Prologue Chapter 3

Out in front stood a large man, rugged man, with a stereotypical barbarian king look. He was flanked on both sides by six armed guards. Beside the leader was the chubby old man, now dressed in full regalia, albeit dirty and ill kept.

“Whatcha shame priest, ya request eh bath so ye followers canna rest and clean themselves. Yet they waste it fucking one of your pathetic guards instead of any of the real men.” The men chuckle amongst them selves as they eye their prizes.

“So nuff sweetie.”, yells one of the soldiers.

“First dibs on da gigantic tittes one, she minds me of muther.”, heckles another.

“Lets see the lucky bitch.” He motions and two of the guards grab Jeorge, forcing him to kneel in front of the king.

“It can’t be. The Gods continue to shine on me.” The man lets out a jovial laugh.

“The Gods show you no favor heathen. But let us go and we may yet find a way save your soul.” One of the male prisoners called out. It was then immediately followed by laughter which only ceased when the leader began to speak.

“Speck tell de rude guest where were we 100 sols ago?”

A nervous man with a prisoners collar around his neck replies, “A prison camp boss. Awaiting execution after getting captured during the crusade.”

“And what happened on the morning of my execution?”

“The impact boss.”

“Did that do anything?”

“You mean aside from burying my former liege, collapsing all the grand kingdoms, killing a whole bunch of everything, and in general turning this place into a hellscape?”

The barbarian king delivers a punch to the man’s chest, “A hellscape that I run, shit you could even call it the start of the first grand kingdom of the new world!”

Many of the men started to cheer and holler. “So wit dat blessing I find meself downing de finest wines witcha grand cardinal, ogling de princesses of Lamien and Sa’leoc, looking down on de dukes of Yeala and Rivertown, and dehanding da Master Paladin of the Faithful—“ With that four men quickly overpowered, restrained, then removed the hands of the protesting paladin.

The king walks over to the now crying paladin as he men try to stop the blood loss. “I thought all that be moar then nuff reward for me, yet I be blesses again. Me men find the Goldreaper among the rabble! Combine me manpower wit their knowledge and ye skills and we be conquering da whole damn planet!”

Even louder cheers erupted from the men. But Jeorge remained silent. “Its fine… Jeorge you go by now? Even before da big boom word had spread ya found religion and gone soft. I know it take time to turn ya back round. But as I was splaining ta ya friend here,” The rugged man grabs the shook paladin by the hair, “De Gods exist for the sole reason of bring me blessings!” He follows his comments up with a self righteous, bellowing laugh.

Garth regains enough composure to respond by spitting on the barbarians face.

“Cute. But me not be one of ye whores.”He growls before slamming Garths face under the water. He holds it there until the struggling stops. A few soft cries could be heard but they are silenced quickly enough that the barbarian decides to let it go.

“Time to get started cardinal, it be best not to keep ya king waiting.”

The old man dressed in regalia agreed, “Of course your Grace, everyone we will began the ritual of authority for his Grace Nath…er…apologies, for his Grace the Desert King.”

The grand cardinal was initially meet with mostly uneasy stares, but the sound of swords being unsheathed provided to be proper motivation.

After nearly an hour of preparation the ritual could begin. In the river stood about fifty people holding hands in a circle surrounding Lilan, Susanna, and the desert king. All three are naked. Lilan sensually washes his back while Susanna applies the traditional markings with his manhood inside her. “You mustn’t thrust my King, it will sully the ritual,” Lilan starts kissing his upper back, slowly moving up to his neck, then his right cheek before giving his ear a slight bite and whispering, “there will be plenty of time to thrust into us all night and morning.”

Content to wait the Desert King controllers his impulses, instead focusing his energy on actually trying to understand and appreciate the ritual. After several more minutes Lilan and Susanna swap places, except now Lilan starts to move up and down. The man attempts to grab her by the hips but Susanns grabs his arms, “Patience our king, she know the proper rhythm.” He angrily relents for now but makes a mental note to punish the two women later. The anger quickly subsides as he starts to experience a pleasure he has never felt before.

“Gods! Ya are so tight… I’ve never…fuck I think I am gonna cum soon.”

“You need to hold it until we are done babe.” Susanna tells him as she kisses and caresses his body. He thinks he feels her bite his shoulder hard enough to draw blood but is too preoccupied verify.

The cardinal, Lilan, Susanna, and a few other begin to recite the various chants as required by the ceremony.

Under threat of an arrow to the back Jeorge, like the others, kept his eyes on the threesome. At first he tried to block out the spectacle but quickly resigned to the fact that he was mesmerized by the two women. He couldn’t take his eyes off even if he tried. He was drawn to them, almost as if they…or something was calling out to him. At first it was so faint he couldn’t make anything out but now it was so loud he couldn’t help but hear anything else. The volume became so overwhelming that Jeorge falls to the his knees.

The sound of rushing water awakens Jeorge. He immediately notices he is on the banks of a river. That brings rushing back the events of the day. Jeorge bolts up but is shocked to find no one around. The next thing he notices is the river has grown a substantial amount compared to…well he wasn’t quite sure how long her had been out. As he gathers himself he stops in his tracks once he notices it. Floating above the middle of river resides a house sized sphere. Being transparent, it would be impossible to notice, except for the slight auditory hum that called out for him to come to it. In fact Jeorge finds it difficult to look away until a voice breaks his concentration.

“Are you the one who will save this world?”