Peerless God In Martial Art 123 Chapter 160 191-200

Chapter 191

"This is a great party, you've done an excellent job."

Lex smiled at the man whose name he had forgotten mere moments after he had introduced himself. He was just another one of the people who his advisor had invited to this party, and despite not caring for the man or his words, Lex kept up his facade of politeness.

There was no need to give these people reason to hate him and make enemies when he could make friends, even if most posed little threat to him.

The expedition had arrived, and what had been gained for the city had been very good, and much had been given without the need for trade. The green court had given much as charity including enchanted items, storage cells full of exotic foods, and a few alchemic recipes which they could actually use.

Lex, like he had so many times before, had announced a celebration, and invited all of the most prominent and influential people of the city. He did this whenever he saw a need, and it was always a good way to create connections and also remind people of who he was, and the power he held.

He was also going to use this as an opportunity to get an update on how things were going with the others in regard to their problems. He had invited all of them of course as they were all influential people in the city, especially Hyde who was the most powerful elder of the burning sands sect.

Lex scanned the people, trying to spot Henry. The party was taking place in his estate, and decorations, expensive food, and drink had been set up with other forms of entertainment. He hadn't been able to use the girls like usual since they were all in the bunker, but he had been able to hire some from the other brothels alongside the usual dancers and fighters.

He didn't like having dull parties where all everyone did was speak and drink. No, he wanted people to truly enjoy themselves, and think back on their time here. He wanted to make sure they wouldn't forget.

He eventually spotted Henry in a corner alcove of the main room where most people were in. He had two girls to either side of him as his hands roamed over their bodies. One fed him grapes while the other kissed up and down his neck.

Lex decided to leave the man alone and speak to him after he was done. No need to interrupt him.

He spotted Hyde next, speaking with an elder of the steel wind sect. That was a surprise since both had been at each other's necks recently, and he'd even heard rumors that a fight had broken out, though it had involved a powerful stranger. He hadn't investigated because it simply wasn't any of his concerns about what the sects did.

They knew not to bother him or any of his people. They all remembered what had happened to the Jolt lion sect after they had pushed and pushed. That had been in his earlier years when he had been rising in power.

As he was about to walk over to Hyde, he spotted WIll out of the corner of his vision. The dark-skinned man was dressed in an old-world suit that looked immaculate and he motioned Lex over with a tilt of his head.

Lex changed his course and gave Will an expectant look when he arrived in front of the man. "What is it?"

"I have some news for you," Will said. "But I think we should speak elsewhere."

Lex nodded. "We can use one of my private rooms, follow me."

If Will had information on what Lex thought he did, then it was important he heard him out. Lex motioned to the guards who guarding a door, and both stepped aside to let him and WIll passed. There were certain areas of the house which guests did not need to see and he had made sure all guards knew this, not that he expected any foolish mistakes. They all knew what the price of that was, the freshly skinned body of the spy was proof of that.

Once they were securely in his private room, Lex took as eat on a comfy chair and motioned WIll to do the same.

ρꪖꪁⅆꪖ ꪁꪫꪚⅇꪶ "I'll stand," Will said.

"Suit yourself," Lex replied with a shrug. "So what is it you need to tell me?"

Will smiled. "Well as I'm sure you are aware, the green court arrived with the expedition."

Will paused to see if Lex would say anything, but when all he did was nod, Will continued. "Well, I just thought to let you know that they may not be your only hope."

This chapter upload first at NovelBin.com"How so?" Lex asked. He already and plan to send a message to them, but if there was an easier way.ρaꪁⅆa ꪁꪫꪚⅇꪶ

"There is an alchemist who came with the expedition," Will explained. "And unlike most, has been spending time around the city, taking interest in certain local plant life, and other products, though for what purpose is unknown. I take it you see where I'm going with this?'

Lex nodded. He did understand and knew this was a perfect opportunity If he could make contact with this alchemist and help him, then maybe the man would cure him in return. He was taking interest in the city, and Lex could definitely help him with that.

"Is there anything else?" Lex asked. "What type of person is he? Is he approachable?"

Will shrugged. "That's how it seems. He seems normal. As long as you don't offend, then I don't think you'll have any problems, though I can't be sure as I haven't personally spoken to him, nor have any of my people."

"Thank you for this, Will," Lex said seriously. "I will return the favor when all is said and done."

He meant it as well. He may have been ruthless, and cold, but he upheld his deals and paid back those he owed. Will had helped him tremendously since he had revealed his problem to the man.

"I know you will," Will replied with a smile. "Now, I heard you ired some different dancers this time. May I ask where they are?"

Lex smiled. "Ask a servant to escort you to the dancers changing ooms on my orders. Keep in my these aren't like our girls."

Will smiled. "Some crystals and charm should do the trick."

The man bowed, and with one last smile, left the room.

Lex had a servant bring some brandy as he thought on Will's words. His chances had been slim, but now they were far greater, not to mention in this case, trying more than one avenue was better. He would still send the message to the green court, but also try and make contact with the alchemist.

He would approach cautiously and without any sort of tricky, simply offering to help the man. He wouldn't go himself, instead, he would send one of his most loyal men.

He pressed a finger to the small enchanted box in his pocket. Less than a minute later, a servant entered the room and bowed. "Sir."

"Bring Gregory to me, tell him it's an order."

"Of course sir. "The servant bowed once more then left to do as told.

Lex had people to do most everything he needed now, and the days he left his rate to work alongside his men were long past. He hadn't done that since the days of his father and leading his own group, turning them slowly to his side. Most of that loyal group had passed away, but two remained. Max who was most likely in a fight entertaining the guests, and Gregory who could always be found with a woman.

Both had their uses.

Max was his best fighter and hadn't lost a brawl in a very long time. The only people in the city, save the expedition, who could match him were Hyde and a few others, but he knew they wouldn't as Max was a ferocious fighter and a masochist. Pain and normal injury would not affect him the same way as a normal person, and his size didn't match his speed.

Max was not what he needed for this task though. He need someone who was better versed in verbal combat and manipulation. Gregory was Lex's spymaster, infiltrator, assassin, and the person he sent went he needed to charm someone or pull them to his side. His looks alongside his natural and trained charm made him very popular. He would have to be careful and make sure Gregory knew not to push or try any of his usual tricks.

A few minutes after the servant had left, Gregory burst into the room, wearing only a pair of pants, and with an annoyed look on his face. "Did you have to interrupt me?"

Lex rolled his eyes. "You can have your fun, later. In fact, if you accomplish this task I'm about to give you then when we release the girls from the bunker, I'll let you have a pick of any three, understand?"

Gregory's annoyance turned to excitement. "Loud and clear, boss. What do you need me to do?"

Chapter 192

After our fun, we didn't spend too long in the bath, and after cleaning up, we dried ourselves using an attached room which after pressing a button, would fill with hot air and dry anything inside. It was quick and not uncomfortable. We were dry in seconds and when we made our way back to the living room, we found Zirani there waiting for us with a smile on her face.

"Have fun?" She asked teasingly.

"You know it," Sandra replied as she took a seat next to the jungle queen. "How did things go?'

"Fine," Zirani replied. "Aeverie will deal with everything. The brothels and those behind them will get what they deserve."

ρꪖꪁⅆꪖ ꪁꪫꪚⅇꪶ "That's good to hear," I said. I had been worried about what would happen to them, but now that the green court was here and Aeverie had agreed to take care of it, we wouldn't need to act and things would probably happen far more smoothly than if we attempted a rescue. I hadn't known the fae for long, but from how Zirani had acted and the little I had gleamed Aeverie seemed like a very deadly and competent person, though there was still the mystery of Julian and why exactly she kept him around.

"I've ordered some food and drink for us," Zirani said. "I'm sure you'll all enjoy it."

"It's from the green court?" Sandra asked.

"Yes," Zirani said. "There will be a lot of new things to try. Speaking of new things, how was your time with the green court members, save for Julian of course. That one is unpleasant, to say the least."

"It was good," I said. "I met some new races, and for the most part they all seemed very welcoming, some more than others."

"Oh." Zirani raised an eyebrow.

"The dryads took an instant interest in him," Misty explained. "Is it true they're a mix of dryad and nymph?"

Zirani nodded with a smirk. "They are. Dryads are dual affinity beasts of life and nature with unique abilities."

I frowned. "But you're of only the nature affinity?"

"I was born a dryad," Zirani said. "But I'm not one anymore. I gave up my life affinity when I became a jungle queen."

