The Gauntlet Thrown - Lord Bent's Manor Vol. 2
Copyright© 2025 by Commissum
Chapter 5
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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. Also, book one has a map of the Mirror Lake region.
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
Mohennial Sala broke the stalemate. “Lord Bent, the egg with the green ribbon is to remain on the sled back here at this distance as should our archer. Bring the egg with the yellow ribbon and follow me.”
Peter hefted the yellow-ribboned egg and stepped after Sala, who’d begun slowly walking towards the circle and the dragon. One-Fang followed their approach, crouching slightly but remained where it sat. Eventually, they reached the exposed stone of the portal circle and paused. Mohennial Sala pointed at the dragon and gestured with her fingers for it to approach.
Soon after, the towering cryo-dragon snorted and began to crawl forward slowly. It moved cautiously, moving as if mimicking their own slow approach, crossing the far side of the portal, then the center. As it closed the distance, its eyes remained focused on them like the predator it was. Again, Peter wished he were currently elsewhere.
“Oh well,” he muttered to himself. “I’ll finally get some use from the resurrection fees I’ve been paying Rhecate all these years.”
Sala heard his comment and chuckled for a moment before gesturing for Peter to set down the egg in front of them. She then bent to deactivate the net ward protecting the egg and then pulled down the wrapping itself far enough to clearly reveal the egg’s textured shell. This caught the attention of One-Fang, who leaned forward, stretching its neck to bring the dragon’s cart-sized head close to inspect the now-familiar-looking object.
Peter and Sala stepped back as the dragon sniffed the egg deeply. As its mouth opened slightly, Peter saw the broken fang on the left side of the dragon’s mouth that must be its namesake. He also noticed the dozens of small mind tentacles ringing the base of the dragon’s skull swell to rigidity. The spikes formed a halo-like mane of mental projectors and receivers, and Peter felt a strange magical aura sweep across the edges of his mind. It was alien but resembled the sensing spells battle wizards cast to seek their foes. The cryo-dragon was probing them and the egg with its arcane senses.
The alien aura focused on the egg. Suddenly, One-Fang’s eyes opened wide and it reared its head back before trumpeting out a roar of outrage towards the sky. The close-proximity basso rumble had Peter’s molars aching, and he tried to cover both ears to protect himself from the explosion of sound. There was no doubt about the dragon’s emotions now!
Sala stepped forward waving her hands quickly, and muttered a spell to create a shield barrier in front of them. It solidified just as the enraged dragon finished bellowing and lunged forward to attack. The shield flared white as the creature impacted the barrier and came to an abrupt stop. The Mohennial grunted from the mental shock of the impact, but the shield held. The cryo-dragon recovered and pulled back as if to lunge again. But instead of repeating the physical attack, it deeply inhaled, readying its freezing spittle ranged weapon.
“Back up Tevi!” Sala shouted towards where the still-invisible half-elf waited near the sled. “Do not fire unless we fall.”
One-Fang angled its head downwards toward them and violently projected a gout of freezing liquid directly onto Peter and Sala. Most of the spittle was deflected by the shield, but some tunneled through, either imbued with powerful, penetrative magic or the opposite, being so magically null that the shield could not fully mitigate the effect.
Sala quickly stepped in front of Peter to intercept the freezing droplets with her body. Her frost crystal pendant activated to convert the cryogenic cold into warming magic. Despite her noble act, a few droplets made it past the Mohennial to splash on Peter’s cloak, and he felt his own hidden ice crystal gem activate to absorb the cold. The Mohennial sensed his cloak’s magic and glanced back at him in surprise. Her eyes widened as she deduced what he’d done.
“Very clever, Peter,” she said, looking impressed. “The broken egg from back at the cave?”
His nod was enough to confirm her theory, and the Mohennial returned her focus back to the cryo-dragon who now looked perplexed that they’d survived its breath weapon at such close range. Before it could launch another spittle attack, Peter felt strong mental magics emanating from the Mohennial. Even though the mind energy was not directed at him, he felt a sudden, strong headache as the mental pressure rose.
