The World of Erasthay: the God's Passionate Love Book 3
Copyright© 2022 by mypenname3000
Chapter 12: Fate
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 12: Fate - The survivors reel from the Black Vault and seek relief in their own ways.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Magic Cheating Cuckold Gang Bang Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Lactation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism Big Breasts Public Sex Small Breasts
Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this. Stefan Halian
Anger boiled through me. Illina’s body lay crumbled on the ground. Her neck twisted at a horrible angle. My fingers flexed then seized a vial of Ahlona’s pussy cream. I chugged it down and threw it to the floor.
Bryce turned to me, this mad look in his eyes. He held the scissors in his hand as he marched on me. I would find away to destroy him. To rip him to pieces and boil his blood. He would not get away -with killing my mother.
I seized the heat in the room. I pulled it from the atmosphere and concentrated it around him. The air rippled. Roiled. It exploded in fire that engulfed him in an inferno. The flames crackled, dancing high. A bonfire that spilled rippling light across the room.
The three Norns watched, unconcerned.
The threads of my magic snapped. Cut. The flames guttered out. The Lawbreaker strode out, his armor steaming. Swaths of his hair crumbled to ash. Parts of his skin, crisped black from the flames, healed. Pink skin swallowed the burned flesh.
I thrust earth magic into the ground at his feet. Spears of rocks thrust out at him from all directions. Thick spikes. Narrow lances. Deadly blades. He moved too fast. Despite his armor, he flowed around them, moving before they burst up, his eyes tracking the threads of my magic. He could see them thanks to those damned scissors.
The water in the air condensed into a thousand daggers and slashed down at him. He dived forward in his armor. He rolled to his feet, the ice crashing into the stones behind him. He battered one from his face, a shard slashing across his cheek. The wound healed.
“I am the reckoning to make the Gods pay for their crimes,” he growled, marching at me, implacable.
Blades of wind. They slashed at him, unseen.
The scissors snipped. They flashed in his hand as he severed my magic. The Ambrosia animated his body. I could tell it was killing him, but it was also keeping him alive. Giving him the strength, the speed and reflexes, to work faster than my magic could reach him.
He was almost at me. I had to do something.
Ahlona’s pussy juices filled me. She fueled life magic the strongest.
I sent out more power. I conjured a thousand lines of life magic to sap his strength. I surged them at him from all directions. Up. Down. The floor and ceiling. They lanced at him. The scissors flashed, but could he get them all.
One slithered through, passing effortlessly through his armor into his chest. I leeched strength from him. I pumped the brimming energy out of his body for a heartbeat.
SNIP!
More came. He couldn’t slice them all. More attached to his body. My spell siphoned the brimming power of the Ambrosia from him. They sapped at his life. He snarled, his scissors cutting as I kept throwing more tendrils. He severed the ones that reached him. Touched him.
But they slowed him down.
I just had to keep it up. I grabbed another vial of Ahlona’s pussy juices. I gulped it down, adding fuel to my fire. He snarled as he severed my magic so fast. The scissors blurred as they moved. The Ambrosia gave him so much energy.
A vast sea of it.
“I don’t know how you are alive, boy!” spat the maddened bastard. “But I am not failing when I have come this far. I will make him pay!”
“For cuckolding you?” I demanded, putting all the mocking derision I could into my tone. I sneered at him.
“He seduced your mother and turned her into a whore!” he snarled back.
“She was a woman. Nothing more!” I glared at him, weaving more life magic to thrust at him. More tendrils to sap a bit of strength here and there. “You claimed to love her. So—”
“I did love her!” he roared. His voice echoed at me. His eyes blazed with rage.
“Then why did you kill her?” The rage swelled through me. “Why did you murder the woman you loved?”
“Because she was tainted! Ruined by Pater’s foul cock. I fixed her. When I die, she’ll be waiting for me in the Astral Realm. Your mother will welcome me with open arms.”
Madness cracked in his voice. He slogged forward, slowed by my attacks, but he marched with resolution, the scissors sniping at the magic as fast as I could send it at him. I pulled out another vial, downing it.
“When you die?” I demanded. His words confused me. Sickened.
“Lagu will come for me for tricking her. She gave me the power to punish the Lawbreaker. She didn’t realize it was Pater. She’s cloaked me in her promise. She hid me from all the other gods. She hates me, but she gave me her word. Of the Gods, she only broke her Law once! ONCE! Once Pater is dead, my pact with Lagu will end. I will die.”
“You’re mad,” I spat. “You think my mother will welcome you after you beat her to death?”
“Yes! She knows I saved her. Pater corrupted her with his seed. He destroyed her flesh. Twisted her into a whore! I set her free. Your mother will welcome me with open arms. You should be thanking me, boy, for freeing her from what your putrid father did to her.”
“You think she’ll welcome you after you murder her son?” I snarled as he came closer. He was almost at me. “You are the biggest fool in the universe. No wonder Pater cuckolded you. I bet he made love to my mother so many times before you caught them.”
“What?”
“The entire time you knew my mother, she was his lover!” I fixed eyes on him. I held up the rainbow amulet that my mother wore. “She was always his, wasn’t she? Oh, I bet she loved cuckolding you!”
Fury crossed his face. Murder blazed in his eyes. I surged every ounce of life magic I had at him. I snaked it all at his flesh. It had to be enough to get through to him. To stop him. With a snarl, he surged at me in a burst of speed, scissors slashing. He cut the threads and reached me in an eye blink.
His hand seized me by the throat. His gauntlet-clad fist choked off my air. He slammed me down on the ground. Air burst from my head. My head cracked into the stone. Pain burst. A wave of fuzz washed across my expression.
