She was now ramping up her blowjob performance. Her moans were growing louder, and the action of her hands on the shaft of “my” cock was growing firmer and more frantic. She popped the head of the wooden cock out of her mouth, gasping for breath, and pretended to stare up into my eyes with her stunning face glowing with unbridled desire.
“I need you inside me, Vance.” She slipped her left hand down onto her breast and began fondling it. “I need your throbbing cock inside me. Fuck me like the god you are, Vance. Make me reach my crescendo as only a god can.”
The show was getting even better, and even more tempting to step out into the open and whip the real thing out of my pants. I held back, though. I couldn’t let her know that I knew her secret. That way, I could turn the tables on her in the future.
With lust-filled blood screaming out a silent protest in my veins, and my hard prick practically yelling insults at my brain from inside my pants, I tore myself from the spectacle and slipped away before she could notice my presence.
By the time I reached the camp, my cock had finally gone limp again, but the memories of what I’d seen Isu doing were fresh in my mind.
As fun as it was a romp with her would be, and as much as I was looking forward to it, I had other things to think about, more important things. First and foremost was taking care of my uncle and taking back the lordship of Brakith, and I couldn’t let anything else sidetrack me from this goal, even if it was the snatch of a former goddess.
I sat by the still-glowing embers of a campfire and began to put together a plan.
Chapter Twenty-Three
The next morning, I was up well before sunrise. I’d slept for around two hours; that was about all I seemed to need in the way of sleep these days. I walked around the camp, surveying my troops. After having killed a bunch of Rollar’s men in the battle, I now had even more skeletons. My army, now augmented by Rollar’s human troops, was growing into a force to be reckoned with. It wasn’t big enough to meet the kind of army my uncle could field in open battle, not yet, but I didn’t think it would take too long to get to that point.
Still, annihilating my uncle’s army in battle, as satisfying as that would be, wasn’t how I wanted to take my lordship back. Simply killing that asshole wouldn’t restore my besmirched reputation in Brakith. I needed to make my uncle confess, in front of the entire population of Brakith, that the stories about me becoming a vampire’s slave and abducting and killing girls were lies, lies he had concocted with the express aim of turning the townspeople against me and stealing what was rightfully mine. And then, after I’d had my reputation restored, then I’d gut him like a pig.
“G’morning!” a familiar voice bellowed.
I looked up and saw Drok staggering toward me. He was still drunk from last night, when he’d found the soldiers’ store of grog in one of the wagons and had proceeded to finish off a barrel of it himself.
“Good morning to you, my berserker friend,” I said. “I’d ask if you have a hangover, but I’m guessing that it’s only going to hit you tomorrow morning, considering how much you drank last night.”
Drok chuckled stupidly before he took his cock out and started pissing on the ground a couple of yards from me.
“Come on, buddy, can’t you at least find a tree to piss against?” I asked. “This is the middle of the campsite!”
Drok just kept on laughing and pissing, and soon, I could smell cheap soldiers’ grog. When he dropped his pants and started to squat, though, I realized a line had to be drawn.
“Drok, if you take a shit in the middle of the camp, I swear to, uh, myself, that I will kick your ass all the way from here back to the Wastes. I know you’ve got a skull that’s as thick as any swamp ogre’s, but trust me, when I give you a few roundhouse kicks to the head, you will feel it. Pull your damn pants up and go shit in the woods! Now!”
“Okay, okay,” he grumbled, scowling as he reluctantly pulled his pants up and started waddling out of the campsite.
I breathed out a sigh of relief; considering how bad Drok already smelled, I didn’t want to catch even the slightest whiff of the kind of waste he could produce. The possibility of using it as a siege assault weapon did briefly cross my mind, though.
The next person to rise was Elyse, and the moment our eyes met across the campsite, the same fiery desire she’d felt for me the previous night burned in her stunning blue eyes. She walked over to me, her hips swaying seductively beneath her form-hugging white dress.
“Did you sleep well, beautiful?” I asked. “How are your cuts and bruises this morning?”
She beamed a playful smile at me. “I slept wonderfully, and my wounds are fine. They were rather minor anyway. So, it’s ‘beautiful’ now, is it?”
“Unless you’d rather be ‘sexy,’ or ‘sugar tits’?”
“I think I’ll stick with ‘beautiful,’ if those are the options. Um, Vance, about last night... ”
Hmm, I hoped she wasn’t going to say that she regretted what she and I had done.
“Yeah, what about last night?” I asked.
“It was... ” She trailed off, tracing a pattern in the dirt with her big toe and staring at the ground, biting her lower lip slightly.
“It was...?” I prompted.
Abruptly, she skipped over to me, dropped down onto her knees and whispered into my ear.
“Magical, beyond magical,” she murmured. “And I can’t wait to do it