Once it reached an almost-unbearable pinnacle, Sala released her mind attack, and the cryo-dragon rocked back as if struck by an enormous physical blow. Its halo of erect mind tentacle disappeared instantly as the cryo-dragon retracted them fully trying to halt the penetrating mental attack. This proved ineffectual, and One-Fang began thrashing its head about, bellowing in pain and rage.
Even while the dragon writhed in agony, it still attempted another physical attack by slashing its spiked tail around to flank the Mohennial’s shield. Thankfully, Sala had the foresight to form the shield hemispherically, which blocked the attack. The shield flared again absorbing the tail’s impact from the side. Peter was impressed that Sala could maintain an encompassing, full-strength defensive shield while simultaneously launching such a potent offensive mind attack.
The torturous mental energies the Mohennial was wielding intensified still further, and his head throbbed in agony. It proved effective, however, and the still-shrieking dragon began to retreat. As it withdrew beyond the far side of the portal circle, Peter felt the Mohennial cease her mental attack. The dragon stopped writhing almost instantly and crouched, its long-spiked tail lashing back and forth as it recovered.
While it was still as angry as ever, Peter sensed the first hint of fear from the dragon. Fear, or possibly disbelief, that a mere human could withstand its strongest attacks and then force it to retreat. The impasse held as each side waited, studying the other.
Sala let her shield drop and stepped forward carefully. She first gestured towards the egg and then to herself. Next, she pointed at One-Fang and then to the portal. Finally, she made fists with both hands and brought them together in front of her like rams battling each other. One-Fang watched her performance with anger and clear confusion as its head tilted, trying to interpret the Mohennial’s message. Peter’s fear kept him from snorting out loud at the realization that the dragon’s reactions were similar to those of a curious dog.
“What are you trying to say to it?” he asked quietly, when he cleared the image.
“It’s the signal to talk,” she replied. “I hope.”
She made the gestures again before glancing at Peter to further explain. “I was able to access some of the records of the first accords with the cryo-dragons. Among the scraps of information, I was able to find the basic communication protocols.”
The dragon suddenly emitted a rumble and started forward slowly. The Mohennial rejoined Peter and the egg and reformed the shield. This time, One-Fang paused just before the shield before slowly attempting to reach through it and snatch the egg with its mouth.
“No!” Sala yelled, as the shield barrier flared, preventing the attempt. The dragon stopped pushing and emitted another angry hiss.
Sala made the opposing fist gesture again. “Talk! I want to talk with your queen!” she said loudly.
The clearly-frustrated dragon raised its head to the sky and trumpeted out another expression of its rage. Finally, with another long look of hatred, One-Fang retreated to the center of the portal circle and spread its wings. At first, Peter thought it was attempting to take to the air, but the flapping motions were too slow and too steady to push enough air for flight. Instead, he felt strange magical energies forming in the circle.
“It’s activating the portal!” he yelled.
The Mohennial was already stepping back. “Peter! Bring the egg and retreat back to the sled.”
Peter quickly gathered up the netting and backpedaled with the egg as fast as he could away from the activating portal. They’d just reached the sled when a large, shimmering sphere formed. When the dazzle faded, One-Fang was gone.
“It fled?” Peter asked in disbelief.
“Temporarily, I suspect,” Sala replied. “Hopefully he understood what I was seeking and went back to the dragon realm to summon higher authority. Come, let’s go back inside the Watchkeeper’s bunker to wait. I have no idea how long this will take.”
An half hour of boredom followed. Inside the Watchkeeper’s Station, the corporal and second-rank private had finally been relieved and replaced by the dwarven sergeant they’d met earlier. Along with the sergeant was a now much-more-sober lieutenant. The troubled light elf woman was still suffering from the Mohennial’s earlier mental torture but had gained respect in Peter’s eyes for not remaining hidden in her quarters, and instead, coming up to confront her torturer again.
He suspected the Mohennial was similarly impressed, as Sala treated the lieutenant without contempt and more as a fellow Order officer. While they waited, the group enjoyed tea. Peter had left the eggs on the sled parked in the cold outer tunnel. Tevi had elected to remain with the eggs because she easily tolerated the cold, and in the tunnel, it was easier to remain hidden.
