”Beyond the shadows where the Visitor cannot see…” ~Schrodie, the Gatekeeper

  Smyl woke up to a bed he vaguely recognized. The walls of the room were made of rough stones, brimming with Nightmarish meiyal. They didn’t hide the desire to crush him to a pulp, but for whatever reason, they stayed in place and acted like normal walls. As long as he ignored the faint whispers coming from them, asking him to slit his throat, he could consider them normal.

  If not for the luxuriant furniture of bronze and silver, garnished by cloths of red and gold, the room would’ve fit a dungeon cell for the mentally challenged. His memories cleared at the same time that his vision restored.

  He’d been here before.

  A soft cry echoed from one of the two doors in his room. A cry so far away from agony or despair, that it was closer to the sweet, high, rhythmic tones of pleasure. It had undoubtedly come from a woman, who was currently in the middle of being ravaged deeply.

  “You, take me from behind,” said the woman in the other room. She sounded desperate for air, but not caring to breathe. A few seconds later, her moans become more ecstatic. Loud, pleasurable, uncaring for anyone else. Smyl could hear from where he was the sound of fleshes plopping into each other, followed by wet, raunchy noises.

  “You, come here.” The command wasn’t for him, but someone else in the room. A moment later, the woman’s moans became muffled.

  The noises became louder and louder, filled with grunts of men who took pleasure in the woman. Smyl could do nothing except to submit to the off-hand ecstasy seducing his ears. His legs urged him out of bed and his feet started walking. Slowly, noiseless like a shadow and curious as a cat, he peeked into the crevice of his door.

  Fellazzel engaged with three other men in a melting display of pleasure.

  She rode on top of a canintine while a felintine took her from behind. A large, muscular, pureblooded orc was grabbing her head, pressing down her dog ears while using her skull to voraciously thrust into her throat. Her straight, raven hair flowed like a raging wave.

  The canintine faunel was fully out of it, letting the men use her however they wanted. Her throat bulged with every thrust, her moans making gurgling sounds as spit and tears flowed down her face. Her ass and breasts bounced in rhythm, the skin red with all the slapping and biting that had been done to them. Her arms flailed like loose strings as the men treated her like a pig in a spit roast.

  But despite the raging frustration welling up between Smyl’s legs, he caught sight of the orc. The brute’s eyes were blank, colorless, and, despite his lively grunts, he wore the stoic expression of the dead.

  Smyl thought his stomach lurched out of his mouth at the same time as Fellazzel and her necrotic partners reached their climax. The former General Sky Knight returned to his bed in a daze, his urges completely gone.

  There was silence, except for the faunel’s heavy breathing coming from the other room. After a while, the door opened.

  “I wouldn’t have minded if you joined,” said Fellazzel as she casually entered her son’s room. She was undressed, sweaty, and oozing with the smell of sexual essence. A faint shine still lingered between her legs and the edges of her mouth.

  “Another one wouldn’t hurt,” she said, licking her lips suggestively.

  “You’re a sick woman.”

  Fellazzel smirked, taking a goblet of wine from her Spatiera. The simple Meiyal Art, through the mastery of this faunel, was much larger and smoother when compared to any Iristan practitioner Smyl had ever known. Even Katherine’s seemed pale in comparison.

  “Those Iristan morals have rubbed off on you. You’re like one of them now.”

  Smyl couldn’t deny the truth of her words.

  “Well, it was bound to happen. You did grow up with them.” She took a chair opposite Smyl, casually crossing her legs closed but not before showing her son her entirety. She took a sip, with eyes urging him to take her, not even caring to get dressed. “You can’t stay there anymore, and you can’t change like we do, either.”

  Smyl fought his urges, but he couldn’t take his eyes away from Fellazzel. The only thing helping him was the knowledge that this woman was his mother. But that was the problem; she had never treated him like a son, and she had done nothing motherly for him except to give birth.

  Fellazzel on the other hand, had put her intentions as bare as she was. She wanted to take him, but she wanted his consent. Her lips curved into a smile as she shifted her legs and shoulders so teasingly. Her curves were simply alluring, and the perkiness of her breasts openly offered sweet promises.

