Aside from heroes, the Kingdom of Jioral had other formidable carriers of its will at its disposal. In particular, the Three Champions. Mighty entities, although not blessed by the deities with infinite potential, could challenge even some of the god-chosen.
Organ Trist, better known as "Hawkeye", a man with an empyrean prudent gaze in his amber eyes, capable of much, both in archery and in close combat. Martin Chadian, "Spellbane", one of the most prominent battlemages of his generation, who would put down more than seven hundred demons single-handedly if not stopped beforehand. `Bloodbringer’s` real name was a mystery almost nobody succeeded in entangling. Most who did, though, were later found with their throats slit. The only thing that was clear about him was his allegiance to the Faran church and deep knowledge of the perverted and twisted arts of blood sorcery — in the first world, he (if he was truly a man) was apparently defeated by the hands of the Tenth Hero. His place was taken by Gard the Windbreak, Gryphon Rider, the strongest among the airborne knights of the Ashlam Republic, the state which led an unending war against Franrachia, the domain of Crimson Dragons, for control over their narrow fertile mountain valleys.
But even among those monsters, there was another who shone brighter than most. Someone more insidious and vile. Norn Clatalissa Jioral, the second princess and the younger sister of Flare. Even though she had no fighting skills whatsoever, this apparently innocent girl was a genius of battle strategy. So much so that by her seventeenth birthday, the young warlady had already architected the destruction of Confederation of Demons. The very same person who the exhausted Hero of Healing was now dreaming about.
It happened half a year before the end of that timeline, half a year prior to the demon queen’s demise. At this point, the young martyr had long since regained his self-awareness, yet he made no attempt to flee from his cruel doom, or murder his three tormentors with his "healing" touch. If he failed, the three "heroes" would find another way to break him, and gods, were they not resourceful in this? But even if not, the lad’s ruined life would not come back either way. Seeing his only option was to acquire the Philosopher’s Stone, the supposed addict made his way through the barren rocky wasteland. The southern lands of the demonic kingdom were harsh and infertile, but at least the snowy winter never claimed these territories.
"Hm, at least they’re not looking." The Hero of Healing muttered, accessing his current state. The night after the long journey was not that cold, but he was left without shelter, to Bullet’s deepest regret. At this point, the black gunner was getting more and more unrestrained, so Flare had to keep him away from Keyaru somehow. Still, their victim didn’t mind being kept away from the witch or her blonde sadistic hound, Blade. He warmed up his body with exercises. The hero would punch rocks, kick trees to the point of uprooting them, slay monsters for food and experience, and even sometimes take prisoners from hostile patrols to test the limit of his powers. A normal man would not endure these trials, but if something went wrong, Keyaru could always cast his innate healing on himself. During his training, the youngster had remembered every bone, every cartilage, every vein, artery, every organ and muscle fiber, their functions, and how to make them better. Even if something gets wrong, and time travel takes away all of his gained abilities, the extensive knowledge must remain. Without it, no matter how high his level gets, that wouldn’t do any good. Otherwise, having enough erudition would turn even the most desperate situation into a spectacular victory.
"Stealing others' memories can only get me so far." Keyaru deadpanned, breaking a tall tree in half with his shin. Practice in all combat and survival arts, as well as discipline and focus. Take any of them away, and the hope for a better life will be lost. Even if divine healing was unable to ease his mental strain in any way.
…
The four heroes ventured mostly on their feet. This was not always the case, but the destruction of their carriage and having their horses killed once changed party’s priorities. And while Flare was burdened only by Vanargand, Blade by Ragnarok, and Bullet by Taslam, Keyaru carried all the other stuff in a massive backpack on his shoulders. Cosmetics, preserved food, water, uncountable priceless elixirs, and they had it all carried by a docile flesh golem. Fortunately for the latter, even if he was only carrying the luggage, all the energy of the fiends murdered by other heroes fueled him as well, so now his level has gotten quite high. Alas, with no means to check, the martyr had to rely only on his feelings.
It’s been two months since the party went that far into the demon domains. They were always more of a sabotage and reconnaissance group than a battle unit. Although strong, with no support from the main forces, the four heroes were not supposed to fight armies. Yet they did. Sometimes, killing hundreds in the process, sometimes fleeing as fast as they could. A year ago, right before Kinacrith, the capital of Confederation, fell, the party was ambushed by Gramgrim, the elite division of the demon king. But that is a story for another day. Now, they barely had any provisions from the main army, and that put a toil on them.
"Damn this dump! Damn this waste! Damn these shitty demons!" Flare cursed, as she barely moved her feet through that stony land. "No food, no water, not even a fucking river to take a bath in! I am... at my limit. Hey, Bullet! Are you sure this is the right place?"
"Yes, certainly." The Hero of Cannon replied stoically. "Please, calm down. Otherwise, your hysteria might bring the enemy to us. I wouldn’t like to lose our last supplies to our foe." Even though sometimes Flare felt like she was tending to psychotic children, now it was the giant who tried to reason with the princess. After all, he had experience with raising kids in his church in Eldoran. If not for what he did to them, he could have been called a kind man. But he raped the boys, brainwashed them, and then murdered most of the kids to "preserve their beauty for ages to come." Those who survived his “graduation” became agents of Bullet’s influence, his eyes and ears.
"What does this Norn think of herself? She could’ve long since wiped the slate clean, but no, go there, kill him, blow up this, do that!" The sorceress’ dissatisfaction with her sister’s plans was as clear as day. And someone shared this feeling.
"Yeah! We’re heroes, not a band of hobos! We should bask in the glory, and not feed the mosquitoes!" Blade raised her voice. That androphobic blonde lesbian, a disgrace to the swordsman's title, never shared her thoughts, unless they coincided with the princess’.
At the end of the day, though, if not for Keyaru’s healing and Bullet’s craftsmanship, the party would have perished. But even so, they were stressed and tired. After all, not every problem can be solved by brute force. Flare was left without the means to keep her skin clean. Blade could no longer get a girl or two to rape, and the princess would remain out of her reach forever, so she had to settle on... well, on Keyaru in a dress as a temporary replacement. That often, if not always, ended quite bloodily. I will never forgive you for trumping on my man’s pride. I will make you submit to your nature, you cursed woman!
"Hey, Bullet!" Freia spoke, spotting a cloud of dust up ahead. "Are those your "boys"?"
