The Gauntlet Thrown - Lord Bent's Manor Vol. 2
Copyright© 2025 by Commissum
Chapter 7
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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
Peter came awake slowly to find himself lying in his own bed in the familiar surroundings of his solar on the second level of his manor. He turned his head, immediately noticing that he felt no pain, only a numbness in certain areas of his body. His bedchamber was dark, with the only illumination coming from a solitary fae lamp on the stand near the door. Next to the stand, in his upholstered dressing chair and currently slumped over sleeping, was his executive officer, Miranda. As he listened to her softly snoring, he realized his damaged eardrums were now healed.
As his mind became more active, the numbness in his right leg transformed into an ache. The sensation meshed with the strange nightmare he’d been having about a terrifying expedition Mohennial Sala had assembled to return two dragon eggs to the far north. As more details became clear, he finally convinced himself that the events had really happened, and the adrenaline hit that came with that realization brought him fully awake.
Now recalling the full extent of his injuries, including his twice-broken leg complete with protruding leg bone, Peter gingerly lifted his bedcoverings to examine the damage. It was too dark to make out details under the covers, so he muttered an enhancement spell to sharpen his vision. As the image brightened, he saw that his right leg was wrapped in bandages and splinted.
Over by the door, Miranda sat up, likely disturbed from her dozing by his utterance of the spell. “Milord?” she asked quietly, “How are you feeling?”
“Like a dragon ran over me,” Peter replied with a croaking voice. “Water?”
His executive sprang to her feet and went to the side table where a pitcher and cup waited. She then helped prop Peter up so he could sip. He was weak, but thankfully there was no dizziness.
“Are you in pain?” she asked when he had finished swallowing a few mouthfuls.
“Some, but it’s tolerable,” he replied. “My leg aches, and other parts of my body are numb. Considering the extent of the injuries I can remember receiving from yesterday’s debacle, I’m surprised to be alive at all.”
“Today is Sacrament Day, Milord,” Miranda explained gently. “Your expedition with the Mohennial occurred four days ago. You were returned home unconscious just yesterday.”
“Sacrament Day?” Peter asked, glancing toward the darkened window. “What time is it?”
“It’s still very early morning, Milord, about two hours before dawn.”
“Tevi?”
“She is well and currently out patrolling the island,” Miranda explained. “She arrived three days ago, exhausted but unharmed. After sleeping a full night and day, she was able to resume performing her nightly watches.”
“Did Tevi explain what happened?” he asked.
“Yes, as much as she was able to witness directly, Milord,” Miranda replied. “She is confused about what exactly occurred on the expedition, though, and stated her questions to the Mohennial afterward had gone mostly unanswered.”
“It’s logical that Sala would have wanted to keep Tevi in the dark as much as possible,” he explained before taking another sip of water. From what Peter remembered, Mohennial Sala’s expedition had not been sanctioned by the Order. If that were the case, and given what had happened, the Order would surely investigate. At least Tevi was safe.
“What about the Mohennial?” he asked. “Did she explain to you what happened when I was returned?”
“Mohennial Sala did not accompany Tevi upon her return, nor when you were delivered, Milord.”
Seeing his raised eyebrows, Miranda explained, “Tevi arrived through a portal unescorted but with a guest three days ago. You were returned through another portal yesterday on a litter borne by two of the Mohennial’s troll servants. Neither troll spoke as much as a grunt as I directed them to carry your unconscious body to this chamber, and to help place you in bed. They were as gentle as you’d expect from trolls, and you must have been heavily sedated as you did not stir from their rough handling.”
“Tevi brought a guest?” Peter asked.
“A strange young woman,” Miranda replied with a frown. “A blind mute with strange protuberances emerging from her eye sockets.”
