The Deal

The explosion had sounded almost a full minute ago, yet still there was nothing. The Hero scoffed, “Amateurs.” If he was raiding the farm, he’d have been pelting down the trail as soon as the way was clear and hitting the defenders by surprise. Instead, the bandits were giving them plenty of time to set up. The Hero nocked a bolt to his crossbow, lifting and aiming down the run the sound had come from.

“Damn, I hate all o’ this waiting.” The two guards the farmers had hired looked nervous, their eyes wide with fear and anxiety, their faces sweaty despite the fact that it was just after dawn and the air was cool. Amateurs as well. They were both tall, burly men in the deep blue and dull red of the guards, caps pulled low over their eyes. They both probably had at least 10 years on him too. But they were just guards. They didn’t have his training, his skills, or his fire. “What’ll we do, Hero?”

“Remember that they’re not here for us,” his voice was measured and calm. The two older men looked at each other, impressed with the steely resolve of the youth before them. “We are incidental; it’s the stones they want. We use that to our advantage. When they come at us, several will try to tie us up while others grab the stones. Ignore them. Kill the ones who go for the boxes, then the others.” He didn’t look at them, didn’t spare much thought for them, His gaze and his focus was all on his crossbow, directed down the bolt, past the barbed head, to where the enemy was coming.

The Hero was shorter than the guards and lean, but his body both strong and agile. His hair was styled into a loose, jaw length affair, and he was clean shaven. His shockingly blue eyes were intense and focused. His strong face was decorated with a stylized arrow tattoo below his chin, another on his forehead. He wore leather armor, reinforced here and there with metal plates, primarily on the boots. The leather had been dyed white and blue, standing out clearly and sharply. A long, slightly curving bladed sword hung on his back. The overall effect was fairly impressive, really. The Guard grunted. “You’re a cool one, Hero. What did you say your name was?”

He grimaced. “I don’t have a name. You can call me Sabre.” First thing he’d done with his reward money from the Wasp Queen was get a new title. “You always talk this much on a job?”

“Here now, I’ll have you know that-“ The big man’s retort was cut off by a chorus of battlecries from around the corner of the run. A group of four men dressed in rough, dark colored leather and sporting ugly iron weapons came around the corner at a run. “Saber, they’re-“The string of the crossbow sang. The lead bandit flew back as the bolt hit him just below the throat, the bloody feathers of its fletching barely protruding; he fell heavily to the ground and did not stir.

Sabre tossed the ranged weapon down, drawing his dully gleaming katana from his back. “I know.” The other thieves were still running, uncaring over their comrades’ plight. Fewer that came back, the bigger the shares for each of them. “Remember the plan.” Wait for them to come. Wait. He didn’t want to wait. He wanted to wade into them with lightning and steel. Avo, he hated bandits. More than anything. Bastards. Killers. Rapists. All of them. And he wanted to punish all of them for that. And for Oakvale. For all he knew, some of these men had been there, all those years ago…

The first one reached them, stupidly running ahead of his fellows, or so it seemed. The guards took the bait, leaping out of the barn to meet him. “Raaah!” Metal clashed as another bandit joined that melee, the third running past the guards and into the barn. He was so intent on the stones; he didn’t see Sabre step out of a shadowed recess, his blade flashing down. There was a stifled grunt and the sound of meat being cut, followed by two impacts, one lighter than the other. Sabre’s foot lashed out, striking a round object slightly larger than his foot. It whirled out of the barn to strike one of the other bandits, splattering gore on him. “AHHH! It’s fuckin’ Frank’s ‘ead!”

“Now yours.” Sabre dashed forward, his blade swinging in towards the horrified bandit. The man got his own weapon up in time, whimpering. Sabre snarled back, hammering his sword down on the man’s block again and again. He then hopped back, grabbing the hilt of his weapon with both hands. He jumped up, bringing it down in an overhead swing that smashed through the bandit’s guard and bit deeply into his chest. The man fell, stunned, allowing Sabre to bring the sword down again for a deathblow.

