Across Eternity: Book 5 - Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

Across Eternity: Book 5 - Chapter 4

... shaken from her thought by a stone flying towards her. She cocked her head to the side to avoid it and looked over, seeing a crowd gathering at the other end of the street, shouting and throwing things.

“Get out of our city, witch!”

“Freedom for Welindar!”

“Death to humans and collaborators!”

“The Pack will save us!”

Valia sheathed her sword and calmly approached. They continued to throw rocks and garbage, but anything that hit her bounced off. As she drew closer, fear moved through the crowd, expecting her retaliation. Finally, she stood before them.

“I don’t blame you for wanting freedom. I don’t blame you for hating Uther or humans. They are the natural response to conquered peoples throughout time. But I warn you, no good can come from the Pack. They promise you the power to win your freedom, but they enslave you to the will of the Profane. Your cries for revolution have been hijacked to suit dark ambitions, and if you aren’t careful, you’ll lose your souls as well as your lives.”

“Liar! You’re just Uther’s whore!” one man shouted, with many agreeing.

Valia sighed and turned around. “I said what I said. You’ll either listen to me or doom yourselves. Good luck,” she said before walking away.

Valia’s stomach was twisted in knots, and she felt a smoldering ember of despair filling her head with smoke. She needed something to help soothe her riled feelings and decided to return to the palace and check in on Noah and Shannon. Upon ...

... arriving, her thoughts of the belligerent crowd and her anxieties vanished. However, it was due to the overwhelming sense of revulsion. Atop a large table, a captured Pack member was unconscious and laid out on his stomach. He was sedated, strapped down, and even dismembered. Armed with scalpels and forceps, Noah was about to perform an operation, but not on the fiend.

On the prisoner’s back was his parasite, loosely attached. Noah had pried it off the fiend with great care and effort without severing the tendrils or detaching the proboscis. Scaffolding had been built to keep the parasite elevated above the host while letting it draw blood and secrete venom, which Noah siphoned from the exposed tendrils. Noah was garbed in a smock, mask, gloves, and even made protective goggles. Shannon, assisting him, was likewise dressed.

“What in the world are you doing?” Valia asked.

“Hey, Val, welcome,” said Noah, standing atop a step stool over the fiend. “In order to defeat the enemy, I must know the enemy. Feel free to observe, but for your safety, I insist you wear proper protective clothing. Shannon, would you please?”

“Yes, My Lord,” she said with an obedient bow. She had started using the honorific after hearing about his time in Sylphtoria. As someone recognized by the spirits, he would naturally command her respect, and she had fully immersed herself in her role as his assistant.

Shannon approached Valia with a spare surgical getup. “This will protect you from ...