"Not at all. If anything, I taught my kiddies to be discreet. That could be our enemies." The gunner grabbed his massive weapon from his back. In the heart of the enemy’s territory, imprudence could mean only death. After all, why would regular soldiers aid the mighty heroes instead of pushing the frontlines? Also, that force looked like everything but Bullet’s agents. The latter were small in numbers, and would secretly deliver a provision of supplies once a month. And those lines of spears looked too imposing to bring hope.
"Ha-ha-ha! So, you're coming straight at us? Go on, fucking filth! I will incinerate you all!" Flare gripped her legendary staff, filling it with pyrokinetic energy. Three heroes had a desperate resolve to kill or die in battle. However, their expectations were crushed when they saw a palanquin. Or, rather, the one who sat in it. "Norn? What are you doing here?" Yes, these soldiers belonged to the Order of the Holy Lance. The personal guard of the second princess.
Just like Flare, the warlady had pink hair. They inherited it from their late mother. Even though it was a barren rocky wasteland, the strategist had no trace of dirt or fatigue on herself, unlike her battered sister. Not only did she look beautiful, her emerald eyes scintillated with wisdom and intelligence. Princess Norn, the scourge of a hundred demonic tribes.
"Is this how you greet me, sis? How cruel, and here I thought I’d bring you a present personally!" Said the warlady, with nothing but derision in her sweet voice.
"You know, I don’t like it when you poke your nose everywhere you can."
"Heh." Norn dismissively smirked at her sister’s words. "And I love it! Seeing your sour face brings joy to my bitter heart, my dear Flare." The relationship between the two princesses couldn’t be farther from at least normal. They deeply hated each other, and only a miracle could bring them back together. "Now, we don’t have much time. Oh well, gotta spoil a surprise! We’ve taken Tarion, the major city on a crossroad for supply lines. Now, it’s our foothold and logistical center. This is where we’re heading. Come on."
Flare, Blade, and Bullet now stood with their eyes wide open. A long suffocating moment had passed before they could exhale with relief. The time of the hardship of heroes has passed, with Jioral taking over the hold in the area. Except for one of them, of course.
"Thank you, Norn! Now I can finally take a bath every day!" The pink-haired witch exclaimed, getting inside the armored carriage with two large raptors pulling it.
"Oh yeah, I too must express my gratitude… to Bullet Hashlant." With but a single nod, the strategist completely dismissed her older sister. Not that the latter cared anymore. "If not for your data about their maps, the details about the demonic tribes, their powers, their "cute pets", and their positions, my victory would be a little bit more taxing." Norn meant what she said. She always had at least twenty variations of a single event in her head. But, despite all this, she could respect the big black scout. At least when it came to his speciality.
"Did you really do it all by yourself.?" Blade wondered, her restless eyes jumped from the younger princess to the gunner. After all, who would suspect this mad machine of cannonball barrages to be a competent spy?
"Oh, Blade. This is actually the primary job of the advance units, like ours." The man explained, and made her open her mouth upon the revelation. Where have you been all these three years? "Either way, a blind army is a dead army. This is why I used all of my reconnaissance skills and pulled some strings. And dear princess Norn used my reports to the best of her abilities." Yes, this is why they suffered. To provide this little bitch with comprehensive data.
"I appreciate your flattery, but we should get going." The warlady said, watching the last "hero" get into the carriage. Keyaru felt her eyes, her smirk. And that filled him with nothing but chills.
…
Tarion was a good place. A city, erected in the fertile valley, served both as a granary for that region and a trading post of utmost importance. At least it was like that in the past. Now, inside the walls, only death prospers. There were piles of rotting corpses everywhere you looked. Jioral’s soldiers burned them, but it wasn’t enough to contain the nauseating stench of death. Humans, demons, demi-humans, cattle, all became part of grotesque heaps of flesh. If anything, it wasn’t Jioral’s territory. It belonged to flies and maggots.
Norn was the first to descend to the ground, with the heroes to follow. Her smirk never faded upon seeing that atrocity. Rather, she was actually pleased with herself.
"By the way, I don’t suggest you drink from the wells. We’ve poisoned them." The warlady shrugged, as if it was but a game. "I think we’ll have them cleaned in a week or so."
"Poisoned?" Flare shuddered, as her hand tried to cover her nose. It didn’t help.
"Demons may be strong, but damn, are they a dense race! To have such a city and no protection over their water supplies? We didn’t even have to ram the gates!" Norn took pride in her work. No matter how cruel or inhumane her strategies may have been, she always had her victory in the end. And although the casualties on her side were always minimal, soldiers hated the younger princess more than everyone else.
"Why would you do this? Killing them all? Isn’t that... unfair?" The terrified swordswoman asked on their way to the headquarters.
"And is having your fucking gilded junk heal your wounds fair?" For a moment, the strategist’s mask fell off, and Blade witnessed her wrath. "Listen here. Two weeks of a siege, and we have an entire city under our control. Would you like me to breach the walls, taking district after district, warding off the reinforcements, while I would lose hundreds, if not thousands, of my men in the process? If not, then shut the fuck up and do what you’re told!"
"Gulp…" The blond swordswoman could do nothing but stare at the girl, too brutal, too fiendish to be likable, but also too competent to disregard her ways.
"And no, I did not kill them all." Norn pointed out, returning her usual innocent smile. "We do have a few prisoners for interrogation. You may later thank Bullet for the list." The warlady spoke joyfully, looking at her sister. "You know, I thought about letting you rest a bit, but this is such a good time for that! Flare, we have to strengthen our position here, so I have a task for you." The sorceress had nothing but a bad feeling about this. She wasn’t alone at that, though, and the prospect of losing that foothold scared the heroes even more.
"Should I offer my help in strengthening defense lines? I could provide covering fire with my cannon." Bullet’s words were met with a couple of nods from the princess, as they finally reached the headquarters. Inside, eight men discussed the plans, including Arian Cryleth, the head of the family and the strongest swordsman of Jioral, since Kureha had long since perished. Norn smirked, and that was not a fortunate sign.
"That’s a good idea, Bullet, but no." The warlady replied, slouching on her chair, foot to foot. "That would be stupid. We must uphold the onslaught, not get stuck in defense. This is why…" With a couple of claps, the strategist summoned a man from upstairs. He was clad in clothes made of fur and leather belts; his scarred face testified to his resolve. In the left hand he held a long spear, in the right — a helmet with a mask and sun-goggles made from dragon hide and membranes, which could cover all of his head. Strangely enough, he proudly carried a cut-off head of a white-haired demon with red scales for skin.
"My name is Gard the Windbreak." The warrior introduced himself before bowing before Flare. "Allow me to offer my service to you, Your Highness."
