Defiant Necromancer (Book 2 stubbing July 3)

The Whadesport hot springs.

Tybalt had never experienced them before. The entry fee was usually a bit pricey for a grunt soldier.

But the owner of this particular property had offered his establishment for the two biggest heroes of Whadesport history to relax for the evening - and any other time they might wish to return. He showed them to the facilities, brought them a keg of rum and two mugs, and then he made himself scarce.

“That was the craziest night of my life,” Dero said. She sounded slightly buzzed, but she wasn’t drunk.

“You’re telling me,” Tybalt replied, also a little tipsier than he would usually allow himself to get.

He sat on a stone shelf in the hot spring in just his undergarments, while Dero sat just out of it in her short skirt and tiny top, dangling her feet in the water.

“Seriously, what is wrong with you?” the dark elf said, poking his shoulder aggressively. “I haven’t gotten more than one level at once since… I don’t know! Since I was three hundred years old, maybe? It’s because this was so stupid. We shouldn’t have survived this. It was so stupid! What kind of ridiculous…”

“Believe me, I know,” said Tybalt. “It felt stupid. Every inch of me felt how stupid. We didn’t choose to get into that fight… and my entire body got splattered into a puddle, remember. I felt that.”

“Oh yeah, the bloody bits are still out there.” Dero chuckled as if the mental image of Tybalt as a pile of blood and guts was hilarious to her. “I hope that served as a lesson to you.”

“Yeah, it did… all right?” he said sheepishly. “I learned a lesson, and…”

“And what?”

“I probably should have tried harder to negotiate,” he said through gritted teeth. “No, I definitely should have. You… almost got crushed to death because of the way the fight went. You were right that survival was the only possible victory.”

The dark elf’s jaw seemed to drop a little bit, though she recovered quickly.

Her expression turned thoughtful, and silence fell for a minute.

“Hey, are you going to get in here?” Tybalt asked, patting the surface of the water. “This was for both of us, you know? The saviors of the town.”

He felt a little weird about making what was effectively an apology to Dero. But maybe it was the hot spring’s influence on him. The water was soothing, relaxing every part of him submerged within it. And maybe the alcohol was doing some of the talking.

Either way he felt a bit closer to Dero now that she had almost died for him. She, Mariella, Victoria, Vidalia, and Kistana had all risked their lives. The fates of Mariella, Victoria, and Vidalia, he knew, were entwined with his, so it wasn’t something strange, even if it was pleasant, how they had all stood together - how they had each contributed to the victory in some small way. He would have to show Kistana he appreciated her too… once he figured out how.

But Dero was here right now. She was here, and unlike the others, she didn’t have a personal reason to risk her life for him. Her faith wasn’t that powerful of a motivator for her, like Kistana’s was, and she wasn’t one of his fiancees.

So, why…? The thought drifted, half-formed, inside his head.

The dark elf sipped from her mug and looked down at him over the rim.

“You saying you want me to get in with you?” she asked coyly, a teasing edge to her voice.

I guess she recovered from her surprise.

“Oh, fuck you,” Tybalt replied, rolling his eyes. “I was just saying the water’s fine. It’s nice, even. If you want to slide in and enjoy it- ”

The dark elf slipped her top over her head and pulled her skirt down in a quick, efficient movement.

Her slight chest appeared before his eyes, fully unclothed, for the first time, and he saw a flash of her bare sex for a moment before she carefully pulled her underwear back into place over it. She had accidentally pulled the garment down halfway along with her skirt.

Is she a little wet, or did she splash some water there…?

“Oops,” she said, giving Tybalt a suggestive look. “Alcohol. I’m starting to get a little clumsy. Might do something I’ll regret in the morning. Maybe I should get into a different pool…”

She started to get up but paused when Tybalt grabbed her ankle.

“Come on, stop playing around and get in here,” he said, his voice low.

She let out her breath in a little huff.

“Fine.”

She stepped forward and dropped into the water right beside Tybalt. There was a little splash, and then they were side by side, all wet.

“See?” he said quietly. “The water’s fine.”

Dero gave him a slightly smug look.

“Sure. It’s just fine. I know what you want.” She lifted herself up and planted her ass squarely on his lap - pressing his erection against her barely covered sex. They were close enough in height, now that she was on top of him, for her to look him in the eyes.

He smiled, leaned down, and kissed her chest, sucking one nipple into his mouth.

“Mm,” she murmured. “That’s nice.”

One small violet hand dropped into the water and pulled his underwear down, then started slowly rubbing along his shaft. He immediately reached for her, slipped a hand into her underwear, and started stroking her in turn. Her lower lips were soft, silky, and perfectly smooth to the touch.

