Jhaymes actually frowned this time. He thought long. That was right. They had class E demons that they had rounded up for this trial. If they managed to grab a band member and take them to the palace they would be released back to their hell. Any deviation from the plan of taking them to the palace would result in a knight destroying them on the spot. But Rain was right, only a class B or above could possess someone. The only class B, no, a class A, he knew that would possess someone for a master was Florian. If he were, his master could not be too far behind him. Dae was a class A prime. How did he get in? Jhaymes looked towards the palace. It was still more than a week away if they stayed on course. “I think Dae may be trying for the Lion Throne again. And Florian wants to put a little frosting on his cake.” Jhaymes looked to where Bill was nearly glued to Tom.
“We are all ready to go,” Rain hurried to Bikky and Jhaymes' side. “Camp's packed up.”
“Good,” Jhaymes nodded his thoughts racing. With the presence of higher order demons, the level E's would be more powerful. Tougher to kill and more determined to take a captive, especially if their master requested him specifically. “ Double time,” Jhaymes commanded. “No stopping for lunch, I want you all in the Ilum woods by nightfall tonight, not tomorrow night.” Rain hurried to convey the message to the other squires and Jhaymes leaned in closer to Bikky. “He probably asked for Rain too,” Bikky agreed with Jhaymes. The knight took off with Leon and Count D, all three of them talking together as they prepared to defend their home. Bikky knew they would send a message to the king, if he did not already know.
“Hey,” Tom pulled Bikky aside as they all prepared to leave camp. “What does this demon want with Bill?” Bill looked up worried and scared.
“To have sex with him,” Bikky answered. “There is no rule that says we have to walk the entire way over this patch,” Bikky looked at Orlan, Millian and Talia. “The Squires can take it, but you guys, mount up.”
“That would be best,” Bill nearly fell over as Heaven appeared at his side.
“Whoa,” Bill, Tom, Gustav and Georg stared at the apparition in white. “How did you do that?” Tom asked walking around her to make sure that she was real. He reached out and touched her arm. “Where did you come from?”
“She's been with us since we left the palace,” Rain told them with a smile. Heaven frowned at him. “What? I could taste you on the wind as soon as we left the palace.”
“We all scented you, one way or another,” Orlan laughed his mane blowing in the breeze.
“But how did she just appear now?”Gustav asked at the groups seeming forgetting about the incident.
“Heaven's just awesome like that,” Rain said sparing her having to reveal her parentage. At least for now.
“Two things,” Bill had a hard time speaking due to Bikky taking his arm and walking him fast to Talia. “How do you taste wind? It has no taste. And who...” Bill bit his lip when they made it to Talia's side. “Who wants to have sex with me?”
“You mean besides...” Bikky never finished his taunt as one of Talia's hooves glanced his foot. “Dae,” He answered fast at the murderous glint in her deep, opaque, sapphire eyes. Even Talia's mane seemed to bristle as she glared at Bikky her nostrils flared. “Ah... Demon horse.”
“Bikky cut it out,” Rain grasped Bill by the waist. “Or she really will kick you. Jump.”
“What?” Bill looked down upon the top of Rain's head.
“Jump!” Rain said again. “We have to get moving.” Bill placed his hands on Rain's shoulders and jumped. With a blur of movement, Rain exhaled using wind to push the taller boy up until he was sitting on Talia's back. “Swing your leg over and hold on as best you can. We have no reigns here.”
“Use your belt,” Talia suggested turning her large head to see Bill staring down in awe at her. “I know this form is foreign, but try to see me as a girl, okay,” Talia whispered the wind carrying her words to Bill's ear. “Use your belt, if it will help you feel secure.” Bill unwound the long belt. “Scoot up, that's right, I must release my wings. I won't fly with you, but I can use them to keep you more secure. ” Bill slid forward on her large back and felt a gust of strong wind behind him. Turning around he saw shining white wings.
Bill sighed then placed the long belt around his waist. “I will trust you lady,” Bill smiled he looked to see that Tom was mounting Millian while Gustav and George were set on two other large white beasts. Slyphe hunched down at Rain's feet while Cujo did the same.
“You can hold my mane as well,” Talia offered.
“I don't want to pull your hair,” Bill was horrified at the idea.
“Riding her back and pulling her hair,” Bikky snickered. “If you do it right, she might like it.” This time, Talia's hoof did connect with his bottom.
“Move out,” Orlan called and Bill held on as Talia surged forward. Looking around at the group, Bill saw great flames surrounding Bikky propelling him forward with an exceptional speed that kept pace with the large galloping equines. Rain was surrounded by great billowing gusts of emerald green wind. The other squires kept pace with everything from glimmering trails of ice to large wings that resembled angels and fairies. Slyphe and Cujo were blurs at the feet of their masters. A misty form blurred his vision like fog, but wet and solid in some places. He recognized it as Heaven. They had to hurry, Tom thought of the worried expressions on the knight's face as he had spoken of invasion. For all their sakes, they had to hurry.