"Are you… that gryphon rider?" The magician wondered, leaning on her staff. She had no such privilege as a simple chair, to Norn’s delight.
"I am. Lady Norn instructed me to take you on the night flies…"
"Let me take it from here!" The warlady was now annoyed with Gard’s slow talk and thus interrupted him. "This man will take you on a tour above the hostile settlements. You know, cities, villages, that sort. And when he does, I want you to do your magical mumba-umba and blow them up! What do you call it? Purge?"
"Purgatory! Seventh circle!" Flare angrily replied to Norn’s mocking.
"Shut up, you arrogant slut!" This is how it always went. Boosted by numerous victories, the warlady’s position allowed her to safely scold her sister. Even if the Hero of Magic was older. "Can you handle two, no, three cities per day?" Norn asked, to the heroes’ shock.
"I… I can, but why?.. Why do you need me to?.." Flare wavered. That was a rare sight to see. Blade trembled, and Bullet just stood with his arms crossed. Gard paid no attention to them, whispering to the severed head. From the looks of it, the gryphon rider seemed to be just as insane as the Hero of Cannon. And Norn… she stood up from her chair and graciously approached her sister... just to grab her by the collar.
"Because I want them dead! All of them! Men, women, boys, girls, elderly — they must burn! All, no exception! Thousands upon thousands of corpses! Don’t pretend you care, you heartless bitch! I know you better than everyone! I know... you’ll like it!" And she's so right. All that time, Keyaru kept his distance just enough to hear everything, but not enough to catch anyone’s eye.
"But Norn!.."
"Are you, by chance… defying me, sister?" The terrifying girl asked, moving her lips closer to Flare’s ear. "You’re nothing but a walking, shitting cannon, and if you fail to fulfill your only function, then… you’re fucking useless, sister!" The Hero of Magic trembled with fear upon hearing these words. After all, these were her own words.
"Y-yes, Norn…" In the end, the sorceress obediently lowered her head. With that finished, the warlady tapped her sister’s back. "Go-go-go, time is money!"
"Let us proceed, Your Highness." Gard spoke, with Flare approaching him. "Looks like I failed to introduce you to Hiseki. He’s been my "friend" since…" Having to deal with another psycho made the magician so bitter that she bit her lip to the point of bleeding. And Keyaru could do nothing but smirk upon seeing that.
"General Arian, gather your men and wait for me in the city hall. You, rookie, show our two heroes the best dwellings we have here. And you…" Norn finally pointed at Keyaru. "…are staying with me."
Although surprised, neither Bullet nor Blade had any more vigor to quarrel, so they took their leave, along with all the other men. The backpack one lad carried on his own took three knights to even raise it from the floor. The room got empty. The door closed. And then…
"So, did you like the show?" Norn addressed Keyaru, slowly walking toward the martyr with her confident gait. "Something is wrong with you. I thought you were just a junkie, but your glee betrayed you."
"Dru… gs…" This was the only response the martyr was supposed to give. Being so close to the warlady, the lad could smell her. He felt the smell of herbal perfumes, but it was too pungent to be pleasant. This is how you hide your reek.
"Don’t try to fool me! My sister may be an imbecile, but imagine what she would do, if I sa…" She did not finish the sentence, as the hero grabbed her by the neck and lifted the girl above the ground with only one hand.
"You won’t." Keyaru growled, tightening the grip. She was scary, but for someone who had walked through hell and back, she was but an obstacle. "What did you expect me to do? To shit my pants? Or beg not to tell anyone? I can kill you right here and now."
"Kha… Ha-ha… Ha… Haa…" Norn, in turn… laughed. Even without air, she laughed! "Do it!.. I’m… so fucking done with it!.." The princess wasn’t scared either. Desperate, rather. She didn’t even try to resist, not that it’d make any difference. So the hero decided to release her. "Khem-khan… Haa… Why?.. You could’ve ended me here."
"We can use each other. Flare butchered my life, just like she did with yours." I know, I’ve seen it in her memories. "That’s why you want her dead."
"Kha… You…” At that point, the genius calculated the risk. With the mask of an addict shattered, Keyaru looked confident and determined. Strong and… even somehow enticing. “Follow me."
Princess Norn, ultimately, reached a decision. The latter took a door downstairs. She wasn’t even afraid to show her back to the young man.
"Many have tried to kill me, but you’re the first to actually let me live. Your indecision may cost you dearly." The warlady warned, opening a large wooden door, scribbled with different runes of protection.
"You can’t hurt me. Not more than your sister ." Keyaru paused, staring at the room. It was relatively small, with only a bed, a table, and a bookshelf filled with various works of literature: "Way of the Sword and Lie", "Death of the Fortress", "Strategema Absoluta'' and many other works of war craft literature had rested here. But more than that, the healer got disturbed by three empty bottles of wine lying on the floor. "So this is the smell you’ve been trying to hide? The reek of alcohol?"
"Trust me, I couldn’t have given half of my orders without this crap." And now, the great strategist just sounded sad. "What, do you think I don’t care? Father needs results, so here I am, sending the fucking Flare to murder hundreds of thousands. You think my heritage makes my position secure? There are dozens of fanatical retards, who want to unseat me!" The girl spoke, slouching onto her bed. "Have you always been lucid?"
"I still haven’t decided what to do with you." He said, towering over defenseless Norn. Her inquiry left ignored. If she were another arrogant bitch, killing her would be much easier. But as her façade crumbled, the healer found himself in a dire predicament. "Do you hate your sister?"
"Why, yes! I would have her hanged, if not for her magic. She's... wrong. Flare is all that is wrong with this whole world. Gods don’t want us to be smart, compassionate, or determined. They want us to kill each other, until there is nobody left standing." The warlady admitted, taking another bottle of booze. "I hated wine once. I still do. I just hate living even more."
"Trust me, even with no levels, we wouldn’t have stopped murdering each other.” The lad mused, watching the girl struggling with a cork.
“If that’s how you wanna cheer me up, you failed.” Norn smirked, not even resisting the martyr taking away her bottle.
“If so, how about I make your wish come true. I just need Flare, Bullet, and Blade to kill the demon king for me, then… They would all die by my hand."
"Heh, good luck… By the way, what’s even your name?"
"Keyaru. You can forget it. Only one pedo-shithead remembers it." The boy said sorrowfully. "Sometimes, even I can't recall it."
"Congratulations, then. I don’t forget anything. Even when drunk." Norn smirked, leaning her back against the wall. She glanced upwards with a gaze of hopelessness. "Just like I can’t forget John. This idiot got himself killed when I got ambushed by the squirrel-tailed elimination group."
