Banished Pt. 05

"I am seeded, Auslander; almost certainly. Yet... you desire to plough the earth, even so?"

I licked my lips as I studied her, and her gaze flicked down, to the place where our bodies remained connected, before her eyes flicked upwards to study me once more.

There was an excited look in her eyes, and as I nodded, she merely stared on with amazement.

I withdrew from her, but at my urging, she sat up, and as I turned her around, and instructed her onto her hands and knees, she kept her gaze on me, over her shoulder.

"This is not the custom," she said, as I placed a hand on her hip, and traced the wonderful curves down to her thigh, eventually to the inside of her leg.

Despite her words of seeming protest, her legs parted at the touch, and my pores fluttered pleasurably as I caught a glimpse of her slit, slightly agape, and dripping with the thick white creamy remnants of my seed.

"This positioning, Auslander... it is like feral beast. What is your intent?"

"To enter you; and make you scream with pleasure," I answered, and she growled hungrily in response.

"Is this the way of the gods?" she asked, and I nodded, smiling at her teasingly, as I planted my stalk against her entrance, and watched my own cream leaking down onto my tool.

I summoned up the image of my balls welling up with fresh sperm, and I let out a low moan, as I felt that pleasurable tingle as my cock responded to the stimulus, preparing for another venture into her depths.

"This is not a seeding... what is this called?"

"We call this fucking," I answered, and she smiled.

"Fucking... it sounds filthy. Mmmh nh," she moaned, as I slid slowly in, and she eased back onto me, taking me the rest of the way in.

"We are... fucking? How is it said?"

"You are being fucked."

"Mmh. I like the sound," she cooed, as I withdrew, and slid back into her, reveling in the feel of her slick tunnel, wrapped around my now throbbing cock.

"I am fucking you... like an animal," I grunted, as I slid back and forth inside of her tunnel, and she moaned, growling almost, in response.

"I like this... fucking. Herr, Auslander. Will I be fucked... as an adviser?"

"Whenever I desire it," I replied.

"Then many seedlings will sprout," she said, and I paused, leaning forward to grasp her breasts, and after fondling them a little, I grasped her hair, and pulled her close, as I nibbled on her neck.

"This is not to produce children," I said, and she turned, studying me out of the corner of her eye, as I continued, "this is just for the hell of it;" and she grunted agreeably, as I resumed fucking her from behind.

"This is filthy... and exciting. I desire it!" she cried. "Fuck me, Auslander. My body demands to be seeded."

I grasped her head, and pressed her face down, low to the ground, and she moaned in appreciation as I began to hammer her again; but this time, as her screams began to meld into a single, fluctuating enunciation, it finally led to a crescendo, and she arched her back, as the orgasmic cry was followed by wave after wave of blissful pleasure coursing throughout her body, from her sexual core.

"Deposit... the seed," she moaned, but I smirked, and she eyed me as I withdrew from inside of her, and moved to her front.

I placed a hand under her chin, and guided her to my part, and she stared at me, as I dangled it in front of her.

"Will you suck me?" I asked, and her eyes went wide.

"But you drip with seed," she countered.

"Have you ever tasted it?" I asked, and she shook her head.

"Seed is for the womb," she answered, and I snickered.

"When a woman sucks on the seed dripping from the stalk... it is not for child, but for pleasure."

She licked her lips, and as she eyed my thing, I could sense a yearning forming within her.

"I feel my soil dampening at the thought."

She stared at my cock, and as I leaned, and dangled it closer to her lips, she turned her head sideways, and she stared into my eyes, as her lips parted, and she planted them over my cock head, sucking on it like a straw, before releasing it with an obscene 'pop'.

She licked her lips, as the taste registered, and she stared at me again.

"It excites me so... but I do not comprehend why."

I nodded.

"Suck until I give you leave," I ordered, and to my surprise, she obeyed, and took me beyond her lips without question.

"That's it," I praised her, as she sucked on the head. "Now slide my stem back and forth... as far as your throat can take me."

She began to suck, while bobbing her head back and forth, and I quickly felt another orgasm approaching; but as she noticed this, a questioning look appeared in her eyes.