  Any other man would be insane not to take her hints.

  “Do you know why I never Tethered with anyone?” Fellazzel started. “Because I love giving birth to children. Those three back there? They were your half-brothers. Heroes from another era. The only reason I agreed to help Alphazzel was so I could get them back from Befall. You have more half-siblings, Smyl. Sisters and brothers. And I love you all.”

  “What happened to him?” Smyl asked, desperately gripping on something to keep himself sane. “Alphazzel, I mean.”

  “Gone,” said the canintine faunel, shifting her legs once more. “Frein absorbed his core; he’s never coming back. Not only did the Visitor survive integrating with Zerax’thum’s Fragment, he also has two faunels now.”

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  “He asked you to help.”

  “And I did! Why do you think you’re here and not rotting in a dungeon somewhere? I even assassinated a Vyndivalian Lord Knight for him. But that Xiv Arcturus is really resilient. I had to give up one of my experimental subjects for that, you know? And what did I gain for it? Nothing.”

  “He asked you to fight with us,” Smyl clarified. “Not to send your goons to do your work for you.”

  “I’m not setting foot in Irista Nation, Smyl. Not while your father’s alive. Believe it or not, I still love him. But I love you more.”

  Smyl swallowed hard. The way Fellazzel was seducing him clouded his train of thought. The canintine faunel finished her drink and slowly made her approach, like a lover smoothing her way onto his lap.

  Her hands held his chest, tracing them slowly to his shoulders. She leaned on him and softly whispered, “I can hear your desires so clearly, Smyl. Forget everything for now and just take me.”

  He could feel her pressing against his crotch, grinding so eagerly despite his trousers. Smyl struggled within himself, his desires fighting against his mortal morals.

  “This is wrong,” he said weakly, his own hips responding to her, despite his objection.

  “It doesn’t matter, Smyl.” Fellazzel moaned as she took his hands and pressed them onto her breasts. Smyl’s fingers dug into her flesh instantly, sending a wave of pleasure to both of them. “You were mine. You came from me. Forget what they taught you and return to me. I’ll make you mine again. I’m the Faunel of Love and Material Things. And I love you so, so much.”

  She pressed her lips against his. Smyl could feel her tongue so eagerly tasting every corner of his mouth, sucking his saliva and replacing them with her own. His hands moved, finding a firm grip of flesh around her hips as they continued to hump each other through his clothes.

  As soon as he gave in, Fellazzel quickly undressed him and they both succumbed into a maddening exchange of heat and passion. He let his desires consume him, taking the faunel with every available part of her body. From her mouth, her breasts, her armpits, her legs, her thighs, and finally taking her inside and behind and anywhere else he could violate her.

  He stopped counting the number of times they had done it after ten, just drowning in Fellazzel’s screams and moans of pleasure. He took her again whenever she thought it was over, despite his own fatigue. And in response, she would try to fight back. They fought for dominance through the pleasure and ravaged each other without restraint.

  Fellazzel was over him, grinding on him, when they started talking again.

  “You’re mine now, Smyl,” she said, her voice breaking into moans with every move.

  Smyl raised his hips and toppled her over dangerously, her head hanging on the edge of the bed. He penetrated her with all his might, his reckless movements carrying her hips in the air. Her breasts bounced rhythmically, his bite marks so evident that they were almost bleeding.

  He reached his climax inside her once again, and this time, finally, they stopped to rest. His thoughts flew mindlessly in the air, blank and dazed, his ears ringing from a nonexistent pitch.

  Fellazzel crept beside him, her hands finding his forehead and massaging him tenderly.

  “You’re mine forever now, Smyl,” she said. She started licking his face. “I can’t wait for you to give me another child.”

  A thought came over him. Something so out of place, and yet it caught him, and pulled him out of his lust, and pushed him into guilt.

  “I killed Liona,” he said. “I killed my own sister.”