"I’m sorry." Keyaru replied mindlessly.
"No, you’re fucking not. Thanks for not laughing, though." Frankly, Norn felt relieved to have someone listening to her. "I used to beat others so that they would be the ones to suffer instead of me. Now I can't even do that. I'm so damn wasted."
"You never said if you’d like me to murder your sister." The healer pointed and removed the princess’ bottle, before sitting right next to her.
"Why haven’t you already? You probably could’ve choked her in her sleep. You’d have great trouble with Bullet, but from your confidence, I’m ready to conclude that you have a couple of aces in your sleeve." Oh, there's more than just a couple, much, much more.
"I need them alive, at least until they kill the demon king. Then, I’ll take on Bullet, Flare, Blade, or whoever remains standing." The hero explained. His joy in this simple human communication was indescribable. Even if it did put his future at risk.
"And for that you let them abuse you?" Hm, of course you know it… "Now, why the hell would you bother with that runaway prick without a throne? Demons don’t even think he’s even strong."
"Power. The one who kills him receives the power of God. And I want it to get my life back."
"You’re either the most ambitious fellow I’ve ever seen, or a hopeless idiot for telling me all of this." At least, Norn got amused enough to relax. "So… What is my place in your little ploy?"
"None. You continue looking for our target, pushing the frontlines, and I keep my pawns alive until they’ve done their task."
"Pawns? They rape you!" The younger princess exclaimed. Wait, does she really care?
"Victory comes with a price. You know that better than anyone else." Keyaru spoke decisively, clenching his fist.
"Then, let’s make a deal. You’ll be my eyes and ears at Flare’s side, aside from Bullet. You’ll track every trace and every sign of your target and share them with me every time we’re alone. Wherever he’s hiding, we’ll find him and you’ll have your victory."
"Excuse you, princess, but a deal is a double-sided pact. And you offer me what I’d eventually get either way. What do I receive?"
"I won’t reveal your secret."
"No, you won’t. Because I can make you forget about this conversation in a matter of seconds." The healer shrugged. That wasn’t even a treat, just a fact. “It’s not easy taking prisoners for experimenting with my power, so be careful, otherwise you’ll become my cute little guinea pig.”
"You little shit!" Norn chuckled, punching Keyaru in the ribs. But when her small fist collided with a wall of bones, it was the lad’s turn to smirk. "What’re you even made of? Fine, I have a better idea!" With that said, Norn rose to her feet and started... undressing.
"Are you that desperate?" Keyaru mocked the girl, as she put off her long, impractical cape. Why would anyone need a cape without a rune of control on it to begin with?
"Shut up and drop your rags! I’m giving you only one chance to accept my proposition." Norn declared, carelessly dropping all of her white stuff on the table. Was she drunk? Anxious? Hazed? All at once?
"Fine, but you won’t find me clean enough for your tastes." The Hero of Healing noted, taking off his robe.
"Heh, I can work with that." The princess smiled upon seeing Keyaru’s mighty muscles. Not some bulky pieces of meat, but a perfection worthy of immortalization in marble, with a few dirt stains which could be easily overlooked. "Now, show me how you treat my sister." With everything out of the way, except for her boots, Norn too appeared in all her naked greatness. Although she lacked physical activity and her left shoulder was lower than her right one, hundreds of men would fight over the right to share a bed with the warlady. Keyaru wasn’t among them, he... was above.
"As you wish." The youngster said, hugging his new accomplice. One hand on the back, the other gripped a buttock. Then… "Auf, auf!" The lad barked, tossing the girl on the bed.
"H-hey, this is not how… Ah!.." Whatever the genius girl spoke was of no importance now. Keyaru violently spread her legs and stared at the pink pubic hair. With Flare constantly shaving that area, this was the first time he saw it this way. But not too obsessive about them, the lad stuck out his tongue and started licking the princess’ labia. But just that would be boring, right?
"N-n-nh… Yeah…" The hero poked two of his fingers into the narrow meaty path while his mouth caressed the protruding clitoris. With every second, Norn’s sweet moans grew louder and louder; her fingers cut inside Keyaru’s red hair, and she wouldn’t release him. The man was overwhelmed with arousal. He finally had a chance to have some fun in his wretched, distorted life. The lad no longer smelled herbal perfumes; he was breathing in the smell of a woman, daring and brave.
But the hero quickly got bored with just giving. He dashed forth, his face now buried in her chest, as the tongue licked it all the way from nipples to the neck. Keyaru’s burly penis rubbed against Norn’s pubis, wetly rustling in the process.
"So, a princess with a peasant. How would your father react?" The healer mocked the girl, as his phallus slowly made his way through.
"I don’t give a fuck. Now you’re my charming prince, and I don’t care about what he, or you, at this point, think about it." The warlady responded, jumping over Keyaru’s hips. The rod went easily since Norn wasn’t a virgin by the moment.
"Careful, I’m still stronger than you and your entire army," The boy smirked, biting the strategist’s ear in the process.
"Well, I… Ah!.. I’m your only chance to get laid… properly!"
"Fair enough."
And so, Keyaru made his start. His hips shook, impaling Norn’s insides. That hot and humid feeling made the boy feel dizzy, as the princess overtook the initiative. Her playful fingers scratched the hero’s back; her lips left crimson marks; her eyes never missed a single moment of the lad’s delight.
Norn wasn't just looking for quick sex; that wasn’t truly part of the pact. All she wanted was some warmth, a connection to the same broken soul, a new addiction that the strategist would lose herself in. For both of them, that was nothing and everything at the same time. A quiet haven in their hellish lives.
Keyaru was pushed to his back by the younger princess, her hips raised and descended, swaying and ravaging. Her tongue now coyly played with the lad’s areolas. With all of her wisdom, Norn never managed to build a long-lasting relationship. Her intelligence didn’t help her in reforming the kingdom. She lacked love and leverage in her life, and, if lucky, Keyaru could give her both, and even more. She knew people and their ways, and that one was a dancing star, destined to forever change the world. Norn wanted that youngster for herself, craved to pave his path to greatness, to reap the fruits of their mutual labor. And she would start it with an orgasm.
…
Keyaruga woke up to Setsuna snuggling with him. Her charming face could be overwhelmed only by her cute sniffle. Even though the sun hadn’t even risen, that awakening felt better than any previous one. On that fateful day, the Hero of Healing may have signed a contract with a demon, but he never regretted it even once. The man had just enough time to close his eyes and return to the kingdom of dreams. However, for better or worse, this time he was met with just a void.