That seemed like a big loss and Zirani must have been reading my thoughts because she shook her head. "Trust me, there was a reason I chose to become a jungle queen, and with it came many benefits, and remember, dryads are aether beasts, and do not have the same core system as humans. Most races of the court are aether beasts, though we don't refer to ourselves as such and you shouldn't either."

There was another thought I had, but I didn't know if I should say it or not so instead I just thought it, and hoped Zirani was listening in. She was, and she chuckled at the question. If Zirani had been like Shana then how had she remained a virgin for the three hundred years she had been a dryad.

"My love was mainly for the green, Aiden," Zirani said mentally. "And I said I hadn't lain with a man before, I never said anything about women, plus dryads can suppress the urge and there are plenty of other ways to do so, via techniques, alchemy, and items. Mosy simply don't because why would they?"

"What are you two talking about?" Sandra asked, glancing from me to Zirani. "You both have that look that says your talking mentally, and I can tell through my bond with Aiden."

"Just a question," Zirani said as she turned to Sandra. "How are you doing?"

Sandra shrugged. "Fine, a bit annoyed and angry, and disappointed I guess, but fine."

"Makes sense," Misty said as she walked over and sat beside Sandra, leaning against her in an effort to comfort her. Sandra smiled at the blonde and grasped her hand. Once they hadn't gotten along at all, but now they were like sisters in a way.

"Say, Misty what happened with you and Shana?" I asked, remembering that she and the dryad had been trying on clothes the last I knew.

"Not much," Misty said. "At least not at first. I actually ended up meeting another vampire."

"Really?" Sandra asked. "Who?'

"A woman named Vita from the red ribbons," Misty answered. "They're a group of vampires, and acting as bodyguards for some alchemist, at least that's what she told me. She was nice if odd."

This chapter upload first at NovelBin.comMisty frowned and bit her lip as though she was deciding if to say something or not. "She really, really disliked men."ρaꪁⅆa ꪁꪫꪚⅇꪶ

I blinked. "Ermm, men? Like all men?"

Misty nodded. "The red ribbons are made up of only female vampires and they call it a sisterhood. You should have seen how casually she spoke of leaving all of you and joining her. It's odd because I don't think she thought what she was doing was odd, only that it didn't work, and so she tried something else."

"You didn't get into a fight did you?" I asked.

Misty shook her head. "No, but she did ask if I could give them a chance. I said I'd think about it."

"You're not considering joining are you?" Sandra asked, and for some reason, my heart skipped a beat at the question, and all my focus turned to the blonde.

"No, probably not," she said, and my body, which I hadn't realized had been tensed, relaxed.

"I think I will take her up on the offer to talk with the others, and maybe see if I can learn anything." Misty turned to Zirani. "What do you think, do you know of the Red ribbons?"

"Do you know how large the lands beyond the scar are?" Zirani asked. "It's the rest of the continent. I know a lot, but not every group or organization that exists. These Red Ribbons are like other groups I've come across, there are even some smaller groups in both my mother's and aunt's courts. As for learning more, I think it's a good idea. As long as you remain alert and don't allow yourself to get caught up in anything you should be fine, and you have us. You call, and we come running."

Sandra and I nodded in confirmation of Zirani's words.

"Thanks." The blonde smiled.

Just then, a guard entered followed by a pretty dryad who set four domed trays of food down on a nearby table and a pitcher and four glasses. She glanced at Zirani, ad it was clear she was holding back her shock and awe. I smiled at her which earned me a blush.

"Thank you."

She curtsied then quickly left, her cheeks red.

"Is there anything else you need, princess?" The guards asked.

Zirani waved him off. "No, that'll be all, thank you."

He bowed and then left, leaving the four of us to head to the table. Then we pulled off the domes and were treated to an extremely pleasant smell and sight. It seemed to be some sort of stir fry of meat and different vegetables with golden rice topped with a sauce over it.

We each took a seat and filled a glass with what Zirani said was a type of berry wine, though form what type of berry she couldn't sure, since there were hundreds of types of them the green court produces, and many more have probably been created during the time she had been gone, and that wasn't even factoring in combinations with other fruits, ingredients, and mixing different types of berries.

I didn't think about it for long however as we dug into our food. It tasted incredible and the mix of new flavors was intense, and unlike anything, I had ever experienced before. Everything was perfectly cooked and I realized halfway through the meal, that the plate was enchanted to keep the food at the perfect temperature which meant I didn't need to rush.

The drink paired with it very nicely and was sweet, but not overpowering. Misty took an immediate liking to it and had gulped down three glasses of the stuff by the time we had all finished our food, and were leaning back with content smiles on our faces.

Zirani looked the most peaceful and happy.

"It's good to taste such food again," ZIrani said, and the rest of us agreed.

"I think I'm going to get some rest," I said as I stood and made my way over to my room. "Just call me if you need anything."

I entered the room and shut the door behind me before I began to get ready for bed. I usually slept with my pants and shirt on, but the main part of my battle robe, I usually took off, not because it made me feel too hot as I was now, but because I had done it so much when it had, that it felt odd to sleep with it on.

I was just about to lay down on the bed when my door opened and Zirani entered, a sly smile on her face. "I'm not interrupting, am I? I can go if you're feeling too tired."

I stared at the lustful look in her gaze and decided that sleep could wait for a bit. "Not at all."

Chapter 193

Chapter 193(18+)

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For once Zirani was wearing different clothing than normal, and I had to admit it suited her. She had always had an amazing figure, the perfect blend of curves, and muscle, and her skin tone alongside the patterns had given her such an exotic feel, though it was normal to me now. My time with Zirani would also help me when I met other races, as while Garth and Venn had been unique, I didn't have the reaction I would've had if I hadn't met Zirani.

"I wanted to try out something new," Zirani said as she posed for me. 'What do you think?"

"I think you need to get over here now."

She wore a black bikini, which looked tiny on her body, not that I was complaining. It enhanced her beauty, and I couldn't help but swallow heavily as she approached. Her breasts pushed tight against the material, and the lower part of the bikini was so small, that the edges of her slit were pushing out, and in clear view.

Her bountiful breasts bounced as she neared, and I wrapped my arms around her as she did the same to me, moving closer so that her breasts were pushing into my chest.

"I take it you like it?" Zirani asked.

I chase to answer with a kiss, and as our lips locked and tongues met, I began to trail my hands down her back and to her ass. Her muscles flexed under my fingers, and I could feel her rising pleasure as my hands moved lower and lower. Once my hands reached her ass, I grasped them and squeezed, enjoying the feeling of them in my hands.

I smiled inwardly as our tongues dueled and were wrapped salvia.

She let out a moan into my mouth as I smacked her ass. I felt the burst of pleasure through the bond, so as we made out, I continued to smack her ass every few seconds. After a few minutes of that, I pushed my right knee in-between her legs and felt her wetness dripping onto me.

She was waiting and ready, dripping with juice.

I pulled away. "It seems I'm still thirsty."

She smiled as I moved her to sit on the bed and spread her legs wide open. She grasped her right breast with a hand as she leaned on the others.

"Just sit back and relax," I said softly. "I'll take care of you."

This chapter upload first at NovelBin.comI began with my hands at her lower legs and as my mouth neared her dripping slit, I moved my hands up her legs until I reached her thighs. I kept them there for now, as I reached my target, and lapped at her folds.

"Oh, Aiden!"

Her moan was like music to my ears, and I began licking up and down, enjoying the sweet taste of her nectar. I bathed her outer edges, to begin with, changing my rhythm and speed to get her off and increase her pleasure. Once she was pleading for more, I pulled my tongue back and then flicked it at her pearl, which earned me a muffled scream of pleasure, and I shivered as I felt the pleasure through our bond.

I swirled the pearl around my tongue for a few minutes and then without any warning pushed my tongue into her. At that point, it was like a waterfall, and her nectar was pouring onto and into my mouth, not that I was complaining. It essentially tasted like fruit juice, better in some ways.

I felt hands on my head and moved back just enough to see that she had summoned another pair of arms and while she massaged her breasts with one pair, she used the other to push my mouth into her slit. I allowed her to use my mouth to get herself off, as I had done with her mouth many times, and soon she was shaking.

I pushed my tongue in as deep as I could, and I moved my lips to cover her slit as she screamed and burst. A flood of her nectar hit me, and I swallowed as she shook and climaxed.

"Wow," Zirani breathed out in a gasp as she released my head. "Your tongue is amazing as usual. Now allow me to return the favor."