Break
Dee entered the room to find Ryo lying lazily on the bed. Ryo's book holding his attention as he lounged on his stomach with a towel over his bottom. Ryo's honey brown hair swished back over his head as he turned to see Dee enter the room. Ryo's deep, black eyes looked over his glasses into Dee's evergreen orbs. Ryo looks ever so sweet, ever so innocent, like the angel he once thought him way back in New York, which makes Dee's heart race and body pulse with longing. Ryo put his head on his hand and glances at Dee who can't stop staring at him. Dee's smile was pure predator while he looked at Ryo and then swings the garment bag from behind his back to show Ryo.
“Put this on,” Dee's tone was like silk sliding over Ryo's skin.
“Hum...” said Ryo returning to his book.
Dee pounced onto the bed next to Ryo. “You're not looking at that,” Dee put a finger on Ryo's book and forced it down to the bed.
“Says who?” Ryo's smile was seductive even if his words were rhetorical. “So what is it?”
“Why don't you head to the bathroom and find out, I'll wait here on the bed,” Dee leaned back on his elbows. “I'll even mark your spot in your book.”
“Hum...”Ryo lifted the garment bag off of Dee's finger. It was that look, Ryo knew it, that look that meant that hiding behind those devilish green eyes, was an idea dipped in pure sensuality. Ryo turned his customary shade of red before slinking into the bathroom. Dee watched Ryo's toned buttocks pulse to each step of Ryo's walk like two melons wrapped in the softest cloth of the towel. “You never did wear that thing for me.”
“What thing?” Ryo called back from the bathroom almost wishing it had a door instead of the sheer curtains overlapping.
“Umm,” Dee smiled not answering Ryo for the moment. Dee picked up Ryo's slightly damp pillow where he had lay and inhaled deeply. The sweet and sultry smell of rose, cinnamon and amber filled Dee's lungs driving him wild and then just as he is about to stop Dee smelled a hint of chili pepper and shivers shook him with delight. Dee exhaled, his body now wet with anticipation at the pleasures to come.
“Dee are we going out somewhere?” Ryo called from the bathroom, after the soft sound of cloth rustling had begun to drive Dee insane. “If so, where are my shoes?”
“Why don't you step into the bedroom and find out?” Dee taunted his lover with a grin spreading across his face that the Cheshire Cat would have envied. Dee propped himself up on the pillows of the bed clutching Ryo's towel as Ryo emerged from the bathroom and into the bedroom causing Dee to gasp. He was going to enjoy this slowly... Ever so slowly.

Break
The flat plains rolled by in a blur as the group rushed to their rendezvous point. When noon rolled by, instead of stopping, they slowed to a walk and ate more of Rain's pemmican. With water it was enough to carry them through the rest of the day. The sun was just starting it's downward climb when the Ilum woods came into sight. “We're almost there,” Talia called out not surprised, as they picked up their pace, that Bill did indeed hold tight to her mane. The sun had just reached the point of setting when they reached the outskirts of the woods. Running in until a clearing was found, the group collapsed in an exhausted heap. “Just,” Orlan panted the words surprised that Kenneth had been able to use white wings. Surely Zarro must have faith in his skills to grant them before he was an official squire. “Just give us a minute and we'll set up a camp.”
“You guys are beat,” Georg got to his feet. “We were carried the entire way. Tents are not hard to set up.”
“Gotta clear away the snow first, easier on solid ground to pitch a tent.” Kenneth got up. He was glad that the trees were high enough that he could lift off without having to go above the canopy as the 'no -flying' rule was keeping them from. This trial was to go though the Ilum woods, not fly over it. But dodging the trees had not been easy. Kenneth had a newfound respect for the large equines, Talia more so who had run the entire way with her wings up bracing Bill. He was so light, at that fast pace, he could have fallen off. She did the right thing, but to look at her now, could she even move?
Talia surprised Kenneth by getting to her feet and shaking her head tossing her wild hair over her shoulders. “I'll help clear the area,” Talia picked up her pack. “Let's get these guys settled.”
“We'll help,” Bill assured her opening a pack.
When the knights joined them, everyone was working, building a fire, preparing dinner and pitching tents. “They're doing the trials,” Mihnea looked at the German youths with a smile on his face. “Better watch out,” He smirked at Leon. “I do need a new squire.”
“I doubt Zarro would allow it,” Leon laughed when Mihnea licked his lips.
“Why not?”Mihnea feigned hurt feelings as he turned to look at Leon. “I am a knight as well.”
“You have also tasted the child,” Count D narrowed his eyes. He wished that the king and Vlad would have chosen another knight to join them. Mihnea did not need to be here pestering them. The trials were hard enough as it was. Count D had noticed the way Bill avoided Mihnea. It was a caution that would serve him well D was sure.
