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  Assassin’s Gamble

  God-Kings Harem: Part Four

  by Nick Storming

  Publisher: Fractured Press

  Copyright© 2019 Fractured Press

  All characters are 18 and older

  Table of Contents

  Assassins Gamble

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Fractured Press

  Chapter One

  “Three from the family, three from the enemy…” A fragment of burnt parchment, all that remains of the Delector Prophecy.

  I opened my eyes to a grim cloud-covered sky and felt a presence moving beside my mattress. Turning my head, I found Gretchen, my beautiful older servant, crawling across the giant bed from her customary stool. The woman’s livery was unbuttoned to show a vast expanse of pale soft flesh, with a deep shadow between her pendulous breasts. They swung back and forth as she crawled towards me.

  “Good morning, your majesty,” she purred before her small gentle hands were pushing back the sheets and with an almost worshipful desire, she drew my stiff morning wood forth.

  “May I begin my duties?” she asked, ever the dedicated servant.

  I felt great affection swell in me. Placing a gentle hand to the back of her head, I drew her down onto my rigid cock. She leaped to the task with delight. Thick and soft lips sucking me deep into her wet and hungry mouth. Then I felt her tongue tickling my cockhead and sucking my it further into her, as the thickness of my shaft near cracked the woman’s jaws.

  I leaned my head back and enjoyed her ministrations, feeling the pleasure wash over me. My eyes took in her gorgeous face and body, again nearly unbelieving of my good fortune at living out what had been boyhood fantasies of this busty older woman. Soon my hands were exploring her body and slipping my hand into her dress top I hefted one massive heavy breast. I felt her body quivering and looking down, noticed that she had a hand up her skirt and I could just make out the wet sound of fingers in pussy.

  Reaching down I gripped her hair and pulled her mouth up off my cock. Her jaw worked like a fish out of water before she turned watery eyes to me pleading to return to her task. I got up off the bed but held her in place, bent over with her face down on the mattress.

  “Your Majesty?” she asked a little worry creeping into her voice, “Have I displeased you?”

  “The opposite Gretchen,” I said, then flipping her dress up over her hips, revealed her bare ass.

  “Oh, my King!” She cried out as I drove my cock deep into her soaking wet pussy. The woman felt heavenly, and as I fucked into her with strong powerful thrusts, I felt our connection deeply. Our love forming the bond that the magic strengthened, endowing her with the powers of my protector. We came together, her screaming into the mattress and me groaning in delirious pleasure. Our bodies in perfect sync as her spasming pussy walls sucked the cum from my spewing cock.

  We collapsed upon the bed and in the refractory period, I noticed the magic flowing within me fully for the first time. It lay within like a pool of still dark waters. I almost feared to touch it, for I could sense that while my power had increased, so did the danger of wielding such magics. I also feared the temptation of such power. I was already a king; how much strength should a man crave? But the warning of the wall falling still rung in my mind and the world was full of terrors that could crush our small and broken kingdom like a bug. I would be a fool to ignore any advantage.

  So, laying there in the warm afterglow of our lovemaking I reached inside and drew the magic into my mind's grasp, felling the world open up to me as never before. Just from touching it I saw with mage sight, the lines of power that flow about our universe, unnoticed by science, were now laid bare before me. I could glean information from such a vision, once I learned to interpret it.

  I could also reach out and press my magic upon the world in any number of ways by focusing and willing it to happen, but the powers themselves were tied up in ritual. I had the strengths of a sorcerer, tapping into the elements and able to call lightning or fire and with time that would grow in strength. However, the greater part of my magic seemed tied into the ritual with the moon and the harem. That was what sent fear into my bones.

  For Harem Magics were the domain of the Witch Lord, Yozin’Rul a horror from history. The man had rampaged across the world breaking empires and kingdoms, and upon his death had saddled the world with five powerful women. The histories rarely go on to say how those women founded the empire and dynasties of peaceful reign that birthed one of the world’s greatest ages. I knew my mind, however, and there was nothing but love and goodness so far in what I had experienced with the women of the harem. So long as I maintained my decency and kept close those who would tell me the truth, like Gretchen and Grandmother, then I had less to fear from the monster I might become.

  Smiling in satisfaction I gave her ass a firm slap and stood from the bed, disrobing fully.

  “I can dress myself this morning,” I said heading to the basin to bathe, “I need you to alert the High Priestess that I will miss the sanctifying ritual this afternoon.”

  "I can't leave your side, your majesty!" She said while extricating herself from the soft bed covers. “Remember what happened yesterday morning?”

  “Exactly,” I explained, “You’ve enough time to speak with the High Priestess and return before I finish getting ready. Then we can begin our morning rounds at court.”

  “Yes, your Majesty.” She gave a quick bow and pausing before a mirror to straighten her hair and dress, hurried from the room. Once done bathing, I drew on underclothes and a shirt and set to the breakfast meal that had been laid out.

  I reached for the magic within me again. Touching it, I was able to sense the currents once more. There was a strangeness to the flow, a red hint of swirl twisting away into shadows. Peering into the depths of the shadow I sensed eyes regarding me from within, and the currents about us spoke of danger.