The mind dragon’s translating telepath! Peter recalled the Northlander woman had survived the battle with the dragons. She would now be trapped on Kreven after the dragon’s portal was destroyed. That Sala allowed her to live was a mystery, but why had she allowed the girl to return with Tevi to his manor? Was she a messenger of some kind? Or possibly a hostage? Or, more likely, Sala was scattering the evidence.
Miranda continued, “We managed to get the girl washed and clothed—neither a trivial task I should say! She would not let me treat her eyes. I eventually installed her in the unused storage room on the lower level next to Tevi’s quarters. At first, she appeared to be in some sort of shock, taking little notice of her surroundings, and had to be led about and hand-fed the first day. She has since begun to care for herself under Bemi and Bella’s oversight, although she still dislikes wearing clothing.”
“Did Tevi explain about the new girl?” he asked.
“No,” Miranda replied, frowning. “Tevi was very evasive and said she would speak with you about the woman when you awoke. Tevi also indicated that she would help tend to the woman’s needs and well-being.”
Peter frowned but nodded. “The girl is not mute. She was likely a slave of the dragons and was used as their translator in our negotiations.”
Miranda looked thoughtful for a moment before continuing. “The expedition ... what did happen, Milord?”
“The Mohennial used me, or, more correctly, used us all,” Peter began.
He then recounted to Miranda what he remembered transpiring since his and Tevi’s departure through the portal five days ago. In addition to the facts, he relayed the Mohennial’s suspicions and theories about the mysterious threat from someone highly placed in the Order, and about how the male dragon’s arrival in the Sunsets may have been a plot against the Mohennial.
Peter also explained more about their new guest: how he’d glimpsed images from the mind dragon which indicated the creatures kept a large number of Northlander human captives as slaves and livestock. He explained how the girl had been altered by the dragons to be their voice to communicate with their human slaves and that she’d been brought by the mind dragon to speak vocally with the Mohennial.
Peter finally explained how he’d discovered the girl was telepathic and to be on guard in her presence until he could assess if she was dangerous. That Sala had let the girl live, and also let Tevi return here with the girl, implied that she was not a threat, but he wanted to ascertain that himself.
Finally, Peter revealed how Sala had held back one of the eggs to extort the dragons into providing information regarding her suspicions. He included details of how the Mohennial had secretly planted a bomb inside the last egg in order to cause the collapse of the dragon portal.
“Tevi mentioned a huge explosion,” his XO said after he had finished. “I thought bombs like that were impossible on Kreven?”
“Normal chemical explosions are prevented by the Westlore Aegis, but I am almost certain the Mohennial packed the last egg with fully charged fire crystals,” he explained. “The unstable crystals detonated the moment they arrived in the dragon realm, causing the portal to collapse as its anchor in their realm was destroyed. The blast also caused untold casualties and infuriated the dragons who survived.”
Miranda was silent as she considered the ramifications of what he’d explained. Finally, a look of puzzlement came across her face. “Milord, if the portal collapsed, how do you know what happened there after the crystals exploded?”
Peter nodded, impressed that she’d picked up on that so easily. “The mind dragon was still somehow telepathically linked across the void to its queen. It and the queen shared thoughts of the destruction, its cause, and of the aftermath. I was nearby and picked up images they conveyed due to mental spillage.”
Miranda frowned as she realized the implications of his words. “If they are infuriated, will they be coming back to Kreven seeking vengeance?”
“I’m not sure,” he replied speculatively. “Mohennial Sala is not stupid. The fact she would attempt this in the first place implies she doesn’t think it likely dragons will be able to return anytime soon, if at all. We can only hope she planned that far ahead.”
His XO looked even more troubled, and he continued before she could ask additional questions. “I must think on this and arrange to speak with the Mohennial. Do not discuss this with anyone, Miranda, not a soul. The Order will surely be nosing about, looking for information on what happened. The less our staff know, the less they can be tortured to reveal.”
She nodded solemnly.
“Good!” he said, dismissing the matter before changing the subject. “Well, I’m back home. How fares your island and its inhabitants in my stead?”