“So,” Bill looked at his bowl of stew then up at Georg who stood over him. “Are you having fun yet?”
“I think so,” Bill nodded. “But I am too tired to think at the moment,” Bill laughed a bit. “Ask me again after I have rested.” Bill looked at Talia where she spoke with the other squires. If he was tired, she must be beat-down exhausted. She had run the entire way carrying him. Talia felt Bill's eyes on her and met his gaze briefly. She blushed a bit before turning back to the squires. He was so...Human. It was cute. Especially when he smiled, when his eyes were alight, they shone so bright. Talia could stare at them forever.
“I wonder what they are deciding,” Heaven thought aloud as she sipped from her cup of warm tea. Her face was paler than the moon shining overhead.
“Can't you mist over them?” Tom asked with a grin. “That was so wicked. How do you do that?” Heaven thought of it. Her head went light. With her eyes dilated, dizziness swamped her. She needed a bit of... just a bit. She looked around, there was no one. She could not drink Arcadian, and the squires were near exhaustion, it would be cruel to ask. The very scent of Count D's blood would damage her in this state she was sure of it. “Are you alright,” Tom reached out a hand to steady the wavering vision in white. Heaven jerked away from his touch. Tom was confused for moment but drew his hand back. She was desperate, his skin might feel the prick of her hunger.
“Heaven,” Mihnea summoned her as the squires broke away with a group nod. “Come over here for a moment.” Heaven excused herself while the squires told of the plan for the evening. “You are looking frightful.” Mihnea said as soon as they were hidden behind the trees. “Today has taken it's toll on you. You must feed.”
“No...” Heaven shook her head tears brimming her eyes, falling like clear salt water down her cheeks.
Mihnea rolled his eyes then bit into his own wrist. “Drink you foolish girl,” Mihnea pressed his bloody wrist to her lips. “Think about it,” He said when she turned her face away. “You are expending energy and not replenishing. When a moment comes that needs your activity, will you be able to help? If a demon attacks, what can you do? You are barely able to stand.”
“But I want to be human,” Heaven wept.
“Then use your will to live,” Mihnea pressed his wrist into her mouth. “Humans are remarkable in their survival instincts. Now drink,” Heaven looked beyond the trees to the small camp set up. She saw the first two squires pace off to set up a night watch while Bill yawned wide. Tom nudged him to the tent he was sharing with Orlan while Gustav headed inside the tent that Rain would share. “What he does not know can not hurt him.”
“Not true,” Heaven whimpered. “In Arcadian History, Nestoir almost killed Andy and he did not know it.”
“So, he does not know of your parentage,” Mihnea mused his wrist dripping into her mouth. “Now swallow.” Heaven held her breath tasting the sweetness that poured into her. The power that coursed through his veins was that of his father. It set her very body trembling “If you overextend, the lack could drive you mad. What then? How will you feel if your fangs pierced his neck?” Heaven looked at Tom. She imagined his neck punctured, bloody, herself the cause.
“No,” Heaven whimpered watching the drops of his blood drip into the clean white snow at their feet.
“Then drink, child,” Mihnea sighed when he felt her fangs slip into his skin. “That's right, never be ashamed of who, of what you are.” Mihnea patted Heaven's head and stroked her hair. “That's right, just feed.”
Heaven closed her eyes in bliss at the rush of sublime fulfillment that filled her. This blood was old. It was carrying legends whispered about in societies long forgotten. Heaven fell into the sensation of centuries coursing the being that held her upright. Her eyes closed as she clung to him. It was thick, rich and sweeter than anyone she had ever drank from. She knew he had a thing for sweets, but this was different, this was... she wanted more. Heaven gripped his arm and drew more blood from him. Mihnea smiled glad that she would make it at least a few more days. He could spare the blood. Sweet, Heaven groaned, sweet, like the hearts blood of a thousand kings.
Heaven could sense the texture of the trees around them. She could smell the sap sleeping in the trees. Under the darkness of night, she could see each delicate pattern in the snowflakes falling gently down. So much power and awareness flooded into Heaven at a speed of a thousand racing hearts. If he was this fantastic, his father must be... Heaven snatched away from Mihnea in shock. “What are you?” She whimpered leaning back against a tree for support hoping to calm the tremors wracking her body. She licked the blood from her lips, her fangs glistening in the pale moonlight.
“Satisfied you'll live,” Mihnea pulled a handkerchief and cleaned her face. Heaven cringed when he reached towards her. “There now, child,” Mihnea smiled and licked his finger after wiping a stray drop from her cheek. “All's better now, go finish your tea.” Heaven took several deep breaths regaining her composure. With a determined shake of her head. She walked off into the woods, away from the camp.
