Zenora

Emily’s point of view:

I heard a knock on my door. “Can I come in?” I heard Brock say. “Yes of course.” I replied.

He walked in and sat on the bed next to me. He told me that the King asked him to comfort me as I might have been a bit sad. I hugged him and told him about the stone tablet that I got. He was curious and I showed him, my mother. Brock held me tight and wiped away a tear from my face.

I was really happy to have the stone tablet to remember my parents with. Now I have a clear image of my mother in my head and if my father ever passes away, I can look at the hologram to remind me of the loving husband and father that he is, too.

“Do you want to clean yourself up? Or go out of the room and do something else? Just tell me what you need.” Brock said.

He wasn’t being seductive at all, even after what I did to him all day! I thought he might try to at least get me undressed. But he didn’t do such a thing right now. He was just gentle and caring. Oh, this was getting way too mushy for me! I wanted to tease him more and longer, but then remembered what my father had said in the hologram. ‘Accept love when it comes into your life.’ I chuckled and stepped out of bed, put the stone tablet on the dresser in my room and grabbed some towels, soap and my nightgown. Then I walked back to the bed and grabbed Brock’s arm and pulled him behind me.

“Come let’s go, this is what I need, right now!” I said to him.

He practically stumbled across the hallway because I ran and he couldn’t keep up at first. But then, he pulled me back to him, scooped me up and kissed me on my mouth. In the meantime, he just kept on walking toward the bathroom doors, making sure I didn’t hit the side of the doorframe with my head or feet. He put me down and pulled his shirt over his head and I quickly put the towels and stuff on the small bench near the low wall in the room and then turned on the shower.

By now, his pants were off as well and his big cock stood right up. Like he knew what was about to happen. He untied my dress from behind and slid it off my shoulders. While doing so he kissed my neck and shoulders before turning me around.

I was very nervous about what we wanted to do, but Brock had been gentle all along and I did truly need this.

“My beautiful little hunter, you have been teasing and torturing me today with all the moves you made that I’m about to fuck you in two!” He growled and lifted me with his hands under my butt. He saw I liked what he said because I smiled and blushed from his bashfulness. Besides, I’d like to see him try… to break me in half… I’m not some thin and weak girl, so let him have me.

I put my arms and legs around him and I could feel him rub himself against my core, while he carried me over to the shower. He pushed me against the wall, half under the showerhead and half beside it so the flowing stream of water wouldn’t be in his face or mine. Then he started to caress my breasts while kissing me on the lips and my neck. Water ran down his hard chest, just as I imagined it would when I had thought about him in the shower before, and it really turned me on. By now I felt so horny and wet that I was determined about my decision, I wanted him, completely!

“Emily, please help us!” A soft voice rudely interrupted me. But I knew who the voice belonged to and had gotten instantly worried.

“Cirilya? What’s wrong?” I shouted in my mind back to her. But I heard nothing in response. “Cirilya, please answer! What is going on?” But still no answer.

I looked at Brock in awful terror. “What’s wrong? Did Cirilya contact you?” He asked me. I didn’t have the time to ask him how he knew I was talking to her, I just simply said that they were in danger and we needed to go now!

Without any argument from his side, we dried ourselves and got dressed as soon as we could. I ran to my room in my nightgown to get my old clothes out of the closet and Brock ran up to the King’s chambers to let my father know what just happened. Of course, not telling the hot and steamy part, just the part where Cirilya contacted me.

I was in a full adrenaline rush and couldn’t stop thinking about what might have happened to them. What if they got hurt… or even worse?! We needed to go there as soon as possible! I had put on my clothes and ran downstairs with my hair still wet. I yelled to Natalya to grab me some food and medical supplies and put it in a bag and meet me in the main hall. She rushed as fast as she could while I went to the hall already. Once there, I found my father waiting and asked me what happened. I told him that Cirilya talked to me with fear in her voice but then didn’t respond anymore.

Natalya came running towards me in the main hall and gave me the bag of supplies and also had brought along a warm thick coat, at which I thanked her with a hug.