Her gaze seemed to question whether or not I really wanted her to finish me like this, and as I nodded, she complied, her expression slightly dazed... but the closer I got to my climax, the more vigor she put into the sucking, bobbing motions, and I let out an unrestrained grunt as I began to unload on her tonsils, and she drank and swallowed as eagerly as she could, before coughing, and gagging on my thick creamy seed, and as she released me, cum streamed from her lips, coating her chin, and running down onto her breasts and chest as I continued to spray my seed, plastering her body with abandon.

She wiped at her lips, her eyes tearing up a little, and she studied me.

"The seed... I am sorry. Have I wasted?" she asked, seeming quite regretful, and I quickly shook my head.

"You were excellent," I said, and she studied me, uncertainly, before glancing at herself, and fingering the remnants of my seed with interest.

"The seed was not for planting?" she asked... "for... 'the hell of it'?"

I nodded, and she smiled.

"It is wasteful, but enthralling to my pleasures. Your instruction is informative, Auslander," she said, and her expression remained slightly dazed, as she retrieved her discarded robes, and wiped away the sticky mess.

As she cleaned up, however, I sat down, and I felt a wave of exhaustion suddenly wash over me.

I really overdid it today, didn't I?

"Can we rest here?" I asked, and Eradne nodded, but as I lay down, she came over to me.

"May I?" she asked, gesturing to my head, and as I nodded, she pulled me to her, and rested my head against her bosom.

She stroked my head reassuringly, and before I knew it, I was asleep.

***

"Huzzah!" the man cried, as he popped the champagne cork. "I knew my boy would pull through!"

As the foamy liquid streamed out of the open bottle, the man positioned the drink so that it drizzled down to his crotch, where a curly haired blonde was busily sucking on his exposed meat.

She frowned, but as he finished drenching her hair, he drizzled some of the fizz onto her lips, and she gave a silent vote of thanks for the taste of anything other than his less than hygienic junk.

"Joanna is here," a voice called over the phone, and the man frowned.

"Take a five, Elena," the man said, and the girl relinquished his meat from her lips, and squeezed her way out from under the desk, and stuffed her breasts back into the black lacy bra that she hid beneath her outfit.

She moved to the darkly tinted glass at the far corner of the room, and began to adjust herself to some semblance of appropriacy before Joanna burst through the doors.

"Sir; we have a problem," she began, and the man frowned.

"What? Didn't you say they were clear of all known threats?" he asked, and she quickly shook her head.

"The order for the undesirable, sir. It came from a chair on the inner circle."

"What? What the fuck is that level of clearance doing at our operational level?"

"I'm still investigating that," Joanna answered, and the man frowned.

"She's still alive, isn't she? The undesirable?"

"Yes... and she's, uh, lost her tracker."

The man raised an eyebrow, as Joanna gestured, indicating that her hand had been cut off.

"Went that far? She's persistent."

"Actually... our asset directed the action," Joanna answered, and the man smiled.

"Now that's interesting. Maybe this asset will be the one, huh?"

"There's a problem, though... a new directive is being considered."

"Yeah? An Exterminator?"

Joanna nodded.

"Who is it?"

"Devon Black, sir."

The man slumped down onto his chair, pondering the matter.

"He won't be ready for a hunter of that level... but maybe that's not where we should handle this from."

"The chair?" Joanna asked, unable to hide her incredulity. "I can't find out who it is," she continued, but the man waved her concern away.

"It's fine. You focus your efforts on surveillance... let me deal with this 'chair'," he answered.

The man dismissed Joanna, and as she left, Elena took a careful step forward.

"Should I set aside the champagne, master?"

The man shook his head, gesturing for a glass, as he grinned.

"Not this time, my love," he said, as he unbuckled the front of his pants expectantly.

***

I woke up to the sight of a kaleidoscope of colors dancing about me, and as I rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes and glanced about, I found that the colors remained, fluctuating through a rainbow of hues as they wavered about me in a consistent pattern.

It was clearly light out, as I could now see the water which cascaded in a torrent in front of the cave opening, but as I glanced about my surroundings, I could not locate my companion.

I spotted my armor piled together in a neat little heap, and I quickly gathered it up, and began, piece by piece, to put it on, finishing the process by strapping on the little knife that I kept attached to the back of the left shin-plate.