  Reaching down to my hip I drew forth a flaming magical blade, the magic forming almost of its own volition. Narrowing my gaze, I advanced on the shadows, the magic flowing to my other hand and crackling lightning danced along my fingertips. A low throaty laugh from deep within the shadows gave me pause. A slim elegant foot was the first to slide out, the skin a deep brown and deliciously smooth, giving way to rippling red robes as the rest of the figure stepped free of the clinging darkness.

  “Red Mask,” I said in grim recognition, “what business does the empire have skulking in my shadows?” I let my anger have free reign as I barked the question, flaming blade still raised in a guard position. The woman was clothed from head to toe in black robes, her face hidden behind the veil but her eyes danced with something that was not malice, and her hands were spread wide at her sides.

  “Peace King of Sorrormere,” her voice was high and musical, almost hypnotic in its delicate tones. “I come to you with words of friendship and warning,”

  “One must first have trust before either of those,” I said.

  “Well said my King,” she replied with a shallow bow.

  “Your King?” I asked, curious at her turn of phrase.

  “Must there be suspicion and strife between our peoples? I have known of you for many years, as the sweet northern prince my mother tutored.” She said her voice soft and caressing, “And now you stand before me tall, powerful and gorgeous. Can you forgive me for some ownership over this moment?" She slid forward across the carpet, hands behind her back as she twisted seductively, her voice quieting my fears. Her eyes held a promise and my cock throbbed in response.

  Suddenly alarms bells were ringing in my mind, sensing some danger drawing ever closer. Pulling deep on the magic within I set my will to reading the flows in
and around the princess. There was a power within this woman, I could sense it like a roaring torch within her soul, but she was closed off from it. The magic locked away behind some barrier, my magic thrumming and surging at it sought to connect with hers. The flows told me much and more about her emotions and intent. Not like reading a mind, more like seeing the colors on a painting and getting a sense of the mood.

  I raised my blade, smile still inviting, as the point came to rest near what I assumed must be her throat. The burning tip of my blade set the black fabric of her robes smoking ever so slightly and she pulled back sharply.

  “Show me your hand princess,” the twinkle in her eye never left, making me doubt what I had read in her aura. She drew out her right hand, empty. “No lady, the one with the dagger.” Her eyes sharpened for just a moment before returning their merry twinkle.

  “You’re a sharp one,” she said, her voice stripping away my defenses each word a caress. She drew out her left hand and in it held a short flaming blade, twin to my own but shaped closer to a dagger. She let the magic unravel as her eyes smiled at me, “I have never heard of a sorcerer able to construct a blade like this other than myself. Not in all the imperial histories.” she said, “And such strength! Tell me King Dainen, where did you come by such powers?”

  “Why would I reveal my secrets to someone not allied to my cause?” I asked my breathing coming heavy and my cock throbbing. The lust was a boiling inferno within that I could barely contain. Each second with this woman I found myself wanting her more and more.

  “And if I was, my king? Your ally?” She asked in a soft seductive voice. I found my blade lowering as she slid up to me, her slender form molding itself to my body, “A young man such as yourself has needs, and I believe we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement.” Her hands slid down the front of my trousers, and I saw her eyes widen as her fingers brushed down my girthy length.

  Control. I thought to myself, I must be in control here, I am King.

  Mastering myself I pushed down the rampant desires within and found as I did that some external force was combatting my will. Focusing my mind and drawing on the complex patterns of fractal focus my boyhood teacher, Shailendra had taught me. I used my magic to crudely reinforce the metal barrier and the slender woman within my arms stiffened as I dispelled her sorcerous workings. I saw fear fill the eyes of the dreaded assassin Red Mask as she realized it was my web that had trapped her.

  “Nice try princess,” I said my voice cold and hard, “but go try your seductions on some other man.”

  The woman snarled in rage and writhed like a snake within my arm, the flaming dagger appearing in her left hand as she drove it at my side, screeching like a feral cat in her rage. I just barely managed to twist to the side and parry the strike with my blade. When the two magics connected they writhed together, intermingling and pulling both the princess and me off balance. The woman rolled away with a snarl, but my foot was on her black robe and it remained behind.

  She came up in a crouch, blade help in a knife fighters guard. Her face turned red and eyes widened in shock when she realized I could see her face. Imperial Princess Yasmine the Red Mask, most feared assassin and favored of the Emperors recognized children, stood before me in nothing but a tight black shirt, sleeveless and a small skintight pair of black silk shorts. Her thick straight black hair was pulled back and worked into an intricate braid that hung down to her ass, sown through with purple and black ribbons. Her body was slender and graceful, built like a dancer. Her face was the most exquisite working of thick ruby lips, dark almond-shaped eyes, and high cheekbones. She was a work of art and my lust and desire came roaring back, wholly natural in origins this time.

  My magic called to hers, its twin, and as I looked at her, I knew she would be mine. Nothing in the world would keep me from claiming this gorgeous princess now that I had seen her, not her father, not the Imperial Cabal, not the legions, not my mother. No this would be for me, assuming she would have me.

