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  I waded through the close-packed battle, slashing and stabbing with Grave Oath, ducking under, jumping over, and sliding past axe, flail, and morning-star attacks with effortless speed, all the while countering with whipping blows of my enchanted kusarigama chain and hacking and cutting with the weapon’s razor-sharp blade edge.

  I could have decimated the ranks of the barbarians in seconds using a few well-timed corpse explosion spells, but I wanted to keep as many of their dead intact as I could for resurrection as zombies. As disappointing as it was, I held off on detonating any corpses.

  Ahead of me, Fang caught a barbarian in his jaws, and with a toss of his powerful neck he threw the screaming warrior through the air toward me, as if it were some sort of twisted game he and I were playing. I lashed a section of the kusarigama chain out like a bat, smashing the airborne barbarian in the opposite direction, back over Fang’s head. A howling barbarian in berserker mode came flying at me from the side, dual-wielding a pair of morning stars. I took one of his arms off with the kusarigama blade and plunged Grave Oath up under his chin, all the way through his head into his brain, and watched his massive body shrivel up like an apple left out in the sun as Grave Oath sucked his soul out.

  I killed a few more warriors with what had become routine enjoyment, and then it was over. Barbarians and their direwolves lay dead in heaps, scattered all over the road. These raiders wouldn’t be hitting any more villages or towns, and Prand would be safe from their predation. My uncle and his oblates wouldn’t, and nor would any of the Blood God’s servants, because these warriors and their mounts were about to enter the service of the God of Death.

  Raising zombies—both human and beast—had been a challenge for me at first, but now, I was so familiar with the process that it had become second nature. In the blink of an eye, I’d sent a piece of my consciousness, along with a large enough speck of life force, into each barbarian and wolf’s body. Within seconds, all of the dead were staggering to their feet, their eyes glowing an unearthly shade of yellowish green as they joined my ever-growing undead army.

  Chapter Seven

  Around me, Elyse, Isu, Rollar, and Drok stood panting and sweating, exhausted from the intensity of the fighting. As for me, though, I’d barely broken a sweat; one of the many perks of being a deity. From the wagon, I could see Anna peeking out with a strange look in her eyes. It wasn’t one of fear, as I’d expected; it was a look I was very familiar with seeing in the eyes of many women in my presence.

  I hadn’t told the others about our stowaway yet, and I figured I’d keep it a secret for a little longer. After seeing that particular look in her eyes, and feeling intensely charged myself after all the fighting and winning, I wanted a bit of alone time with Anna. I’d waited long enough for this, and a battle victory deserved a bit of a reward, I figured. All the signs indicated she thought the same.

  “All of you,” I ordered, “get organized and scout through the woods in all directions. There may be more of these motherfuckers hiding out nearby, and we want to wipe them out completely! Meet back here in half an hour!”

  Although they were all drained from our morning battle, they obeyed. I didn’t expect them to find anything or run into any trouble, but I needed them gone for the moment. Plus, it never hurt to be sure.

  I walked over to the supply wagon in which Anna was hiding, pausing to wipe the blood off my weapons and armor with rags that I tore off undead barbarians as I passed them.

  Anna watched the others heading off into the woods, and when they were all gone, she climbed out of the wagon. She swayed her hips seductively as she glided over the ground toward me, her eyes locked onto mine with a sultry stare as she bit teasingly on the corner of her lower lip. She was wearing a long scarlet dress that hugged the contours of her slim figure, and through it, the nipples of her high-set, pert breasts protruded with an almost painful urgency.

  “That,” she purred as she reached me, “was… brutal. Barbaric. Savage…”

  “And you liked it, didn’t you?” I stood in front of her and grinned as urgent heat surged toward my nether regions.