“Is she always like that?” Serina asked for the first time stepping out of her concealing shadows.
“Since the day her father first took her to feed,” Mihnea shook his head. “She has hated that part of herself.”
“But a person can not be split into parts, you are a whole,” Serina looked sad as she gazed at the hybrid who thought herself a monster.
“Yes,” Mihnea agreed. “She hates herself, so she can not see how anyone can love her. I hope that boy can teach her.”
“Hmmm,” Serina leaned on the tips of her toes into Mihnea. “Perhaps.” She said against his lips. Mihnea smiled glad that tonight was not his night to stand watch.
Break
Ryo stood still his face red as Dee's eyes devoured him. He had never felt more exposed. Even though he was wearing typical clothes that he wore to work everyday, with Dee's eyes on him it felt as if he were wearing nothing. His silk socks brushed against the plush carpet when Dee beckoned him over with a long, thick finger. The hem of his pants, left un-cuffed, made a soft swish of sound accompanied by the the sound of the waves crashing on the shore and trees blowing in the wind. The sheer curtains were nearly silent brushing against each other allowing in the scent of fields of flowers and crisp sea air. Sunlight, though diluted through the curtains, was enough to make the tan color of Ryo's pants and the gold in his shirt seem to pale next to his skin. He looked like a living sunbeam, warm and inviting. Dee wanted nothing so much as to sink into him purring like an overgrown cat.
“C'mere baby,” Dee's words rolled out and across to Ryo touching his skin with longing.
Ryo climbed onto the bed his heart beating fast as he tried to puzzle through this new game that Dee had in mind. “What's all this Dee?”
“Stand up,” Dee said instead leaning back against the headboard propped up on the mountain of pillows in the bed.
“Dee?” Ryo asked still sitting his brow wrinkled.
“I had a dream last night,” Dee stood in the bed and pulled Ryo until the man stood next to him. Dee turned, careful of the shifting soft material at their feet. He positioned Ryo until he was in a direct beam of the sun's light. “But I know the reality will make it seem like nothing.” Ryo recalled waking to Dee practically on top of him. The loving had been passionate and near wild. He was still damp from his bath when Dee came to him with this bizarre request. Even now he could feel the residual effects of Dee's claiming. Dee fell back onto the bed his gaze going over Ryo. First the cream colored socks with a cold band around his toes to the tan pants. They were crisp and freshly pressed. Shonki had given him an odd look but did as he was asked.
“Dee?” Ryo asked again when Dee did no more than lay looking up at him. His face began to heat, going from a pale pink to a deeper shade.
“Turn around a little more,” Dee purred. Ryo stood on the bed his brow showing his confusion. “You look beautiful.” Dee was not surprised that Ryo averted his eyes. The man had a shyness that was bone deep. “Take the belt off,” Dee instructed. “Slowly.”
“What...Dee?” Ryo frowned. “I just got dressed and you want me to take it off?” Dee nodded, silent as he waited for the meaning of his words to sink in. Dee was not disappointed at the gasp he received.
“Yeah, that's right,” Dee's voice crooned when Ryo's hands, with a slight tremor, undid the clasp of his belt. Ryo wanted to please Dee. They had so much love between them. Dee gave him so much pleasure he could not see to deny them now. No one was here to see him. No one but Dee. The belt slid free and Ryo dropped it to the floor behind him. “Now the tie,” Dee's smile almost slipped as Ryo undid the painstaking work he had put into getting the piece of brushed silk just right. The tie fell next to the brown leather belt. “Undo the shirt, slowly,” Dee almost sat up to still Ryo's hands as the first two buttons came undone too fast. “Yes,” Dee leaned back satisfied. “Slowly, tease me.”
“Tease?” Ryo was at a loss. He shifted his hips to better tug the shirt from inside his pants. He finished the last of the buttons allowing the shirt to fall open revealing the soft tank underneath. He let the shirt slide down his arms then tossed it aside.
“Pants,” Dee panted. “Take the pants off. Slow, move your hips with it,” Dee encouraged licking his lips. Dee's body heat rose and he could feel the stiffness in his pants. It was something that Ryo would have to take care of. Soon, or he feared he would burst. He needed Ryo. Dee almost gave up his plan, but it was coming along more beautiful than the dream. Ryo seemed to shimmer before him in the shifting light from the sun through the veil-like curtains. His skin like smooth porcelain and hair like warm honey that begged for his touch. Ryo pulled the button free the zipper seeming loud against the pounding of his heart. “Lucius.”
Ryo laughed a bit, his nerves turning his face redder. He moved slowly, pushing the pants down revealing the cream colored underpants of the softest silk hugging all the angles of his skin. Ryo lifted his right leg to step from the pants, then the left, the right again. He gave up when they tangled around his legs and bent to pull them off. “Turn around,” Dee urged his breathing faster while his eyes drank in the beauty of the detective, the prince, the man, his lover. Ryo laughed again his nerves so high he could not think proper thoughts. He turned around to bend over and free himself from the pants and heard Dee gulp. When he turned back around Ryo's eyes boggled to see the prominent bulge in the sleek black pants that Dee wore.