Miranda smirked at his phrasing. Her island, indeed.
“Hamm’s family is doing well, Milord. They received a letter from Stren Hammson via Lady Henri at the Stoney Brook Inn. The letter stated all is well at both the inn and the forge and that he is enjoying being an apprentice smith. His only complaint was the smithy had too little work to fill a full day. Henri also sent a letter to her daughter, Lady Bemilda.”
Lady? Peter thought. There must be a story behind the title for his new apprentice, but he decided to defer taking Miranda’s bait.
“Did you make Bemi write her mother back?” he asked, remembering how the young could sometimes be self-centered and not overly considerate of the worries of their parents.
“Yes, immediately, Milord,” Miranda replied. “Aside from being a typical self-centered teenager, your new student has been learning her roles around the manor adequately.”
“She’s been performing her chores?”
“Yes, Milord. Even though the girl is free with her complaints, she does work hard—a testament to her upbringing in the inn. She has also been busy studying the tomes you left for her.”
Peter nodded, pleased that Bemilda was not being too much of a burden. He then asked after the next person he’d been concerned about. “The new man, Reed?”
“Reed has been working well with both Hamm and Klup. Tevi has been spending time with him the past two days, but I sense there have been issues.”
“Oh?”
“Tevi’s heat started the day of her return,” Miranda explained, smiling.
Peter nodded. He’d have to deal with that when he spoke with his former ward. “Klup’s pups?” he asked next.
“A month away yet, give or take.” Miranda replied. “As far as I can tell, both Klup and her pups are doing well. Hamm has finished partitioning off a temporary nest in the lower storeroom.”
“Good, late spring will be upon us by then,” he mused. “Klup will be able to return to her normal outdoor nest shortly after the pups are born, unless cold weather lingers.”
With the early spring being unusually cold, they had relocated the troll’s nest inside the manor where it was warmer. Peter knew Klup preferred the fresh air of outside, and truth be told, the human staff preferred the fresher air of having the mountain troll living outside as well, but he had to admit that Klup kept herself far better groomed than was typical of her kind.
“The greenhouse?” he asked next.
“The pupadominus has been tended but is due for a thorough pruning soon.”
“I’ll take care of that today if I am able,” he replied. “On that note, I have to piss. Let’s see if I can walk.”
Peter let Miranda assist him in getting out of bed and standing. His splinted leg continued to ache, but he was able to put some weight on it without increasing the pain. He’d suspected as much, as he’d witnessed Sala’s refined surgical skills in the past. The Mohennial also had a ready supply of fresh pupadominus healing ooze of her own, along with even stronger potions. Still, he was overly cautious and leaned on Miranda as they made their way to his toilet room.
After Peter finished relieving himself, Miranda helped him into his robe and over to the side chair, where he was able to sit on his own without further help. He muttered the spell to brighten the rooms fae lighting and then inspected his leg.
“No blood?”
“The bandages were changed last evening, and the wound was covered with dry scabs. The bandages are simply to protect your leg from the splint. From past experience with broken bones and healing salve, I’d prefer you keep the splint on for at least another day, just to be safe.”
Peter agreed with her diagnosis. Again, he wished that he could speak with Sala. Too bad the talking stone, which he’d claimed from the deceased battle wizard a few weeks ago and which had been mentally linked to the Mohennial no longer functioned.
Miranda knelt in front of him and bowed her head. “If you require life energies, Milord, I am willing.”
“Thank you, Miranda,” he replied, gently cupping her cheek. “Surprisingly, my body’s only current need is to heal. Sala must have somehow replenished my life energies while I was at the Vent.”
He gently brushed his XO’s face, bringing a small smile to her lips. “I think I will remain awake. Could you fetch us tea, my dear?” he asked. “I would also like to speak with Tevi as soon as possible. Please sound the recall signal to bring her in early.”
