The Glen: Book One
Copyright© 2004 by Merlin
Chapter 20
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 20 - There is a world of magic just on the edge of sight... and it is moving closer, and closer... Welcome to the world of 'The Glen'.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Magic Fiction Safe Sex Oral Sex School
Emory stood in a circle of brilliant golden light, focused on keeping Mordrant too busy fighting his magical attacks to plot anything physically dangerous. Bolts of purple and black lightening lanced back and forth between the two, and anyone unlucky enough to be in the crossfire, perished in agonizing balls of flame.
“All right, you little shit! Enough is enough!” Emory sent a massive salvo of swirling sparks at Mordrant and then shifted closer to the dais. Richard quickly picked up the carpet bag and shifted with him.
“Hold still ... I’ve had about enough of this! Aha!” Emory surged forward at the run, catching Richard totally unprepared. Richard made to shift and tripped over the bag, sprawling to the ground in a heap.
Seeing Emory all alone in the raging battle, Roland quickly parried a blow aimed at his head, back thrust his opponent through the chest, and wrenched his sword clear before the man he had just killed even knew he was dead. Fighting across the room in apparent reckless disregard, he soon took up station at Emory’s back.
Richard, having extracted himself from the bag, charged up next to him in a breathless rush. For all the rapid movement Roland had made to cover Emory’s back, he was barely breaking a sweat.
“Easy, lad”, said Roland as Richard thrust out at a shadow on his left. “Pick a clear target and then make sure you kill it the first time.” And as if to demonstrate his point, he cut down two dark fairies with a single slashing blow. His sword almost singing as it came clear of the second body. The first body fell like a sack of grain, the second twisted almost in half before becoming another lifeless tatter on the floor.
With a wink and a nod toward Emory, Roland once again danced off into the thick of the action, his sword a singing blur of silver, this time toward Erin and her besieged bodyguard.
“My Lady”, said Roland as he sketched the slightest of bows while engaging two dark fairies at once. “It would seem that the tide is finally turning on this battle.”
As far as Erin could tell, things were getting worse, but she really didn’t have a clear picture of what was actually happening, nor any experience like this to compare it against. Nodding, she said, “If you say so. It’s too horrible for me to watch and apart from Arthur and Emory; I can’t tell who is who anyway. It’s like watching some bizarre sport that I don’t know the rules of.”
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