“Wow, Dee,” Ryo felt his confidence build at the reaction he was getting from Dee. He trailed his hands along the tight tummy that Dee had spent hours licking and kissing just a short while ago. He pulled the edge of his shirt up showing Dee the pale, muscled tummy. Dee licked his lips wanting to taste all that golden skin. Ryo had heated his blood from the first day they had met. He knew it would never change. Ryo shook his head then lifted the shirt over his head.
“Oh...Baby, now the shorts, take 'em off,” Dee sat up straiter in the bed.
“You first,” Ryo taunted with just the fingers under the waistband of his shorts. His boldness grew as he saw Dee's mounting arousal. He did that to Dee, he knew it. He was the only one who could drive Dee to such heights of need. With flushed cheeks and moist palms, Ryo ran his fingers over his arms, then over his chest. Dee bolted upright striping away his shirt and pants with a speed that bounced the bed. Laughing Ryo held on to the carved ivory post to make sure he remained on his feet. This man, Ryo loved him so much. Once Dee lay before him, bare, engorged and weeping onto his taut stomach, Ryo removed his shorts.
Dee could feel it. Any minute now he would start to drool. “Come here,” Dee raised his hands to Ryo. Relieved, Ryo fell into his arms his face hiding in the groove of Dee's neck. Dee lifted Ryo's chin sinking into the eyes that so entranced him. Their lips met like lightning striking wood. With a groan they melded, but Dee held back. Slow, he wanted Ryo slow. He wanted to savor each delectable piece of the beauty before him. Dee traced a slow path with his tongue from Ryo's mouth to his neck. He nipped and sucked enjoying the marks left behind. Ryo arched into the touch, sensitive to the vibrations Dee caused within him. Ryo leaned back in Dee's arms his chest protruding in wanton invitation. Dee took it with little regard to his plan to go slow. Ryo gasped at the nipping teeth and lapping tongue that tortured his nipples until the stood erect against his chest.
Dee placed Ryo on his knees and leaned over him. He pressed the warmth of his body into Ryo's back as he reached around to fondle the growing need between Ryo's legs. “Spread your legs for me,” Dee whispered into Ryo's ear. “Yes, that's right, now raise your hips.” Dee grinned when Ryo complied and lay on his back underneath Ryo. Ryo gasped at the soft tongue tracing along his intimate regions. Dee stroked some of the pain from his shaft. Ryo sat up looking behind him. He lifted his leg and swung around until he was facing Dee. It looked so inviting. So wet. He could make it wetter. Ryo licked his lips and leaned forward. This odd, sexual deviant was the man he loved completely. Who but Dee would ask him to get dressed just for the pleasure of watching him undress? Ryo leaned in holding Dee gently in his hand. He licked, then kissed the tip stealing the drop of arousal from the tip.
That was it, Dee thought wetting his fingers then starting to probe Ryo's entrance. The small button of joy puckered as if inviting him in. In he went. His finger accepted up to the knuckle on the first try. “Dee,” Ryo gasped angling his body for easier reach.
“My mouth right?” Dee asked knowing the pleasure Ryo derived and just how to give it to him. Dee licked Ryo deep, his tongue sliding around beside his finger. Ryo gasped crying out. He pushed his body back onto Dee's mouth his body temperature rising. Keeping Ryo on his knees Dee slid out from underneath him and leaned in. He pressed his face in completely enjoying the sounds escaping from Ryo as the man gripped the sheets in his hands. Ryo closed his eyes his mouth open as he cried out. That tongue, that wicked tongue would drive him mad one day he knew. And Dee, Dee had no shame at all, he licked Ryo inside, outside, all the time. Ryo was so hard he feared release. Just as he knew he would not be able to hold back, Dee began to caress him.
“Dee,” Ryo gasped pushing himself more into Dee's hand. He shifted his hips, first back into the mouth, then forward into the hand. “Dee,” Ryo panted, his voice a heightened whine of need. “Oh... Dee, Koibito,” Ryo shook his head when his vision blurred. “Dee,” Ryo gasped, his blood boiled and he could see nothing but the soft covers under him as his world exploded into a multitude of color and light. He was still shaking when Dee moved back to the pillows propped against the headboard. He pulled Ryo into his lap. “Dee?”
