Across Eternity: Book 7
Copyright© 2026 by Sage of the Forlorn Path
Chapter 4: Onward
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 4: Onward - Noah and his friends head to the nation of the dwarves to continue their fight against the Profane.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/ft Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Reluctant Romantic Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Science Fiction Magic Vampires Demons Light Bond Group Sex Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Fisting Oral Sex Squirting Big Breasts Violence
The group set out late in the morning, due to Noah and Valia’s slow start. Foley had joined them, much to his parents’ displeasure, but if there was one thing dwarves were known for, it was their stubbornness. They made good time in their travels, with Noah riding Shannon and everyone else on horses, minus Foley, who had taken the family donkey. As always, Shannon set the pace, and everyone’s mounts seemed at ease following her. They headed east towards the Paleon Channel, carved eons ago by the Wassengel. They arrived days later, evoking a sense of nostalgia in Noah and Alexis.
“This is where you fought those ogres, right?” Valia asked.
“Yeah, we were riding on a slave ship bound for Colbrand,” said Noah, “and a certain someone thought it would be a good idea to spill the blood of a female to lure the tribe.”
“Oh, stop it. You had fun,” said Alexis.
“True. Good times.”
“How do we get across? Is there a ferry or something?” Daniel asked.
“I can take care of that. Sophia, some help, dear?” Cyrilo asked. Both women got off their horses, and Cyrilo conjured a scroll, unrolling it on the bank beside the channel. They both clasped their hands together and channeled their mana into the scroll.
“Ice Bridge,” they cast.
The water before them froze, forming a solid path across the channel, several feet wide and thick. The horses were understandably nervous, so everyone dismounted and led them to the other side of the channel with Shannon coaxing them. In the summer heat, the ice would surely melt quickly, but as this was a busy shipping lane and a boat could pass at any time, Seraph and Valia shattered the ice so vessels could get through.
“Ah, Vandheim, the dwarf homeland. It just feels right,” said Foley.
“All we did was cross a hundred feet of water,” Daniel argued. “It’s not like we sailed across the ocean.”
“Oi, don’t ruin it for me.”
Despite Daniel’s words, the topography was quite different. Vandheim was much more mountainous than Uther, forming a wall of stone to block out the rising sun. When the channel was carved, it divided the mountain range from the grasslands.
“Where are we?” Seraph asked as Noah pulled out a map.
“We should be right about here. If we keep a good pace, we can reach this village by nightfall. That said, this trip may not go as well as we had planned. I got in contact with Colbrand last night. After the mess in Foley’s village, I updated them on the situation and instructed them to send a message to the dwarven capital, informing them of our visit. They received a reply warning them that any diplomatic party would be turned away.”
“Turned away?” Valia asked. “The dwarves aren’t fond of strangers, but they would never be so rude as to refuse a meeting with diplomats from their closest neighbor. The two countries have too much history for them to suddenly give the cold shoulder like this.”
“Galvin must have really angered them during his reign. They’ve shut off all contact with Uther.”
“But we’re still continuing, right?” Foley asked.
“We’ve already crossed the bridge, haven’t we? We don’t have time to wait for the dwarves to stop being angry. We need to get them on the same page regarding the Profane. That said, we may end up facing serious pushback, even arrest.”
They got back on their horses and continued onward, finding a road leading them through the Vandheim wilderness. As always, monsters were a constant presence but proved no threat to the group. Here among the mountains, the pines grew like giants, as though nurtured by Sylphtorian soil. They groaned and swayed in the breeze, deep as the cracking of glacial ice, and high as the whining of coyotes. The pinecones at their bases were larger than a human head, with needles like green straw that filled the air with their evergreen scent.
They reached the village as the sun approached the horizon, finding not wooden houses standing tall, but dwellings built into the earth and covered in soil, upon which the citizens planted their gardens. Cobblestone paths wound through the manmade hills, with dwarf men, women, and children finishing the last of their chores before dusk. Noah’s group received curious glances as they rode by. Although Vandheim and Uther engaged in a lot of trade, small towns like these probably did not receive many visitors, especially now.