Aside from heroes, the Kingdom of Jioral had other formidable carriers of its will at its disposal. In particular, the Three Champions. Mighty entities, although not blessed by the deities with infinite potential, could challenge even some of the god-chosen.
Organ Trist, better known as "Hawkeye", a man with an empyrean prudent gaze in his amber eyes, capable of much, both in archery and in close combat. Martin Chadian, "Spellbane", one of the most prominent battlemages of his generation, who would put down more than seven hundred demons single-handedly if not stopped beforehand. `Bloodbringer’s` real name was a mystery almost nobody succeeded in entangling. Most who did, though, were later found with their throats slit. The only thing that was clear about him was his allegiance to the Faran church and deep knowledge of the perverted and twisted arts of blood sorcery — in the first world, he (if he was truly a man) was apparently defeated by the hands of the Tenth Hero. His place was taken by Gard the Windbreak, Gryphon Rider, the strongest among the airborne knights of the Ashlam Republic, the state which led an unending war against Franrachia, the domain of Crimson Dragons, for control over their narrow fertile mountain valleys.
But even among those monsters, there was another who shone brighter than most. Someone more insidious and vile. Norn Clatalissa Jioral, the second princess and the younger sister of Flare. Even though she had no fighting skills whatsoever, this apparently innocent girl was a genius of battle strategy. So much so that by her seventeenth birthday, the young warlady had already architected the destruction of Confederation of Demons. The very same person who the exhausted Hero of Healing was now dreaming about.
It happened half a year before the end of that timeline, half a year prior to the demon queen’s demise. At this point, the young martyr had long since regained his self-awareness, yet he made no attempt to flee from his cruel doom, or murder his three tormentors with his "healing" touch. If he failed, the three "heroes" would find another way to break him, and gods, were they not resourceful in this? But even if not, the lad’s ruined life would not come back either way. Seeing his only option was to acquire the Philosopher’s Stone, the supposed addict made his way through the barren rocky wasteland. The southern lands of the demonic kingdom were harsh and infertile, but at least the snowy winter never claimed these territories.
"Hm, at least they’re not looking." The Hero of Healing muttered, accessing his current state. The night after the long journey was not that cold, but he was left without shelter, to Bullet’s deepest regret. At this point, the black gunner was getting more and more unrestrained, so Flare had to keep him away from Keyaru somehow. Still, their victim didn’t mind being kept away from the witch or her blonde sadistic hound, Blade. He warmed up his body with exercises. The hero would punch rocks, kick trees to the point of uprooting them, slay monsters for food and experience, and even sometimes take prisoners from hostile patrols to test the limit of his powers. A normal man would not endure these trials, but if something went wrong, Keyaru could always cast his innate healing on himself. During his training, the youngster had remembered every bone, every cartilage, every vein, artery, every organ and muscle fiber, their functions, and how to make them better. Even if something gets wrong, and time travel takes away all of his gained abilities, the extensive knowledge must remain. Without it, no matter how high his level gets, that wouldn’t do any good. Otherwise, having enough erudition would turn even the most desperate situation into a spectacular victory.
"Stealing others' memories can only get me so far." Keyaru deadpanned, breaking a tall tree in half with his shin. Practice in all combat and survival arts, as well as discipline and focus. Take any of them away, and the hope for a better life will be lost. Even if divine healing was unable to ease his mental strain in any way.
…
The four heroes ventured mostly on their feet. This was not always the case, but the destruction of their carriage and having their horses killed once changed party’s priorities. And while Flare was burdened only by Vanargand, Blade by Ragnarok, and Bullet by Taslam, Keyaru carried all the other stuff in a massive backpack on his shoulders. Cosmetics, preserved food, water, uncountable priceless elixirs, and they had it all carried by a docile flesh golem. Fortunately for the latter, even if he was only carrying the luggage, all the energy of the fiends murdered by other heroes fueled him as well, so now his level has gotten quite high. Alas, with no means to check, the martyr had to rely only on his feelings.
It’s been two months since the party went that far into the demon domains. They were always more of a sabotage and reconnaissance group than a battle unit. Although strong, with no support from the main forces, the four heroes were not supposed to fight armies. Yet they did. Sometimes, killing hundreds in the process, sometimes fleeing as fast as they could. A year ago, right before Kinacrith, the capital of Confederation, fell, the party was ambushed by Gramgrim, the elite division of the demon king. But that is a story for another day. Now, they barely had any provisions from the main army, and that put a toil on them.
"Damn this dump! Damn this waste! Damn these shitty demons!" Flare cursed, as she barely moved her feet through that stony land. "No food, no water, not even a fucking river to take a bath in! I am... at my limit. Hey, Bullet! Are you sure this is the right place?"
"Yes, certainly." The Hero of Cannon replied stoically. "Please, calm down. Otherwise, your hysteria might bring the enemy to us. I wouldn’t like to lose our last supplies to our foe." Even though sometimes Flare felt like she was tending to psychotic children, now it was the giant who tried to reason with the princess. After all, he had experience with raising kids in his church in Eldoran. If not for what he did to them, he could have been called a kind man. But he raped the boys, brainwashed them, and then murdered most of the kids to "preserve their beauty for ages to come." Those who survived his “graduation” became agents of Bullet’s influence, his eyes and ears.
"What does this Norn think of herself? She could’ve long since wiped the slate clean, but no, go there, kill him, blow up this, do that!" The sorceress’ dissatisfaction with her sister’s plans was as clear as day. And someone shared this feeling.
"Yeah! We’re heroes, not a band of hobos! We should bask in the glory, and not feed the mosquitoes!" Blade raised her voice. That androphobic blonde lesbian, a disgrace to the swordsman's title, never shared her thoughts, unless they coincided with the princess’.
At the end of the day, though, if not for Keyaru’s healing and Bullet’s craftsmanship, the party would have perished. But even so, they were stressed and tired. After all, not every problem can be solved by brute force. Flare was left without the means to keep her skin clean. Blade could no longer get a girl or two to rape, and the princess would remain out of her reach forever, so she had to settle on... well, on Keyaru in a dress as a temporary replacement. That often, if not always, ended quite bloodily. I will never forgive you for trumping on my man’s pride. I will make you submit to your nature, you cursed woman!
"Hey, Bullet!" Freia spoke, spotting a cloud of dust up ahead. "Are those your "boys"?"