“I saved her from degradation. I liberated your mother from the whorish rites of Slata. She renounced the priesthood and became only mine. She swore a sacred vow to me. Before Luben. She swore to have only me, and then Pater came in and despoiled her. When he finished with your mother, he had hollowed her out. He had left something foul and disgusting in her place. I should have killed her that day. Cut you out of her belly and set her free.
“I was a coward.”
I spat in his face.
“Today, I avenge her. Deana Cartith will know that the guilty was punished. She shall await me, boy. ME!”
Movement flickered to my left. My eyes flicked in that direction to witness the impossible.
Illina
It hurt to move. My neck was twisted at a horrible angle. The spine severed. It took all my effort to stand, my nervous system going haywire. The gears in my skull whirred, battling to send signals through my body.
If I were human, I would be dead, but I wasn’t. My heart still pumped with its rhythm, the machine thudding away uncaring that my head was twisted to the side. I grabbed it and forced myself to look ahead.
Broken bone ground together.
I clenched teeth against the pain. My eyes focused on Bryce. He had Stefan pinned to the stone. This was my chance. I grabbed the discarded dagger and forced myself to strand on shaky legs. My body twitched. Spasmed.
Molars ground on molars. I raised my body, fighting through the pain. I would get only one shot at this. I focused on that bastard. He was still, his hand chocking Stefan. I focused on the side of his face. One nick with Dauthaz’s dagger.
I hurled it.
Stefan’s head moved.
Bryce threw a look at me as the dagger flashed at him. It hurtled towards him so slow. The agony in my neck buckled my knees. I howled and collapsed as his arm swung forward. He raised his metal vambrace.
The dagger struck his armor and bounced clear of his face.
“NOOOOOO!” I sobbed as it spun away.
I’d failed.
Stefan Halian
The dagger tumbled away. Bryce threw back his head and laughed his mad triumph. I surged out air magic and grabbed the dagger. I slammed it back at Bryce as fast as I could. He twisted, letting go of my throat. He thrust his scissors up and cut the magic leading to the dagger. He severed my control.
But Dauthaz’s blade still hurtled at the bastard. The tip gleamed. Then it ripped across his face. It struck his cheekbone, digging a furrow before bouncing to the side and hitting the floor. It was a superficial wound. It wouldn’t stop Bryce even if he wasn’t brimming with Ambrosia.
But the wound didn’t heal. It bled. Crimson spilled down his throat as a silence descended on the world. Bryce’s shout of fright snuffed out. His mouth opened wide. His eyes stared at horror at the bloody blade lying on the ground nearby.
Fear.
Pure terror spilled across his face. I couldn’t hear anything. Not even my own blood screaming through my ears. The three Norns all bowed as the air behind Bryce rippled like a curtain blowing in a breeze.
Death stepped through it.
The robed form of Dauthaz, God of Death, appeared behind Bryce. I stared at the expression of sadness, even regret, that was on the surprising youthful face of the reaper. He swung his scythe before him. The spectral blade swept into Bryce’s side.
The bastard, the monstrous murder of my mother, screamed in silent terror as the scythe slashed through his armor like it wasn’t even there, a shadow of protection. His body jerked as the weapon ripped his soul out of his body. A spectral Bryce appeared, naked and thrashing, hooked by the scythe and pulled to the God of Death’s free hand.
Dauthaz embraced my mother’s killer. Tears spilled down Death’s cheeks. Then he stepped back through the unseen curtain.
Bryce’s corpse crashed dead beside me.
Sir Bryce Cartith
“Nooo!” I screamed but no sound came from my lips.
The icy touch of death caught me. A hard yank. I flew back and...
Saw my own body. The back of my head. My back. That couldn’t be me, but there was the blood streaming down my cheek. Then Death’s arm was around me. I stared in fright at the young, sorrowful eyes of Dauthaz.
“I am sorry, Bryce Cartith,” Dauthaz said as he stepped back.
A rippling curtain swept over me. The world faded as I thrashed and screamed. I wasn’t ready to die. I had too much to do. Pater had to die. That was my destiny. It was why Cutter had given me her scissors. She wanted me to punish the Lawbreaker.
“Send me back!” I bellowed. “Please! He has to pay!”
“Justice is not for you to dispense,” Dauthaz said. “I am so, so sorry. You have been judged, Bryce Cartith. No eternity in paradise. Damnation awaits you. You have betrayed oaths. Committed foul deeds. Plotted heinous acts.”
“To PUNISH the greatest Lawbreaker of all!” I howled. “If there is any justice in this world, than Pater must pay.”
“Betrayer!” a woman snarled. “Murderer!”
I knew that voice. My head snapped around. In the gray emptiness Dauthaz strode through, dragging my soul with him, stood a woman. Tall and proud and beautiful. My Deana. Rage blazed in her eyes. Fury trembled her body.
“You foul, disgusting monster!” she howled.
“Deana?” Why wasn’t she welcoming me with love. She was waiting for me. I knew it the moment I freed her. “I didn’t avenge you. I’m sorry. But we’re finally tog—”
“Avenge me?” She laughed in mocking derision. “You murdered me. After you threw me from your home. After you beat me out of your jealous fury.”
“That wasn’t you any longer! I had to save you. I was a coward that day. But I found the courage to set you free.”
“Free? You putrid, rotten man! You didn’t free me! You were just jealous. You thought you owned me. I realized that day that you never loved me.”
“I always loved you!” I roared back. “You have dwelled in my heart. I wore our locket. I have never forgotten you.”
“If you had loved me, then you would have understood. Pater is a God. A GOD! No woman could resist him. I gave up every mortal man. Wasn’t that enough?”