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How ire yearned to investigate these rediscovered sensations properly. To have him do with her body as he pleased, let his experience in matters of the flesh dominate her and to know whaty at the end of lustful urges. s, it was not yet time.
As she came to stand on her own two feet again, the calm subsided. Weaker than before, nheless present, her lust entertained the thought of taking a break. With it surged back in the hatred and the rage. It would be a sweet victory to destroy the Ironborn after she had reimed that which the world they had built had taken from her. It would be an even sweeter victory to reim it after she had destroyed it all.
So, they resumed running.
“Master, Master,” ire happily babbled the word, feeling a surge of glee and desire each time it left her mouth. “You’re wonderful, Master.”
“You should get to know me more before you decide that,” he cautioned her.
“Why, you hiding something from me?” ire asked with her ever-present smile. Although she often verbally diminished her skills, the vampire knew that she was outstanding in a number of ways. One of them was that she was good when it came to social skills. It just came naturally to her, to endear herself to those around herself. It was arge reason why, despite her uncooperative attitude, she had been kept alive for all this time. A part of those social skills was that she was good at reading people’s intentions. All this time, she had felt nothing but benevolent honesty or guilt from John. Two emotions she had seldom felt from anyone else.
“Not deliberately,” John responded. “Still, you might discover something about me that you loathe. Might be smarter to take things slow.”
“Hmmm?” ire took a wide leap, keeping up with the flying double. Mid run, she caressed the side of his face with her index finger. “If it’s so smart, then why kiss me at all?”
“I’m easily influenced by gorgeous women,” the Gamer sighed, leaning just a little bit into her touch. How much that little gesture of his pleased her, it was unfathomable. “Never trust me when any are involved.”
“Then I can trust you right now no issue.”
“Master would not have kissed you were you not gorgeous,” Aclysia chided.
Wind whipped around ire’s face, overpowering her chuckle even in her own ears. The three of them sailed down a final ravine, the outer wall of Archduchy Labyrinth. ire could see far in the darkness, further even than John and Aclysia. In the distance she saw the t savannah of the Kingdom of War, her homnd. How she loathed returning there. How she loathed going anywhere in this world.@@novelbin@@
Another day at most, a few more hours more likely, then she would see him and those other harem members she had heard about. Would they all be as wise and epting of her as Aclysia? From what she had heard, they were a spread of many different characters. She was all too eager to prove she was worthy of joining them. Certainly, all of them must have fallen for John the same way she did. A maid as smart and wonderful as Aclysia would never let her Master enter a rtionship with women who did not wish the best for him.
ire almost forgot tond properly, fascinated by the swing of Aclysia’s hips. Primarily, her desire was focused on John, but there was no doubt that she wanted to see more of Aclysia as well. ‘I wonder if I would look better if my hips were just a bit wider,’ ire thought and made a mental note to try when she next had ess to a mirror.
The savannah vanished behind the horizon. Without the elevation, she could no longer look beyond the many hills and mountains that marked the transition between the two Kingdoms. As long as they kept heading west, they would eventually see it again. For a few more hours, they kept running.
Fire.
ire’s head whipped around, noticing the red and golden glow immte a mountaintop in her periphery. It grew and grew, caused an avnche to roar down the frozen peak, only to be overpowered by the massive crack of the very tip of the stone itself breaking off.
Burning brighter even than the peak rising into the sky was the hatred inside ire. Violently, it expanded inside her mind, reiming almost all it had upied before she had met John. ck energy swirled out from her body, as she yelled, “METEORA!”
Aclysia and John stopped, the Gamer grabbing ire by the arm and forcing her to halt her momentum herself. Teeth clenched and bared, the vampire hissed. His brown eyes, strong and resolute, forced a moment of calm onto her. The peak of the mountain rose higher. A humanoid form, that of the Iron Maiden herself, could barely be seen against the backdrop.
“We fight,” John stated.
ire furrowed her eyebrows. Had there even been another option? She chose not to think about it. There were more pressing matters.
The fire-engulfed mountain reached the zenith of its height and began to descend. Although the speed of the object appeared slow, the sheer size of it made it a threat nheless. “ire, stand behind me,” John told her. “My defences are better than yours.”
“That won’t matter if-“
“ire!” Aclysia interrupted, the rushing fire now in hearing range. “Never question Master’s ns!”