As I stepped out of the opening, however, I finally laid eyes on the path that Eradne had led me along the previous night, and I gasped, as the edge of the precipice led to a drop of several hundred feet.

There was a sloping hill to the right, but the hill was covered in rocks that seemed quite awkward to traverse, making the path that we had taken the only real means through which to access the little cavern.

"You're up," her voice called, and I spun around to spot Eradne, sitting atop a rocky outcrop just over the entrance to the cave.

She smiled, then grabbing a rocky edge that hung over the entrance, she hoisted herself down, and landed with almost cat-like grace on the path behind me.

"Were we tracked?" I asked, and she shook her head.

"Our actions will not be suspected until I am ripe with seed-life," she said, rubbing a hand suggestively over her stomach.

As she approached, however, I noted that her clothes and hair were wet, and I shot a curious look back towards the fall.

"Where did you wash yourself?" I asked, and she pointed above.

"The stream is wide, above the mountain," she explained. "At the edge of its bank, one can wash."

As I cast a longing glance up there, she smiled teasingly.

"You will wear my scent, Auslander; that mein aufsässig kinde understands where I stand without word."

I sighed, then nodded, as it was probably best that we headed back anyway... given the circumstances in which we'd left.

As we walked, however, I noted that Eradne was in no hurry, and her mood seemed particularly buoyant.

Despite their green skin, they were no different than we were, were they?

"Is it safe to talk?" I asked, and as Eradne nodded, I rubbed my chin. "Tell me about this 'rot' in Palancar."

She frowned.

"The Kobalt of Palancar possess two very different feelings; the protection of tradition, and the instigation of change. These feelings have always co-existed, but now, there is different feeling... that one must destroy the other, or be destroyed. It is unbalanced, and will bring down the grove like a leaning tree with rotted root."

"The banishment of the princess... was this because of these feelings?"

"I fear it is," she said.

I rubbed my chin, as I considered the problem.

"But... wasn't she an advocate for change? Does that make her one of the imbalances to Palancar's stability?"

Eradne shook her head.

"Palancar has always changed tradition, with each princess ascended to matron. It is the way of nature... the river cannot flow forever without altering the earth over which it runs... and you are not the first immortal welcomed to our grove."

I nodded.

"Who was the first?" I asked.

"Der Kaiser... Hans Gruber," she answered, and I stopped in my tracks.

Are you fucking kidding me?

The villain... from 'Die Hard'?

I shook my head, as I tried to consider the possibilities.

The name 'Hans' was popular enough, but the combination seemed unlikely... so was the name an alias, or was it a merely a co-incidence?

"You know him?" Eradne asked, as she studied my expression.

"Uh, I'm not certain... but, just to confirm; how long ago did this God live amongst your people?"

"A great many year-cycles... perhaps three, or four hundred."

'Die Hard' was what, a little over thirty years ago? So, there was no way that his name was a 'Die Hard' reference.

But fuck... how long have they been sending people here?

I made a mental note to ask Casey about it later, as we continued on.

"So, your language... the old tongue, I mean. Was he the one who taught that?" I asked, and she nodded.

"Much of the old tongue was lost... and the elders say the teaching was incomplete. It is why the common tongue uses what we still remember, along with what existed from before."

I rubbed my chin.

"Do all Kobalt speak this tongue? Gisela mentioned another great city... uh, Kara'din?"

"No... the Kobalt of Kara'din speak the common tongue... but it is more like the ancient language; the one before the immortal; than what we speak."

We were quiet for a while, but as we walked, I decided to ask about something that had been bothering me...

"Eradne... can Palancar stand up against me?"

She stopped walking, and studied me, then shook her head, smiling.

"You do not mean to harm Palancar," she said, and I nodded. "No, I do not think they could."

"Then why would they risk my 'wrath' by attacking... as far as I can tell my kind are not known for showing mercy."

"It is true... gods have lain waste to civilizations on a whim," she answered, sighing. "It was a stupid move, which is why I feel troubled... it is not our way. Perhaps they felt that as you are a newborn God, they might have a chance now... before you truly became all-conquering..."

"That's a huge risk, isn't it? Angering someone who might come back and destroy everything... it doesn't seem like the kind of action that someone who sat on the council might take... Do you think it might have been random dissenters?"