I tore my clothes off before pulling myself to my feet and moving onto the bed. I leaned up against the headboard and stared at Zirani as she walked over to me on all fours, or six, her breasts swaying hypnotically.

"He seems sore," Zirani said as she wrapped a hand around my shaft. "Allow me to help."

She worked her smooth hand up and down my shaft as she leaned in and wrapped her lips around the tip. I held back a groan as her tongue swirled over and around the word of my manhood, and as she suckled me like I was a bottle full of a drink she wanted, which sort of was the cause. Her eyes remained on mine, as her hand left my shaft and moved down to fondle my balls.

My hands bunched up the blankets of the bed as she began to bob up and down on my cock. Unlike, Sandra who preferred to deep throat me, Zirani liked a faster rhythm and moved her tongue around every bit of me she could. I didn't complain of force, and like that each of my lovers had their own ways of doing things.

As she continued to suck me, I moved a hand to her head, and slowly began to pull her up before pushing her down. I sent over apprehension through the bond, but all I got back in return was pleasure and confirmation that she was ok with it, so I began to use her mouth as she had used mine.

She continued to use her tongue, but I had to admit that it felt good to control the pass, and sheathing myself in her for a few seconds, before pulling back. Strings of saliva connected her lips to my cock as she pulled back to take a breath and grin up at me cockily.

"Is that all you've got?"

I raised an eyebrow. "I'll show you what I have."

I pushed myself up to my knees and then pushed her onto her back, moving up over her so that my erection was dangling close to her mouth. I looked down and used a hand to aim myself at her mouth. She opened her mouth, and I used my hips to push myself into her mouth and throat.

She gagged, but I could tell through our bond that she was fine, so picked up my pace, and essentially fucked her mouth like it was pussy. It was erotic as hell, and it felt amazing, not just for me. I could tell it was doing things for Zirani even though she usually preferred slower and more sensual pleasure.

Our pleasure rose as I moved my hips up and down, pushing my erection fully down her throat, until her nose was at the area above my manhood, and then pulling out so that only my tip remained. Through it all, her tongue continued to move and when only my tip was in her mouth, she moved her tongue around it and sucked as hard as she could.

"Zirani, I'm going to cum."

She moaned in response, and I picked up my pace until my balls were smacking hard against her chin, and pushed myself down her throat and let out a loud groan as I emptied my seed down her throat and directly into her stomach.

I felt her orgasm in response, and due to our bond being strong than my others, what we felt was stronger. I remained sheathed in her throat for a long minute as I pumped load after load of my seed into her.

Once I had emptied myself, I pushed myself off her and panted as the pleasure that had been reverberating through my bond with Zirani, calmed and slowly faded.

"You still up for more?" Zirani asked.

I nodded. "You know I am."

"Good." She sighed and turned to the door. "Because we have company incoming."

I didn't get what she meant at first until I focused on my bonds, and realized that Sandra was nearing, and just as I turned to the door, it opened and the dark-haired beauty entered.

Her eyes immediately locked on Zirani, and her clothing before moving over to me. She glanced down at my hard erection before meeting my eyes. "I'm not interrupting am I?"

Zirani smiled. "You're always welcome Sandra, you know that, but are you ok, you seem worried?'

Sandra shrugged. "I just want to get my mind off things."

"Well then good thing you came here," Zirnai said as she moved closer to the girl. She moved up behind her and began to massage her breasts with one pair of hands while others massaged her shoulders. "Because we can definitely help with that."

Sandra's breath picked up, and she looked at me with obvious lust.

This was going to be fun.

Chapter 194

Chapter 194(18+)

Sandra allowed herself to be undressed by Zirani, slowly, and the jungle queen put on a show for me as she slowly stripped the dark-haired beauty. Like Misty and I, Sandra wore a basic arcanist battle robe most of the time.

Zirani began by pulling off the main section of the robe that was worn over the shirt and pants. Sandra's breath was picking up, and I leaned back and watched as Zirani kissed up the side of Sandra's neck while one pair of hands massaged her breasts while the hand that had been massaging her shoulders moved down to her ass.

The jungle queen must have had experience in giving massages, as for the next five minutes, she helped Sandra relax, and when the dark-haired beauty had a more relaxed look on her face and her body wasnt so tense, she began to take off the rest of her clothes.

The shirt came off, and I was surprised to see that she wasnt wearing a bra, and her firm-looking breasts rose and fell with each breath and I was tempted to walk over and take those erect buds into my mouth, but as I got up, Zirani shook her head.

"Watch and wait," she purred mentally. "We have plenty of time."

I nodded and sat back down as Zirani moved down to pull off Sandra's pants. There was a clear stain on Sandra's panties once her pants were off, showing that she was definitely turned on, but Zirani didn't immediately take them off, instead, she slowly moved her two pairs of hands up and down Sandra's legs, messaging her thighs, calves, and ass, working out any kinks she could and helping her relax even further.

I smiled at the interaction. Sandra and Zirani were now so close, that neither felt awkward or odd with what was happening and seeing them together like that was both erotic and made me think of just how far we had come. From disciples in a simple mercenary sect to two arcanists who would be heading to the lands beyond the scar and not as simple arcanists, but as a lost daughter to a powerful clan and the bonded to a princess everyone thought was dead.

Zirani really cared for Sandra and was putting in a lot of effort to help her relax. What had happened with Kai had clearly set her on edge, and it was obvious she hadn't expected things to go so bad. There was also the entire thing with the marriage and all that entailed. I shook those thoughts away so I wouldn't get angry and ruin the moment for them.

"Zirani, please!"

This chapter upload first at NovelBin.comSandra's voice sounded strained and full of need. Zirani smiled and finally removed the girl's panties, revealing her slit which was dripping with her desire.

"Come, lay down and let me and Aiden take care of you." Zirani stood and took Sanda by the hand to lead her to the bed. She pushed the dark-haired beauty down, and she didn't even need to say anything to me as I was already moving to her side and when our eyes met she smiled at me.

Our lips met as I saw Zirani move her head in between Sandra's legs, along with one pair of her hands. The other pair was still massaging Sandra's thighs, and clearly very well as I could feel Sandra's pleasure and feeling of bliss through our bond.

As our tongue danced passionately, I moved my hands to her breasts and slowly and gently, began to massage them, knowing that Zirani wanted to slowly build up Sandra's pleasure so I was less rough.

As Zirani began to pick up whatever she doing, Sandra began moaning into my mouth and her pulsar began to increase, and I tried to match my ministrations with Zirani's. I slowly began squeezing her breasts and tweaking her nipples gently between my fingers.

In no time, Sandra was on the edge, and she let out a loud moan that echoed in the room as she reached a blissful climax. Her body shook, but I didn't stop my ministrations, though I did have to push back my own orgasm, unlike Zirani who shook with Sandra. It was hard as both their sensations of pleasure reverberated through our bonds, but I was able to remain calm and hold back for the most part.

Once they had come down from their highs my hands were shaking, and I looked down at Sandra who met my eyes and nodded. "Fill me up, Aiden."

That was all she needed to say, and I moved atop her, spreading her legs and getting us into a missionary position. I positioned myself at her entrance, and slowly pushed myself in, keeping with the slow pace we had going as out lips met once again. Her hands wrapped around my shoulders, and I slowly moved in until I was fully inside of her. I kept myself sheathed as we made out for a long moment, and it was then that I felt a burst of pleasure from Zirani through our bond.

I pulled back and turned to see her pleasuring herself as she watched us.

She motioned me to go back to Sandra, and I didn't object as I locked lips with the dark-haired beauty again as I slowly began to thrust in and out. I stared with a slow pace, moving all the way in and out, only keeping my tip in when I was pulled back, and then when I moved forward, I pushed until my tip was at the entrance to her womb.

As our pleasure rose, so did my pace, and it went from slow and sensual movements to pistoning in and out of her. Her nails dug into my back, but at my level, it didn't hurt, and even if it did I probably wouldn't have noticed as I was too busy enjoying Sandra's silken tunnel. Her warm and wet flesh was wrapped around me, and I pulled back to stare into her beautiful and entrancing emerald eyes.

"I'm going to cum."

"Do it, fill me up." she moaned. "Please."

Her words spurred me on and I began to move as fast and hard as I could. A normal woman wouldn't have been able to take it but Sandra was, and she was most definitely enjoying it if her screams of bliss and moans of pleasure were any indication. Soon I was on the edge and just before I burst I pushed myself in as deep as I could. We both let our screams of pleasure as my seed pumped into her womb, and she hit her own climax. We both shook, and our orgasms extended as we shared our pleasure through our bond.