The Hero looked up at the remaining bandit, who was backing away, desperately parrying the guard’s clumsy swings. The brunette youth straightened and took in the scene. There was a little too much wildly swinging steel to just join in, but he had other options. He focused his will, channeling the power of the world through his own mind and determination, shaping it and giving it form. Blue energy came to life around his hands, and he thrust the right out, fingers splayed. There was a crack of thunder and the stink of ozone rolled over the area as a blue-white tongue of lightning leaped from his fingers to strike the bandit in the chest. The bolt did not go away; electric fire arced from Sabre to the bandit, blasting and searing him, the man’s cries barely heard under the thundering din of the spell. The man was rocked back, his muscles spasming and locking as they were triggered by the coursing charge. The guards had stumbled back as well, astonished at the sight. They gawked as the Hero held the lightning on the bandit until the man fell over, smoke rising from his corpse. “Blimey…”

From the far side of the farm, down the run the bandits had come from, another Hero watched. Another quartet of bandit dashed away toward the barn, leaving her shaking her head. Amateurs, every one of them! She said they should rush in at once, but they wouldn’t listen to a woman. Served them right, what they were getting! He was there; just like the rumors said he would be. He’d gotten better, but so had she. There was something else about him now too. The way he tore into the bandits was almost frightening. Like he was more a raging beast than a well trained Hero. She should get in there and stop him or use his rage to blind him and steal the stones. But the truth was…she wasn’t really here to steal them. She was here for him. She waited, watching as the next group of bandits was slaughtered as well. Then she spun her weapon, stalking forward while his attention was still on finishing the last man.

The final bandit fell to the earth, gurgling crimson foam as his punctured lungs filled with blood. Sabre smirked, flicking his katana to send most of the gore on it splattering onto the barn wall. “So, you’ve learned some new moves,” came a familiar voice. “Well, so have I. You’d better know your stuff; because it’s the only way you’re going to hit me.”

“Whisper,” he said, turning to face her. The ebony beauty was wearing new clothes now; all in blues and purples, leather and cloth both protecting and accentuating her generous figure. Her large, pert breasts were well displayed by the corset-like leather armor she wore, a glue gorget guarding her neck. Her eyes were amused, and somehow eager, her mouth quirked in an arrogant smirk. She held her steel capped ironwood staff in one hand for now. He looked at her, shaking his head. “You sided with these scum?”

“I told you I was thinking of taking Lady Grey’s Quest Card,” she replied. “But I don’t really care about the stones. I came here to beat you, farm boy.” Some heat entered her voice now, “I’m going to embarrass you like you did to me.”

Sabre blinked. “That’s what this is about? Our rivalry?” She couldn’t be serious. “You’d risk peoples’ lives and the farmers’ livelihoods just for your damn injured pride?”

Whisper snorted, “Farmers and bandits, I don’t care about them. What matters are the affairs of you and me, Heroes. For us, pride is everything, farm boy. You should know that by now.”

Sabre growled, “Teach me,” and lifted his weapon into a ready guard.

Whisper spun her staff down, her legs spreading apart. “Come on then, try and hit me!” He lunged forward, his blade swinging in. There was a sharp crack as she brought her staff up to knock the blow aside. “Ha! Not like that, you won’t!” He drove her back, furiously launching blow after blow, all of them turned aside by the twirling staff. She flipped away as he leaped up into a powerful overhand blow that would have sundered her weapon, “Got to be faster than that, farm boy,” she taunted.
He paused, breathing a bit heavy as she cautiously approached. “All right.” She lunged this time, swinging her staff up and down to strike-nothing. He was gone. She stared, disbelieving. He’d been there a moment ago, then there’s been a faint glow around his outline and he was just…gone! Then there was pain and she cried out, feeling hot agony slice down her across her back. Whisper rolled forward, turning after the first somersault and leaping away. Sabre’s face was serious as he followed-through on his swing, red droplets falling from his blade. “How’s that for fast?”

