The Lust Lord Librarian

Moments later, Adal watched as a giant boulder came hurling towards him.

It was too large to be dodged, not at the speed they were travelling. His only option was to go through it.

Or...

Without wasting a second, Adal drew on his powers. He could see that the boulder was made from rock, so he channelled his affinity for earth magic and pushed against it.

He pushed it to the left, whilst manoeuvring his flight to the right. Under normal circumstances, he would not have been able to dodge. However, when aided by great magic, he was just able to get by.

He felt the wind of the boulder fly past him as they barely made it out of the way. A few seconds later, he heard the boulder crumble atop a building below.

I hope no one was hurt.

The three Iglantians were dressed in pink armour and were using a strange magic on their feet to hover high in the sky. It reminded him of a skateboard back on Earth, but made from a strange transparent magic.

As they watched the man dodge, each of the men drew their weapons. They were expecting a close-quarters fight in the air.

Adal had other intentions.

He activated the skill that he had stolen from Queen Talindra’s father. It was a vicious skill and seemed to be the reason why the man had been exiled from his realm, earning him the title of the Exiled King.

Adal outstretched his palm and pointed it towards the man at the centre. Suddenly, the palm of his hand became incredibly cold, to the point where it was painful.

Then, he let the skill launch.

Unstoppable Ice.

A shard of ice the size of a .50 calibre bullet shot from a magic circle that appeared on his hand. It travelled faster than the eye could follow, aimed at the man at the centre.

Before anybody could react, there was a hole in the man’s chest, where red blood began to slowly spill.

The Iglantis knights looked between each other, confused at what had just happened.

Then, their ally at the centre’s body went limp. The magic hovering spell beneath his feet was wiped away, and then he fell to the ground.

Adal watched as his body dropped past him. Then, he looked at his hand.

Why did a sun elf king have access to ice magic? Strange...

Adal didn’t give much time to the thought as he continued his flight up towards the remaining two men. He heard Nimrodel laughing behind him, clearly amused by how easily he had killed one of their men and the surprised looks on their faces.

The distance between them closed in only a few seconds. Adal now had his sword drawn, prepared for an attack from the men.

They both charged at the same time with swords of their own, bringing them down on Adal with ferocious speed.

"I’ve got left!" Adal called out, using his sword to deflect the attack coming at him from the right. It sent vibrations up his entire arm, and he almost dropped the weapon.

Meanwhile, the strike from the left was easily deflected by Nimrodel using her dagger. She parried the strike before burying her dagger into a gap in the man’s armour. It pierced his neck, and by the time she had pulled it out, the man was already dead and falling to the ground.

Adal spun mid-flight so that Nimrodel could be faced towards the other opponent. The woman did the same there, but took it a step further.

She leapt off Adal’s back and landed on the Iglantian, stabbing with so much force that her dagger penetrated the man’s pink armour and entered his chest, puncturing his heart.

As the man’s body went limp, she leapt off it and landed back on Adal’s back. By that point, Adal’s magic was ready again, so he could strike from range when necessary.

"I liked that, human," Nimrodel said in his ear, pressing her body against him. "Do you need more mana?"

Adal knew that her words meant she was prepared to pleasure herself at that very moment if necessary.

He was interested to see how she might manage such a thing, but truthfully, he did not need it.

"No, not yet. I managed to gather a lot from the queen."

Nimrodel laughed.

"I’m not surprised. Did you hear her moans? I have heard when she has sex with her husband, His Majesty. She never makes sounds like that."

Adal wasn’t surprised either. He was not a prideful man, but it was only natural that he could make women feel better than their husbands did.

Turning his thoughts away from lust for the time being, he looked towards one of the faces of the city walls. There, he saw Iglantians and sun elves engaged in combat atop the wall. However, there were more flying enemies picking off the elves from range, making the battle unfair.

Adal pointed in that direction.

"We go there next!"

...

By the time he had arrived, the sun elves had almost been cleared off the wall. This would allow more Iglantians to flood into the city.

Not if Adal had something to say about it.

There were five knights flying and attacking from range. However, the knight flying the highest looked different. His armour was lined in silver, and he seemed to be giving orders to the lower flyers on where to attack next.

He must be their leader.

Since the knights’ backs were facing him and their attention was focused on the elves on the wall, Adal was given time to line up his shot.

He let the ice fly from his palm once again and couldn’t even see where it ended up due to its tremendous speed.

But he knew that his shot hit the target when the general’s head flew off his shoulders and his body started to fall to the ground.

The knights following the general looked up in disbelief. Had one of their leaders fallen so quickly? How?

Before they could react, Adal charged in again, with Nimrodel ready behind him.