Chapter 14: Cernere’s Black Surprise

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this. Ahlona – Lake Tur, The Kingdom of Valya

The Mermaid’s Tickler groaned as she slipped the docks from Sher-Vex and headed out into the calm waters of Lake Tur. The besotted crew, all fawning over Lady Alloria, unfurled sails under the barking command of their captain, Artix. The shaved-head man hovered by the busty noblewoman, glancing at her periodically.

“Come on, you limp-dick buggers,” he growled, “Lady Alloria wants us travelin’ swift. You can do better ‘n that!” He glanced at her. “Right? They can do better?”

“Of course they can,” Alloria said, a smile of pure delight on her face. She was no longer soaked in cum like she had when she’d arrived at the inn an hour ago. “Then I’ll be so happy with them all.”

The sailors redoubled their efforts.

I sighed. It was my second time on a boat, but this time the thrill of the first time wasn’t here. Crossing the Ompo Sea had filled me with excitement at the novelty of sailing. I wasn’t weighed down with worry. I turned to stare out at the vast waters of Lake Tur, searching for the island that was our goal. My wings fluttered. I swayed, hands folded before my naked breasts.

“You don’t like this plan,” Stefan said.

I glanced at my mage and master. He stared at me with concern in his eyes. He stood tall in his blue robes, looking handsome and commanding this morning. Strong while I felt so weak all of a sudden.

“We’re not hunting the Lawbreaker any longer,” I said, using Sir Bryce’s term for the villain who threatened Pater.

“No, we’re going to ambush him where we expect him to be,” he said.

“I suppose.” I swallowed. “I just feel like we’re getting further from him. What if Verdik was our best chance to find him, but we let that goblin lead us down the wrong trail?”

“I think Sir Bryce knows what he is doing.” He smiled. “It’s not like we have any other way to track the Lawbreaker. If Slata can’t do it, what other choice do we have?”

“I suppose.” I let out a heavy sigh. “But using Cernere’s stolen artifacts?” A shiver ran through me. “Nothing good comes from her. She’s chaos. Unpredictable.”

“She’s fun,” Illina said. The thief lounged against the railing nearby, her fiery hair whipping in the wind. “We’re going to have fun today. Ooh, breaking into the vault will be a thrill.” A shiver ran through her. “Barg, let’s go have fun!”

The thief pushed off and headed for the prow. Barg, not looking nearly as nonchalant as Illina, trailed after her. I fluttered my wings and glanced out at the lake again. I hoped this worked. That trusting in the artifacts Cernere held in her Vault was the way to defeat the Lawbreaker.

If we were wrong...

So much was at stake. If one God could die, then they all could.

Illina

I was so excited about what was coming. I couldn’t contain it. I wanted to scream it out to the heavens. My pussy was molten with lust. I reached the bow of the boat. I wiggled my hips, bending over to stare out at the lake. My hands grabbed the prow itself, fingers clutching hard to the smooth wood.

Barg came up behind me. I threw a look over my shoulder and smiled at him. He looked so somber. So serious. He was worried about me. About today. My mother had died, so I guess I understood. But I could do this. I felt it. I had made preparations. I would go in there with my weapons and alchemical devices.

Mother didn’t have Shasti and her amazing concoctions. They would prove the difference.

“Mmm, I am so excited, Barg,” I said, wiggling my rump. “Want to feel how excited I am.”

He snorted. “Really, Illina.”

“Sure,” I said. “Mother’s nineteen rule comes to mind. I’m horny. I can’t be distracted while we’re in the middle of the job, so let’s do it now. Nothing else’s going on but watching Alloria’s sailors fawn over her like a bunch of virgin boys seeing cunt for the first time.”

“You truly are not concerned?” he asked.

“Why be concerned?” I asked. “I’m going to do this, Barg. I’m going to break into the Black Vault and prove myself the best thief in the world. Better than Mother. Definitely better than that dumb Minx.”

His hands grabbed my waist through my toga. “You just want me to fuck you hard from behind. Plow into that naughty, juicy cunt of yours?”

The rhythm of my heart sped up, pumping heat through my circulatory system. “Oh, yes,” I moaned. I bent over, thrusting my ass at him. I wiggled it back and forth. “Feel how hot juicy I am. I am dripping beneath my toga.”

A flood of juices worked down my thighs. My salty scent permeated out through my robes. I licked my lips, the breeze rippling over my head. The rush of the ship knifing through the lake water mixed with the sound of my pumping heart.