“Go outside, Brock is rallying up the Gryphons and his men as we speak!” My father said.

When I walked outside there were loud noises of rattling armour but also the loud squeaking and screaming sounds of the gryphons. Guards on the wall blew on their horns to get more of the men to gather their Gryphons. Some of the animals were happy to leave the stables and spread their wings or walked in circles the moment they stepped outside. I noticed a few of them already up in the air with their masters on their backs while other gryphons stood in the courtyard getting saddled up to be able to carry their owners. And as soon as they were mounted, they flapped their wings and soared into the orange sky. By now it was evening and the sun had almost fallen behind the mountains in the west, but there was still enough light to travel through.

Archeops walked up to me and Brock. “Evening Princess, General. Where are we headed and what can we expect?” He asked Brock.

“We are going to the southern portal in the snowy mountains. Cirilya contacted Emily, so she must be on this side of the portal already. Which is way too soon. I hope I’m wrong but I guess they were being chased. But the fact that we have already sent out a dozen of my men their way and I haven’t received any form of a report, doesn’t let me know what happened either. So, gather up at least fifty Gryphons and get the men equipped with enough ammo and supplies.” Brock said to him.

He hadn’t received any reports yet? Why didn’t he tell me that? Now I was getting really worried and tears fell down my face.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that, Arch is my second in command and he needs to know the facts. I didn’t mean to make you worry even more than you do already. Now dry up your tears and show me that fierce little hunter.” He cupped my face and gave me a slow kiss and a hug. I smiled softly and wiped away my tears.

A servant came to Brock with his black leather armour and he began to put it on. “I have ordered the blacksmiths to make you some armour as well, I can’t take you with me without your body being properly protected.” He explained and two other servants came walking towards me.

One of them carried a magnificent dark red leather armour. The pads on the shoulders, chest and legs were all beautifully stitched with black thread. Not just in a straight line along the edges but in the shape of delicate little ivy leaves. And on the right leg pad was an image, stitched with grey thread, of the head of a Rhydian! Did Brock ask for that in particular? It must have cost them hours to make this gorgeous piece of armour!

While I smiled heavily, the other servant handed me a thin leather jacket and I took off my white blouse when I had walked behind the stables. Then, she helped me with strapping all the pads in the right places and gave me black leather boots as well. I took off the only pair of shoes I had, which were white sneakers, and then quickly put on the newly acquired boots. The leather pads were fairly thick and covered my complete body, but when the servant had put them on me, it didn’t constrict me in any way. I could still move my arms and legs very easily and when I looked at myself, it reminded me of those hunters I had seen on the training field, making me feel strong.

And the little Rhydian on the side of my leg was just an amazing addition to it.

“You look amazing love, my little red hunter. Do you like Rhydon?” Brock asked me when I ran my fingers down the small stitches. I hugged him and gave him a big kiss. “I love it!” I said and he smiled.

“Now all you need is this, to complete your outfit.” I heard my father say behind me and I turned around.

He carried with him a beautiful bow and quiver. They were both bright white and had black ivy leaves made around the points of the bow and the edge of the quiver. The dark red, leather strap of the quiver was also stitched with the black ivy leaves, just like my new red leather armour has. I put it around me and Brock filled it with arrows. Then I took the bow from my father and it felt really light and well balanced.

Amazed at what the gifts looked like together, smiling broadly and with so much determination to grant this armour the justified strength it resembled, I took an arrow out of the quiver and looked around for a target. About forty yards away from us, on the wall where the guards stood, was a small tower with a bell hanging underneath it. It was probably for alarming the castle of incoming enemies, but now it would suit as a practice point for me.

I raised my left arm with the bow and put the arrow on the aiming edge, then I pulled the string back and aimed for the bell. I felt the wind in the air and shifted my aim a bit to the right of the bell, and when I was certain of my mark, I let go of the string. The arrow flew through the air with ease and as I calculated it, it swayed a bit to the left and hit the bell dead centre, at which it rang with a single loud sound.

“The same spotless aim as your mother. I didn’t doubt it for a second, especially with your mother’s bow.” My father said smiling.