Peter visited her by using the excuse of checking the ward nets around the eggs were still magically charged. Since Tevi was alone, Peter let her invisibly spell lapse so as to help preserve his own limited resources. The half-elf was sitting on the sled leaning back on the egg. She looked tired.
“How’s it going, Tevi?” he quietly asked his former ward.
“This trip is both fun and boring, Master,” she responded. “I like being invisible, and trying to keep from bumping into everyone is fun. But all this waiting is boring.”
“I hope it stays boring for you,” he responded. “If you do have to use your new toy, things might be dire indeed.”
“True enough, Master,” she replied, yawning.
Tevi’s watches on the island were normally nocturnal, so for her, today’s expedition was cutting into her normal sleep period.
“You’re exhausted, Tevi,” he commented. “Why don’t you lie down on that tarp and get some rest? I will reestablish the invisibility spell if someone comes out here.”
Tevi did not argue and moved to do as he had suggested. Once she had built herself a nest out of the tarp and two of the snow suits, Peter recast the invisibility spell and returned inside. When he was back in the Watchkeeper’s Bunker, he sat on the floor with his back against the wall, suddenly tired himself. When he caught himself nodding off, he stood and began pacing. He began replaying the events of the day since they’d left the island.
In the second hour of waiting for the dragon’s response, he asked the Mohennial to accompany him back out to the tunnel. After he checked on the eggs and the still-sleeping Tevi, he turned to the Mohennial with an exasperated look.
Sala smiled. “You have questions, Peter?”
“That’s an understatement, Mohennial,” he began. “First, from what the Commander and the battle wizards stationed here have let slip, I’ve deduced that long ago, the Order reached some sort of agreement with the cryo-dragons to let them hunt in a limited area around the pole?”
“That is correct, Peter,” she confirmed, still showing amusement. “The treaty was brokered over a millennium ago. What else have you deduced?”
“That strange portal,” he continued, still peeved. “It reeks of a type of portal magic like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”
“That is also correct,” the Mohennial answered. “It’s of dragon origin and connects from this island to somewhere inside their realm. We lack the ability to activate it, or to disable it, unfortunately, as it’s sustained from the other side.”
“And where is this ... dragon realm?” Peter asked next.
“No one knows for sure, Peter. We are fairly certain it does not exist anywhere on Kreven.”
“Another world?”
“That ... or possibly some kind of magical pocket realm,” she replied. “One out of phase with our world, and possibly, out of our time. Four centuries ago, the great magical researcher Zlandquar theorized that the cryo-dragon realm exists on Kreven, but in another time, either far in the past, or yet in our future. But proof of that theory never materialized.”
“So, we’ve been letting them come and go for over a thousand years?” Peter exclaimed. “And almost no one today knows of this?”
“That’s about the size of it,” Sala replied. “It helps that the treaty limits their access to only a small area of Kreven, a circular hunting preserve just a few hundred miles in diameter between here and the North Pole. The battle wizards stationed here ensure that the dragons do not leave the preserve, or to gather inside it in numbers. Conversely, the wizards also work to keep Krevens unaware and out of the dragons’ hunting area, although some northern ice tribes living near the fringes of the preserve occasionally wander inside.”
“And these cryo-dragons come here from their realm to hunt sea wraiths?” he asked.
“That appears to be the main reason, Peter,” Sala confirmed. “Wraiths are almost extinct on their own, so the hunts are seldom successful these days. I know Order wizards have tried for centuries to harvest wraiths for study but without success.”
“I assume that, long ago, there was a battle between the cryo-dragons and Krevens and that the dragons were driven back to this portal,” Peter continued. “If that is true, why do we still let them hunt here and not simply ring the portal with enough weaponry to kill them if and when they reappear?”
“Greed, of course,” Sala explained. “Every few decades, the dragons bring through to Kreven a ten-weight of imbued electrum.”
Peter’s eyes widened upon hearing of the ultra-precious metal. “So, this is where it comes from? I’ve always wondered.”
“Yes. And because charged electrum has a finite shelf life, demand from the Order’s weaponsmiths remains incessant, and thus the agreement with the dragons has endured.”