Ryo's groggy voice was music to Dee's ears. He still sounded like he was aroused even though he had just spilled his seed. But that was not enough, Dee knew it. Ryo needed him now. “Stay on top of me,” Dee raised one of Ryo's legs until the man straddled his hips. Ryo's already flushed face lowered. “Please,” Dee raised Ryo's face until their lips met. “I know you are still a bit sore from this morning, so take it slow.” Ryo nodded his head still unable to meet Dee's eyes, he raised his hips then positioned himself. Dee took himself in hand spreading lubrication. He pressed against the slick portal. Ryo eased down his breath hitched, then released on a heady sigh at each inch of Dee that invaded his inner most intimate regions.
Like smooth velvet Ryo encased Dee, tighter and tighter he moved down. His body on fire with need Dee gripped Ryo's hips knowing he would leave bruises, but also knowing that Ryo could take it. Dee groaned as Ryo down further and further. Dee could not take it anymore. He raised his hips impaling Ryo with a sure thrust that had them both gasping in joy. Dee settled back on the bed holding his love in his arms. “ Move baby,” Dee pressed their lips together. “Move for me.” Ryo could not deny him. Slow undulations rocked his body as he found the spot of his most pleasure. Dee raised his hips again making sure to press against it. Ryo shivered then ground down hard against his. His inhibitions were soon tossed aside as his need grew. Dee reached down between them pulling Ryo into a higher state of arousal. Ryo could not hold himself upright. He placed both hands on Dee's shoulders, moving faster and faster, then slowing down when he feared peaking. No, not yet, he did not want this to end yet.
“Dee” Ryo moaned the name sinking down onto him.
“I know,” Dee swallowed the soft, sweet lips. “I know, just let me take care of you,” Dee pulled on Ryo's member until the man could not see straight. He bounced on Dee's lap a man possessed by passion, his need driving him to ride Dee with wild abandon. “I love you,” Dee held Ryo tight, knowing he was going to lose the fight with his body.
“Aishiteru,” Ryo cried out arching his back as his joy splashed like warm, wet cream onto Dee's chest, smearing onto his own. His body was wracked with contractions of release, squeezing Dee with a delicious rhythm. Dee panted the tightness and pleasure pulling his own release from him and pouring it deep inside of Ryo.
Break
Gustav entered the tent with a cautious air. He found Rain sitting on his unrolled sleeping bag with a journal in his lap. Rain looked up and Gustav almost backed away at he shining beauty sitting so quiet before him. “Lyrics?” Gustav asked knowing that, like Bill, Rain always carried a journal in case he felt the need to write lyrics. Rain shook his head he closed the journal. With a sigh he replaced it in his pack. The journal was black, it's spine still showing. Gustav wanted to ask, but figured if the boy kept a diary, it was his own business. Both Tom and Bill had warned him not to touch his room mate and to make sure to give him plenty of time to be changed. Shy? Is that all? Gustav did not think so, but the twins would say no more. “Mind if I change?”
“Do you plan on sleeping in all of your clothes” Rain turned his back after a smile at Gustav. He knew that Tom had told Bill. Bill had not spoken directly to him about it, but there was a certain sense of compassion in the taller young man's eyes as he looked at Rain. Also, there was fear. Rain got to his feet and put his boots on. “I have to go outside for a bit.” Gustav stood with is sweater half off. Rain left the tent, the flap still flapping long after he was gone. Rain walked over to the fire searching the area. The wind flowed smooth around him with no disturbance that he could sense. Heaven was there, just beyond the light of the fire. She was upset, but refused to answer his invitation. Rain tried again, taking the warmth of th fire, he blew it in her direction before pulling it back. He formed a hand from the emerald green flow and beckoned her.
“Great imitation of a maneki neko,” Bikky laughed at Rain. “She needs time.” Bikky patted Rain's shoulder. “You read way too many of Ryo's history and legends series.”
“I was not trying to be a maneki neko,” Rain stuck his tongue out at Bikky. Slyphe took a swipe at Bikky as he passed by her.
“Rain,” Bill approached from his tent. “I can not sleep,” He confessed. “The voice talks louder now.” Bill shivered pulling his cloak tighter around his slight frame. “He says... these things, things I do not want to hear.”
“You'll be alright,” Rain promised tasting the wind again. “He is far enough away that I can not scent him.”
Bill watched th flames dance in the wind. Snow fell down around them coating the ground until it looked like a winter wonderland sparkling in the light of the moon. “Rain,” Bill's voice was low. “How bad is it?”
“What?” Rain looked at the pale young man next to him. He wanted to brush him off and tell him it was none of his business. “Hopefully you'll never find out.”
“That bad huh?”Bill mused amazed that Rain had not run away from him, or yelled as he had with Tom. “I won't let that demon touch you. It was bad enough when it was a human. I have seen a demon, an incubus, go after a conquest. It's not pretty. If that beast had actually taken George, I am sure he would not be the same now.”
“How did he get away?” Bill asked intrigued at the strength that entered Rain's voice as he continued.
“I fought him,” Rain admitted. “It was not enough. If not for Lord D, George would have died.”