They arrived at the local inn, stepping down into the quaint establishment. Inside, it was like any other tavern found throughout the land, but made with brick walls and featuring smaller furniture, though the ceiling was high enough to accommodate everyone. Candles burned in every corner to make up for the absent windows, but there was sufficient ventilation. Many dwarves were already present, seated at the long tables and drinking away their soreness and fatigue from a hard day’s work. At the sight of their party and its size, both in number and height, the innkeeper, a stout man with a bright red beard, gave a discouraging look.
“Pardon me. We seek shelter for the night. Can you accommodate us?”
“You are from Uther, correct?” he asked nervously.
“Most of us, yes. Is that a problem?”
“Orders from the king: we aren’t supposed to treat with outsiders.”
Noah laid some diamonds on the counter. “I’m sure no one would object to a kind innkeeper granting a roof to some weary neighbors for just one night.”
“Well ... we have two large rooms if you don’t mind splitting up, though bedding might be a bit more complicated.”
“We’re not too picky. We left our horses in the stable above, and we’d like them taken care of.”
“Very well then, here are your room keys. Find seats wherever you can, and we’ll bring you dinner.”
“Thank you.”
They moved deeper into the inn, finding a table large enough for everyone to sit at, at least in part. Both the table and chairs were quite a bit lower than everyone was accustomed to, leaving everyone sitting cross-legged or with their knees drawn up to their chests.
“I really hope the whole journey won’t be like this,” said Sophia, trying to get comfortable.
Beside her, Cyrilo had given up and assumed her feline form.
“I think this is pretty cool, like being in a bunker,” said Daniel.
“Valon and I spent time in Vandheim ages ago, and it definitely took some getting used to,” said Valia.
“I heard that the dwarves of Vandheim have a long tradition of building our homes into the earth like this,” said Foley. “Part of it is due to our love of rock and dirt, and being closer to the ground. Though a lot of it is for protection. Wyverns roost up in the mountains, and they hunger for dwarves. They’ll rip open wooden houses like a burlap sack, so the citizens of Vandheim learned quickly to build down instead of up.”
“I’m just glad they have raised ceilings. I was worried I’d have to spend the whole trip either crouched or with a bent neck,” said Seraph.
“I read they do that for fire safety, right?” Noah asked.
“Correct you are. With raised ceilings, all the smoke gathers well above our heads, so if there is a situation, we can escape with minimal risk of suffocation. And in the cities, which are carved out of solid rock and dug into the mountains, open space is used as a status symbol to show off. Plus, if there is ever a cave-in, the more space that’s already carved out, the more likely an air pocket will form for survivors. We also want to be accommodating to you lankies.”
Dwarf maidens began serving food and drinks, although it took some time due to the size of their party. They also shared the innkeeper’s unease about serving outsiders, but said nothing. Dinner consisted of a meat and mushroom stew, accompanied by some bread, while the steins were more than a pint each.
“Oh, I’ve been looking forward to this,” Daniel said excitedly.
“Not nearly as much as I have,” said Foley. The two drank deep from their steins and sighed in bliss.
“Genuine dwarven ale. It really does taste different on this side of the channel,” said Daniel.
“This is the proper way to drink it, ‘neath Vandheim soil.”
“This is good,” said Noah in agreement.
“By the way, I hope you all like mushrooms, because you’ll be eating a lot of them while you’re here,” said Valia.
After they ate, the innkeeper stopped by their table. “I hope you found everything suitable,” he said nervously.
“It was all delicious, thank you,” said Noah.
“Excellent. I hope you enjoy a good night’s sleep, and tomorrow, you return to Uther.”
“I’m afraid we have business in the capital. We need to speak with the new king about the return of the Pro—”
“Silence!” the man fearfully exclaimed, shocking everyone and earning the group dirty looks from every dwarf in the establishment.
“That word is taboo, and you risk bringing misfortune upon my house by speaking it!”
Everyone exchanged glances, and Noah stood up. “I understand and offer my sincerest apologies. My friends and I will seclude ourselves in our rooms and be out of your hair first thing in the morning. Thank you again for your kind hospitality and discretion.”
They left the dining room and headed deeper into the inn, arriving at the two largest rooms available. The plan was to divide them among the sexes, but everyone first gathered in the men’s room to speak. The room was just large enough for everyone to sit on the floor, but it was clear there weren’t enough beds to go around.
