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The Gauntlet Thrown - Lord Bent's Manor Vol. 2

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Chapter 1

Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1 - The second novel in the world of Lord Peter Bentencourt, an earth born magic user now living on the magical world of Kreven. Volume two continues after the events of the first novel, Fire and Ice. Beware, the ethics of Kreven are unlike those of Earth.

Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Mind Control   Lesbian   Heterosexual   Fiction   Magic   non-anthro   DomSub   Spanking   Group Sex   Cream Pie   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Pregnancy   Squirting   Hairy   Size  

“Peter, the dragon you killed was a male. I will arrive at noon the day after you read this. In an attempt to stave off disaster, together, we travel to return the two living eggs to their mother. Mohennial Sala.”


Lord Bentencourt’s Manor

Cursed Island, Mirror Lake, Kreven

3rd day before spring equinox

It was the following morning after Lord Bentencourt’s return from his most recent trip to Earth. After a quick, utilitarian breakfast during which he’d barely noticed his food, Peter now sat in his study, attempting to use office work to distract himself from the worrying message he’d received from Mohennial Sala the night before.

The office work consisted of reviewing the ledgers and journal entries maintained by his executive officer, Miranda Carlson. The twenty-eight-year-old woman was also in his study, busy at her own nearby work table tallying the list of items he’d requested be made ready for today’s pending excursion with Sala. Peter looked up from the ledger to find Miranda staring at him, a look of concern etched across her face. His executive officer also looked exhausted, likely not having slept a wink last night due to the same worries he felt. He raised his eyebrows in question.

“Milord,” Miranda asked carefully, “What if you were to use the portal and flee to Earth instead of going to confront dragons with Mohennial Sala?”

“Mohennial Sala is able to travel to Earth, Miranda,” he replied, “and far more easily than I. She’d be able to track me down there eventually. And even if I somehow managed to evade her, I fear what she would do to all of you remaining on Kreven. You know I’m not strong enough to portal-transport all of you to Earth with me in the time we have before her arrival. Besides, Tevi and Klup have too much Kreven magic invested in their bodies to survive even a few minutes on Earth.”

“I realize that, Milord,” she argued carefully, “but if you escaped to Earth, those of us left behind could flee the island and go to live elsewhere. Surely Mistress Sala cannot be aware of all your holdings! We could use the boats and head east across Mirror Lake and into the Ryzeelund. You could cast shielding spells on us before you left. The island manor house could always be rebuilt later. Also, there is a chance that when the Mohennial confronts the dragons without you, she might not survive.”

“I doubt that would happen,” Peter replied, “but even if she were killed, Sala most assuredly has plans in place to be quickly resurrected. And once she is restored, I have no doubt she would seek vengeance upon those who abandoned her in her time of need, and do so with a fervor—starting with me, of course.”

He paused for a moment before continuing. “No, I fear that I will have to see this dragon business through, come fortune or folly.”

Peter and Miranda’s somber discussion was interrupted by two women entering the study. The older of the pair, Peter’s housekeeper, Bella, led the way and was smiling proudly while gesturing towards her companion. The second woman, his young new apprentice, Bemilda Garland, was carrying a heavy, hooded leather cloak. Peter could not help but smile as he took in the older teenager’s comely figure and shining blonde hair.

“Milord,” Bella explained, “we have altered your war cloak as you have instructed.”

Bemilda, or Bemi, for short, stepped forward and presented the cloak to Peter. He took the heavy garment and laid it open on the large meeting table opposite his desk. First, he inspected the new warded patches he’d instructed be added to the exterior. These areas of padded, heavy leather should better protect his vitals from the front, sides, and back of the cloak. He then opened the cloak to inspect the two new pockets he’d requested be added to the inside lining.

One of the new pockets was positioned over his right breast and was sized to hold the fire crystal amulet the Mohennial had recently given him. The other new pocket, which was over his left breast, was much smaller, being just the size of a grape. Both pockets had been securely attached by heavy, reinforced stitching and each had flap covers which could be sealed shut by three closely-spaced buttons.

“These look good!” he commented. “Did you have any trouble sewing the reinforced leather?”

“The lass did the work, Milord,” Bella explained. “Her young fingers are much stronger and nimbler than my own.”

This was likely due to Bemi’s skill with the fiddle. The older teen had spent much of the last eight years working hard in her mother’s inn. She also regularly provided the evening’s entertainment in the great room, singing, dancing, and playing the fiddle. The effort showed in her toned arms visible below the short sleeves of her work dress.