“How did you get behind me?” Whisper’s eyes were huge. The cut down her back wasn’t too bad; her armor had caught much of the strike. But if she hadn’t been wearing it…

“You never were good at focusing your Will. Never understood how powerful the most simple magic could be,” he responded. He straightened up and took a step toward her and was gone again with that faint glow and a low rushing sound. Whisper gasped and wheeled, bringing her staff up to deflect his thrust up and to the side enough so that the edge just cut into her shoulder. She threw herself back, swinging wide and striking him in the chest as he advanced. He grunted, bearing forward regardless, only to stumble back as she brought the other end up and cracked him in the jaw. He shook his head, leaping forward, starting to glow.

Whisper spun around, bringing her staff down hard where he…didn’t appear. She felt the edge of his katana rest on the back of her neck. She froze, eyes wide. He’d faked her out! He reached out to take her staff from her hands, his blade still in place to sever her head if she struck at him. He tossed her weapon a few feet away. “This fight’s over.” Then she felt the pressure on her neck vanish, hearing his footsteps as he backed away.

“Damn!” She stood up, slamming her fists into her thighs in frustration. “You beat me again!” Whisper shook her head, pulling a healing potion from her belt and drinking it down before she retrieved her staff. Damn him! This was supposed to be her redemption! Regaining her pride! She turned to look at him, glaring. He looked almost sad. How dare he! He should be…he could at least have the decency to gloat! “Well. You can’t stay lucky forever, farm boy! We’ll meet again, and I’ll be ready.” She grabbed her Guild Seal, willing power to it. The arcane device shimmered, preparing to teleport her away.

“Wait!” Sabre stepped forward, “Don’t run out on me, Whisper. This wasn’t some sparring exercise! You could have killed me, and I chose not to kill you. We need to talk about-“

“Nothing to talk about, farm boy,” she scoffed again. “That’s how it is when Heroes do battle. That’s what my brother taught me!” She started to will power to the device again.

“Fine, but you don’t get out of the deal!” Again she stopped, this time stunned. “Unless your Hero’s pride involved breaking your word,” Sabre said. His eyes were still fierce, but there was something else in them now, a kind of hunger. “Whisper the Oathbreaker isn’t a title I’d want.”

She paused. “I keep my word, and you know it.” Whisper felt something stirring in her now as well. She hadn’t thought he’d ask; that he’d want the deal to continue. That he’d want her like that; especially after she’d tried to kill him, for all intents and purposes. “But not now. Tonight, meet me at the inn in Bowerstone.”

“I’ll be there.” Whisper glowed and vanished into light, the magic of her Guild Seal taking her away. Sabre stared at the spot a few moments and then sighed. He heard a few voices calling him, the farmer and his wife, and the guards. He wiped his katana on the leaves of a tree, returning it to its place on his back and turned to them to receive their congratulations and his reward. He smirked. Well, this reward. There was another he’d get in Bowerstone tonight.

It was nightfall by the time Sabre made his way to Bowerstone. He could have used the magic of the Guild Seal to teleport there, but he preferred to take the long way. He’d managed to save some traveling traders from bandits and more of those damned giant wasps on the way too; earning a little more of a reputation. Which made it time well spent in his mind. The tavern was packed with laborers and shopkeepers, all taking time at the end of the day to knock back a few before heading home.

As he entered, a few of the villagers cheered and clapped their hands, others whistling. Sabre walked through the crowd to the bar, hearing snatches of conversation, and pleased to hear how many were about him. “A room, if you’ve any left, and a few beers as well. It’s been a hard day, if a good one.”

“Right you are, sir,” the barman nodded. His bald head was ruddy in the fire-lit pub, and his moustache twitched a bit as he pulled a few clay bottles of booze out for the young adventurer. “You’re the one they call Sabre, aren’t you, sir?”

“I am.”

The stout man nodded again, “Well, gold for your beer alone then, sir. A lady came in some time ago an’ said to me that I should send you to ‘er when you got here.” He winked, “Exotic one a’ that, and a Hero too some o’ the lads think. Room 2, sir.”