“What do you suppose that was about?” Sophia asked.
“It seems Galvin wasn’t the only reason Vandheim cut ties with Uther,” said Noah. “They aren’t ready to acknowledge the return of the Profane. It’s the kind of danger that no leader wants to face.”
“Especially for the new king,” added Seraph. “From what Tarnas told me, the old king died this past spring, soon after his son, leaving a power vacuum with no one suitable to fill it. The heads of the major clans elected someone to take the throne, but, well, let’s just say he was everyone’s fourth choice and no one’s first.”
“He’s probably hoping that if the dwarves ignore the Profane, they’ll be left alone, and the other nations will deal with them,” said Valia. “Politicians don’t fear destruction; they fear the change that follows it. We’ll have to convince the ruler of a race known for its stubbornness to acknowledge the greatest threat to his authority.”
“We’ll just have to be more careful in our approach, metaphorically and literally. The last thing we want is to be arrested before we even reach the capital,” said Noah. “For now, let’s just focus on resting up and getting out of here.”
“Very well,” said Cyrilo. “We’ll just help ourselves to a few of your beds. Thank you in advance for being such well-mannered gentlemen.” She left no room to argue, and the women absconded with all but two of the straw mattresses, with Noah keeping his since he was paying for everything. Thus, the question arose as to who would get the last one.
“I saved all of us in that last battle, so I should get it,” said Daniel.
“Hey, if it weren’t for me, you probably wouldn’t even be let in here. You’d be sleeping in the stables. The dwarf gets the bed,” Foley argued.
“I probably don’t deserve the bed, but I would really, really appreciate it,” said Seraph.
“Gentlemen, there is an easy way to solve this,” Noah said as he pulled out a deck of cards.
The four of them sat down on the floor, and Noah started dealing out the cards.
“Just so you know, you lot are playing against the luckiest dwarf in the world. High cards swoon for me like floozies,” said Foley as he looked at his hand.
“Spoken like someone who has never had to play with his life on the line,” countered Daniel. “The last time I handled cards in a basement like this, there was a gun to the back of my head. A gun being—well, just imagine a crossbow. Hard to hold the cards steady after snorting a line, too.”
“Lumendori, please watch over me,” Seraph prayed.
The last cards were dealt, and the community cards were flipped, with Foley hollering in joy as he laid out his hand.
“Read it and weep!”
“Double or nothing!” Daniel countered as he placed two gonlief cigarettes on the floor.
“Hmmm, make it three and you have a deal. What about you, princeling? Are you still in the game?”
“Sure, I’ll buy back in,” he replied, laying out some copper coins.
The game continued, with ownership of the last bed swapping with each round, and every victory was louder than the one before. Drinks were poured, and gonlief was burned in celebration, with the ante rising each time.
“This reminds me of growing up in Selt,” Noah eventually said while dealing cards.
“That another past life?” Daniel asked.
“Yeah. A long time ago, I was born into this miserable little shanty town on the coast, the kind of place where everyone is poor because they spend all their money on bottom-of-the-barrel hedonism. I’m talking drugs that melt your brain and make your fingers rot off, bathtub liquor that could melt through leather, and the ugliest, grossest local whores you can imagine. That was all they had to drown their sorrows in.
Most of the jobs related to fishing and the sea, with young boys being worked half to death just for scraps, only to die in some accident. If there was something dangerous that needed to be done, a kid would be volunteered and often end up maimed or dead. Girls were passed around and whored out, several dying due to pregnancy complications before they even became teenagers.
If you had a parent, they were usually a mean drunk, and mean while sober. The local boys had this shack where we’d go and play cards late into the night, just so we wouldn’t have to go home, because nothing was waiting there but a beating. I tried to escape when I was ... I can’t remember how old, less than ten, though. I ended up catching pneumonia and dying on the side of the road before I got anywhere better.”
“Couldn’t you have used all of your life experience to make things better? Build an empire out of that squalor?” Seraph asked.