  “I’ve seen men beheaded and hanged in the town square before, by your uncle,” she answered, “but they were tied up, in chains, and helpless. This… this was completely different. Huge men, fighting with fury, like wild animals. And you, Vance - I’ve never seen a man move like that. You were like a dancer, a deadly dancer. Savage and powerful, yet effortlessly graceful and acrobatic. You danced the dance of death with these barbarians, and watching you do it made me feel… oh, all sorts of things. All sorts of delectable things. All sorts of impatient things that are still glowing in me, waiting for… You truly are a god…”

  She hadn’t even taken her clothes off yet, but the look in those big, sexy eyes of hers was enough to get me rock-hard already. My cock was pressing with such force against the inside of my pants, I thought it might snap in half if I didn’t let it out.

  “We’ve both been waiting for this for a very long time, Anna.” I slowly unbuckled my belt while keeping my eyes locked onto hers. “And now. we’ve finally got some alone time together. We’d best make the most of it.”

  Her eyes drifted down, slowly tracing a passage down my chest, my stomach, finally landing on my groin and staying there.

  “I’ve been waiting for this for a very long time indeed,” she cooed, her eyes fixed on the massive, throbbing bulge between my legs. “And I’ve been dying to find out if the rumors I’ve heard about a certain part of you are true.”

  “There’s only one way to find out, Anna.”

  I popped the end of my belt out of its buckle, but I let her do the rest. After all, her eyes the look of excitement that precedes opening a birthday gift. She sank to her knees in front of me and tugged my pants down, teasing me with painstakingly slow movements. She lowered my pants inch by inch, revealing the sight of my massive length and girth pressed against the inside of my thigh bit by bit. Her lips curved up into a wicked grin of sheer delight when she caught sight of the prize that awaited her, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. She yanked my pants down to my knees, gasping with both shock and salacious delight as my prick sprang out with the force of a trap snapping shut. It almost hit in her face, and she had to bob her head to the side to avoid being smacked by it.

  “By all the old gods,” she murmured, staring at my throbbing dick in sheer awe, “the rumors were true. It is the biggest in Brakith.”

  She slowly curled her fingers around my shaft, gripping it with both hands, and then, turning her gorgeous eyes up to shoot me a beguiling gaze, she opened her mouth and started feeding my pillar of power into her. Anna had a dainty mouth, but those glossy red lips were blowjob lips if I’d ever seen them, and boy, could that little mouth open amazingly wide. This wasn’t the first cock she’d swallowed; I could tell right away that she had plenty of experience with this. My suspicion was confirmed when she cupped my balls with one hand and started fondling them softly, teasingly, while she continued to swallow me, inch by girthy inch.

  “Don’t choke yourself… too much.” Pleasure rushed through me as she stretched her mouth even wider. She started coughing and gagging but insisted on continuing to try to fit all of me inside her mouth and throat. I saw her voluptuous lips stretch greedily to coax more of me in.

  I grinned. “You’re quite determined to fit all of me in there, aren’t you?”

  It wasn’t as if she could speak with her mouth stuffed like this, so she simply nodded, gagging on my monster. I wondered briefly whether she had practiced for this moment like Isu had, and then I wondered, with a sudden smirk, what Isu would do when she realized just how stiff the competition she faced was. She’d have to put in many hours of practice to top this.

  Anna must have learned some serious throat relaxation skills, because I was deep in there now. I’d be getting into her lungs if I went any deeper, but still she kept swallowing. It was fascinating to watch—and an extreme turn-on, which didn’t help her, a
s I kept on swelling harder to the point where it felt as if my dick was about to explode. The wet pressure along the length of me was excruciatingly delicious -, the tight squeeze of her throat that massaged my tip as she swallowed, her tongue still lapping away along the shaft, her lips caressing and sucking close to the base. Eventually, her upper lip pressed against my pubic bone. I don’t know how, but this slim, dainty-mouthed girl had deep-throated me completely. I was as deep inside her as I could be, inside a massage parlor whose only goal was to provide me slow-building pleasure of all kinds. She looked up at me with those gorgeous puppy-dog eyes, asking with her gaze if she’d done a good job, while it looked as if even a flinch on my part would dislocate her jaw. All the while, she moaned and massaged me with her mouth and throat.

  “Damn,” I growled as pleasure rolled through me in addictive pulses.