She was here then. He hadn’t been sure she would be. If she’d some up with an excuse, he’d probably have accepted it. “Thanks, barkeep. I’ll head on up then, shouldn’t keep a lady waiting.” He turned, leaving as the man cackled something about not one that looked like that. Avo. He liked to think of himself as a protector of the people of Albion, but sometimes he wondered why. He climbed up the stairs and proceeded to the indicated chamber. For a minute or so, he just looked at it. There was something different about this time, wasn’t there? It would change things. Should he go through with it?

“I can tell you’re out there, farm boy,” came her voice from beyond the door. “Getting cold feet? Ha!” There was a pause. “Well, are you coming in or not?”

He grimaced and pushed the door open, “I don’t know which should be more important for you, learning some magic or learning some tact,” the young man replied. Sabre pushed the door shut and slid the lock into place. He turned to face the room and Whisper, “You don’t have to bust…my…”

She was on the bed, leaning back, her hair out of its bun, a series of dark braids falling past her shoulder on one side, and laying atop her chocolate skin on the other. She was still wearing the leather chest piece, but the rest of her armor was lying neatly stacked along one wall, leaving her wearing only the crop-top breastplate and a pair of the same color panties. Her back was arched slightly, pushing out and displaying her magnificent chest, and in the candle-lit room, her eyes twinkled merrily as he stood there in silent awe. “Took you long enough to get here. I was beginning to think you might be backing out of the deal yourself.” She stretched languidly, chuckling softly at how he followed the movement, “Now, weren’t you complaining about something?”

“Uh, what?” He blinked, his senses partially returning. “I mean, no. No, what do I have to…to complain about?” Damn! What was she playing at? He’d never seen her like this. She was never this…this…aggressive about the deal or…wow, she looked so sexy. He hadn’t expected this, didn’t know how to handle her like this.

Whisper’s smile was genuine as she watched him come closer, his eyes rooted to her, his steps awkward. He’d beaten her at the farm, and that was hard to swallow. But she wasn’t about to be a prize. He’d won there, but she’d be the winner here. She’d honor the deal, all right, but she’d be the one in charge. “Hold it right there, farm boy. Don’t you think you’re a little overdressed?” She licked her lips, shifting on the bed to lie on her side, legs trailing down the edge of it. One hand reached out for one of the beers she’d brought up and took a drink. “Strip. All the way.”

Sabre cocked his head to one side, looking at her through half-lidded eyes. That little minx. He could see the game she was playing. Well, he could play too. “Yes, ma’am.” He turned around and knelt, unlacing and unbuckling the heavy boots and setting them in front of the door. His gloves were thrown on top of them. He smirked, though she could not see the expression. Time to see what she thought of his…alterations to himself. His hands worked on the buckles and lacing of his armor for a minute or so until the bindings finally gave way, and his leather chest piece fell to the floor.

Whisper gasped, “That’s…” His body had changed. Yes, he was more muscular but that wasn’t what had surprised her. On his back was a large and elaborate tattoo, red and orange brilliantly mingled and blazing, the lucky symbol of the Fire Monkey. She felt a pulse between her legs and squirmed, rubbing her thighs together. She liked guys with ink, but never though he’d be one of them. “I thought the face tattoos were all. I’m impressed, farm boy, I didn’t think you had that kind of stamina.”

“Whisper, tonight, you’re going to find out just how much stamina I have to spend.” He turned again, enjoying the shocked look on her face as she saw the tattoo on his chest. The reversed Z within the pentagon symbol of the ancient Kryndon order stretched across his pecs and down to end just above his belly button. He spread his arms, “From the way you’re staring, you like it, don’t you?” She nodded and he grinned. “I thought you would.” His belt slithered out of it’s loops and after a heavy thump, he stepped out of his trousers, his underwear stretched and straining to contain his growing member. “You like this,” he rubbed his crotch, “even more. Don’t you?”

She swallowed, nodding, and then blinked. What was he doing? No, she was going to be the one in control tonight! She cleared her throat, “Not so fast, farm boy,” she started. But he was already at the bed, leaning down to claim her lips in a sudden kiss. She let out a muffled indignant squeal, but oh, Avo, it felt good! He’d gotten some practice in this too since she’d seen him, he must have. Her eyes closed, returning the kiss eagerly. Their lips parted, Whisper looking up at him, her breathing a bit heavier. “Don’t…don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” she managed.
“What am I doing?” Sabre grinned down at her, one hand stroking along one of her long, lithe legs.