Through our shared noises of passion, I noticed Zirani's voice and knew that she too must be in the throes of an intense climax.

To my surprise when my mind was clear of pleasure and I could think once again, I looked down to see that Sandra's eyes were closed and that she had fallen asleep. Had I really just fucked her into unconsciousness?

In any case, I slowed moved back, and pulled the blankets over her, not wanting to wake her up, She looked happy and relaxed, and I had no desire to ruin that.

I turned to Zirnai who was looking at Sandra with a sade smile. "Poor girl, she probably didn't expect a reunion she had been waiting so long for to go like this.":

I sighed. "Yeah, but she'll be fine, we'll make sure of it."

"Yes, we will," Zirani said, steel in her voice. "That Kai will not lay a hand on her. Now, if you are still able to go then it's my turn."

I gave her a look. "As if I wouldn't be, but let's take this to another room."

We moved into one of the other rooms, and unlike before, Zirani didn't start off slow or do any sort of building up. Instated she pushed up onto the bed, and then turned, sinking down onto my hard erection with a groan of pleasure. Her ass rippled as she bounced up and down on me, her tight tunnel so warm. It was quite the sight, watching her ass as her entrance engulfed me, but after a few minutes, I decided I wanted to take charge, so I leaned forward and grabbed her by the legs.

I lifted both of us off the bed. Her legs were spread wide, and her moans increased as I began to piston in and out of her while sucking on her neck and nibbling her ear. I was easily strong enough that carrying her was no problem at all, and Zirani had no problem with what I was doing. I moved us around the room, and at one point I turned her so that her back was to a wall, and we made out as I thrust up into her as hard as I could, the sound of smacking flesh loud.

We ended in a doggy-style position on the bed and after coming to an exclusive climax, the two of us spent another hour together, trying out more positions before we fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.

Chapter 195

Misty turned in her bed, and sighed, realizing that there was no way she was falling asleep. She had decided to try and see if she could, but in truth, she simply wasn't tired and hadn't gone through whatever the others had. Yes, her interaction with Vita had been weird, but not overwhelming and it had only lasted for a few minutes.

There was also the fact that she had a vampire's constitution, and well ever since becoming a vampire she had become somewhat nocturnal, and her body simply knew when it was night. Her beast tended to get more active, though her control over it was far better than it had ever been and it didn't cause any problems, at least not in normal situations.

The entire time she had been trying to fall asleep, her mind had gone back to her conversion with Vita. Zirani had told her that it was a good idea and that as long as she didn't allow herself to get caught up in anything then it would be good, and well, she wasn't worried about getting attacked. She knew Aiden and the others would come running the moment they felt pain through the bond, and Vita had seemed genuinely friendly and nice. Misty was good at reading people, and nothing about Vita had seemed fake, which was one of the things that made her odd. She believed her own words and views.

It also didn't help that she had felt Aiden's pleasure through their bond around half an hour ago and knew he had been with Zirani and now also Sandra. She thought about joining them, but in the end, decided to leave them to it, and after one last sigh, she got up out of bed and decided to talk for a walk, and see if there was anything to do, in fact, if the Vita and her sisters were like her, then maybe now would be a good time to speak to them.

The green court area was actually not as quiet as she expected, and she realized that she probably shouldn't have expected it to be. There probably didn't need that much sleep either. The guards nodded to her as she passed, and she ducked behind the corner of a building when she spotted Rall speaking with Garth. The last thing she needed was that annoyance following her, and getting on her nerves.

The area was lit up with light that made it seem like day and not night. They weren't simple orbs, but more complex lights. She might have spent more time studying them if, at that moment, Shana didn't come into view.

"Oh, Misty." The dryad walked over. "Is everything well, you left in a rush earlier."

Misty smiled. She liked Shana. The dryad was a kind, caring, and all-around nice person to be around even if she had her quirks when it came to Aiden. She didn't really care about that as she knew Aiden wouldn't do anything with any other women without their permission. No amount of lust could get him to betray his lovers, and she loved that about him. She actually probably wouldn't mind allowing him and the dryad to spend some time together, though more like a fling than anything else.

Sex was great, amazing in fact, and something she enjoyed very much, but it wasn't what tied her and Aiden together. It was their love and care for each other, and yes there was no way she would ever sleep what another man, it simply never came to mind. She knew it was hypocritical in a way, but didn't really care, nor did she think on it too much. Aiden was all she needed

"Do you want to come with me? I'm about to go out and see the city," Shana said.

Misty shrugged." Sure, though it's night so it won't be as lively, and well, don't expect much. Nothing here in the plains will compare to anything you have."

"I know," Shana said. "But I do want to explore one part of the plains, even if it's just so I can say I did."

This chapter upload first at NovelBin.comThe two of them left the green court area and decided to let two guards follow them as escorts simply because it would dissuade anyone who wanted to cause problems or approach them because of their looks. Shana was a dryad, but she still just looked like a very attractive human currently, though apparently, she could change her skin tone to a shade of green.

They got a lot of looks, and almost everyone stayed far out of their way, but Misty still enjoyed the time with Shana as the dryad remained positive even when people started and pointed.

When asked about it, Shana just shrugged. "That crowd from before was much worse than this, and it's not that bad if I just ignore it."

"I guess so."

"Misty are you from here?" Shana asked.

"Hm, oh, no, I'm from a small town far from here," Misty answered. "It's called West Vale, a very cozy and peaceful place."

"Oh. Erm, if it's not too personal, how did you become a vampire?" Shana asked nervously. "I mean, it's just that I heard it wasn't possible for the change to occur in the plains due to the quality of the aether, and other problems."

"I can tell you how I became as I am now," Misty said. "But it isn't how you're thinking. I stumbled upon an item that I accidentally activated, I think and well, I blacked out, and when I next woke up, I was a vampire. I was lucky enough to run into Zirani a few days later, and she and the others helped me get through the first few weeks, and the change overall."

"So it wasn't through a bite?"

Misty shook her head. "No, just an item."

"Interesting," Shana mused. "Well, whatever it was, you're the nicest vampire I've ever met, although I haven't met many. I actually had never left my home before all this."

"How did you get to be on the expedition?"

"There were looking for people to go, and I decided it might be fun." She shook her head. "It's not been, at least not until now. Now all my sisters and friends back home are going to be so jealous when they hear I was there when the princess returned and traveled with her."

"She's a big deal, huh?"

Shana nodded emphatically. "Oh very. A lot changed after her death, for the better, but her loss caused a great sadness, especially for us dryads. You know, she actually trained my mother for a bit when she visited our grove, and she was always making sure we were all safe. She made sure all races and the lands and people of the court were safe. She was a protector and a vigilant guard for our lands, someone worthy of her titles. I think a lot of people thought her death would leave us weak, but it did the opposite."

It was interesting to hear Zirani talked about in such a way. She simply thought of Zirani as an older sister, a very close friend who had helped her a lot.

"Your very lucky," Shana said. "To be friends with her."

Misty nodded. "I know. She's helped me a lot. I wouldn't be here if not for her and Aiden."

"Are he and the princess…" Shana's words trailed off as she blushed cutely.

"Yes," Misty said with a chuckle. "So am I and Sandra."

"You're sister wives then?" Shana asked.

"Not wives," she replied. Not yet at least. It was odd that she didn't feel overwhelmed by the term. They were already sort of married, and their bond made them especially close. They had only known each other for a few months, yet that time had tied them together so closely.

They spent time in all major parts of the city, though mostly the night market and it was funny watching the expressions on the shot keepers' faces when they stopped to browse their wares, and even funnier when Shana paid in currency from the plains, which were crystals coins that were far greater than the normal crystals of the plains. Shana never paid more than one of the smallest of the coins she had, but Misty knew enough to know that for the people of the plains, those crystals coins were small fortunes, and soon people started trying to get their attention rather than staying back and watching.

The guards made sure no one got close, and Shana prove to be a very kind and sympathetic person, as whenever they passed a beggar to someone who looked in need, she handed them money.

"We give a lot of charity to the plains," Shana said. "But I don't see any of it here."

She frowned and for the first time, Misty saw genuine anger in her gaze. "I need to speak with lady Aeverie. If it's not being properly handed out or given as charity then that's a problem."

"The rich and wealthy probably just take it and sell it for profit or keep it for themselves," Misty said.