Miranda left his solar to do as instructed, and shortly after, Peter heard the faint toll of the bell hung outside the kitchen entry ringing in code. Tevi should be able to hear the bell unless the weather was poor or she was patrolling the more distant northern fringe of the island. Ten minutes later, his XO returned bearing a teapot and a tray with cups. Peter’s stomach growled at the sight of a pair of Bella’s berry tarts on a plate beside the cups.
As he ate, Miranda updated him on the Island’s accounts and work schedules. As always, she had everything running efficiently. The only other item of note had been the arrival of a missive from Lord Garl, the landholder of the shoreline nearest to his island and Peter’s only real neighbor. Old Garl was asking Peter to come visit him as soon as possible. They were interrupted by the sounds of new activity down in the kitchen.
“That will be Tevi, Milord,” Miranda said, rising from her seat. “I will take my leave for the moment and turn you over to her.” She left, carrying the tray and empty serving set.
“I saw your lights on from outside!” Tevi exclaimed moments later as she came jogging into his room. “How are you feeling, Master?”
Peter smiled at his former ward’s exuberance. As he’d expected, she was nude, having stripped off her outdoor garb to leave in the mudroom next to the kitchen. If she was in her heat, as Miranda had claimed, the warmth of his bedchamber would have been almost unbearable to her while clothed. Tevi approached and lithely sat cross-legged on the floor rug directly in front of his chair.
Peter’s eyes were instinctively drawn to the juncture of her very dark brown and well-toned thighs. Below the tiny patch of blue-black pubic fur, he noted the glistening, deep pinkness protruding from her very swollen vulva, which confirmed the half-human, half-dark-elf woman was truly in the midst of her heat.
He looked higher and noted the girl’s normally petite breasts looked larger; each sand-dollar-sized globe tipped with an erect, coal-black-colored nipple. Further proof of her condition was provided by the intoxicating odor, which finally wafted across his nostrils and caused his cock to twitch in response.
Peter became aware enough to remember Tevi had asked a question and replied, “I’ll be fully recovered in a day or two, Tevi. How are you doing?”
“I was uninjured during the battle with the dragons, Master,” she replied.
“Good. When Miranda informed me you’d slept for a day and a night, I was worried.”
“I was just tired, Master. If you recall, I’d gone on the expedition immediately after being on patrol the night before. By the time we were back at Mistress Sala’s keep, I’d been awake for over forty hours straight. The Mohennial gave me a potion to sustain me and when that wore off, I ... uh, crashed, I guess.”
“Sala and the Commander were also uninjured?” Peter inquired next. “The last thing I remember was the Mohennial putting me to sleep while you and Commander Constance pursued the injured male dragon.”
“None of the rest of us were injured, Milord,” Tevi confirmed.
Peter sensed the young woman was nervous.
“You verified the last dragon was dead after it fell from the plateau?” he asked.
“Um ... we think so?” she replied, looking unsure.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, when I reached the edge of the plateau and peered down where One-Fang had vanished, I only saw a hole in the ice at the bottom of the cliff,” Tevi explained. “We watched the spot for a long time and then checked elsewhere up and down the shore, but saw no sign of the dragon’s reemergence. We concluded it had died either from its wounds or from drowning in the sea. The Mohennial ordered us back when the open water in the hole refroze solid.”
Peter wondered if cryo-dragons could breathe underwater. He didn’t remember seeing gill slits but it was possible that, like the deep-diving artic wraiths, they could hold their breath for a very long time. It was another thing he would have to discuss with the Mohennial.
“It was severely damaged, as I recall,” he commented.
“Yes,” Tevi replied, nodding. “One-Fang left a heavy trail of blood where it slid down the embankment. Before I arrived at the edge, Commander Constance had already watched the dragon’s body fall the final distance to crash through the ice. She said that it had appeared lifeless for that final tumble. Before we left the island, the Mohennial ordered the lieutenant in charge to maintain a watch on the ice all around the island.”