“You’re trying to change the-ahh!” He leaned in, kissing her neck just below her jaw, slowly moving down, his lips sweetly savoring the graceful curve. “I was the one calling the shots this time,” she whimpered, “I want, I will…don’t, stop,” she whined.

Immediately, he pulled back. Whisper stared at him, her breasts heaving. She felt hot wetness between her legs and an ache of disappointment as he drew away and left her alone. He smiled in the dim illumination of the room, his features cast into shadow. “I will, you know. If you ask me.” He paused a moment. “Do you really want me to stop?”

She watched him, the desire he’d awakened in her warring with her pride. He would stop, she knew. He’d go away, even. He was…good, for lack of a better word, and she knew that he never force his attentions on her, on anyone. Should she keep control? Send him away blue balled without release? That would show him. But she wanted him, wanted this too. “…No, I don’t.” She moved to the middle of the bed and spread her arms, beckoning to him. He’d won this game as well. But at the moment, she could care less. “I want this.”

Sabre stepped back to the bed, “I win again,” he whispered.

“I think we both won this time,” she responded, her arms looping around his neck and pulling him down onto the bed with a giggle. His hands moved over her body, tracing the edge of her chest piece and down her sides, caressing her thighs. Sabre pressed his lips to the junction of her collarbone before moving higher, kissing the base of her neck and nipping lightly where her neck and shoulder joined. Whisper moaned, running her hands down his strong back to grab and squeeze his ass, “Oh, that’s it. Mm, how’d you get so good at this?”

Sabre grinned, lifting off her a bit. “One of the women I saved from the Wasp Queen was very grateful. She invited me to her house for tea and I went, thinking to get some free food. But she didn’t mean tea when she said tea, as I found out.” He slid down her, kissing the top of one perfect breast. “She taught me a great deal over the next week, before her husband came back from Knothole Glade.”

“You’re a good student,” she cooed as the young man began to lick and kiss the exposed surface of her breasts, his hands rubbing and fondling them through the leather of her top. “Home wrecker.” They both laughed; the woman reaching behind her to unlace her armor. She leaned up to kiss his neck, biting lightly, and felt his hands take hold of the leather protection. She pulled the last know free and lay back down, the motion leaving her armor in Sabre’s hands, her now bare chest exposed to the cool air and his hungry eyes. She stretched as he threw her armor aside, feeling his eyes on her as she moved. Whisper looked down at her tits, “You really like them, don’t you?”

“I really do,” he answered, almost reverently gazing at her large, full breasts. “I really do. Avo, so beautiful.” He let himself down, his face just over her generous globes and took a deep breath of her smell. Then he kissed first one, then the other, his hands cupping the small of her back and lifting her up to bring her breasts to his mouth, worshiping them with fervent kisses and licks.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pressing his face to her tits as she cooed and moaned. “That’s it, farm boy, worship my tits. It feels so good, having you touch them, lick them, kiss them.” She gasped as his tongue swirled over one stiff nipple before he took it into his hot mouth, sucking and nibbling at the firm flesh. “Ahh! Yes,” she hissed. The hand in his hair tightened, pulling gently. He suckled greedily at her tit, moaning into Whisper’s flesh. One hand left the small of her back to toy with her other breast, cupping and fondling it, fingers pinching and rubbing her nipple. “Strong hands, hot mouth, when I-ahh, become the Arena Champion, ohhh, you’ll make a fine addition to my harem, farm boy.”

He lifted his head, “Or you to mine.” He laid her back down on the bed, his head moving to her other breast, a hand taking up where his mouth had been. “Avo, I love your tits,” he sighed happily before sealing his lips around her nipple and sucking hungrily. Whisper chuckled, arching her back to press her tit into his mouth more firmly, moaning at his eager attentions.