  “Your sacrifice, your guilt, they will haunt you forever, Smyl,” Fellazzel started. She gave him a deep kiss, urging him to forget. With a hand alone, she slowly guided him out of his guilt and into deep pleasure once again. He reached his climax again, making the faunel’s hand wet and sticky with his essence.

  “I will keep you away from them, Smyl.”

  He looked at his arm, now riddled with Fellazzel’s bitemarks. They were glowing with meiyal, her way of telling the world she owned him. He didn’t bother to look, but he knew his whole body was covered with them.

  “What happens now?” he asked.

  Fellazzel took his hand and stuck his fingers in her mouth, the bitemarks shining with meiyal. “Come with me.”

  She pulled two cloaks from her Spatiera and gave one to Smyl. They went out of the room and into a hall of rough stone adorned by meiyal-crafted lights that mimicked torches. Smyl’s legs wobbled and his hips ached, but the softness of the red carpet on his feet helped ease the unpleasantness.

  At the far end of the hallway were giant, arched doors made of steel. They were brimming with meiyal. As Fellazzel came close, the doors opened themselves and gave sight to what seemed to be a portal. The faunel held his hand, and together, they walked through.

  People upon people of different races and species were pinned on the walls of what seemed to be a mountaintop. The peak was hollowed out, and meiyal was used to keep the walls from collapsing. The display before him was as breathtaking as it was eerie.

  These people were still conscious, being barely kept alive by some manipulation of meiyal or another. Their arms spread as if they were kept in place by invisible wires around their wrists. Smyl couldn’t count them all, he couldn’t see them all.

  “We may be missing one Void Mother and one Void Lady, but this many should suffice for our plans,” Fellazzel said. She looked at him and smiled, as if presenting the people as a gift. “Rest and recover. You’re meant for greater things now.”

  “You’ve come, at last.” A voice spoke directly in his head. And by the looks of it, it included Fellazzel.

  The ground rumbled and a thunderous noise echoed. Smyl lost his balance and covered his ears, not even his Siffera could help them from hurting. Wind and dust followed, knocking him over.

  In the skies above, he felt something move, something more than just simply gigantic. He could see scales on what should’ve been the sky slowly descending on him. He feared the worst: getting squashed by a sky made of scales. Just the simple downdraft it emitted was enough to render him immobile.

  Then it stopped.

  The scales slowly moved upward, showing a membrane that moved sideways. It revealed a great eye emitting a faint red glow. It was as if the sky itself had opened its eye and stared down at him with intense interest. The size was indescribably encompassing to say the least. Smyl literally saw himself as a mere speck of dust compared to just its elliptical pupil.

  “Stellar Kielmera,” Fellazzel proclaimed, making a deep bow. Smyl followed hesitantly. “It’s an honor to stand before your presence.”

  “I presume the portal remains hidden from the Gatekeeper?”

  “It took us years, but with our efforts, we’ve made sure that Schrodie can no longer perceive us through any means, including Destiny.”

  “Good. And your mediator?”

  Fellazzel straightened her back and gestured over to Smyl. “My son here will be your guide.”

  “He looks weak,” said Kielmera, his voice too ominous and deep.

  “We were busy,” Fellazzel replied coolly. “He will recover in time.”

  “Then the plan continues,” the Stellar said. “The Gatekeeper could no longer keep us at bay. Zerax’thum cannot directly interfere, and his plans are crumbling down as expected.”

  From the sky, Smyl could see five or more silhouettes starting to fall. The eye’s light made them impossible to perceive properly.

  “Now that Schrolima’folordie is no longer a threat, I’m sending you aid to weaken Brymeia’s defenses.”

  The meiyal intensity coming from those silhouettes was easily overshadowed by the eye in the sky. But even then, Smyl could not help but feel utterly inferior to them. Even Fellazzel’s expression lacked confidence.

  “I await the good news, Fellazzel,” said the eye. “Now that Alphazzel no longer exists, I trust that you will not return to your mother.”

  The faunel refused to reply.

  “Should the alternative be true,” Kielmera continued, his eye returning to the skies. “Know that my wrath will not stop at your death.”

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