“I want to feel that knot in me, Barg,” I moaned. “I want to cum on that dick and howl out to Cernere. Give her a warning.”

“A warning?” he said.

“I’m not violating Mother’s eighth rule,” I said. “I’m not bragging to Cernere and revealing my intentions. She’s a Goddess. She probably knows no matter what. She wants me to break into her Vault. She wants me to be clever enough to get through all her traps and claim what’s inside.” I threw a look over my shoulder at him. “Don’t you want to feel what’s inside of my vault?”

“I’ve been in a time or two,” he said, his hands hiking up my toga. The hidden alchemical items in it rattled.

“Mmm, but you can break into my vault whenever you want,” I groaned. “You’re that good. No matter how hard I try, I can’t keep you out.”

“Hard?” He snorted. “You’ve never once tried hard to keep me out. Why, I remember the first time when you told me you were a woman and that I had to fuck you. Right then. Right there.”

“Because you had defeated all my defenses,” I moaned. “With that sexy bod of yours. With the way, you look at me. Come on! Ram that dick in me. Love my pussy. I know you savor it. I know your dick aches to be in my cunt right now.” I thrust my ass back, pressing into his crotch. “I can feel your tool. Mmm, so ready to pick my lock. Slide it in.”

“Gods, you are a wanton, little trollop,” he said and hauled my toga up the rest of the way. The air kissed over my naked ass and hairless cunt.

“I am!” I moaned. “Mmm, fuck me with that jolly good cock of yours.”

His hands caressed my ass. His fingers dimpled my butt-cheeks. “Illina, you shall howl your head off on my ‘jolly-good’ cock.”

“Promises, promises! I hear a lot of talk. Not a lot of action!” I gripped the prow hard, staring out at the horizon.

Something appeared on it. A dark shadow. The island?

Cloth rustled. Then a hard cock smacked into my rump. I groaned in delight at the feel of Barg’s shaft. My lover had the best dick. None better, and I’d enjoyed so many. I would let almost anyone into my vault. Sex was something to revel in.

But it was the best with Barg. I’d stolen him from the memory of my mother. I dragged him out of his depression with my passion. I knew mother would be thrilled that he had stopped moping. I bit my lower lip as that cock slid down and down my rump.

He nuzzled into my pussy.

“Yes, yes, Barg, pick my lock!” I gasped.

He thrust into me, growling, “Illina!”

That amazing cock slammed into my pussy. He penetrated into my depths. My eyes widened in delight at the feel of his cock thrusting deeper and deeper into me. I shuddered, a huge grin on my face. This heat swept through my body. This wild delight that would have me gasping and moaning and shuddering on his cock.

His balls smacked into my clit. Then he pulled back. I squeezed down on him, my passion mixing with the creaking of the ship and the fluttering of the billowing sails. Water rushed and splashed. Cooling spray drifted across my hot face.

His hands gripped my hips, holding tight to me as he plundered my cunt with his powerful strokes. He knew just how to use his big lock pick on me. I stared at the island growing on the horizon, my excitement mounting while the pleasure surged through me.

“Oh, yes, yes, Barg!” I moaned. “I’m going to do it! I’m going to defeat Cernere’s Black Vault!” I shuddered. “I’m going to penetrate her. Just like you’re pounding my cunt! Going to tickle open Cernere’s black cunt and plunder her!”

“Yes!” he growled, his hands tightening their grip on me. He buried his cock with powerful strokes into my snatch, just slamming to the hilt in me. “You absolutely will. A smashing robbery. You’ll defeat her vault, plunder her goodies, and leave her gasping.”

“Leave me gasping, Barg!”

I squeezed my cunt down on his cock while the pleasure flowed through my nervous system. Those electric tingles turned the gears in my mind faster. They clicked and whirled with the bliss Barg’s cock gave me.

His heavy balls smacked into my clit. The pleasure burst from them. The heat swept through me. Wild waves of bliss that blazed through my mind. I groaned, squeezing my cunt down on him. I savored every inch of his dick plundering me.

His hands slid up from my hips. He felt up my toga, passing the various alchemical concoctions and weapons secreted about my body. He found my small breasts. He squeezed them. He massaged my little nipples as his dick pounded into me hard. Fast. He buried his cock to the hilt in me.