She cooed softly as he suckled on her dark teat, looking down at him. His eyes were closed and his face was focused and eager. Whisper petted his head with one hand, sliding her fingers through his dark locks. He groaned into her breast and she smirked. He loved it when she played with his hair. Her other hand went low, sliding over his strong form to slip below his waist and rub the bulge in his briefs. He moaned again, louder, eyes fluttering open. “Must be cramped for him in there, farm boy. Why don’t you let him out?”

He released her nipple after one last nip. “Sure thing…as long as you do the same.” His smile was hungry and it made her shiver.

“All right.” He leaned off of her and slipped off of the bed to stand beside it. She scooted down on the bed and lay on her back, “Feast your eyes, farm boy.” She rolled herself up onto her shoulders and upper back, legs coming together and pointed straight up at the ceiling. She slipped the band of her panties over her hips and lifted them up to her knees before letting her body roll forward, leaning with the motion to pull the damp fabric over her feet and flinging them off the foot of the bed. She scooted back on the bed and parted her legs, one hand sliding down her body to rub her sex before moving to no longer block his view.

Her pussy was shaven, not a single black hair to be seen, her slit glistening with wetness. She’d shaved that day after leaving Orchard Farm; having a good idea of what she wanted from this night. His eyes were on her cunt, and he licked his lips, staring for long moments at her bared sex. She chuckled, “Like what you see? I know you do. Any man would.”
“They would.” Avo, he wanted her. He wanted to take her right now. No more foreplay, no more teasing, just sheathing his cock in that pretty cunt and fucking her brains out. He had pulled his underwear off during her gymnastics display and his exposed cock was throbbing with need for her hot wetness.

He climbed back on the bed and pressed her up against the headboard, arms on either side of her, kissing her hard and fierce. She tensed up at first, startled by the aggression, but relaxed almost at once. She parted her lips for his tongue and it entered her. Her hands explored and caressed his ass and his back as they kissed again and again, barely breaking one to go to the next.

They finally parted, both panting for breath. Sabre looked down into her face and the sheer lust in his gaze almost frightened her. “I want you, Whisper. Now.”

Avo, that sent a shiver up her spine. She almost wondered what he’d do if she said no. But she had no intention to. “Then be a man and take what you want.”

He growled and grabbed her legs, lifting them up and spreading them apart. She yelped, still surprised at this side of him. Her hands grasped hold of his shoulders and she looked up into those shocking blue eyes and nodded. He shifted his hips and they moaned together as the head of his cock bumped and rubbed against her wetness. One of her dark hands left his shoulders and grasped the base of his manhood, steadying and guiding him. Then he thrust forward and entered her; her tight, wet walls stretching and parting to accommodate his cock. “Whisper! Fuck! Avo, so…so fucking sweet,” he sighed as he kept pushing, filling her with more and more of his dick.

“Skorm’s balls!” She’d had a few men since becoming a full Hero but none of them could match him for size and feeling. “Fucking hell, farm boy, so…so big!” She moaned, writhing, “Hot and hard and filling me up!” She felt him pause as there was a touch on her ass; his balls having come to rest against her. “If you…if you hold still one second longer, I’ll geld you, farm boy. Don’t treat me like some pale, weak bitch! Fuck me if you’re going to fuck me!”

He didn’t answer with words, just with a throaty growl that was almost a purr. He drew himself back fast and then plunged into her again, making her gasp. He began to piston his hips, pounding in and out of her hot, tight hole over and over and over again. Whisper could hardly believe this was him, but oh, Avo and Skorm and gods of her homeland, it felt good! “That’s it! Fuck me good, farm boy! Ahh! Yes! Harder! Harder, you bastard!”

Sabre jerked both of them back on the bed, Whisper falling onto her back before he moved her again to push her up onto her upper back, placing her legs on his shoulders. He grabbed her hips and renewed his pace, pounding his cock into her willing, trembling form. His strong arms yanked her back as he thrust forward, impaling her on his phallus. “Like that? That hard enough for you, Whisper, you slut?”

“Yes! Skorm, yes, that’s what I want! Fucking hammer me, farm boy, fuck me until I can’t walk straight!” She grabbed her tits, pinching and pulling on her nipples as he ravaged her. “So good, so fucking good! Can’t believe you’re such a-ahh! Such a good fuck!”