"Not at all. If anything, I taught my kiddies to be discreet. That could be our enemies." The gunner grabbed his massive weapon from his back. In the heart of the enemy’s territory, imprudence could mean only death. After all, why would regular soldiers aid the mighty heroes instead of pushing the frontlines? Also, that force looked like everything but Bullet’s agents. The latter were small in numbers, and would secretly deliver a provision of supplies once a month. And those lines of spears looked too imposing to bring hope.
"Ha-ha-ha! So, you're coming straight at us? Go on, fucking filth! I will incinerate you all!" Flare gripped her legendary staff, filling it with pyrokinetic energy. Three heroes had a desperate resolve to kill or die in battle. However, their expectations were crushed when they saw a palanquin. Or, rather, the one who sat in it. "Norn? What are you doing here?" Yes, these soldiers belonged to the Order of the Holy Lance. The personal guard of the second princess.
Just like Flare, the warlady had pink hair. They inherited it from their late mother. Even though it was a barren rocky wasteland, the strategist had no trace of dirt or fatigue on herself, unlike her battered sister. Not only did she look beautiful, her emerald eyes scintillated with wisdom and intelligence. Princess Norn, the scourge of a hundred demonic tribes.
"Is this how you greet me, sis? How cruel, and here I thought I’d bring you a present personally!" Said the warlady, with nothing but derision in her sweet voice.
"You know, I don’t like it when you poke your nose everywhere you can."
"Heh." Norn dismissively smirked at her sister’s words. "And I love it! Seeing your sour face brings joy to my bitter heart, my dear Flare." The relationship between the two princesses couldn’t be farther from at least normal. They deeply hated each other, and only a miracle could bring them back together. "Now, we don’t have much time. Oh well, gotta spoil a surprise! We’ve taken Tarion, the major city on a crossroad for supply lines. Now, it’s our foothold and logistical center. This is where we’re heading. Come on."
Flare, Blade, and Bullet now stood with their eyes wide open. A long suffocating moment had passed before they could exhale with relief. The time of the hardship of heroes has passed, with Jioral taking over the hold in the area. Except for one of them, of course.
"Thank you, Norn! Now I can finally take a bath every day!" The pink-haired witch exclaimed, getting inside the armored carriage with two large raptors pulling it.
"Oh yeah, I too must express my gratitude… to Bullet Hashlant." With but a single nod, the strategist completely dismissed her older sister. Not that the latter cared anymore. "If not for your data about their maps, the details about the demonic tribes, their powers, their "cute pets", and their positions, my victory would be a little bit more taxing." Norn meant what she said. She always had at least twenty variations of a single event in her head. But, despite all this, she could respect the big black scout. At least when it came to his speciality.
"Did you really do it all by yourself.?" Blade wondered, her restless eyes jumped from the younger princess to the gunner. After all, who would suspect this mad machine of cannonball barrages to be a competent spy?
"Oh, Blade. This is actually the primary job of the advance units, like ours." The man explained, and made her open her mouth upon the revelation. Where have you been all these three years? "Either way, a blind army is a dead army. This is why I used all of my reconnaissance skills and pulled some strings. And dear princess Norn used my reports to the best of her abilities." Yes, this is why they suffered. To provide this little bitch with comprehensive data.
"I appreciate your flattery, but we should get going." The warlady said, watching the last "hero" get into the carriage. Keyaru felt her eyes, her smirk. And that filled him with nothing but chills.
…
Tarion was a good place. A city, erected in the fertile valley, served both as a granary for that region and a trading post of utmost importance. At least it was like that in the past. Now, inside the walls, only death prospers. There were piles of rotting corpses everywhere you looked. Jioral’s soldiers burned them, but it wasn’t enough to contain the nauseating stench of death. Humans, demons, demi-humans, cattle, all became part of grotesque heaps of flesh. If anything, it wasn’t Jioral’s territory. It belonged to flies and maggots.
Norn was the first to descend to the ground, with the heroes to follow. Her smirk never faded upon seeing that atrocity. Rather, she was actually pleased with herself.
"By the way, I don’t suggest you drink from the wells. We’ve poisoned them." The warlady shrugged, as if it was but a game. "I think we’ll have them cleaned in a week or so."
"Poisoned?" Flare shuddered, as her hand tried to cover her nose. It didn’t help.
"Demons may be strong, but damn, are they a dense race! To have such a city and no protection over their water supplies? We didn’t even have to ram the gates!" Norn took pride in her work. No matter how cruel or inhumane her strategies may have been, she always had her victory in the end. And although the casualties on her side were always minimal, soldiers hated the younger princess more than everyone else.
"Why would you do this? Killing them all? Isn’t that... unfair?" The terrified swordswoman asked on their way to the headquarters.
"And is having your fucking gilded junk heal your wounds fair?" For a moment, the strategist’s mask fell off, and Blade witnessed her wrath. "Listen here. Two weeks of a siege, and we have an entire city under our control. Would you like me to breach the walls, taking district after district, warding off the reinforcements, while I would lose hundreds, if not thousands, of my men in the process? If not, then shut the fuck up and do what you’re told!"
"Gulp…" The blond swordswoman could do nothing but stare at the girl, too brutal, too fiendish to be likable, but also too competent to disregard her ways.
"And no, I did not kill them all." Norn pointed out, returning her usual innocent smile. "We do have a few prisoners for interrogation. You may later thank Bullet for the list." The warlady spoke joyfully, looking at her sister. "You know, I thought about letting you rest a bit, but this is such a good time for that! Flare, we have to strengthen our position here, so I have a task for you." The sorceress had nothing but a bad feeling about this. She wasn’t alone at that, though, and the prospect of losing that foothold scared the heroes even more.
"Should I offer my help in strengthening defense lines? I could provide covering fire with my cannon." Bullet’s words were met with a couple of nods from the princess, as they finally reached the headquarters. Inside, eight men discussed the plans, including Arian Cryleth, the head of the family and the strongest swordsman of Jioral, since Kureha had long since perished. Norn smirked, and that was not a fortunate sign.
"That’s a good idea, Bullet, but no." The warlady replied, slouching on her chair, foot to foot. "That would be stupid. We must uphold the onslaught, not get stuck in defense. This is why…" With a couple of claps, the strategist summoned a man from upstairs. He was clad in clothes made of fur and leather belts; his scarred face testified to his resolve. In the left hand he held a long spear, in the right — a helmet with a mask and sun-goggles made from dragon hide and membranes, which could cover all of his head. Strangely enough, he proudly carried a cut-off head of a white-haired demon with red scales for skin.
"My name is Gard the Windbreak." The warrior introduced himself before bowing before Flare. "Allow me to offer my service to you, Your Highness."