  I reached down and slipped my hands through her silky raven hair, gathering two fistfuls of it and using it to pull her onto me. She gagged a little, but I held her there, and the bright lust that was gleaming in her eyes grew even more intense. This was a girl who, despite her fashionista beauty queen image, liked things a little rough. There was still some of the old tomboy who liked wrestling with the guys in the dirt left in her. Still, I actually started to worry that she was going to suffocate, so I slackened my grip on her hair and gently began sliding myself out of her. My rock-hard prick popped out of that beautiful mouth, dripping with her drool, and she gasped, her chest heaving as she panted.

  “No, Vance,” she whimpered, staring with greedy desire at my drool-dripping prick, “I want more of it, I want more…”

  She grabbed it with both hands and started going to work on it, moaning onto it as she sucked, bobbing her head back and forth enthusiastically while caressing my balls and stroking my shaft alternately. All the while she maintained intense eye contact, telling me with her gaze just how much she was loving this.

  “Let’s have a look at those tits of yours,” I muttered while she sucked.

  I reached down and unbuttoned her dress while she was rocking her head back and forth on my prick, and, after a bit of fumbling, succeeded in opening it far enough for her tits to be able to pop out. They weren’t as large as Elyse’s or Isu’s, but damn, that perfect shape must have been crafted by an angel somewhere in the highest reaches of heaven. They were firm and pert to the point of being gravity-defying, and just over a handful each, sat pale nipples almost the same hue as her skin—nipples that were swollen and stiff with the intensity of her arousal. I started playing with her nipples while she went to work on my cock, and this caused her to moan and gasp even more passionately onto my rod while she sucked.

  Waves of intense pleasure were racing through my veins, and as good as Anna was at giving head, I wanted more from her—and I knew she wanted to see what my cock felt like inside other parts of her.

  I leaned down and whispered into her ear. “You wanna be fucked by a god?”

  “Please, Vance, please,” she gasped, popping her eager mouth off my cock for a second to reply.

  I picked her up by her shoulders and turned her around to face the side of the wagon. She gripped it, breathing hard, and I lifted up her dress and was greeted with the glorious sight of her round, firm ass. She spread her shapely legs wide, and I got a good look at her cleanly shaven opening from behind, her pinkness already dripping wet with hot arousal.

  “Put it in,” she purred as she reached down with one hand to massage her pussy while reaching behind her with the other to grip my dick and guide it into her wet slit.

  She gasped, and her body stiffened as I squeezed the tip in. She was tight, and as wet and aroused as she was, it was a squeeze to fit into her.

  “Slowly,” she gasped. “It’s so huge. I want it all inside me, but you need to go slowly…”

  I did as she said, gripping a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back as I started feeding myself into her, inch by inch. She gasped and shuddered as I filled her up and stretched her out, and although it took a little while, I eventually managed to bury myself in her completely. She was breathing hard at this point, whimpering with pleasure and a little pain, but to show me how eager she was, she started grinding herself against me, encouraging me to start fucking her properly.

  I didn’t need much encouragement to do that. I started sliding myself in and out, going slowly at first so that she could get used to my size, but then driving my prick in and out with increasingly potent force. I kept a good grip on her hair with one hand, and with the other, I started giving her a few slaps on that perfect, firm ass. I could tell she liked a little bit of pain; every time my hand slapped those buttcheeks, she would gasp and buck just a little bit more against me as I fucked her.

  “Hit me… harder,” she moaned, her cheeks flushed with arousal, panting hard.

  I pulled her hair back with more force, enough to cause a little pain, and slapped her ass hard while increasing the intensity of my strokes, each of which was going deep and hard. As I started to slap her ass harder and fuck her deeper, sliding in to the base and out to the tip with every thrust, she started arching her back and screaming out with intense pleasure.

  “I’m almost there, Vance. Fuck me harder! Harder!”