“But you tried,” Bill nodded with a smile at Rain. “I am sure that if you had not fought, the demon would have killed him sooner. You may have lost the fight, but I am sure you did not go down easily.”
“He broke a lot of my ribs when he threw me against the wall.” Rain remembered with a shake of his head.
“And you were just a page then,” Rain gasped to see Heaven. “You did well Wind Rider,” She commended him. Rain saw the new flush to her cheeks and the crystal quality to her eyes. She glowed in the darkness almost brighter than the flames. That much color and vitality could only mean one thing. Rain tasted the wind around Heaven and could sense no human contact. Then who? He wondered as she scented her again. Who had she fed from, surely not! Oh Rain knew that scent. It had attached to him like a leech, powerful and deadly. Heaven would never win in a fight against Mihnea, so had he submitted to her request? No, Heaven would never ask. Mihnea must have offered.
Tom left his tent to use relieve himself and saw his brother sitting by the fire. Beside him stood Heaven resplendent in long white pants, under heavy white top and cloak, the hood drawn up with a halo of her crisp hair peeking out. Even this far away her eyes glowed like jewels in the firelight. Tom hurried over and clapped a hand on Bill's shoulder. “I thought you were going to bed.
“I was not sleeping,” Bill pouted and reached for the tea that Rain offered him. “Heaven was just telling me about Rain's fight with an incubus. Not the rock band, but some kind of sex demon.”
“Rain was valiant,” Heaven warmed to the tale. She felt so much better not that she had had a more nutritious meal. “He was so small to go up against something so wild and evil and determined. One look at Pretty and he had to have him.”
“Pretty?” Tom had heard her address someone like that before, but paid it no mind.
“She means Georgie,” Rain pointed to the knights fire where George sat in Jhaymes arms. No commented, but the fire was much closer to their camp this night and they too had night watches.
“You call him Pretty,” Tom shook his head laughing having to agree. “How did the demon get him?”
“By a possession,” Heaven nodded forgetting that she had vowed to stay away from the human. “He had something that belonged to Pretty. When he bent to retrieve it, he was taken, luckily he had Rain's hand and Ponchi in his hair. Rain fought very well while Ponchi went for help. But the demon, he poked Pretty with a needle and the drugs nearly killed him. That is when Lord D saved him. He drew it all out. But he he burned his hands in the process. He is pregnant at the time.”
“HE!” Bill shook his head still amazed at the concept of male pregnancy.
“There are a lot of really amazing people here,” Tom sat down and pushed his brother off the felled log. He made room for Heaven. “It must have been nice growing up here.”
“I am sure it is,” Heaven spoke of her childhood for the first time to Tom. “But I grew up in New Orleans,” She dragged the words out while mashing them together with a cute accent that was her natural cadence.
“Just a southern girl,” Rain teased tugging her hair before bidding them good night. He had a smile on his face when he went back into his tent. Gustav was already asleep. Rain locked down the tent then lay in his sleeping bag. He had better get some rest now while he could. There was no telling when they would be attacked again. Just like with Ethio. In these woods, elves and fairies roamed. Would they be attacked? Rain was closing his eyes when the alarm bells rang out.
“Not human!” Talia yelled as she banged the gong. “KILL order! KILL!KILL!”
Kenneth rolled out of his tent hopping as he pulled his boots on. Once upright, Kenneth looked around. His large eyes went even larger as he saw the horde of class E demons running over the camp. Horns, scales, slime and noxious odors assailed his senses. Kenneth saw a demon sniffing the air, then head for a tent. “Guard them,” Kenneth rushed forward. His sword severed the demons head just as it opened the tent where Bill sat up. As soon as the gong rang Tom had hurried to his brother's side. “They want the guys!” Kenneth hurried to the tent. “Get out here, stay with a squire.” He pulled Bill and Tom out. Gustav bit back a scream as a horned beast grabbed his wrist. Bikky severed the creature's arm and shoved Gustav with Georg behind him. He saw the knights standing at the edge of camp, not lifting a finger to help. Count D looked disheveled as he waited to treat injuries. He must have been pulled from bed, just as they all were.
Bill's mouth fell open at his first look at an actual demon. He had seen vampires, dragons and evil smoke, but none of that compared to the slime covered beast that ogled him. This was more than like a meal, this was a desire to do heinous things to him. “Don't be afraid,” Rain stood beside him with his large double sided staff. On each end of the weapon was a shiny blade that was large and wide. Surely that thing weighed as much as Rain did, yet he wielded it with ease. “Stay behind me,” Rain ordered and Bill stood directly behind Rain who began to swing the weapon in a figure eight around his body, first up then down. Any demon that tried to get close lost a part. First a hand then a foot, then an arm, another demon tried and Rain switched the trajectory and Bill gagged as the head fell away. Bikky stood not too far behind Rain, with Tom at his side.