"Are you… that gryphon rider?" The magician wondered, leaning on her staff. She had no such privilege as a simple chair, to Norn’s delight.
"I am. Lady Norn instructed me to take you on the night flies…"
"Let me take it from here!" The warlady was now annoyed with Gard’s slow talk and thus interrupted him. "This man will take you on a tour above the hostile settlements. You know, cities, villages, that sort. And when he does, I want you to do your magical mumba-umba and blow them up! What do you call it? Purge?"
"Purgatory! Seventh circle!" Flare angrily replied to Norn’s mocking.
"Shut up, you arrogant slut!" This is how it always went. Boosted by numerous victories, the warlady’s position allowed her to safely scold her sister. Even if the Hero of Magic was older. "Can you handle two, no, three cities per day?" Norn asked, to the heroes’ shock.
"I… I can, but why?.. Why do you need me to?.." Flare wavered. That was a rare sight to see. Blade trembled, and Bullet just stood with his arms crossed. Gard paid no attention to them, whispering to the severed head. From the looks of it, the gryphon rider seemed to be just as insane as the Hero of Cannon. And Norn… she stood up from her chair and graciously approached her sister... just to grab her by the collar.
"Because I want them dead! All of them! Men, women, boys, girls, elderly — they must burn! All, no exception! Thousands upon thousands of corpses! Don’t pretend you care, you heartless bitch! I know you better than everyone! I know... you’ll like it!" And she's so right. All that time, Keyaru kept his distance just enough to hear everything, but not enough to catch anyone’s eye.
"But Norn!.."
"Are you, by chance… defying me, sister?" The terrifying girl asked, moving her lips closer to Flare’s ear. "You’re nothing but a walking, shitting cannon, and if you fail to fulfill your only function, then… you’re fucking useless, sister!" The Hero of Magic trembled with fear upon hearing these words. After all, these were her own words.
"Y-yes, Norn…" In the end, the sorceress obediently lowered her head. With that finished, the warlady tapped her sister’s back. "Go-go-go, time is money!"
"Let us proceed, Your Highness." Gard spoke, with Flare approaching him. "Looks like I failed to introduce you to Hiseki. He’s been my "friend" since…" Having to deal with another psycho made the magician so bitter that she bit her lip to the point of bleeding. And Keyaru could do nothing but smirk upon seeing that.
"General Arian, gather your men and wait for me in the city hall. You, rookie, show our two heroes the best dwellings we have here. And you…" Norn finally pointed at Keyaru. "…are staying with me."
Although surprised, neither Bullet nor Blade had any more vigor to quarrel, so they took their leave, along with all the other men. The backpack one lad carried on his own took three knights to even raise it from the floor. The room got empty. The door closed. And then…
"So, did you like the show?" Norn addressed Keyaru, slowly walking toward the martyr with her confident gait. "Something is wrong with you. I thought you were just a junkie, but your glee betrayed you."
"Dru… gs…" This was the only response the martyr was supposed to give. Being so close to the warlady, the lad could smell her. He felt the smell of herbal perfumes, but it was too pungent to be pleasant. This is how you hide your reek.
"Don’t try to fool me! My sister may be an imbecile, but imagine what she would do, if I sa…" She did not finish the sentence, as the hero grabbed her by the neck and lifted the girl above the ground with only one hand.
"You won’t." Keyaru growled, tightening the grip. She was scary, but for someone who had walked through hell and back, she was but an obstacle. "What did you expect me to do? To shit my pants? Or beg not to tell anyone? I can kill you right here and now."
"Kha… Ha-ha… Ha… Haa…" Norn, in turn… laughed. Even without air, she laughed! "Do it!.. I’m… so fucking done with it!.." The princess wasn’t scared either. Desperate, rather. She didn’t even try to resist, not that it’d make any difference. So the hero decided to release her. "Khem-khan… Haa… Why?.. You could’ve ended me here."
"We can use each other. Flare butchered my life, just like she did with yours." I know, I’ve seen it in her memories. "That’s why you want her dead."
"Kha… You…” At that point, the genius calculated the risk. With the mask of an addict shattered, Keyaru looked confident and determined. Strong and… even somehow enticing. “Follow me."
Princess Norn, ultimately, reached a decision. The latter took a door downstairs. She wasn’t even afraid to show her back to the young man.
"Many have tried to kill me, but you’re the first to actually let me live. Your indecision may cost you dearly." The warlady warned, opening a large wooden door, scribbled with different runes of protection.
"You can’t hurt me. Not more than your sister ." Keyaru paused, staring at the room. It was relatively small, with only a bed, a table, and a bookshelf filled with various works of literature: "Way of the Sword and Lie", "Death of the Fortress", "Strategema Absoluta'' and many other works of war craft literature had rested here. But more than that, the healer got disturbed by three empty bottles of wine lying on the floor. "So this is the smell you’ve been trying to hide? The reek of alcohol?"
"Trust me, I couldn’t have given half of my orders without this crap." And now, the great strategist just sounded sad. "What, do you think I don’t care? Father needs results, so here I am, sending the fucking Flare to murder hundreds of thousands. You think my heritage makes my position secure? There are dozens of fanatical retards, who want to unseat me!" The girl spoke, slouching onto her bed. "Have you always been lucid?"
"I still haven’t decided what to do with you." He said, towering over defenseless Norn. Her inquiry left ignored. If she were another arrogant bitch, killing her would be much easier. But as her façade crumbled, the healer found himself in a dire predicament. "Do you hate your sister?"
"Why, yes! I would have her hanged, if not for her magic. She's... wrong. Flare is all that is wrong with this whole world. Gods don’t want us to be smart, compassionate, or determined. They want us to kill each other, until there is nobody left standing." The warlady admitted, taking another bottle of booze. "I hated wine once. I still do. I just hate living even more."
"Trust me, even with no levels, we wouldn’t have stopped murdering each other.” The lad mused, watching the girl struggling with a cork.
“If that’s how you wanna cheer me up, you failed.” Norn smirked, not even resisting the martyr taking away her bottle.
“If so, how about I make your wish come true. I just need Flare, Bullet, and Blade to kill the demon king for me, then… They would all die by my hand."
"Heh, good luck… By the way, what’s even your name?"
"Keyaru. You can forget it. Only one pedo-shithead remembers it." The boy said sorrowfully. "Sometimes, even I can't recall it."
"Congratulations, then. I don’t forget anything. Even when drunk." Norn smirked, leaning her back against the wall. She glanced upwards with a gaze of hopelessness. "Just like I can’t forget John. This idiot got himself killed when I got ambushed by the squirrel-tailed elimination group."