Between his confidence and her demanding words, ire took a step back and hid behind his form. Even in the current situation, it urred to her how narrow and yet well built he was. Shoulders broad, hands in his pocket, the Gamer stood before her. Aclysia stood a bit off from them, summoning a massive sword. Red energy, simr in colour to what ire’s conjurations emitted, pulled from her hands into the de. It seemed to awaken in response to the draining lifeforce, lifting slightly on its own.
“Create asrge a bat as you can,” John instructed her. “Send it out on my word. Remember, no matter what you see, that my and Aclysia’s attacks can’t hurt you.” Inside ire, aggressive hatred and trust wrestled for whether or not she would agree. “ire!” his voice reached her and he looked over his shoulder. “You will kill an Iron Maiden today, but we have to be smart about this!”
“Yes, Master,” she agreed with a dark grin on her face.
The meteorite was getting ever closer. Howrge was it? A hundred metres across, maybe? Meteora herself stood atop the moving mountain. All of her was covered in Astrotium. A humanoid shape of dull lead, covered in spikes, a massive sword in hand, surrounded by the fire of her making.
A second light suddenly started topete with the fiery gold. Silver shone from above. A star was falling from the sky, pulling a silver streak behind it that fizzled into an arcane purple. It seemed so smallpared to the meteor, yet its light came to oupete it. At a gradual speed, it descended and, as if someone had calcted it, near perfectly mmed down on top of Meteora.
ire grabbed onto John’s shirt, the shockwave released by the impact almost throwing her backwards despite therge distance still remaining. Chunks of rock were catapulted everywhere, scattered outwards by a cacophonic explosion of silvery white. Red fire was extinguished and reced by the crackling lightning and burning energy of arcane, scorching surfaces before themselves fading into a purple veil that hung in the air like a translucent mist.
“NOW!” John shouted at the top of his lungs.
ire almost failed to react, so unfamiliar with taking orders, but it felt like he had taken even that into ount. The vampire’s mana, already prepared, shaped rapidly into arge bat and was sent flying forwards. Air rushed towards the centre of the explosion, recing what had been disced. Everywhere was chaos still. One of the rocks threatened to smash into the bat, only to be sliced apart by a shockwave of red energy.
Aclysia leapt andnded on the back of the bat, using it as footing to gain even further elevation. Then she stepped on the air itself, as if it was solid. Baffled, ire realized that the maid was heading directly for Meteora. The Iron Maiden herself must have been incapable ofprehending what was happening as she raised no resistance when Aclysia brought her de down and smote the Astrotium-d woman to the ground, turning her into another piece of the failed assault that created a crater in the ground.
The entire surprise attack had been turned around on them.
A tingling sensation let ire know that she wasn’t entirely right about that. Something was moving inside her sphere of influence. It was a tingle at first, then the rm bells went off. ire jumped to the side, saving herself from the weapon aiming at her core. She rolled off and turned around, seeing arcane sparks fly out where a thorn of flowing blue and ck prated the skin of the Gamer’s double.
ire’s ignited hatred rose to an inferno of rage,ying eyes upon the second Iron Maiden. The one who had taken her from her mother.
Ell’s body peeled entirely out of invisibility. The ocean blue of her slender figure glistened like mercury in the arcane purple that still hung in the air. Various ck lines, like strings welded to her skin, shifted with every tiny movement she made. Her extended arm swelled visibly, and a momentter various metal thorns burst out of John’s skin.
“You’re not the real one.” Ell sounded disappointed.
“I’m real enough,” the Gamer responded and sped his hands in front of him. A silver light appeared between, muted enough by the fingers enveloping them that it did not stand out much. “Don’t do anything rash,” he said and snapped his fingers twice. “You will regret it, Ironborn.”
ire hissed and rose to her feet. The snapping was a signal, one of many they had agreed on days prior. Basically, it meant that they were deep in trouble. Still, ire wanted to assault Ell immediately. Only the right arm of the liquid Iron Maiden dissuaded her, raised in defence.
Ell’s blue eyes dulled to a level of ck that seemed to draw in surrounding light. “You telling anyone about a regrettable decision is ironic, invader. After you crossed our Emperor, your end became inevitable.” Another thorn extended outwards.
“That’s categorically wrong on every level. I could retreat at any point and return when I’m strong enough to crush all of you.”
“Big talk, nothing else. Why would you be here if that was an option?”
“Because I have a heart.”