"Then I definitely need to speak with lady Aeverie to fix that before we leave," Shana replied.

Eventually, after stopping for a quick lunch break, they headed back to the green court rea. The food hadn't been bad but compared to what she'd had early and what Shana was probably used to, it just didn't hit, though that didn't stop Shana from being generous. Misty had found it endearing that Shana had finished and complemented the food, and tipped the restaurant, even though she hadn't really liked it.

'I'll be happy if we meet more people like Shana,' Misty thought to herself with a smile.

Chapter 196

As Misty and Shana were spending time together, in another part of the city, a tall and handsome man leaned against the railing on an open balcony. His blond blonde hair swayed in the wind, and his dark eyes gazed down at the people on the street below.

Gregor glanced back into the room behind him and smiled at the naked sleeping figure on the bed. She had been someone he had come across while he had been waiting for confirmation from one of his men, and he'd been bored, so he had decided to have some fun. From what his men had told him at the time, it would take another hour or two and that was plenty of time for some fun.

It had been easy. The girl had clearly not been used to getting attention from someone like him, and so all it had taken was a few compliments and some of his natural charm. One thing had led to another, and soon she and him were in bed together. She had been a virgin and had made such sweet noises. If he didn't have important things to do and wasn't expecting a call soon, then he might spend more time with her, but there was no rest for the wickedly handsome. It had almost been two hours and if his men had been right then anytime now, he would have to begin his task.

He had been aware of Lex's illness and had known his friend, and boss would do anything he could to try and find a cure, which included taking risks with arcanists from the expedition. He had sent for Gregory, and for good reason.

Gregory had spent much of his early life as a playboy, seducing girls and spending all his time enjoying himself. Then things had changed when a woman he had been with had been taken. He had been at his first core at the time and only at the smoke stage in density so he hadn't stood a chance.

That situation had made him realize he needed greater power to make sure that would never happen again, and that he could not be bullied. He had turned his charm to improving himself and had caught the attention of Lex's father and after some negotiation, he had begun working for the man.

That's how he met Lex, and after a few years of working together, Gregory had been one of the first Lex had told his plan of overthrowing his father too, and soon after, Max, and the others, who were all dead now. Only he, Lex, and Max remained from the old days.

There was no way that brute Max would be placed on a job like this, and none of Lex's other men had the same set of skills as Gregory, most of which he had learned due to Lex's father who had seen Gregory's talent, and potential. Those years had been hard, but well worth it as he had learned much and gotten strong enough that only the top tier of arcanists from the plains could match him, though he didn't like fair fights. He preferred assassination, a quick death rather than a loud and prolonged battle. Unlike Max he didn't care for the thrill of the fight, all he cared for was getting the job done as efficiently and quickly as possible. That's all that mattered in the end, winning.

He felt a buzz from his pocket and pulled out the simple enchanted device Lex had given him years ago. It was expensive he knew and was from the lands beyond the scar, having been brought with a prior expedition. He placed the device into his right ear and pressed a finger to it to accept the call

"Yes?"

"We've spotted the target," the voice of one of his agents said. "He's heading to the central garden."

This chapter upload first at NovelBin.com"Good, keep an eye on him," Gregory replied. "I'll be there soon."

The call ended, and Gregory glanced once more at the beautiful woman before he jumped from the balcony, using his wind aether to slow his fall. A few people glanced his way, but then promptly ignored him. It wasn't too uncommon to see an arcanist using a simple technique, and most people knew to mind their own business.

He prepped himself as he neared the central garden, which was essentially just what most people called the park that was full of exotic types of greenery. Gregory had spent time there with many a woman under the shade of some of the trees and once even atop of the branches on the largest tree.

He thought of everything he knew about the alchemist and the best way to approach him. He needed to be careful not to offend or to use any of his usual tricks. All he needed this time was his charm, and to not overthink things. From the little information he had been able to glean from afar and without direct content, the alchemist seemed like a decent and normal enough person. He had interacted with some people, and those people had told Gregory's agents everything that had been said, and when they didn't at first, Gregory's agents handed over a few crystals as payment, and if they still didn't after that or refused, then pain was brought in the picture, though most began speaking once they realized what would happen if they didn't.

Pain was always the last option though, as it was far messier than bribes, or simple manipulation. Of course, there were times when witnesses needed to be killed, and of course, assassinations. No matter what though, and how well trained Gregory was in certain skills, he was a lover at heart, not a fighter

He knew the alchemist was at the garden before he even entered, as many people were outside, speaking and pointing in. Most people stayed away from those of the expedition because if they pissed them off then they were screwed. The city didn't have the authority or power to punish or enforce its laws upon those of the expedition, so the best thing to do was stay out of their way.

Gregory was walking into the proverbial fire and was hoping his information was correct and that he wouldn't get burned. He still had life left to live, and the reward for succeeding was something he was very much looking forward to.

Gregory found the alchemist sitting on one of the benches near the center of the garden. He looked exactly as had been described. Lanky with ginger hair and freckles. Dressed in a white and black enchanted robe, and with four spatial rings.

'Time to go to work.'

Gregory smiled and nodded to the alchemist as he passed. The alchemist nodded back, but his eyes widened ever so slightly as Gregory fell, or at least, he faked falling. It was an odd skill, but one he had mastered.

Before he hit the ground, the alchemist caught him and Gregory tightened his metaphorical mask as he turned to the man and bowed. "Thanks for the catch, I can be so damn clumsy."

"It's no problem," the alchemist replied. "It's actually nice to see someone else here. Everyone ran off when I came in."

"Really?" Gregory asked.

The alchemist nodded. "Yes, they looked scared. I think it may be due to my connection with the expedition."

"You're from the expedition?" Gregory asked in surprise.

The alchemist opened his mouth to reply and just like that, with a simple action and some acting, Gregory had found his way in. Now he just had to play his cards right and pray that his charm was enough.

'Lady luck be on my side.'

—---

Luck was not on Gregory's side.

From the top of a nearby tree, standing on a branch, a cloaked figure watched the handsome blonde man. Little could be seen of his face or body as his hood and cloak hid everything. The figure didn't actually need the cloak but had decided to wear it just in case that alchemist's senses were sharper than he thought, though they would have to be very sharp indeed to pierce a fae veil.

The handsome blonde did not know it, but his remaining time was little, and soon he and the rest of those who had taken part in the Evenord slave trade would be gone, like a plague purged from the city.

All over the city, others of Aeverie's personal guard and retinue she had brought on the expedition were doing other tasks and preparing for what would amount to an easy and simple task for them, but what would feel like a surprise attack and the end for their targets.

No one would expect what would soon occur, and it would be the first time in a long time that the expedition took action against the city. It usually never happened, because no one had really ever cared to or gotten too involved, but things would be different this time due to the wishes of four.

It was not just the ending of the slave trade either, but the words of a certain dryad to the lady Aeveire would also cause more actions to be taken, but even that was caused by her time spent with the vampire.

Change was coming to the city of Evenord, all of which would be in the wake of four.

Gold, Blood, Shadow, and Green, mix to create things never before seen.

And in the heart of gold, pale light shines as a lost queen makes a choice.

Chapter 197

Once Misty and Shana returned from their trip, the dryad thanked Misty for everything before she left to go speak with lady Aeverie. Misty considered going with her, but decided that the dryad could handle it herself and lady Aeverie seemed the capable type, so if she did decide to take action and make sure the charity they had given was being used for charity then it would be accomplished.

If she could end a slave ring then she could deal with some rich people, especially since they couldn't really do anything in retaliation. They didn't have the power of authority to do any harm to those of the expedition and attempting to do so would be stupid. They would most likely plead and when that didn't work, just do as they were told.

Misty sort of felt bad that she hadn't considered asking lady Aeverie to do such a thing even though she had known what would most likely happen to everything the green court gave as charity to the city of Evenord. The simple fact was that if you didn't make sure or say how things should be then the city would simply do as they wanted, and the rich and wealthy would take and take. Maybe they would give out some, but the expedition probably hadn't done anything before, so they probably didn't expect anything to happen now.

They would certainly be in for a surprise that was sure, and if Misty was being honest, she was glad. Even if it didn't do much and was only a one-time thing, it would be good for them to get what they deserved for once for being too greedy.

If her father had been here, he would have called it business, at least the cold version of him would have. The father of her childhood was a far warmer person, even though thinking back on them made her chest ache.