Peter pulled on the heavy cloak and started cinching shut its many belts and buckles. Miranda rose to assist him, pulling the lowest two straps tight. Once it was fitted, Peter almost felt armored in the heavy leather covering. He pulled up the hood and also cinched tight the neck cord. With it closed, only a small portion of his face remained visible.

“The leather’s stiff from disuse, but not too bad,” he commented, moving around and bending. When he squatted, the long cloak reached the ground, concealing his legs and most of his feet. Peter had sized it this way on purpose as his best concealment spells would be cast on the cloak and not himself. He stood again and motioned for his executive officer to begin unbuckling the cinches.

“Good ... well done, ladies. Thank you!” he announced. “Please fetch my blackened boots, leather leggings, and gloves.”

Peter waited until the two had departed the study before going to his hidden lockbox. He released the guard wards while bypassing the trapped latch. Inside the small compartment was an assortment of his most powerful potions and items. He began removing certain potion vials and handing them to Miranda, who began sliding them into the appropriate pockets inside the cloak.

Finally, he removed the warded sack which contained the tiny frost crystal he’d recently retrieved from the dead cryo-dragon hatchling. He remembered to incant the spell which would protect him from the effects of touching the crystal and extracted the small gem.

Holding the blue sphere up to the light for a moment, he felt his hand warming while the gem became magically colder, maintaining its near cryogenic temperature. He also felt the excess magic emanating from the tiny crystal and how the spell he’d cast on himself allowed his body to siphon that excess while simultaneously protecting his fingers from the intense cold.

With his free hand, he fingered the new smaller pocket and cast a similar spell onto the leather material itself. He then tucked the small orb into the pocket and fastened the closure flap. Once the gem was in place, he carefully probed the leather around it, ensuring that the spell was protecting the garment from localized freezing. It seemed to be working, as if anything, the leather now felt slightly warmer than room temperature. Good!

Next, he withdrew his fire-crystal amulet from where it hung around his neck. He then carefully wrapped the chain around the perimeter of the amulet before tucking the medallion into the cloak’s new right breast pocket. Conversely, the leather over this pocket felt cooler as the fire crystal drew in nearby heat, storing some and converting the rest to magic.

Peter finally cast a new ward spell that merged the effects of both crystals, feeling the balance forming between the two. The cloak, and hopefully its wearer, were now protected from extremes of both heat and cold. The cloak tingled in his fingers as the magic potential being released by both crystals soaked into the leather.

“Why don’t you keep wearing the Mohennial’s amulet around your neck?” his XO asked.

“Two reasons,” he explained. “The first is that I’ve warded the cloak to allow the two opposing crystals to coexist in close proximity, almost feeding off one another. Second, if the cryo-dragons can sense the magic emitted by fire crystals, or more likely, the frost gem, I want to be able to quickly rid myself of both by taking off the garment. In that case, the cloak might provide a useful distraction.”

“Well, with all those buckles,” Miranda replied with a gesture, “you won’t be shedding it quickly.”

“That’s true,” Peter admitted. “Hopefully, I’ll know early on and have plenty of warning before having to rid myself of the garment.”

He donned the heavy coat a second time and again strapped the cinches tight. “Well, let’s test how the new crystals work in close proximity along with the cloak’s concealment ward.”

Again, his assistant had to help with the hard-to-cinch lower strap. Once all the buckles were tight, he held himself still, sensing if the crystals were coexisting as expected. He didn’t sense any localized hot or cold spots forming, so he began moving, bending, and twisting to verify that motion did not alter the finely balanced effect.

“Good,” he finally exclaimed. “The protection spell on the cloak is managing the interaction of both crystals. As a bonus, the cloak’s ward spell should also remain active indefinitely simply from the excess magic emitted by the gems.”

“Clever, Milord,” Miranda agreed. “Like a battery that will never run out.”

“That was the plan,” Peter replied while walking over to the burning fireplace. “The balance temperature is set to about ten degrees below body temperature. Any outside temperature above or below that will cause either crystal to trickle out excess magic.”

She looked thoughtful for a moment. “And, even if it is that exact temperature outside, your higher body heat will still power the effect!”

He nodded, impressed at her quick thinking.

“It’s time to test the effect at more extreme temperatures,” he said before stooping.