“And no cryo-dragons have left this hunting preserve until a few weeks ago?”
“Oh, I’ve learned of a few having wandered off over the centuries,” Mohennial Sala replied. “Each time, they have been hunted down and killed or forced back to the portal to be banished back to their own realm. This has happened just enough over history to keep the existence of cryo-dragons from being completely forgotten by the average Kreven.
“Amazing!” Peter exclaimed. “I wonder what—”
Peter was interrupted when the door leading to the watchkeeper’s room opened suddenly. He saw Tevi come awake and Peter moved to keep her hidden, but saw the intruder was only Commander Constance.
“Mohennial Sala,” the Commander reported. “The dragon portal is reactivating.”
“Peter,” Sala began, pulling her cloak hood up. “Please refresh the invisibility spell on Tevi and follow with the sled. Commander, please advise the lieutenant to alert all the battle wizards to be ready for anything, and then join us outside.”
Peter did as the Mohennial instructed and recast his strongest concealment spell on Tevi. He then bundled himself up for the cold and pushed the sled towards the hatch, which the Mohennial was already holding open. Instead of riding on the sled with the eggs as she had before, he saw Tevi’s shadow slip through the door just ahead of him. Their previous trip to the portal had provided enough packed snow that she should have no trouble disguising her tracks.
They had only made it partway to the now-scintillating portal sphere when three cryo-dragons materialized. Peter recognized the first and largest as One-Fang, but the other two were unfamiliar and, also, strange-looking. They were both pale, smaller than either dragon he’d already seen, and, even more surprisingly, lacked wings!
One of the new flightless dragons stepped towards them, and Peter felt a wave of powerful magical scanning energies saturate the area. Mohennial Sala pulled to an abrupt halt and quickly put both hands on her temples, throwing up a personal mental block.
He attempted to guard his own thoughts but was unsure if he had the strength to block such powerful emanations. Fortunately, after probing his mind briefly, the strange ice dragon did not force itself fully past his block. The Mohennial had resumed walking again, and he forced himself to follow. At their edge of the ring, he again maneuvered the sled sideways so both eggs were visible.
From this close vantage, Peter found the new dragon fascinating. Though its body was much smaller, it had a larger head than One-Fang. And the head was strangely shaped in an almost bloated way. As the dragon in turn studied them, Peter noted its ring of mind tentacle neck frills were fully erect and quivering. Also, each frill was enormous! Easily three times as long as One-Fang’s.
He looked to the third dragon that remained on the far side of the portal and realized it was a third variation. While smaller in size than One-Fang, this dragon also lacked the large head and frills of the second. It also acted strangely for a dragon, passive and almost meek, tucking itself behind One-Fang in a defensive posture while cowering low to the ground.
As the impasse held, Peter felt the mental pressure exerted against his mind shield increase again. Sala reached over and placed her palms on his temples. In a few seconds, the mental pressure eased as the Mohennial augmented his personal mind block with her more-powerful abilities.
“Better?” she asked quietly.
He just nodded, and she returned her attention toward the new dragon.
It remained motionless as it studied them, displaying patience out-of-character with what he’d seen previously from the large male. Behind what he now considered the mind dragon, One-Fang fidgeted, stamping from one huge leg to another, clearly eager for action. Peter sensed that it had been expecting the mind dragon to quickly subdue the two humans so it could attack.
The mind dragon turned to the large male and hissed. As it did so, its ring of neck frills quivered. The action immediately settled One-Fang, and the large dragon retreated a few steps to stand near where the third cowering dragon waited. The action reminded Peter of how subordinate canines reacted around an alpha male.
Commander Constance finally made it outside and approached, causing the mind dragon to spin back around. Constance already had her hands to her temples and was grimacing as she worked to counter the dragons’ mental probes. Mohennial Sala noticed and moved to shield the battle wizard’s mind like she’d done with Peter.
“Are we in trouble?” Constance asked, looking suddenly relieved.
“I don’t think so,” Sala replied. “This new dragon is very powerful mentally, admittedly more so than I’d anticipated, but I think I can still counter its powers.”
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