Misty shook the thoughts of her father away, wondering why she was thinking so much of him recently. Perhaps it was because of how soon she and the others would be leaving the plains and heading for the lands beyond the scar. They had no way of knowing when they would return, and she was filled with both anticipation and apprehension, but no matter what, she wouldn't turn back.

She may not have had Aiden's drive or his reasons, but she knew she wanted to remain close to him and to be able to stand by his, Sandra's, and Zirani's side. She wanted power to decide her own fate, and not have to bend to the whims of others.

Freedom was what she wanted, and in the world they lived in, power was freedom. The more power you had, the more freedom you possessed, for better or for worse.

She knew it wouldn't start off like that and she had a long way to go, but was prepared to face that. She had already faced much more than she had ever thought she would, and though it had been hard, she had gotten through it.

To her surprise, when she returned back to their temporary home, she found Zirani near the table, drinking a cup of berry wine.

The jungle queen raised an eyebrow when she spotted Misty. "Couldn't sleep?"

Misty shook her head. "No."

"That's not surprising," Zirani commented. "You do have less of a need for rest than the others and well, you are nocturnal. What were you doing?"

"I went shopping with Shana," Misty said. "We explored the city. Are all Dryad like her."

"How so?"

Misty shrugged. "Lively, kind, caring?"

"For the most part," Zirnai said. "Like normal people, they all have their own personalities, but dryads are far less inclined to be negative or bad as you might say, though that word isn't something I like using."

"What, bad?" Misty tilted her head to the side. "Why?"

"Because I don't look at the world in shades of black and white," Zirani replied. "There is my good and my bad, which may be similar to your own, but also probably has some difference, even if they are only minor. There are also other factors when it comes to what constitutes good and bad. I don't wish to talk about that, though. I can tell you have something else on your mind, you have since you spoke to that vampire, what was her name, Vita?"

"I'm just unsure of what to do." Misty took a seat on one of the comfy chairs in the room. "I do want to meet the others, maybe they're not all like Vita and if they are then I won't join, but I'm also worried I might cause some trouble. My, er, beast was far more active than normal."

This chapter upload first at NovelBin.comZirani suddenly looked a bit guilty. "I probably should have told you this logan go, but your beast isn't a normal vampire thing, at least not in the same way it is for you. Don't get me wrong, they all have a more ferocious and bestial side, but the way you describe it is far different, and from the feelings and things I get through the bond with Aiden, sometimes the beast feels a separate entity that is connected to you."

"Do you think it has to do with my bloodline or the item that changed me?"

"Maybe," Zirnai said. "In truth, I don't think it's a separate entity, but I'm also not sure what it is at all."

ᴘ ᴀɴ ᴅᴀ-ɴᴏ ᴠᴇʟ. ᴄᴏᴍ Misty understood what she meant as she understood getting angry, and losing control, but the beast was different. It wasn't just ferocity, but other things, and it didn't just stir when it was time for a fight anymore. At first it had felt just like her vampiric instincts, but it had changed, it felt more alive, and different than before.

"This is why I need to speak with other vampires," Misty said.

Zirani nodded. "I can help you and there are actually a few vampires in the green court, but that will only take you so far. As I said early, go and speak to the red ribbons. You are smart enough to know if anything is being done against you, and to not get caught up in any tricks. Learn as much as you can, ask some questions, but don't reveal anything about the beast or how you became as you are."

Misty nodded. "I'll be careful."

They lapsed into silence, and Zirani excused herself to head back to Aiden, asking Misty if she wanted to join.

"He's out cold, but there's always cuddling," Zirani offered.

"I'm going to stay out here for a bit," Misty said. "Maybe go back out. I'm just not sleepy."

"Alright then, goodnight."

Misty stood from her seat and headed to the table. She poured herself some berry wine, she decided that she would follow Zirani's advice and would take up Vita on her offer. She would give the woman a chance, even though she doubted she would actually end up joining. As Zirani has said, there was still much she could learn from the jungle queen and there was no doubt Zirani's position and wealth when they returned would allow her to help Misty even more.

Over what felt like an hour, she ended up drinking all of the wine, and it must have been some strong stuff as she actually felt tipsy. She glanced down at the empty pitcher and thought about getting some more, but then she shook her head and decided to take up Zirani on her earlier offer.

She stumbled a bit on her way to Zirani and Aiden's room. She had a vampire's constitution and was at the third level, then again as Zirani had said, the average level of power in the lands beyond the scar was much higher, so it made sense that the wine had an effect.

The jungle queen opened a single eye when Misty entered the room and then spread her arms out. The blonde cuddled up next to Zirani, and let out a soft sigh. The wine must have done more than she thought as she was soon fast asleep.

——

As Misty slept peacefully, unbeknownst to her, deep within lay a dormant power, a dormant entity that had tied itself to her the moment she had activated that item that had held it imprisoned for so many years.

It was not awake, not even stirring slightly, as certain conditions had yet to be met, and it was still recovering. It was an old and ancient thing, one of the first of its kind. Remnants of its bloodline still existed in some vampire houses, but its name had been long forgotten.

Imprisoned and forgotten, the chances of it ever being released were low, but all it had taken was time, and chance. Its first act when released had been one of mostly instinct, a part of itself acting to make sure it survived.

The girl had been turned, and it had tied itself to her. Its time in the prison had sapped much of its power and that simple act had taken what little had been left, but it had worked.

Now it slept and rested, recovering and waiting for the right time to act.

Chapter 198

I was surprised to find Misty in bed with me and Zirani the next day, and I tried to think if she had joined us yesterday, but the last thing I remembered was cuddling with Zirani. Misty must have joined us later on then.

I got up out of bed, and made my way to the living area where I was surprised to find Sandra seated at the table with a plate of food in front of her. There were three other plates, and the food on all still looked fresh and hot, which was due to the plate's enchantment.

I gave her a peck on the cheek before I took a seat next to her. The food looked like an omlette, and like what I had yesterday it smelled amazing. My fork cut cleanly into it, and I gazed hungrily at the inside which was full of a multitude of ingredients. My mouth watered, and I quickly took a bite.

"Damn, that is good," I said around the mouthful.

Sandra nodded. "I'm actually on my second plate. They have something similar to the suite, where you can just call for service."

I nodded, too busy stuffing my face to respond with words. Each bite was better than the last, and I was glad that this would be the type of food we;d be eating on the expedition. No stale bread, and dry metas, or basic foods, but these exquisite dishes, which were probably normal for the people of the court. Zirani had said they were probably the largest provider of food goods, so it made sense that they would also have the best cooks, or so I assumed.

Misty and Zirani joined us as I was on my second plate, and after we finished, I leaned back with a content sigh.

"What are your plans for today?" Zirani asked Sandra and Misty.

"I'm going to head over to speak with the Red Ribbons," Misty said.

Sandra bit her lip. "I think I might want to visit the Umbrin clan area, with you Zirani, if you're willing."

Zirani turned to me, and I shrugged. "I'm just going to have a look around, maybe visit some of the other areas. If you want Sandra I can come with you."

"Best not," Zirani said. "Unless you think you can control yourself around Kai."

"Fair enough," I replied. I needed to learn to control my anger as just thinking about Kai was setting me off, and the fact he wanted to marry Sandra, or have her marry someone else. I took a deep breath and pushed those thoughts out of my head. Zirani would be with her, and she could handle anything Kai tried.

We went our separate ways after leaving the building, and I gave all three of them quick kisses and sent over feelings of comfort and reassurance.

Once they were gone, I began walking to the center of the plaza the expedition was camped in and started walking. I had asked yesterday when I had been talking with Garth and Venn if there were any rules about going to other areas, and they had told me that there wasn't really any official rules but most stuck to themselves, though the center was sort of shared by everyone.

It didn't take too long to get there as the areas seemed to be set around the center so that you didn't really need to go through other areas to get to the center.

It was just as Garth and Venn had said, although it seemed to be more of a tensing area as I saw plenty of people sparring and other practicing techniques.

Unlike everything I had seen in the plains, these people's arcane arts were not crude and some of the techniques I saw were decently complex. I saw someone forming what seemed to be a rapidly moving water blade or saw and another that was creating balls of lava and then changing the shape. It was probably a training exercise.

I simply watched for a while, following some of the spars with my gaze and trying to think of how some of them had made their techniques because it was clear they had all learned pattern sets and knew what they were doing rather than the mimicry and simple manipulation of aether the arcanists of the plains used.