Are elves naturally hairless down there?

“Yeah, nice,” he agreed, talking around her nipple.

“You know this is just stress relief for me, right?” she said quietly, licking her lips. “We had a - a long fucking evening, and we earned some no-strings-attached fun.”

“You’re only saying that because you’re afraid that if you don’t, it’ll mean something,” Tybalt replied with a knowing look.

“No, I’m saying that, because we’re about to fuck,” Dero said. “Not make love. Not tenderly express our feelings in ways we’ll immortalize with poetry later. Just fuck. I don’t want you catching feelings.”

“Talking to yourself,” he muttered, kissing from one tiny breast to the other, then down her toned abdomen.

“F-Fuck you,” she said, her voice quivering slightly from arousal.

“I gathered that was the plan.”

“Didn’t you say you had a line forming for that before?”

You’re the one who said I had a harem, he thought.

Aloud, he said, “You skipped to the front after you risked your life for me over and over again tonight… despite not having any feelings at all. It’s remarkable to face an ‘ancient fucking dragon’ - I think that’s how you phrased it - for someone who’s just an ally. Not a lover or even a friend. You’re a really good ally. Guess I’m going to reward you.”

“Mm, see that’s what I mean, getting all - oh yeah, right there - getting all sappy.”

He pressed his lips against hers, kissing the dark elf on the mouth for the first time. After a moment, she parted her lips so they could explore each other. Her hand under the water stopped rubbing his shaft up and down and started rubbing her palm in little circles around the sensitive head instead, drawing a quiet moan of pleasure from him.

“I mean, I have opinions about you, which I’ve shared often,” Dero said when their lips parted. “Feelings too. Mostly annoyance. You’re the kind of guy- ” She pulled her underwear down with her free hand and guided him to her entrance- “I guess you’re the kind of guy I love to hate. Ohh.” She let out a low moan as she sank down onto him slowly.

Fuck, that’s good.

“Explain that,” Tybalt said, slowly thrusting up into her. “You hate me?”

“No, I - I don’t,” she said. “Maybe I’m starting to like - mm.” The words sounded like a half-formed confession, and he thought he detected a slight flush in her expression. But maybe that was the pleasure. She clenched around him in a way he’d never felt before - her inner muscles were incredibly strong - and Tybalt sucked in a deep breath, eyes squeezing shut for a moment.

When he opened his eyes again, she was looking away from him. Her eyes darted back to his, and she leaned in close to his face, making her expression unreadable.

“Well, you’re feeling something now,” he said, face so close to hers they were almost kissing again already.

“J-Just shut up and enjoy it,” Dero said.

Yeah, this was a good decision, no matter what happens tomorrow. Even if it gets awkward between us, I’ll never regret seeing these expressions on your face.

She pressed her lips against his, and their tongues dueled for dominance. Each of their bodies strove to outdo the other’s in extracting pleasure from the partner, Tybalt fucking up into Dero while holding her hips for leverage, Dero squeezing and massaging, lifting herself up and letting him pull her back down.

“You’re fucking good at this,” Tybalt said as he stood, lifted her, turned them around, and continued taking the dark elf against the stone side of the hot spring.

She let out a little pleased moan as he thrust into her harder against the firm stone surface.

“Oh… you’re d-damn right I am,” Dero said. “And I’m going to make you see stars. Any moment, you’re going to come. You’ll - nn, oh… You’ll never live it down. I’ll make you finish first and tell the others how you left me - oh - unsatis- ohh…” Her hands clenched into little involuntary fists at her sides.

“That’s not - mm - what it sounds like to me.”

That feels so fucking good, though.

She clenched around him harder and looked up at him triumphantly. He kept thrusting into her, then grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her into a long, deep kiss.

When he separated from her, she was breathless, and her eyes looked a little unfocused.

“You’re not bad at this yourself,” she said after a moment, giving him a small but seemingly sincere smile.

I’m glad, even if you hate me - love to hate me? - or don’t know how to feel about me… at least you like the way I fuck. Relationships have been built off less.

He responded to her words by fucking her harder, trying to go deeper, looking into her eyes as he did so. With the amount of eye contact they made - even if it sometimes seemed to be a sort of semi-conscious struggle for dominance - it felt as intimate as any sex he’d ever had.

With every movement he made inside her now, he thought he felt her getting hotter and wetter. She squeezed him harder, too, and heightened the sensations by pulling him in deeper with her legs wrapped around his ass or by running her fingers up and down his chest and sides.