Eradne shook her head, an expression of grave concern on her face.

"Many on the council are wise; it is true. But the attack, I do not think, could come from stray branches alone. It was coordinated; planned... I fear it would take a councilor, or at least someone with a similar degree of sway over an entire branch, to be done."

This was problematic.

For someone that high up to do something like that, it would mean that they have some sort of insurance policy... or at least they believed they did.

Wait... Vanessa!

Could it be...?

I did leave her close to them without access to credits in the hope that she might learn to survive, but it was certainly possible that someone took her in, with the intent of using her abilities as an otherworlder.

I shook the idea from my mind.

"Auslander... you said the Gods were different," she began, and I nodded. "I want to believe, but there have been many of your kind who all seem to follow one path; a path of destruction and chaos."

I rubbed my chin thoughtfully.

"I don't doubt you," I said, and she studied me.

"So... you would never lay waste to Palancar?"

I shook my head.

"Or any other people?"

I shook my head again.

"It is not my way of doing things," I answered, and she nodded, placing a hand tentatively over her stomach.

"I have placed my trust in your word," she answered.

We walked in silence for some time after, until Eradne suddenly came to a stop, and she looked off into the distance, before turning her head, and listening carefully.

"Something's wrong," she said, a worried look on her face, and I nodded, as we broke into a sprint.

It took about ten minutes for us to reach back to the cluster at that pace, but as I did, I spotted Cameron, an expression of shock on her face.

"Nate! Where were you?" she asked.

Her tone wasn't accusing; rather, it seemed from her expression that she was relieved to see me.

As I looked around, I managed to spot everyone else except Francesca...

"I'll tell you later. What happened?" I asked.

"It's Candace," she began, and I cast a quick look at the crowd that had gathered around the supply cart.

"What did she do?" I asked, feeling a bit of anger rising up, and she quickly shook her head.

"It's not what she did... it's what happened to her."

A path cleared as we walked, and as I got to the tree trunk where the prisoners were secured, I spotted it.

A body, covered with a white sheet of cloth.

"That's Candace?" I asked, and Cameron nodded. "What happened?"

"Nate!" A voice called, and I turned to see Emily running towards me.

"Nate, this is him!" she said, and I glanced past her to see several Kobalt holding down another of their own.

"What's going on?" I asked, and she smiled.

"I caught him doing it... he slit her throat right there," she began, and I tilted my head in confusion, as she continued, "we need to execute him. Show them that they can't do this to us!"

There were a few murmurs, and I gulped.

"Let's calm down... executions require trials, or else this is just vengeance killing."

"Extrajudicial punishment; that's what it's called, right?" Jeannie said, as she moved to my side from somewhere in the crowd. She continued, "if we're to recreate civilization; we need to be better than that."

"We can't recreate civilization with uncivilized citizens," Emily shot back, eyeing the crowd, and I frowned.

"Then we'll civilize them... not murder them, right?"

She frowned, then folded her hands.

"Fine... let's have this trial then," she said, and I shook my head.

"We'll carry out an investigation, and have a trial later, okay?"

She stared at me, her smile fading, then she shrugged.

"Fine... but I'm staying on alert till then."

She turned and walked away, and as I eyed the knife belt on her hip, I shot Jeannie a quick look, and the girl blinked a few times, as if she was in a state of shock.

"A word?" I asked, and she nodded.

"No luck getting that knife off of her, I guess," I noted, but she glanced around, before pulling me with her, away from the grove tree and toward the cluster, and as we cleared the populated area, she panted, and began to tear up.

She put her hands over her mouth, and I rested a hand tentatively on her shoulder as she hyperventilated for a few seconds.

"Do you mind?" I asked, nodding towards my hand, and as she shook her head, she moved closer, resting her head against me, and I placed a hand on her back, and rubbed the spot soothingly.

"What happened?" I asked finally, as she calmed down a bit.

"Emily killed her. I'm almost certain," she began, and I let out a tired sigh.

Fuck, I thought. I guess someone was really invested in that execution, huh?

"What do we know for sure?" I asked.

"She wandered off when it happened, but I dunno what to do... she claims she saw it happen, and that the... Kobold, Is it-?"

"Kobalt," I corrected, and she nodded.