“Not all situations can be fixed or improved, especially when you’re stuck in the sickly, emaciated body of a child. You think anyone will listen to you? You think anyone will obey or fear you? It doesn’t matter how smart you are or how well you know how to fight; sometimes, you’re just stuck at the bottom rung, and there’s no climbing out.”
“You’re really killing our fun, you know?” Foley muttered.
“Seriously, can’t you tell us a fun story?” Daniel asked. “Tell us a story you wouldn’t say around Valia.”
“Very well. Here’s the tale about how I knocked up an entire sorority...”
Meanwhile, in the next room, the women, hearing all the fun Noah and the guys were having, had started their own card game. Cyrilo was dealing, and Valia and Alexis had already busted, so now it was Sophia against Shannon, each being coached with hushed whispers. Alexis had to be especially careful with what she said to Sophia, considering how sharp Valia’s elf ears were.
“I’m coming for you, Lady Zodiac,” Alexis warned, adding to the pot on Sophia’s behalf.
“It’s a hundred years too early to think you can catch me,” Valia countered as she snatched the card that Cyrilo dealt Shannon.
Sophia leaned towards Alexis. “Should I ... you know?”
“No, I’d say we got them right where we want them,” replied Alexis.
“You can’t win. I have all of my ancestors and the spirits of nature on my side,” said Shannon.
“Oh, do you hear that?” Sophia asked, tapping one of her cards. “That’s my god, the almighty Lumendori, giving all of your ancestors and the spirits little head pats like they’re children and pretending to be impressed.”
“All bets are in. And now...” Cyrilo said as she flipped the last community card. Shannon and Sophia, still relatively new to the game, weren’t exactly sure what it meant, but Alexis and Valia’s reactions made it clear.
“Yes!” Alexis exclaimed while hugging Sophia, who squealed in joy.
“Forgive me, My Lady,” Shannon sighed as Valia groaned beside her.
“There is nothing to forgive. However, tell your ancestors that they’re bad at playing cards.”
That night, everyone slept on the floor. The dwarven beds were barely larger than couch cushions, so they had to be taken off their frames and laid out like bedrolls, offering only a small amount of padding under everyone’s backs, everyone besides Seraph and Foley, whose luck had run out. Before falling asleep, Noah activated his beacon to summon Duska, planning to meet her the following night. They set out early the next day, not wanting to overstay their welcome in the village with things so tense. While making camp and having dinner, he covertly drugged everyone’s food, leaving them deep asleep when she arrived. He met her a short distance from the camp, sitting on a boulder.
“Master,” she whimpered, bowing before him with her body trembling on account of the seal.
He had subjected her to almost 24 hours of continuous clitoral stimulation, at a level just low enough to allow her to hide it from her allies, as well as make the journey to his location. A full day of that torment, in which she desperately wanted to climax, but nothing she did on her own would let her experience peace. He could see it in her eyes, the absence of any willpower to resist or defy him. She had fully transformed into a slave, both to him and her own lust. That said, he still had to hammer it in and ensure her loyalty. He had been kind and gentle last time, but now, a bit of cruelty to make sure she’d never gain the courage to go against him.
“Duska, you made good time getting here. Well done.”
“Master, please, I can’t take it anymore,” she whined as she removed her clothes and retracted her wings into her back. She turned around and presented herself to him, her pale ass shining in the moonlight with her arousal running down her thighs. “Please, fuck me, Master. I’ll do whatever you want, so please, just let me cum.”
Noah got to his feet and shrouded himself and Duska. “And why should a slave get to cum before her master? Put that mouth to work, and then maybe I’ll reward you after.”
“Yes, yes, of course,” she said while trembling.
She frantically pulled his cock free of his pants and devoured it. She bobbed her head back and forth, massaging him with every soft corner of her mouth in a desperate bid to make him cum. Duska was voracious, sucking him off like her life depended on it. She looked up at Noah, hoping her efforts were having an effect, but seeing only indifference in his eyes. Her anxiety skyrocketed from that cold glare, and she doubled her efforts, loudly and messily polishing his cock with frothy saliva dribbling down onto her tits. Soon, she pulled it out of her mouth and rubbed it against the side of her face, looking up at Noah with frantic eyes.
“Am I doing good, Master? Does that feel good?”
“That’s enough, Duska. I’ll take it from here.”