After a spar I was watching ended, I walked over to one of the empty spaces that people were using to practice techniques and started absorbing solar energy. I wanted to get more practice with my solar capabilities and see if I could get my finger beam how I wanted it.

I didn't get to train long though as a voice rang out.

"Solar techniques, huh and from a human no less. Rare indeed."

I turned and spotted a short man watching me, his amber eyes full of interest and his robe trialing to the ground. He held some sort of tablet in his hands and glanced down at it every few seconds.This chapter upload first at NovelBin.com

"Ermm, can I help you?"

He tilted his head and smiled. "You could but I don't wish to interrupt your training. I was simply thinking aloud earlier, my apologies."

"It's no problem," I replied. "I'm Aiden, and you are?"

"Isaac." He bowed. "Scholar of Kea Hall, and I assume you are with the court, though I don't recall ever seeing you on the journey."

"I'm from the plains," I explained. "And I came here with my bonded, Zirani. I'm not sure if you know her?"

He nodded. "I do and I must confess I already guessed that the moment I saw you use that solar technique."

"The news has already spread?"

"It has," Isaac replied. "It is big news."

I wasn't really that surprised to be honest. Zirani was a very well-known person and from what I had learned so far, the journey to the plains had been very boring so this was something of excitement to latch onto. I would have to get used to it since I was going to be with Zirani for the rest of my life.

I wouldn't be going around as some unknown arcanist in her lands, at least not after everyone found out that I was bonded to her. It was something I was smiling to go through for Zirani though, and it couldn't be that bad.

Sure they would be a lot of skepticism but as I had done for Zirani I would show them just how capable I was, and once I got her mother's approval things should go much easier.

Isaac and I were suddenly interrupted by shouting and we both turned to see that two people close to the sparring rings were facing off, though not in a friendly spar. I recognized the gruff-looking man as one of the Lycan, and the other was a disciple of the thousand drops sect which, Venn had told me yesterday, was a sect focused on well, water affinity, if the name didn't make it obvious enough.

"This should be interesting," Isaac said as we watched from afar.

I had to agree as I was interested in seeing what a lycan could do and I had yet to see a proper fight between arcanists from the lands beyond the scar. The spars didn't count. A small crowd was gathered around the pair

"I'm guessing you've never seen a lycan before?" Isaac asked me as the lycan turned to the scholar. Isaac nodded and the lycan and disciple moved to one of the sparring areas. It seemed they had decided to settle whatever dispute they had through a fight.

"Do you know him?" I asked Isaac

"I'm paying him," The scholar replied. "He and his brother are my bodyguards. I hired them from the Iron Bulls, a mercenary group."

"Wouldn't Iron Bears be more appropriate?" I questioned.

The scholar chuckled. "The iron bulls aren't a lycan pack, they just allow them to join. Agnar, the lycan who is about to fight, and his brother Levin are packless."

"Packless," I asked.

"it's how most types of lycans work." Isaac pointed to Agnar who had unsheathed his large and wickedly curved black blade. "They form packs which are essentially like families and they hold territory. Those who have never been part of a pack are packless while those who have but have left or been kicked are referred to by different titles, usually depending on why they are no longer part of their pack. An example would be some wolf packs who call coward they kick out the fangless. I can teach you more about them if you like."

I shook my head as Agnar and the thousand drops sect disciple stared at each other. It made sense that Isaac knew so much since he had said he was a scholar, but I wasn't really in the mood to learn, not when a fight I wanted to watch was about to take place.

An arcanist walked in between the disciple and the lycan and said a few words before moving back. After which he raised a hand and then after three seconds brought it down, signaling the start of the fight.

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Agnar shot forward in a blur, his first step cracking the ground as he swung his blade around. It whistled as it sliced through the air, but the disciple had dodged back, and a technique was already ready in answer.

A barrage of water droplets shot towards Agnar, fast enough that I knew they could probably smash through stone and tear through the body of a normal person, but Agnar only grunted when they struck. He wasn't wearing his armor today, only a thin shirt that was enchanted, but not with any sort of defense.

The disciple shot another barrage at the lycan who just stood there and took it. "You speak as though you are so strong, yet this is all you can do!"

ᴘ ᴀɴ ᴅᴀ-ɴᴏ ᴠᴇʟ. ᴄᴏᴍ The bear lycan's skin seemed to ripple as he opened his mouth to bare his teeth which were now razor-sharp. His eyes were full of ferocity, far greater than I had ever seen in any beast. He brought his blade up and then leapt towards the disciple who could do nothing but dodge as Agnar's blade sought purchase in his body.

"Is this to the death?" I asked Isaac.

"Probably not, but I doubt Agnar will kill him," Isaac replied. "Maybe take a limb or two, but not death."

I waited for Isaac to say he was joking but no such response came, and I realized that the disciple was quite screwed. He was at the third level, and his second core, while Agnar was at the 4th level and second core, but it was clear that Agnar was the greater fighter and possessed far greater physical abilities than the disciple, probably due to the fact he was a lycan.

"He's not going to win," I said aloud and Isaac nodded from the corner of my vision.

Agnar continued to press on the disciple, never giving him a chance to rest, and the few times the disciple managed to start a technique, he was interrupted and lost his focus, which was his biggest problem. He might have been able to do more if had been able to dodge and prepare techniques at the same time. I was glad Zirani had taught us the way she did, and that I didn't have this problem, at least nowhere near the level this disciple did.

The fight came to a close when the disciple attempted to counterattack but was too slow, not to mention the counterattack had been a punch that hadn't even been enhanced with aether. If his technique hadn't done any visible damage, then a punch sure as hell wouldn't

I winced as Agnar's blade came down, but instead of slicing through the disciple's arm, it was stopped by a slender hand.

"I think that's quite enough."

The dark-haired man wore similar robes to the disciple but more ornate, and I guessed he was either a higher-ranked disciple or elder of the sect. Either way, he had stopped his disciple from being maimed.

"This isn't over until he pays in blood," Agnar growled, his voice deep and rough.

"He will, at my hand," the elder said. "Not at yours, now unless you wish to fight me, then I suggest you pull your blade away."

The bear lycan growled, and for a moment it seemed like he would strike, but then he cursed and pulled away before spitting at the dark harried man's feet. "Teach your disciple some respect, elder."

He said the last word like it was a curse before turning and storming away, his steps heavy.

"Whose that?" I asked Isaac.

"Xavier," Isaac answered. "Outer sect elder of the thousands drops sect."

So he was an elder, and a strong one at that, if Agnar hadn't wanted to fight him. I couldn't sense his cores fully as they seemed partially masked, but I could tell he was at the fifth level and had two cores.

The crowd dispersed as Agnar walked away and The elder turned to the disciple with a cold look. "This is the second time you've gotten into it with the beast, can you not show restraint or keep your mouth shut."

The disciple opened his mouth to reply, but Xavier cut him off. "I don't want to hear it. Go to Trell and tell him you are to be punished by taking over his work, and later we will spar. I will give him his blood, and you will improve, that was sloppy."

The disciple hung his head, and after getting to his feet slunk off.

"That was harsh," I commented.

"Not really," Issac said. "That disciple has been nothing but trouble. Too much talk that he can't back with action, and Xavier may seem harsh, but it's only because he cares. If he had been a few seconds late then that disciple's arm wouldn't be attached to his body."This chapter upload first at NovelBin.com

I guess that was true, and it wasn't like I knew either of them, though I couldn't help but feel in the mood for a spar. Watching them fight had made me excited, and I had energy I wanted to release.

"Isaac, are you a fighter?"

He turned to me and seemed to understand what I was getting at. "I'm not up for a spar, especially not by one trained by a very well-known fighter. She did train you didn't she?"

I nodded. "As best she could."

I turned back to Xavier and found him staring at me with an assessing look on his face. I raised an eyebrow, and in a few strides, he was over to me and Isaac. He held a hand out. "You must be the one I've been hearing about, the bonded to the princess."

I shook his hand. It really had spread fast, though how had he known it was me? I guess it was likely because he hadn't seen me on the journey or my description was also going around.

"I'm Aiden, though I guess you probably already know that."

"I do." He turned and nodded to the scholar. "Isaac."

"Xavier."

There was something in their voices that I couldn't quite put my finger on, but it was clear that they knew each other.

"Tell me, Aiden, have you come here to train?" He looked me up and down. "You seem strong for having been born and raised in the plains, though you were trained by the Zirani Atmore, so it makes sense that you're aren't lacking."