The pleasure surged through me. My head tossed from side to side, the wind ruffling my hair. I groaned, squeezing my cunt down on his dick. The bliss flowed through my body. I whimpered and moaned, my twat gripping his big dick.

“Oh, Barg, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Slam that dick into me. That’s incredible. Ooh, you’re plundering my pussy. Cernere’s black cunt, that’s how to fuck a woman.”

“Gods, yes!” he snarled. “Let me feel that pussy spasm on my dick. Let me feel that jolly good cunt writhe and convulse. I will pick your lock and open up your passion!”

“Yes!”

My moans echoed out over the lake. Little stars danced across my vision as more pleasure flooded my circulatory system. My heart pounded at its fastest rhythm, hurtling blood through my body. My mind whirled away, bathed in the impulses shooting out of my cunt.

I humped back into his strokes. I gripped his cock. I massaged him with my tight and juicy cunt, aching for my orgasm to burst through me. For my bliss to drown me. I hurtled closer and closer with his every stroke.

His fingers pinched my nipples through my toga.

His cock buried to the hilt in my cunt.

“Barg!” I shouted and came.

My pleasure burst through my pussy. Powerful surges electrified my nervous system. My brain went haywire. I bucked and moaned, my cunt spasming around Barg’s cock. His shaft plunged into my spasming depths.

“You picked me, Barg!” I gasped. “Now plunder me! Enjoy my vault!”

“Yes!” he snarled, thrusting away hard.

My pussy writhed around him as his knot swelled. I gasped as the swollen base of his cock pounded into my cunt over and over again. He pressed against my pussy lips. His heat surged through me. This wild passion that would consume me.

He slammed his knot into my cuntlips again and again. His hands squeezed my tits through my toga while he growled and snarled, sounding more monster than man now. My orgasms rippled from one to the other, kept alive by his thrusting cock. My labia stretched and stretched.

He popped into my cunt. Tied me.

“Cernere’s black cunt!” I gasped and came even harder.

“Gods, what a vault!” he howled and erupted in me.

His hot cum jetted into my pussy. The pleasure swept through my nervous system. It bathed my mind. My gears whirled so fast. My body swayed and gasped. My back arched, pressing into Barg’s broad frame. He held me as I trembled against him. More and more of his spunk flooded me.

All his seed. My pussy drank it up. Stored it in my womb. I groaned, my twat writhing and spasming around him. His knot swelled at the entrance to my cunt while he growled into my ear. He licked it. Nibbled on it.

“That is jolly good cunt,” he whispered. “The best vault in the world.”

“Yes!” I moaned, my pussy writhing and rippling around his cock. I milked out the last of his jizz. “Ooh, Barg, that was incredible. You know that I love you, right?”

“I know,” he said.

My body blazed from my orgasm. My nervous system felt alive, tingling with the bliss. I floated on a cloud. I stared at that approaching island and shouted, “I love Barg! He’s my partner. And he’s going to watch me break into your vault, Cernere!”

He nuzzled his lips into my ear. “I love you, too. You’re going to do it. You’re going to violate Cernere’s vault and skip out with a smile on your face.”

“Gods, yes,” I moaned, feeling so loved. We were knotted together, united in the most intimate way possible. I savored it as I trembled in his arms. I was so glad I had Barg. I smiled, feeling so relaxed and loose.

So ready to plunder Cernere’s treasures.

Barg

It was a delight to be knotted to Illina.

Her pussy squeezed around my hard cock. The base swelled. Trapped in her pussy. I held her as she squirmed, her excitement infectious. She would do it. I believed in her. She wouldn’t make her mother’s mistake.

This time, I would be with Illina. I would make sure that she stayed safe.

I hugged my thief to me as I watched the island grow closer and closer. The sailors shouted, rushing around the deck. Green trees dotted the island, a rocky shore surrounding it. Nothing looked special about it. Nothing about it shouted, “Here lies Cernere’s private vault. The treasures of the gods abound inside.”

It was prosaic.

Illina trembled more and more. Her pussy clenched around my dick as the sailors reefed the sails. The ship slowed to a stop as it came as close as possible. A heavy anchor plummeted over the side. Shouts were given. The longboat unslung.

My knot softened. I groaned as I pulled out of my lover, sad to escape her embrace. I treasured being in her. It was a treat every time. I pulled out of her and she let out a soft sigh. I turned around, my dick hanging limp.

“Shall we break into Cernere’s vault?” I asked, offering Illina my arm like she were my lady.