He then grabbed her horns and rammed his cock down into the depths of her throat. He showed her no mercy, skull-fucking her as fast and hard as physically possible, making her spit froth like he was churning butter. Each impact of his cock in her throat triggered her gag reflex, making her spasm and convulse, but he didn’t slow down. Duska’s eyes rolled back into her head from the barrage of sensations assaulting her mind, wondering if she was going to black out, or worse.
Finally, an explosion of semen erupted in her throat, just as her gag reflex made her seize up, sending Noah’s seed sloshing around in her mouth, running down her esophagus and windpipe, and even filling her sinuses. Noah dropped her to the ground, and she rolled onto her stomach, coughing so hard she thought she’d puke up a lung. A mixture of semen, saliva, tears, and other fluids pooled beneath her face, and as soon as she was done, Noah grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up onto her knees.
“Did I say you could make a mess? Look at how much you wasted.”
“I’m sorry, Master! Please, forgive me!” she cried.
“You know what happens to disobedient slaves. They get punished.”
He moved back to the boulder where he had been sitting, dragging her with him, and pulled her across his lap. He squeezed her throat with one hand, while the other hand roughly groped her ass.
“I wish I didn’t have to do this, Duska, but it’s for your own good.” He then raised his hand and smacked her white cheeks, making Duska squeal in pain. As a Profane, she should have been able to shrug off such a strike without even a flinch, but because of the seal continuing to torment her, she was incredibly sensitive. Her tail curled up, trying to protect her rear from his cruel hand, but he pinned it down and spanked her again, making her ass ripple as it soaked up the force.
“I’m sorry!”
“Are you? Are you really?” He delivered a third smack, making her cry out once more. “Is this the best I can expect from you?” Smack! “Are you just going to be useless and inept all your life?” Smack! “Why would the Profane tolerate this weakness? Why should I?” Smack! With each strike, her smooth, pale skin reddened, and fresh tears poured from her eyes.
“I’m sorry, Master! Please, I’m so sorry! Please forgive me!” she sobbed.
“Why did you even join the Profane?” Smack! “What were you running from?” Smack! “What were you possibly hoping to accomplish?” Smack!
“I don’t know! I can’t remember!”
“Don’t lie to me, Duska.” Smack! “Deep down, you know why.” Smack!
“I’m not lying! I can’t remember anymore!”
“Slaves don’t get to keep secrets.” Smack! “Everything about you belongs to me. Your body, your mind, your soul, your past, your present, your future; everything.” Smack! “When I ask you a question that you refuse to answer, it means you still don’t understand your place as my slave.” Smack! “This is why I’m punishing you, because you choose to disobey and disappoint me.” He then pulled out the remote to her seal and raised the intensity of her sexual anguish, sending such strong stimulation to her clit that her entire body was trembling. He spanked her, injecting a mixture of agony and pleasure straight into the center of her very being. “And I’m going to keep punishing you until you choose to remember and be honest with me. Why did you join the Profane? What happened?”
He spanked her rear again and again, each time making her scream and moan, but no matter how she begged, he didn’t stop. She delved deep into her mind, trying to escape the torrent of sensations assaulting her very being, but it followed her, the pleasure and pain nipping at her heels like ravenous wolves. She also fled the questions he asked, the questions making her feel like she was pressed against a brick wall with nowhere to go. Behind that wall, deep in her soul, was the past she had made herself forget. With each strike of his hand, she felt like she was being pushed against that wall, as if she was strapped to the front of a battering ram trying to break it down, crushing her with such force that she thought she’d lose her mind.
Finally, he spanked her with all of his strength, sending a bolt of lightning up her spine, and the wall shattered, with everything beautiful and terrible she had hidden behind it rushing out. The physiological response took the form of the biggest climax of her life, leaving her squirting like a fountain while tears poured down her face.
“My sister!” she screamed, pausing Noah’s hand.
“Go on.”
“I couldn’t save her,” she wept. “Our parents were gone, and she was all I had. We were alone. She got hurt, and I— and I— tried to heal her, but I wasn’t strong enough. I prayed and prayed for Lumendori to help me, but ... I was alone. I watched my sister die, watched the light leave her eyes, because there was no one there to help us. God didn’t help her, people didn’t help her, I couldn’t help her! I buried her, and then Helena appeared. She said I would never be alone again, and I ... I said yes. And then...”
