Swords with Souls
A Medieval Fantasy Fiction Story
(Adult Content)
By Dan Watt
(Author of the Children of the Myth Machine series)
(Author of the Plagueborn series)
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The music is soft when they step just outside the circle of dwarves and between the giants.
She sees Jedreck looking down to make sure his feet don’t step on hers. Her heart pangs as she wonders if they look like her grandparents would dancing together.
“I swear to you–,” Jedreck starts to say when there’s a loud shout from the king. The music stops and so does the dancing.
“I want my Propers wife,” King Novak shouts out.
Lara looks up and sees a malicious glow to the king’s face. His eyes are dark with jealousy and possessiveness.
She glances up at Jedreck. His expression is red with hate.
“I’ll save you,” he says between a whisper and a hiss as the king’s dwarven wives take her arms and pull her away.
They take her to the river where the king’s giant wives and his new brides also gather. The wives make a wall around a section of the river. Without asking the elderly wives strip off her clothing. “Plunge in the water,” one of them says.
Her mind is going over potential scenarios of escape as she steps out of the river and the wives towel her down. Next, they lather a lavender scented ointment over her entire body. When they’re done one of them offers a long, well-polished stick. One end is convex. “Use this before you meet him or he might split you in half.”
They wrap her in a fleece gown and bring her to a long tent behind the throne. Using candles instead of torches they bring her down a hall of portioning skins. They have her sit in a small room with a clay chamber pot and a stool. “Wait her until once of us collects you,” one of the elderly dwarves tells her in a fearful tone.
She senses that this would normally be done with pride and exhilaration. Instead, they pet and talk to her in hushed but soothing voices as if there are now terrified of what the king will do to her. She did not sense any jealousy and that worries her. Are they saying better you than one of us?
She sets the stick down. If this king thrusts into anything it will be a corpse. As she goes over what to do, she hears purposely pounding footsteps walk by. There is light chatter before the flap of her tiny room is opened. An aged dwarven wife takes her hand and leads her towards the back of the tent.
“Where are my clothes?” she manages to ask in a whisper.
“They’ll be waiting in the same room,” the dwarven wife answers.
Further down, at the opening of the tent she hears Jedreck shout out, “I need to see the king, now!” Then other voices both male and female tell him he may not. She hears arguing as the dwarven wife opens a large leather flap and ushers her through.
She enters a large room with candles strategically placed on stools. In the centre of the room is a huge bed covered in fleece sheets. Lying on the bed naked is the king with his soul sword lying at his right side. His right hand covers the pommel. His lower member is erect and she feels shock course through her body. It has to be as long as her upper arm and half her lower arm, and just as thick as her forearm. She forces herself to think of Baron Rupert and what the baron did to her sister and others. Rage starts to build inside her. She glances around the room to make a plan.
“Use your mouth first,” he commands as he places his left hand behind his head.
“Close your eyes,” she says with as much seduction as she can fake.
“But I want to watch,” he says.
“The pleasure will be greater,” she says stepping to the right side of the bed.
He laughs and closes his eyes.
King Novak had told her the name of his sword and she had told him to speak it three times. “Dominance, Dominance, Dominance,” she says in her head.
The king opens his eyes as the sword disappears from his grasp. Lara knows she can’t wait. In one swift move she slices his lower member in half. As he howls in agony and grabs on with both hands to stifle the blood she chops into his throat. The sword is incredibly light in her hands considering how long it is. Now, in a daze she slits the back of the tent open. Next, she stabs the point of the king’s sword lightly through her gown and into her abdomen. She uses the bloody part of her gown to wipe the king’s blood off the rest of the soul sword. Footsteps are hurrying towards the room. Panicking she places the sword beside the king and falls to the floor.
As she waits, she realizes in a necromantic sense, she is the dark mother of these soul swords.
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