  It wasn’t as if I needed much encouragement to do that. I was now hammering away at that tight little pussy with a furious speed and delivering swift, sharp slaps to her perfect ass. She was screaming now, loudly enough that surely everyone who was scouting through the woods had to have been able to hear us. I didn’t give a shit; this felt way too good to tone down or stop.

  She kept screaming that she was about to cum, but now, I was feeling like my own orgasm was coming on like a galloping horse. Finally, she drove herself onto me forcefully and gripped the side of the wagon so hard that I thought the wood would explode into splinters. She let out a long, passionate cry, screaming out to all the world that she was in heaven. Her body slackened, then stiffened up, then slackened again as trembling waves of ecstasy tore through her. She gasped and almost collapsed, but then turned around, pulled my cock out of her, dropped to her knees, and started jerking me off furiously, her mouth open and her tongue positioned under my prick.

  I was almost there, so it didn’t take much effort on her part to finish me off. I blew a massive load all over her beautiful face. She shivered as I drenched her face with my cum, but while she lapped a bit of it up and swallowed it with maddeningly playful slurps and licks, the rest she slowly massaged into her face, staring up at me all the while.

  “The seed of a god is surely the best moisturizer there is,” she said. “That was truly amazing. I’ve never been fucked like that before. Never. You really are a god…”

  “You were pretty damn good yourself.” I stroked her beautiful black hair. “Certainly not the tomboy I remember.”

  “I wanted you back then too, you know,” she said. “I was just too scared to show it.”

  “I’m glad you finally plucked up the courage to take what you wanted,” I said with a grin. “Anyway, you’d better get back in the wagon. The others will be coming along soon. I’ll tell them you’re here soon enough… but not just yet.”

  Anna nodded, got up, buttoned her dress, and headed back into the wagon, with my load still all over her face. I wondered how long she was going to leave it there.

  Soon after that, the others started to emerge from the woods. As expected, they came back with nothing to report, one by one, until only Elyse had not yet returned. She was gone for five, and then 10, and then almost 15 minutes after everyone else had returned.

  Just as I was about to head off into the woods to see if I could find her myself, she emerged from the trees… and she wasn’t alone. Trailing behind her was a thin young man in rags. He looked like a peasant, and from his disheveled appearance, cut-up skin, and unkempt hair full of twigs and leaves, it looked like he’d been through hell.

  “What’s going on here?” I asked, walking up to Elyse and the young p
easant who was following her like a stray.

  He was thin, almost to the point of emaciation. While he didn’t look diseased, he was obviously extremely weak, probably starving and dehydrated. He posed no threat at all; a strong breeze would have snapped him in half like a dry twig—but there was something about him that seemed… off. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but my assassin’s sixth sense was definitely tingling.

  “I found him wandering in the woods,” Elyse said. “The poor young man is lost and says he hasn’t eaten in days.”

  “Well, what the hell is he doing out here in the middle of nowhere anyway? Did those barbarians raid his village or something?”

  “Y-yes, my lord,” the young man croaked in a thin, reedy voice. “The barbarians… raided my village. They k-killed everyone. I only… barely escaped with… my life.”

  He was lying. I knew right away; even a beginner assassin would have spotted it. It was a good enough lie to fool the average person, but not me. Still, I didn’t want him to know that I was onto him, so I played along.

  “Oh, really?” I said, feigning sympathy. “Well, that’s terrible. I’m sorry for your loss, boy, but as you can see, we’ve taken care of those raiders. They won’t be pillaging any more villages, not now.”

  He bowed low before me. “Th-thank you, my lord.” Who the hell was this beggar-looking beanpole, why was he lying, and what in the name of myself was he doing out here? The nearest village was dozens of miles away.

  “We can take him with us,” Elyse said, “just to the next village we pass through. We can drop him off there. You have relatives who live in the next village, don’t you, Jort?”

  “Y-yes, I um, I have family there,” Jort agreed.

  I shot a subtle sidelong glance at Isu, and her look told me she too knew this man was lying.

  “All right,” I said, “you can ride along with us to the next village, Jort. In the meanwhile, have some food and water. You look like you need it.”