She couldn’t go on, sobbing uncontrollably. Now Noah understood why she was so driven to vengeance after Leanne’s death. She had blocked out the death of her first sister, but that trauma would not let her accept the death of her second, for whom she blamed him. She had hated him, and he used that against her, harnessing the intensity of her emotions and that unbreakable link between them, turning that hatred into love through a carefully-executed combination of kindness and torment, pleasure and fear.
She didn’t react as Noah sat her up on his lap and wiped her face clean with a handkerchief, not until he put it to her nose. “Blow.” She took the cloth and blew her nose, then finished wiping away her tears. “I would have helped you. Had I been there, you wouldn’t have been alone. But I’m here for you now, and you won’t be alone, my sweet Duska.”
“Master,” she whimpered, resting her head against him, the two holding each other. Tears continued to run down her cheeks, but slower than before, each drop washing away the dust and darkness from her memories.
“I’m proud of you, just so proud. Now, let me reward your honesty. You know what to do.”
“Of course, Master,” she whispered with a tear-streaked smile.
She stood up so Noah could remove his clothes, and then he sat back on the boulder, and she settled on his lap, just as they had their last time together. She barely had the strength to ride him properly, both her body and mind left in a state of exhaustion. Noah held her, lifting and dropping her onto his cock while she rested against him. Noah was slow and gentle with her, giving her the care and affection she needed. Eventually, the two of them shared a simultaneous climax, with Duska whimpering in bliss as she received Noah’s seed. The two of them sat there for a bit, continuing to hold each other.
“Good girl. Do you feel better?”
Duska silently nodded.
“I’m glad. Ok, Duska. I think you know what comes next. Present yourself to your master.”
She got off his lap and moved onto the ground on all fours, shaking her ass at Noah. “I’m ready, Master. Please, use my flesh as you see fit.”
Noah didn’t need any other invitations. He got behind her and spat on her asshole, using it as lube before sliding in his cock. Duska groaned as he stuffed her, burying himself up to the base. With his hands on her hips, he pulled back and then rammed back in, just the first of countless brutal shoves. Just like their last tryst, he did not go easy on her, fucking her with all of his strength and speed, pushing her Profane endurance to its limits, making her wonder if she could survive his lustful fury.
Duska moaned at the top of her lungs as he brutalized her asshole, her mind unable to form a single thought while bombarded with such overwhelming sensations. The pleasure and the pain of his savage technique were inexorably intertwined, and she could no longer tell them apart.
As a Profane, she used to think of herself as inherently sadistic, but each time Noah brutalized her, each time he violently took her as his plaything and threatened to break her, each time he dragged her through the muck of pain and degradation, she felt like there was a hole in her heart being filled, and she got to experience a form of euphoria she never thought possible. She was Noah’s slave, and he was her master, and she loved it.
For the next few hours, Noah fucked Duska to within an inch of her life, defiling every inch, violating every orifice, and hammering out every last tiny shred of rebellion or disobedience, bleaching her loyalty to the Profane and ensuring her total subservience to him. She had passed his test, so he rewarded her with orgasm after orgasm.
Finally, he pulled out of her asshole one last time, leaving a waterfall of semen to pour out, identical to the stream of seed trickling out of her thoroughly ravished pussy. He grabbed Duska by one of her horns and raised her head. She looked at him with glazed-over eyes, gasping for air as he stroked himself before firing off several hot ropes across her face and into her mouth. Noah then scooped her up in his arms and sat back on the boulder, breathing as heavily as she was. He held her close as he conjured his canteen from his ring and quenched his thirst.
“You’re a good girl, Duska. I’m lucky to have you.”
Duska leaned against him. “And I am lucky to serve a man as great as you, Master.” They sat like that for a while, Noah making up for his earlier cruelty with some aftercare.
“Now we move to the next step. I need to know about the manor where Lupin is being held. Tell me exactly where it is, how many Profane are there, and what they can do.”
She nodded and smiled. “Of course, Master. Do you have a map?”
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