The Gamer unsped his hands, revealing the sphere of silver between them. Twisting his body despite the spikes sticking out from his chest, he pointed the right palm at the Iron Maiden. As it wasunched, the mana transformed into solid crystal, ance shooting outwards.
While the speed of the spell itself was impressive, the time he had spent aiming it was not. Even ire could have dodged something so clearly telegraphed. The Arc Lance sliced past Ell’s head and she raised her right arm to retaliate.
It was an opening. An attack to Intercept. ire rushed forwards, only mildly surprised when she saw Aclysia, who had been rushing over since shended, teleported thest three metres. The model maid’s sword sliced through the left arm embedded in her Master’s back, while ire went directly for the chest of the Iron Maiden with a conjured de. Both attacks connected, but while Aclysia’s heavy cleaver sliced straight through, ire only cut the surface. Like stackedyers of cloth, the metal frayed when cut.
Ell’s body transformed into a fully liquid state, including the severed arm, and she retreated as a flowing stream of blue. Everyone wanted to set after her, but Meteora mmed down between them. A de of pitch-ck metal, forged in a form like splintered obsidian, descended on Aclysia.
ck and white des met. “You think you invaders can just humiliate the Emperor’s chosen?!” Meteora’s distorted voice was filled with rage. The earlier attack had left a cut in the Astrotium armour. The natural regeneration of Ironborn diminished the wound with each passing second.
Aclysia pushed back with three rapid attacks with all of her weapons. They drove Meteora away from John, but achieved no proper hits. After the final attack, the model maid changed to her katana. Her physical power seemed lessened when she went on her offensive again. Meteora met those strikes head-on. Their des locked in a contest of strength where neither was the immediate victor. Scales gradually pushed out of Aclysia’s skin as the air around her cooled.
ire was looking for an opening to attack, when John grabbed her by the arm again. “New n: run!” he ordered her.
“WHAT?!” the vampire screamed. Love rebelled against rage, the two intertwining as they so often did inside her. To no proper conclusion, this time around. “Sorry - WHAT?!”
“We can’t win this,” John told her straightforwardly. “Don’t mistake a good opening for a path to victory. Aclysia can escape on her own. This body doesn’t matter. Only you do. Run!”
“You told me that-“
“Today is not over yet, now go!” John forced her to move by dragging her along with him. Onest look over her shoulder showed ire a ring of light expanding from Aclysia’s feet. It reached all the way to Ell, who had reformed and appeared to set after ire and the Gamer. Instead, once the light spilled around her feet, she suddenly turned to Aclysia.
Impotent rage filled her lungs and ire screamed as she broke into a full sprint. The mana she had prepared to attack, she used it instead to create a number of familiars that ran by her, to serve as distractions if need be. “Why can’t we win?!”
“Because you and I are weak,” the Gamer told her. It was the honesty she least and most of all wanted to hear. “I pulled all the tricks this body can afford. You just don’t have the strength to fight in their league. If we were dealing with one of them, you’d be a deciding factor, but Aclysia can’t keep both of them off us – not for long.”
“I just want to murder them. Kill them. Dismantle them. TEAR THEM ALL APART!” ire screamed as they headed west. “DAMN IT! DAMN IT ALL!”
They ran. Ran and flew as quickly as their feet would carry them. For a while (how long ire did not know), they did nothing but advance, the sounds of battle behind them almost fading entirely. The Iron Maidens seemingly tried to give chase, only to each time be interrupted by Aclysia.
“…Shit,” John cursed out of nowhere. “Aclysia lost Ell.”
“How much further do we need to run?” ire asked, her mind calm enough to think rationally.
“We need to get-“ John suddenly stopped, his expression turned dark. “…So that was your game…”
ire’s light sensitive eyes spotted something glowing on the horizon. She could not see its origin, only that it had the sickly green colour of Arkeidos’ necromantic magic mingled with the red of Hellfire. Several seconds after the light had started to ebb away, ire felt the ground under her feet tremble. It was faint, yet still noticeable.
John stopped and looked at ire. “At top speed, we are still at least two hours away from me and my loves,” he told her calmly. “I wanted to meet you halfway, but Arkeidos just made that very difficult. I will win the fight with him. Ell will get here before then. Meteora is still fighting Aclysia. The only way we can do this is if we beat or dy Ell. I didn’t want to take a fight I didn’t know we could win.” Suddenly he ced his hands on both of her cheeks and kissed her on the mouth. “I’ll give you everything I can. You will make it count.”
“I will, Master,” ire pledged.