She took it with a bright smile on her lips. “Mmm, yes. I have a pussy full of cum and my blood on fire. It’s the perfect time to do it!”

Leywife Monica

The sailors hopped out of the rowboat into the waters of the lake and pulled it the last few feet onto the rocky beach. Gravel rustled beneath the hull. Illina leaped off, her toga fluttering around her. She landed with grace, her eagerness obvious. She looked like a little girl staring at a plate full of tarts fresh from the oven.

Bryce stepped off in her wake. My husband’s armor rattled about him. He had the same eagerness. He had tried to get the Ambrosia once. He knew the Lawbreaker would go for the Black Spire eventually. It was the best place to find him. The only place he would go. We would be there to stop him.

So we had to be able to survive that terrible island. The original Ambrosia was a powerful elixir. Potent. It would be dangerous for us to drink it outside of the deathly aura that legends said surrounded the Black Spire. That magic of the Ambrosia that would normally be too strong for mortals would become a ward to keep us alive.

Hopefully.

I rubbed my belly. No, Bryce would not risk my life and my baby’s. I smiled, eager for the day the Lawbreaker was dead so my knight and I could settle down. He would make such a good father. I had seen him with Stefan. Talking to the young man, giving him advice, guiding him. I glanced at the mage and smiled, remembering last night.

That was a delightful threesome with him and his angel.

I drew in a deep breath as I stepped onto the island. Confidence suffused me. From here, we would head to the confrontation with the Lawbreaker. I ached to protect Pater. To guard the God who had descended to his world and made such sweet love to me. It had been indescribable to lie with him.

Mortal lovers paled. Even Bryce.

I closed my eyes, smiling as I rubbed my stomach. I could feel my child growing in me. Our child. Divine and precious, proof the passion we shared that one glorious evening. My blood rushed through my body.

Words echoed around me.

A hand shook my shoulder.

I blinked and opened my eyes to see Bryce before me. “Are you okay? You were ignoring us.”

“Sorry, sorry,” I said, flushing with embarrassment now, the heat in my pussy blazing. “Just thinking about how we got here and where we’re going. This is momentous, Bryce.”

“Yes, it is,” he said.

“Come on,” Illina said. “There’s a path.”

I shook my head. She was about to break into the Goddess of Crime’s treasure vault, and she looked like a little girl eager for her nameday gift. Illina’s youthful face animated with excitement. Her toga rustled around her. The amethyst necklace she purloined from Alloria gleamed about her throat.

“Yes, yes, let’s let the child have her fun,” Alloria said.

“Feel free to stay behind,” said Illina. “Your sailors all look like they’re in need. You finally found your calling. They can tie you to the prow as their figurehead and fuck your cunt whenever they get hard.”

Alloria flashed her a vile smile.

I sighed. I understood why the two sniped at each other—Alloria had tried to kill us all—but she was now tied to my Bryce. She was in our lives until we could break the spell. It would be easier if Illina just returned the necklace.

Alloria stepped off along with Stefan and Ahlona. The angel had a pensive look on her face, lips narrowed, wings folded around her body like a cloak. Stefan rubbed his hands together. He hovered between excitement and a more stoic reserve.

Was he trying to emulate Bryce? I smiled at that. My knight would make an excellent father.

As I walked beside him down the path, Illina rushing ahead, I found myself thinking more and more of the future. Once we had the Ambrosia, what could stand in the way? The Lawbreaker would be punished. My friends and betrothed would be avenged. Pater would be protected. My future seemed so vast before me.

I couldn’t wait.

The path wound through the trees. They were evergreens, all covered in shaggy coats. They were different from the ones in Secare, their trunks almost crimson. Their needles not so thick. Vines grew around their roots, creeping over the ground and budding with small, orange berries. Too bright a color to be edible.

Soon, the path opened onto a grassy glade with a large, metal disk in the center. It was easily fifteen feet across and showed no signs of weathering. Beside it thrust up a plinth made of the same shiny metal. My brow furrowed as I stared at it. There was something curious about the metal. It wasn’t steel, though it was silvery.

“Is that adamantium?” asked Alloria.

“Yes,” said Illina. “The disc is impervious to any tools. None can batter through it. And they have tried. You will only break your tools trying.”

“It opens if you solve the puzzle on the plinth,” said Bryce. “It reveals a pool of water. There is a door with a lock in it. That is where your mother met her end, I’m afraid.”