  “You will die for that you bastard!” The princess screeched as she slashed at the air in fury. The guffaw of laughter that rolled out of me was uncontrollable. I’d just fallen in love with this woman, and she wanted to kill me! “What are you laughing at?” She asked her voice a mixture of confusion and anger, “I will show you why they call me Red Mask boy!” As she stalked forward the grace of her movements reminded me once again, as if I needed it, that this woman was deadly.

  “You know nothing,” I said still chuckling slightly and raising my hand I called her blade to it. Her stunned expression was sweet to see as the blade spun through the air, the magical hilt smacking into my palm with a satisfying sound.

  “No!” The princess said her voice angry and awed, “How?”

  The blade that had given her secret strength: a weapon capable of carving through flesh, steel, and bone as if they were parchment. One that only she could wield and summon at will, undetectable by guards of mages. I held the blade up before me in my left hand and summoned its twin sword in my right. The princess’s breathing grew measured and sweat beaded on her brow. I saw her eyes flicker to the door and window behind my back, calculating if she could roll past me and get out before I buried those deadly weapons in her flesh.

  “As I said Princess, you know nothing… yet.” Her eyes bored into mine, “The sorcerers and mages of your empire, have they explained your gifts to you?”

  “No,” she said her breathing now ragged, eyes entirely locked on mine, “but they found a use for them.”

  "What you wield now is but a fraction of the power that lives within you," I said my voice softening as I stepped up to the princess, reversing the hilt in my hands and presenting them to her.

  “How is this possible?” She asked awed and confused, as she reached out tentative hands and took hold of the hilts. For one frozen instant, I wondered if she would stroke me then and there, but instead, she lifted the sword before her face letting the magic unravel and summoning it along with the dagger. Her stunning eyes looked at me, "It is mine, same as the dagger. I can feel it bound to my soul in the same way. What are you to have this power?"

  “All will be revealed after our betrothal is announced," I said her eyes widening even further, anger touching them again.

  “You presume much King of Sorrowmere,” she began, but I cut her off by pulling her close. The Imperial Princess slipped within my arms the blades disappearing in a puff of magic. She struggled weakly, hands fending me off with no real will of force behind them. As I pulled her lips to mine, I saw fear, longing and deeply buried lust fill the gorgeous woman’s face.

  Explosions went off in my mind as our lips met. The magic within me leaping up to meet hers. The magics already bound together, now seeking to completely join forces and driving us both to further and further heights of lust. I was controlled, however, and mastered the magic within, resisting the urge to take the princess there. Her hands reaching up to clasp my back, pressing me firmly to herself. I don’t know if a minute or ten passed but when I pulled back, we were both breathless.

  “What was that?” The princess sighed, “I have never felt such power within before…” she looked up into my eyes, her own softening, “Never such desires.”

  “Your true powers have yet to be awakened,” I said stroking her face softly and marveling at her exquisite features, “but they lay within you, waiting to be unlocked.”

  “What manner of sorcerer are you then my King,” she said, “to have such knowledge?”

  “Did your mother not tell you? Did she not know?” I watched her closely but saw no hint of anything in her eyes. Not that I could trust her features to give anything away she didn’t want to, “Are you ready for that secret Jasmine?” I asked her, my voice caressing her name. Her eyes twinkled as she looked up at me.

  “You tell me I’m to be your Queen and yet you still hesitate to tell me your secrets?”

  I couldn’t help the smile at her quick wit. Raising my hand, I trailed one finge
r down her throat, feeling the power within her soul thrum and vibrate to my touch. This place in her soul had never been touched, never been used. She shuddered as my finger lightly grazed her delicate skin.

  “Not sorcerer,” I said finally, “Warlock.” The word froze the princess and she looked at me with intense eyes.

  “Impossible…” she said, her breathing coming heavier, “My father would know if another was born, his Cabal scours the world.”

  “I believe he already knows,” I said as I stared at her, “he sent you.”

  I saw the princess's mind racing, eyes looking far off as she worked over everything that had led her to this moment. Then a small smile turned up the corners of her perfect lips and I felt her molding her body even closer to mine.

  “I did not imagine our meeting would go like this your majesty,” turning her head up and parting her lips artfully I felt myself drawing down for a kiss, hungering for the feel of her again. Just as our lips were about to touch, she was suddenly out of my arms and curtsying low. Her movements so quick and silent I was reminded of how deadly this woman was.

  “Your Majesty,” she said with a small, “The Empire looks forward to hearing your proposal." Then with a small musical laugh, she withdrew into the shadows, in seconds and was gone.

  There is an adage I have heard the old Emperor is often heard to say, grab a tiger by the tail and you prove yourself the bravest and strongest man, grow weak for one second and the tiger kills you. At that moment I wondered how strong my grip was because I had surely taken the tiger by the tail.

  Chapter Two

  I had just finished dressing when Gretchen returned from her errand. Her massive bosom swaying and her eyes softening in relief when she saw me safe. Her nose sniffed the air testing and I saw her eyes narrow as she looked around.

  "There was a woman in here your Majesty," her tone wasn't accusing, but the servants equivalent, "Were you in any danger?"