“Yeah, keep going,” she murmured. “Oh… almost there. Yeah…”

He thrust into her thrice more, and she let out a cry and squeezed him hard, then stopped moving for a few seconds, panting.

Yes! It felt like he had won a battle with her. Maybe he had, as ridiculous as that sounded even to him.

Tybalt slowed down - he knew how sensitive women could be after orgasm - and kissed her on the lips again. Dero returned it with obvious enthusiasm.

“Nice,” she said breathlessly. “You definitely know how to use that tool. I’ll have to thank, um- ”

He shook his head once, sharply. He knew she’d been about to say “Brandy.” Her name occasionally came up.

I don’t like to talk about other women in the middle of the act, and the way I left things with her… I don’t want to talk to you about it at all, elf-who-denies-having-any-feelings.

“Fair enough,” Dero said quietly.

She pushed against his chest and then pulled off of him. His manhood came free with a little squelching noise, and he gave her a surprised look.

I… wasn’t done…

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to finish with your hands,” she said teasingly.

She turned around, bent forward, and propped herself up with her arms on the edge of the hot spring. She raised her ass, reached back, and parted her lower lips slightly with two fingers. The entrance looked incredibly sticky and wet from the fucking he’d already given her.

She looked back at him over one shoulder.

“Well?” she said with a little smile. “Ready when you are. It’s not like I don’t know you want me now. No sense in denying yourself out of pride. What’s keeping you? A little birdie told me you like this position, and I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve caught you staring at my ass…”

Tybalt let out a long breath and allowed his eyes to wander from her smile down her body to just below the waist. Her ass was incredibly toned, her thighs muscular, every inch athletic perfection. His manhood twitched at the sight.

Yes, you have a great ass, Dero.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Tybalt muttered.

He lined himself up with her entrance and pushed deep into her, drawing a loud moan.

“Oh yeah, fuck me until you can’t - mm - stand it anymore.”

He thrust into her harder, wrapped her long hair around his fist, and twisted her around into a kiss. He fondled her tiny breasts, rubbed her hard nipples, stroked between her legs, squeezed that incredible ass, and lifted and groped her thighs, sometimes gripping one of them for better leverage. But he never stopped fucking her, in and out, over and over.

He was fairly certain he made her come at least once more in that position, but they both moaned into each other’s mouths so many times, and she squeezed him so hard - even harder in that position than before - that he could hardly tell. He could only tell what she was doing to him.

It feels so fucking good. One weird, half-drunk, semi-hate fuck isn’t going to be enough. I want to have her again… and again.

As he felt himself growing close, he entwined the fingers of his left hand with hers, and he pulled Dero in for one last, long kiss.

He thrust in, harder and faster, her ass slapping back against his with seemingly endless stamina.

Holding her hand, tongue inside her mouth, tip buried deep inside her womanhood, he finished.

He shuddered slightly and bit down on her lower lip as he filled her. She seemed to enjoy his orgasm too. Her hips pressed back firmly into his manhood, humping against him a last few times as her sex tried to drain him of everything.

He let out a sigh into her mouth.

Fuck.

A part of him was already sad it was over.

He let himself collapse on top of her, pressing her down into the ground.

The hands that had been intertwined stayed close, her fingers stroking his, the gesture more tender than he’d have expected from the dark elf. She leaned back and kissed him softly on the lips, the tip of her tongue flicking out and licking his skin. It didn’t feel sexual. It felt sweet. It felt like mixed signals - or maybe just post-coital euphoria. Hard to know.

“I haven’t had a lover in a long time,” Dero said quietly. “I told you, you humans die too quickly. It’s pointless to get attached. You just get hurt. But maybe I like you a little more than I- ” Her expression, which had been shifting to a sort of shy smile, suddenly froze. “Wait, I think I was going to tell you to pull out… stupid liquor.”

Tybalt chuckled.

“Didn’t you promise to stick around with me until I die anyway?” he asked, his voice low. “That’s practically tantamount to marriage.”

Maybe I got a little attached myself.

“Fuck it,” Dero said after a moment, shaking her head. “Damage is already done. I guess I’m part of the harem. Could be fun. The benefits are great. Threesomes, foursomes, and fivesomes with foxes and Mariella. I’m not opposed to having kids. Now my children will be a part of the beastfolk royal line, not just the extinct dark elf royal line. Until it all comes tumbling down.” She snorted, shook her head, then turned and fixed him with a challenging look. “How long before you can go again?”

Tybalt swallowed, but as Dero spoke, she also squeezed around him. He felt himself begin to rise again inside her.

Apparently not long at all.