“Such a whore! Acting so tough and so strong but you fucking need this cock now, don’t you?” He grunted as he pumped in and out, ruthlessly, roughly, over and over. There was a wonderful squishing sound each time, accompanied by a staccato slap as their bodies struck and parted.

She cried out, her eyes going wide. This wasn’t…possible! “More, just a little more, don’t you stop,” she pleaded, “More, more and I’ll-I’ll-“ Her mouth opened but no sound emerged, stretching wide in a silent scream. Her eyes screwed shut. Impossible! But…but oh, fuck, yes! Whisper’s hands gripped his arms, fingers digging in painfully as her whole body tensed up and then began to spasm, trembling in ecstasy as her climax hit, shocking her in its intensity, in its mere presence. Her voice returned at last, allowing her to howl out her pleasure in a shrill, rising squeal.

Sabre couldn’t believe it. Whisper was cumming on his cock. He’d…fuck, now THAT was a deed! “Oh, you hot piece, that’s right. Cum!” The words made her quiver even more. “Cum on my dick, from feeling my hard cock taking this sweet cunt!”

“Ahh! Yes, yes, farm boy,” she answered weakly. It was fleeing, her climax, leaving her in that state of golden weakness that followed. “Your turn now. Cum for me! I want you to cum big and spray it all over me!”

Sabre grinned and continued to pound into her, faster and faster. He could feel tension building in his cock and in his sack. He gritted his teeth, breathing harder, his whole body starting to tense. “Whisper…any second…Avo…fucking…there!” He sprang up and out of her as his cock began to pulse. He groaned, grabbing it with one hand and pointing it at her as he spurted jet after jet of sticky, hot, heavy jizz onto her chocolate skin. It splattered on her tits, streaked her collarbone and neck, the last droplets falling onto her pretty face. “…fuck…”

He fell to his knees on the bed and then onto his arms, gulping for air. Whisper sighed happily, watching him. She felt…wonderful. So dirty and sexy. The feel of his cum on her was fantastic. “Good job, farm boy.” She slid out from under him and then leaned forward to kiss his head. “Lie down. I’m going to clean up.”

Sabre was lying on his back when she returned, arms behind his head. She studied him for a few moments. He was such a man, such a Hero. She…was in danger, doing this with him. She was close to loving him. A Hero couldn’t afford that. Not with a rival. She sighed sadly. Stepping back into the room, she started to get dressed.

He looked over at her. “You don’t have to go.” She would and he knew it. But he had to say this. “Stay with me, Whisper.”
“I can’t.” She finished lacing up her chest armor. The ebony beauty looked back at him. “And you know that I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” This was an argument they’d had before. “You can do anything. You just won’t.” He sat up on the bed.

“I’m not going to argue with you about that again,” she said. Her eyes were hard but there was a sadness in them as well. “Farm boy…this is the end of the deal.”

He blinked, “What? Why?”

“You know why.” Whisper shook her head and continued to dress. “We did it for a lot of reasons but one of them was…to keep from falling in love. But it’s not working. Not for me.”

“Whisper…”

“So, it’s the end. Understand?” She looked back at him. Avo, she wanted him to hold her now. To pull her into those arms and hold her all night and fuck her again as sun rose and light hit their joined bodies. But it couldn’t be. “I can’t keep doing this and live the way I want to. I can’t risk…loving you. I won’t compromise my vision of what a Hero is.”

“Your brother’s vision,” he muttered darkly. Then he sighed and lifted his head. “…I don’t want it to end. But if that’s your choice, then…okay.”

“Good.” She felt like crying, but she wouldn’t. Not in front of him. She grabbed her Guild Seal and summoned its power, light surrounding her. “See you soon, farm boy.” Then she was gone.

Sabre stared at the spot for some time before he laid back on the bed. “…I would have loved you,” he said to the empty room. Then he sighed, “Which was the problem.” He lay in the dark for some time before he finally fell asleep, wondering over what could have been but for her choice.