Crouching next to me in the fiery grass of the grove, the warden considered my question about whether or not she’d ever gotten over the ‘ghoulish’ feeling of absorbing crystalized spirit made from the dead bodies of creatures. “Mostly… In the case of monsters, I view the act of taking in their spirit similar to eating food. Their crystalized spirit is not their soul, it is just their body in a different form… It also helps that most of them are mindless beasts who’d just as soon gore you than cuddle with you,” she said with a light giggle. “What about in the case of non-monsters?” I asked. Her specific wording and the implication of taking in crystalized spirit being like eating made the question impossible to ignore. Her voice darkened with unease. “Consuming the crystalized spirit of a person is considered taboo of the greatest severity in most places.” “Right…” I said, deciding not to point out how she didn’t really answer the question and instead focused on punching throug
Not looking back or speaking, the warden led me by the hand through the trees of the Forest of Embers. Her pale fingers gripped my hand tighter with mounting nerves as we drew closer to Lysandra’s home. After about ten minutes, we emerged into an open space at least three times larger than the half basketball court-sized grove I’d fought the torchboars in. Ringed by trees, a lush carpet of flame-colored grass covered the glade. With no obstructing canopy, sunlight streamed down into the clearing from the blue skies overhead. Made from the wood of the forest, a solitary single story cabin stood in the center of the glade. At least large enough to comfortably house four people, the structure was wellbuilt and solid. A porch and a pair of windows faced us. In the shade provided by the roof over the porch, there was a closed front door. I whistled in appreciation, recognizing from my brief stint studying to be an architect that whoever had built this knew what they were doing. “Damn
The early afternoon sun showered the silent glade in light. In front of her cabin, Lysandra and the warden squared off in the fiery grass. No more than two feet apart, they glared at one another. Like volcanoes on the verge of erupting, their postures screamed that both women were primed and ready for the other to explode. Rooted to the spot, I stared anxiously at the scene from near the treeline. Even the surrounding forest seemed to be holding its breath, as there wasn’t so much as a rustle of leaves or snapping of a twig to be heard. My stomach clenched with tense anticipation. They’d already exchanged punches and it didn’t look like they were cooling off. Seeing how Lysandra was probably about as strong as the warden, if things escalated to a full-on fight, I’d just get in the way if I tried anything. Maybe I could support the warden from a distance with my gun? I frowned at the thought, knowing I wasn’t even close to being confident enough in my aim to attempt something li
My boots clunked against the hardwood as I stepped into the cabin through the front door. Sunlight streamed in through windows on either side of the entryway and along the wall to my right, illuminating a spacious main room with an open floor plan. Lysandra was nowhere to be seen, but as I looked around, I spotted a door on the other side of the room, and another set into the left-hand wall. If I had to guess, she was probably behind one of those doors. The combination of not having been introduced to her, being in her house, and having her out of sight, but nearby, made me feel a touch uneasy as I made my way deeper into the angelic woman’s home. In one corner of the spacious main room, there was a cozy kitchen area with an odd combination of sink, island countertop, and an iron cookpot sitting in a small stone recess embedded in the wall. Next to this was a doorless threshold that looked to lead to a pantry of some kind. Three chairs were slid beneath a dining table pushed up
When Lysandra had first said the word ‘bathing chamber’, it’d come off to me as just a fancy fantasy-y way to say ‘bathroom’. But after stepping into it and closing the door leading back to the main room of the angelic woman’s cabin behind me, I had to admit that ‘bathing chamber’ had absolutely been the right way to put it. Flat slabs of smooth white tile covered the floor and walls. On the far side of the room, a large window looked out onto the glade. A glass-walled shower was nestled into a corner with a single sink and mirror beside it, and another closed door beside that. At the room’s center was a circular depression embedded in the tiled floor. It was empty right now, but judging by the small holes in it, I guessed it could be filled with water. Eyeballing the depression, if it were full and I was standing in it, the water would probably rise to a little past my waist. “Huh, it’s like an in-ground hot tub?” I wondered aloud, noticing bench-like seating protruding from th
“So… I hear you’re devoted to Passion. What’s that like? “That means you’re a priestess of Passion, then? Like, officially?” “No, I never ascended to such a position. It would stifle my passion having to live in a temple, so I found it right to remain but an acolyte. I still am beloved by her for my tributes of passion though, so she understands my desire.” “So… being an acolyte means you don’t have the status of a priestess, but you worship Passion and still try to ‘stir the emotions of the flame aspect’ like a priestess... But you don’t have to live in a temple and can travel around if you want?” She nodded. “Quite right.” “But she could be a priestess if she wished to! None is more devoted to Passion than Lysandra!” Saelia said. My guts twisted in sympathy when a shadow fell over Lysandra’s face at the warden’s hurried entry into the conversation. I smiled encouragingly at Saelia and tried to help her move past the awkwardness. “Yeah?” “Yes, for as long as I’ve known her, she
It felt like a fist unclenched in my chest when she mirrored my horny smirk with one of her own. Fuck… I think she’s actually getting into it and not just trying to annoy Saelia anymore… “Such boldness, it seems I haven’t been misled about outworlders after all.” “As I said… depends on what you’ve heard.” “Hmm… So, you feel as though my chest is more or less ideal? But what of my wings?” She raised a hand to caress some of her bright red feathers. “Would these also inflame the desires of your people?” “There’s legends from my world about winged people called ‘angels’ who look exactly like you. They’re described as beautiful in pretty much every story they’re in and can say with confidence that almost every outworlder wouldn’t say no to fucking one.” “Hmm…” Keeping her eyes on me, she rose to her feet and turned away. Her wings parted to show off her butt as she spoke to me over her shoulder. “What of this? Is my ass something an outworlder would dismiss?” The way her blue sundr
Since there'd been no trail to follow from Lysandra’s glade, Saelia and I had to slip around bushes and weave through trees as we hiked through the wilds of the Forest of Embers. I still didn’t know where we were heading or whatever the warden had in mind. But, I trusted her not to lead me to my death, so questions about that could wait… “Care to tell me why you stopped me back there?” I asked. The warden traced her pale fingertips along the bark of a thick tree as she walked around it. “Stopped you from doing what?” Her messy black ponytail swished as she flashed me a teasing grin over her shoulder. “You know what…” I started to wonder if sadistic teasing was really the only reason she asked me to go with her instead of proceeding with Lysandra. She’s pretty good at hiding stuff. What if she’s actually upset about where things were going with Lysandra? “You asked me not to grab her ass and go with you instead. Why? You weren’t, like, bothered or something, were you?” Saelia