He held his hand out to the flames, pausing a bit before touching a glowing log with his bare hand. When he did, the glowing wood darkened as the heat was drawn away from his flesh and dumped into the fire crystal in front of his chest. The excess magic released from the gem was used to protect the rest of the cloak and to prevent his hand from burning. He stood up, flexing his hand and inspecting the sleeve of the cloak.

“Amazing, Milord!” Miranda said from next to him. She fingered the end of the leather sleeve. “It’s not even warm.”

Next, Peter went to his desk and picked up the jug of iced water that he’d requested earlier. Wrapping his hand around the dew-covered pottery for a long moment, he tried to detect the effects of the frost crystal.

“I feel the cold of the jug, but my hand is warming to compensate,” he explained. “The frost crystal’s conversion spell is also working.”

“Let me feel your hand,” Miranda asked.

Peter took a long drink before setting the jug down and offering his hand to his executive officer.

“It’s warm,” she replied, amazed.

“So far, so good,” he said in agreement. “The new spell combines both fire and ice spells to work to moderate both the cloak and my body temperature, keeping both close to normal. Now I have to test if the gems can safely interact with my standard invisibility spells.”

Peter stepped away from his executive officer and cast his strongest invisibility charm focused on the cloak. Miranda breathed in sharply when the spell triggered and caused him to fade from view.

“Milord! Even with the cloak’s hood down, I can barely see the top of your head!”

She walked around to get a better angle. “Just the top of your hair is visible.”

“Yes,” he explained. “There is an overlapping area of spillage from the cloak. The effect is enough that I can remove my gloves while still keeping my hands invisible. Let me pull up the hood.”

Peter did so and moved to a new area of the room, squatting slightly so that the hem of his long coat contacted the floor. Miranda had tracked his exposed feet for a moment before losing them. Still in a crouch, he quietly shuffled around her until he stood near the main entry doors. Miranda remained looking near the table where he had been.

“You are completely invisible, Milord!” she said with amazement.

“Good,” he replied, causing her to jump and turn towards where the sound emanated from. “The spell is anchored to the cloak and I have woven it to draw sustaining magic from the output of both crystals. This should allow me to easily maintain the effect indefinitely once I activate it.”

He then mentally released the concealment charm, causing the cloak to become visible for a few seconds before just as quickly restoring it. He repeated the rapid off-and-on magical action a few more times before leaving it in place.

“Amazing!” Miranda gasped. “I’ve never seen you work your spells so fast! How are your energy levels, Milord?”

“Decent,” he replied, still invisible. “The concealment spell on the cloak does draw lightly from my reserves, but the bulk of the magical energy comes from the gems. Aside from these tests, I am roughly at three-quarters level, still somewhat reduced due to using the portal last night.”

Miranda frowned, “I would see you fully recharged before the Mohennial’s arrival. Would you like me to—”

“No, my pet,” he interrupted. “I plan on utilizing my new apprentice for that task.”

Miranda did not quite manage to conceal the frown his statement caused, so he explained carefully. “Bemi needs to better understand her role as an apprentice, Miranda. Also, the experience will help teach her about her own magical limits. Besides, she is still a teenager and will recover from the reduction of her life force faster than either of us.”

Reminding Miranda that the beautiful teenager was a decade younger than she was had been a mistake as his assistant’s frown only increased.

“Also, you have too much on your plate right now to be so drained, XO,” he added softly, approaching silently and touching her cheek.

She flinched at his unexpected touch and turned to look away. He reached out, turning her back to face him before realizing that she still could not see him. He pulled her closer so she was inside the coverage of his cloak’s spell. Miranda would be able to see his features now.

“Do you really want to spend the rest of the day unconscious, or at the least, awake but too exhausted to accomplish anything?” he asked softly.

“No, not really,” she admitted.

The subject of their discussion chose that moment to return to the study. As he had requested, Bemi was carrying Peter’s black boots, leggings, and gloves. She pulled up suddenly upon seeing only Miranda. “Where’s Peter?” Bemi asked, confused.

Still invisible, Peter released his XO and silently moved around the teenager until he surprised her by swatting her backside hard.

“Eep!” the startled teenager exclaimed, dropping the clothing and fearfully swiveling around looking for the source of her punishment.

Peter lowered his hood and opened the top of his cloak, causing his head to become mostly visible.

 
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