“Where are the guns we had earlier?”Bill asked afraid that something would come at him that Rain missed.
“Those won't hurt these things,” Rain explained. “We would need actual Arcadian steel bullets to hurt them.”
“Arcadian Steel,” Bill thought hard and pulled the dagger that Serina had brought to him and Tom. Just as he had feared, a demon came up behind Rain. Wrapping a tentacle around Bill's waist, the monster cheered his victory. His cheers soon turned to a howl of pain as Bill sliced at the digit holding him. Seeing his brother in danger, Tom joined him in severing the tentacle. “Rain, I've got it.”
“No,” Rain said shoving the end of his blade into the steaming beast on the ground his blood oozing out turning the snow black. “You've pissed it off,” Rain twisted the blade. “Now it's dead.” Rain yanked the blade free. These things were tough to kill.
“They are stronger,” Jhaymes said from his position at the fringe of the camp. “They must feel the presence of the higher order demon. It is giving them strength.”
Scales! Corvin stood. He could feel his blood heat, then chill. He could hear his heart thumping in his ears. He could do this. He was a squire of Arcadia. Page training was nothing, he made it through, his elf mother and human father were proud of him. He could, he could. Corvin gripped his sword his palms wet with the moisture of his over heightened senses. He had to move. Corvin told himself as the nearest beast, at least twenty times his size, turned to him. A glimmering stream of spittle slid free of it's mouth and sizzled on the ground melting the snow. Corvin backed away he held his sword up in a defensive position hoping to keep the monster away from him. The beast moved and Corvin attacked.
“Should we help them?” Leon asked watching as Corvin began to scream, swinging his blade wildly, his fear palpable as he faced the monsters over running the camp.
Gustav, beside Corvin, saw the young squire and knew that the young man was beyond error. His eyes were fully dilated, sweat poured from his body in rivulets that turned his heavy winter covering dark with moisture. His hands trembled ever so slightly but grew increasingly as his pulse began to visibly race. Thump thump... went his jugular vain. Thump thump, thump thump, faster now... and even faster. The squire trembled violently. Corvin looked up into the beasts eyes and could smell his own death. As his blood raced though his core it drained slowly from extremities making his arms and legs go numb. The large demon growled and lunged. Corvin jumped in his skin, trembled, and backed away falling over an upturned root of a tree in the woods, his sword falling from numb fingers as Corvin cowered on the ground in a pool of his own bodily waste.
“No, they are fine,” Mihnea watched Gustav take the blade that Corvin dropped to fight the demons felling two before he was joined by Georg and Orlan. Millian released his wings and ascended above the din. He began to shoot arrows just as Princess Tisiphone had taught him. He would serve her well as a squire. Talia went to lend aid to Rain and Bikky where they defended the twins.
Corvin watched his sword being wielded by Gustav but could not move out of shear fright. The other boy parried and tried again finding an opening in the beasts eyes. Angered, the beast charged past Gustav. He was supposed to take a hostage, but first, first he would eat that halfling. “No!” Corvin screamed in horror. “No! No! I want to go home! Take me home!” Corvin curled up on the ground shivering at the mass amount of monsters. “This is horrible, make it stop. Make them go away! Cease! Take me home!” Jhaymes nodded and hurried to pick the terrified squire up from the field. Corvin wept and trembled in Jhaymes arms while the other squires battled on until the last demon fell. Rain clapped his hands and the large weapon vanished on a puff of gray smoke.
“Injuries?” Millian asked as the assembled Squires checked themselves over. Milian's voice carried a bit of his disappointment at seeing his childhood friend carried from the field. Count D hurried to sooth the bruise growing on Bill's waist from where the demon had attacked him.
“They're doing the trials,” Mihnea brought it up again with Jhaymes while George sighed glad that the horrible screams and clang of battle were now over. “And they are doing very well.” Mihnea's eyes went to where Corvin was waiting for Nari to take him back to the Arcadian Palace. Without even a goodbye, he donned his fresh clothing and mounted the Pegasus. Weeping the entire way, Corvin said good bye to his squires' shield, and any hope he ever had of becoming a knight.
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In the woods, Hamanosuke crouched with Madame Scorpion watching as the Squires routed the monstrous demons that had attacked their camp. He watched the pretty youth, Bill yawn as he walked back toward his tent. “So that is one of them,” Madame Scorpion looked on at the young man. After all he had endured at the hands of Dae, could he really condemn a child to the same fate? But could he go back? Could he really give up this chance at freedom? There had to be another way. “If we work together,” Madame Scorpion said still feeling the after shocks of distaste at the thought of Dae's brutal claiming. “If we work together, there is a way we can both get out of this.” Hamanosuke watched the camp settle down as well hoping that it was true.
To Be Continued
Author's notes: So here is the breaking point that separates the Squires of Arcadia, slated for knighthood, from the rest.
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