He glanced over to a pair of his disciples who were in the middle of technique training. "What do say to a spar with some of my disciples?"

"I say yes," I replied. "I haven't had a proper fight or spar in a long time."

Getting whooped by Zirani did not count as a fight.

He smiled. "Good, I'm eager to see how you'll do."

I walked with Xavier over to one of the sparring areas and waited as he called over all of his disciples that were in the middle of training. Some were probably in the sects areas, but in total, there were six training in the shared area, and as Xavier was choosing, a crowd once again gather, most staring at me, and I heard the name, Zirani, and the words, princess and bonded, thrown about.

Bloody hell, but it was going to take some time to get used to this.

"I'll fight him, elder." A bulky disciple with blue eyes and wild black hair stepped forward, an eager look in his eyes that was easy to understand. If he beat me then he would beat the student of the princess, and that would earn him praise, and more.

Too bad he was in for a surprise.

Xavier turned to me and I nodded. "I'm fine with that."

"Then take your positions. Hank don't hold back, show me what you can do, and Aiden I ask the same of you." Xavier clapped once and waved a hand to get the crowd to back up a bit.

We took our places on opposite ends of the spring area which was basically just an oblong area marked with white lines, and one going through the middle. There was also an enchantment that when activated would fix any damage that had occurred in the sparring area.

Hank stared at me, and I could tell he wasn't taking me seriously, even though I was trained by the princess as he probably thought. I assumed it was because I was from the plains. It would be his mistake and a lesson for him to learn. Don't judge people too quickly.

I took a deep breath and felt a smile creep up onto my face. This was going to be fun, and my first fight with an arcanist from the lands beyond the scar, save for Zirani of course. I was full of confidence and vibrating with energy.

"This is just a spar," Xavier said. "You can harm, but don't push it. The first to land a critical strike, which is an attack that could kill, wins. Don't worry about accidents, I'll be watching closely. Now, on my mark, three, two… One!"

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I pulled aether from my core as I dodged to the right. A barrage of water droplets shot past me, and as I shot towards him, my layered bark amour formed around. I used aether burst to give myself speed, and I closed the distance between us within seconds.

He swiped at me with his right hand, aiming for my neck, and a crescent blade of water followed the movement. It was an elegant technique formed from an elegant pattern, but not that useful in this case, and all it took was a push with the back of my left hand to move it off course. It covered a large range and would have been perfect if he were faster and for groups of people or for those who moved erratically, but I was only one person, and my movement was anything but erratic. I moved with lethal efficiency, and speed.

His other hand held the same water technique and came up in a swing, but I easily sidestepped the attack and pressed a palm to his chest. Compared to Zirani and the girls, he was simply far too slow.

This fight was over.

"I win."

He froze then blinked. "What?"

"I win," I repeated. "I could have killed you then."

I turned to Xavier who seemed confused. "How exactly could you have killed him?"

I sighed and raised a hand to the sky. I formed the necessary technique and a beam of solar energy burst from my palm.

"That's how."

Hank's look of anger and confusion faded as his face paled. He was no doubt realizing what would have happened if I had hit him with a solar beam point-blank. I didn't think he wanted a hole in his chest.

The fight had lasted for less than ten seconds, not that I had expected it to last as long as Agnar and the disciple fight had been. I had gone in holding nothing back and acted as though he was an enemy I needed to kill as quickly as possible. Xavier had asked for that and I delivered.

"The winner is Aiden," Xavier called, and I saw that the crowd was both impressed and disappointed. I didn't blame them. They had no doubt expected more of a spectacle and a longer fight.

Hank walked over to the other disciples. A few tried to cheer him up and patted him on the back, but it was clear he had lost and hadn't really done much of anything. In fact, I probably could have ended it sooner, if I hadn't waited for him to make the first move. My mind worked things out as Xavier spoke with hank

I could've shot forwards, and I knew my reaction time was fast enough that I could have formed a layered wood shield to block the droplets, and then send a greater impact seed at him to give me an opening in which I would have closed the gap and turned the shield into a sharped wood blade, that I would hold at his neck.

You live and learn, though.

"Good work," Isaac said as he walked over to me. "She trained you well, it seems."

"You have no idea," I replied thinking back to everything, especially the last month which had been hellish, but very effective when it came to helping me improve.

"I thank you for entertaining my request," Xavier said. "Give my regard to you bonded."

"You don't want me to spar with any others?" I asked.

He shook his head. "None of them seem eager, and I have other things I must do."

"Well then till next time." I offered my hand and he shook it with a smile.

"Now that's over with," Isaac said. "Would you mind taking me on a tour of the city? I've never been to the plains before, and even if I don't find anything of much interest I would still like to have the experience."

I shrugged. "Sure, I don't really have much else to do."

The two of us headed away from the center, and past the area he and his bodyguards were saying in before we left the plaza behind. Before we got anywhere, I checked on my bonds with the girls to make sure they were both ok. Sandra was currently with Zirani in the umbrin clan area and she seemed ok for the most part, though I could feel some anger. Misty was also fine, and I couldn't sense anything off, so I felt fine leaving the plaza behind.

"I want to visit the market first," Isaac said. "I want to see the disparity between my lands and yours."This chapter upload first at NovelBin.com

"A good place to start then," I replied. "Though you'll see that everywhere you look if everything I've learned about the lands beyond the scar is true."

The market was as lively as the last time I had been here, though as we began to move through it I suddenly recalled something I had forgotten. I remembered the suite we had booked and thought back to it and if we had left anything there. As far as I could remember we hadn't, but I decided to be sure, so I left Isaac to peruse the market and promised I'd return as soon as possible. I did feel a bit bad since I was leading him after I had said I'd give him a tour but he assure me he was fine, and it wasn't like he couldn't handle himself. He may have been a scholar, but he was also from the lands beyond the scar which meant he could easily defeat any arcanist of the plains.

The receptionist was both surprised and relieved to see me.

"I thought something had happened to you," he said. "I'm afraid your time with the suite is up. You only paid for a week."

"That fines," I said. "Did I leave anything in there?"

He nodded and pulled out a ring. "You left this. I can assure you nothing inside was touched."

I took it and put it on, realizing quickly that it was just a ring we had used for supplies, and if he had, I wouldn't really have cared.

"You know what." I flicked the ring back to him. "Keep it."

He was very shocked, but I just told him it was due to his honesty before I made my way back to Isaac who had garnered quite the crowd. Apparently, people have figured out he was from the expedition and he had decided to entertain the crowd by telling them about his homeland, and the lands beyond the scar.

He was standing on a pedestal, and I decided to let him finish first. The people looked to be enjoying themselves, especially the children who ooed and awed at every single thing. He spent an hour atop the pedestal before he finally finished with a bow, and was applauded by what must have been over a few hundred people.

"That was nice of you."

"I got bored rather fast, viewing the stalls," he said. "I bought a few trinkets and some books which I have never heard off."

After spending another half an hour in the market, I took Isaac around to the other parts of the city, though just as he had said, nothing really interested him, so decided to head back after what must have only been three hours. During the tour, Isaac used his tablet which he said was an enchanted item that he used to write down and store information.

On our way back, however, we ran into some trouble.

"You!"

I kept walking, but when the voice sounded again, closer, I turned and let loose an explosive sigh when I spotted a familiar figure. It was the arcanist from the burning sands sect that I had dealt with a few days ago.

He was alone and looked quite pissed.

"Is this a friend?" Isaac asked.

I snorted. "Does he look like a friend?"

The burning sands arcanist stopped a few feet away, and his eyes turned to Issac. He frowned, and then stumbled back, his eye wide, aching clearly realizing who Isaac was. Issac on his part just stared at the arcanist with a blank look on his face.

"I think there been some mistake, you weren't referring to me now were you?" I asked

ᴘ ᴀɴ ᴅᴀ-ɴᴏ ᴠᴇʟ. ᴄᴏᴍ He shook his head, quickly turned, and walked away.

"Well that was odd," Isaac said. "Why the fear all of a sudden?"

"You should expect that from everyone to some degree," I said. "Think of it like this, what could the city do if you killed him?"

"Oh," Isaac nodded. "They are scared because of the difference in power and the fact that they cannot enforce their laws on us."

"For the most part," I replied. "I don't think they all see you as murders or anything, just that most don't want to risk it. You can approach them as you did with the crowd, and show you mean no harm, but don't expect any to approach you, at least not without a good reason. I'm sure if you flashed some money then many would be willing to take the risk. Another type of disparity between your lands and the plains."

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