Ethelia--A Sexy Medieval Fantasy Novelette from Steam Books by Annette Archer

Author:Annette Archer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Steam Books
Published: 2013-12-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Thanus was at a loss. “Where I come from, Luciro, men have enough sense not to mention such things.”

“Where I come from, Prince, men have enough sense not to be sexed by a harlot!”

He rose up over Thanus, towering even more, and as his mouth gaped, the dark teeth resembled not so much rotten stubs, but pointed little spikes. Thanus took an involuntary step back.

“She has lain with you!” Luciro screamed. “She has lain with you in sin and now you will be forever trapped within her! You will both be destroyed for this!”

Reflexively, Thanus struck out, throwing a hard fist against Luciro’s jaw, having to swing up to connect the blow. Luciro’s head rocked back.

And then swung around again, his eyes flashing.

“That was a mistake.”

Something in his voice was…wrong. Thanus didn’t know what he was hearing, but it wasn’t good. He stepped back again, arms up defensively, only to have the other two Temporalists grab hold of him and hold him as Luciro stood up taller. And taller. His face elongated, stretching and pulling like clay, his robe billowed out as Luciro seemed to swell, grow, expand out.

Then the robe fell away.

What was beneath was a chitinous, bony thing with two segmented hind legs, and four arms, a neck that bent and twisted and coiled, and a heaving chest of sinewy muscle. It was a thing that was vaguely human, and mostly insect.

No. Not insect. Spider.

Luciro was a bizarre creature that reached for Thanus with hooked fingers and gnashing teeth, and he was so frozen with fear he could do nothing but watch as the harbinger of death itself came closer and closer yet.

“Hey, Luciro!” a voice shouted from behind the thing.

Luciro twisted his segmented body around to face Ethelia, standing small and strong behind him, Thanus’s sword in hand.

She rammed the sword forward, the finely sharpened blade tearing through Luciro’s side. The monster screeched and curled around itself, pulling away from the blade. Black ichor poured down its pale flesh. Ethelia had hurt him.

In a blink, reality rushed back in on Thanus. He shoved sideways against the one Temporalist, taking advantage of the shock that had rendered both men immobile. That one stumbled, allowing him to free his right arm. Now he was able to beat down the one on his left, raining punch after punch against his face and head and stomach. The man went down in a heap. He did not get up.

The other one tried to grab hold of him again, but a slash from the flat of his hand to the guy’s throat dropped him next to his friend.

Ethelia screamed.

Thanus turned and made one step toward where Ethelia was crouching. Luciro’s one hand grabbed him around his neck. He was lifted up off his feet.

The monster’s face reached down to his. “You will both die tonight.”

Thanus couldn’t pull in air, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything. In a flash, he knew that Luciro spoke the truth. He was a dead man.

His vision dimmed as Luciro squeezed harder.

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