"I’m sorry." Keyaru replied mindlessly.
"No, you’re fucking not. Thanks for not laughing, though." Frankly, Norn felt relieved to have someone listening to her. "I used to beat others so that they would be the ones to suffer instead of me. Now I can't even do that. I'm so damn wasted."
"You never said if you’d like me to murder your sister." The healer pointed and removed the princess’ bottle, before sitting right next to her.
"Why haven’t you already? You probably could’ve choked her in her sleep. You’d have great trouble with Bullet, but from your confidence, I’m ready to conclude that you have a couple of aces in your sleeve." Oh, there's more than just a couple, much, much more.
"I need them alive, at least until they kill the demon king. Then, I’ll take on Bullet, Flare, Blade, or whoever remains standing." The hero explained. His joy in this simple human communication was indescribable. Even if it did put his future at risk.
"And for that you let them abuse you?" Hm, of course you know it… "Now, why the hell would you bother with that runaway prick without a throne? Demons don’t even think he’s even strong."
"Power. The one who kills him receives the power of God. And I want it to get my life back."
"You’re either the most ambitious fellow I’ve ever seen, or a hopeless idiot for telling me all of this." At least, Norn got amused enough to relax. "So… What is my place in your little ploy?"
"None. You continue looking for our target, pushing the frontlines, and I keep my pawns alive until they’ve done their task."
"Pawns? They rape you!" The younger princess exclaimed. Wait, does she really care?
"Victory comes with a price. You know that better than anyone else." Keyaru spoke decisively, clenching his fist.
"Then, let’s make a deal. You’ll be my eyes and ears at Flare’s side, aside from Bullet. You’ll track every trace and every sign of your target and share them with me every time we’re alone. Wherever he’s hiding, we’ll find him and you’ll have your victory."
"Excuse you, princess, but a deal is a double-sided pact. And you offer me what I’d eventually get either way. What do I receive?"
"I won’t reveal your secret."
"No, you won’t. Because I can make you forget about this conversation in a matter of seconds." The healer shrugged. That wasn’t even a treat, just a fact. “It’s not easy taking prisoners for experimenting with my power, so be careful, otherwise you’ll become my cute little guinea pig.”
"You little shit!" Norn chuckled, punching Keyaru in the ribs. But when her small fist collided with a wall of bones, it was the lad’s turn to smirk. "What’re you even made of? Fine, I have a better idea!" With that said, Norn rose to her feet and started... undressing.
"Are you that desperate?" Keyaru mocked the girl, as she put off her long, impractical cape. Why would anyone need a cape without a rune of control on it to begin with?
"Shut up and drop your rags! I’m giving you only one chance to accept my proposition." Norn declared, carelessly dropping all of her white stuff on the table. Was she drunk? Anxious? Hazed? All at once?
"Fine, but you won’t find me clean enough for your tastes." The Hero of Healing noted, taking off his robe.
"Heh, I can work with that." The princess smiled upon seeing Keyaru’s mighty muscles. Not some bulky pieces of meat, but a perfection worthy of immortalization in marble, with a few dirt stains which could be easily overlooked. "Now, show me how you treat my sister." With everything out of the way, except for her boots, Norn too appeared in all her naked greatness. Although she lacked physical activity and her left shoulder was lower than her right one, hundreds of men would fight over the right to share a bed with the warlady. Keyaru wasn’t among them, he... was above.
"As you wish." The youngster said, hugging his new accomplice. One hand on the back, the other gripped a buttock. Then… "Auf, auf!" The lad barked, tossing the girl on the bed.
"H-hey, this is not how… Ah!.." Whatever the genius girl spoke was of no importance now. Keyaru violently spread her legs and stared at the pink pubic hair. With Flare constantly shaving that area, this was the first time he saw it this way. But not too obsessive about them, the lad stuck out his tongue and started licking the princess’ labia. But just that would be boring, right?
"N-n-nh… Yeah…" The hero poked two of his fingers into the narrow meaty path while his mouth caressed the protruding clitoris. With every second, Norn’s sweet moans grew louder and louder; her fingers cut inside Keyaru’s red hair, and she wouldn’t release him. The man was overwhelmed with arousal. He finally had a chance to have some fun in his wretched, distorted life. The lad no longer smelled herbal perfumes; he was breathing in the smell of a woman, daring and brave.
But the hero quickly got bored with just giving. He dashed forth, his face now buried in her chest, as the tongue licked it all the way from nipples to the neck. Keyaru’s burly penis rubbed against Norn’s pubis, wetly rustling in the process.
"So, a princess with a peasant. How would your father react?" The healer mocked the girl, as his phallus slowly made his way through.
"I don’t give a fuck. Now you’re my charming prince, and I don’t care about what he, or you, at this point, think about it." The warlady responded, jumping over Keyaru’s hips. The rod went easily since Norn wasn’t a virgin by the moment.
"Careful, I’m still stronger than you and your entire army," The boy smirked, biting the strategist’s ear in the process.
"Well, I… Ah!.. I’m your only chance to get laid… properly!"
"Fair enough."
And so, Keyaru made his start. His hips shook, impaling Norn’s insides. That hot and humid feeling made the boy feel dizzy, as the princess overtook the initiative. Her playful fingers scratched the hero’s back; her lips left crimson marks; her eyes never missed a single moment of the lad’s delight.
Norn wasn't just looking for quick sex; that wasn’t truly part of the pact. All she wanted was some warmth, a connection to the same broken soul, a new addiction that the strategist would lose herself in. For both of them, that was nothing and everything at the same time. A quiet haven in their hellish lives.
Keyaru was pushed to his back by the younger princess, her hips raised and descended, swaying and ravaging. Her tongue now coyly played with the lad’s areolas. With all of her wisdom, Norn never managed to build a long-lasting relationship. Her intelligence didn’t help her in reforming the kingdom. She lacked love and leverage in her life, and, if lucky, Keyaru could give her both, and even more. She knew people and their ways, and that one was a dancing star, destined to forever change the world. Norn wanted that youngster for herself, craved to pave his path to greatness, to reap the fruits of their mutual labor. And she would start it with an orgasm.
…
Keyaruga woke up to Setsuna snuggling with him. Her charming face could be overwhelmed only by her cute sniffle. Even though the sun hadn’t even risen, that awakening felt better than any previous one. On that fateful day, the Hero of Healing may have signed a contract with a demon, but he never regretted it even once. The man had just enough time to close his eyes and return to the kingdom of dreams. However, for better or worse, this time he was met with just a void.
