Crossing the Forbidding Part 9; Epilogue (Patreon)

Adolyn and Monette traveled together for days. The trek to Bast was two weeks journey by foot. Adolyn did not seem at all bothered by the hike. He seemed to do this kind of walking often. Monette had suggested that he release her from her bonds multiple times. Suggesting that they could make better time if they flew. But Adolyn happily declined. Always remarking that he enjoyed the time that they shared as travelling companions. Monette was not disappointed at this at all. The time on the trek would mean Adolyn would have to feed her. Though she only needed small dregs of his quintessence from time to time, she insisted that sex accompany these feedings. The count was happy to oblige. Though sealed and unable to press against his life force, her body was still that of a succubus. Though she knew she’d fail, she tried multiple times to enthrall Adolyn. It was a bit of a game for her to try. He resisted her of course and each session of lovemaking ended as it did in Braylaen, with Monette purring under Adolyn’s cock.

She got to know the man in their travels. Learned about his vocation and his beliefs. He wasn’t so simple as he seemed and he kept a lot to himself. But he definitely was straightforward and easy to understand. He told her tales of his adventures and the strange things he had encountered. She found him to be humble and a bit self deprecating. He was excessively modest. He often attributed victories and feats to either luck or the support of his fellows. Monette wondered how he would explain away his victory over her. He’d seduced a succubus and brought her to heel. He’d made her feel good about her defeat and even feel thankful at having met the man. That was quite impressive feat for anyone, especially a mundane. She got her answer when she posed the question. He replied that he hadn’t really defeated her, as she’d gotten what she wanted, to feed on his energies. He concluded the only reason she was following him was to continue feeding on him. Monette huffed at this answer, admonishing him for his humility. She declared that she followed him because he intrigued her and that she was willing to submit to him because he’d proven himself superior. She again slapped his thigh with her tail when he denied her claims, explaining that he’d only gotten lucky. He then damned her with praise. He declared that most anyone would have fallen hard for her charms and her beauty. The only reason Monette wasn’t frustrated by his reply, was because Adolyn had said it with such conviction. She could only blush and be pleased with the compliment.

‘You’re damn right,’ she agreed.

From Adolyn, Monette found out that she would be taken to see Sierra, High Sorceress of the Royal Court. Monette had heard the name before, but was sure it couldn’t be the same person. The elderians spoke of a sorceress named Sierra who had been a whirlwind back during the time of the Baptism. A suffolk sheep with power that rivaled the druids. It was said that she could take down eternians and elderians like they were nothing. And that her magic was ancient and awe inspiring. Monette’s mood soured when Adolyn began describing the sorceress. She was certain they were one and the same. Adolyn said that he believed Sierra was the descendent of the legendary sorceress. Though admittedly he’d never looked into it. He’d met her a few times. She always seemed sweet, in an intense, foreboding sort of way. She and the King would decide Monette’s fate. Adolyn figured since Monette had killed no one, that the worst they would do is send her back beyond the forbidding. The succubus hemmed and hawed, unwilling to return to the Elderlands. She tried to convince Adolyn that she would make an exceptional lover. With her powers and his combined they could do anything they wanted. Adolyn of course, honorable knight that he was, declined. Monette decided to change tact. She asked if Adolyn could use her experience and knowledge in his order. She was certain that few mundanes knew the things she knew. She could be a valuable asset to him. He seemed to ponder it for a second before politely dismissing it.

‘I’m not certain that’s my call,’ he said. Monette sighed, going home was preferable to imprisonment or execution. But she’d hoped for something better.

‘But I’ll suggest it. It is an interesting idea.’ he later said. Monette felt a burst of jubilation. 

Over the time she came to regard Adolyn as her friend. He was the first mundane she had ever respected and though she would not admit it aloud, probably the first person she ever felt comfortable following. Together in their travels they had encountered bandits, haunts and night things. Adolyn had protected her, looked after her and worried over her. She enjoyed having his friendship and affections without having forced them. He’d told her stories. Taught her things of the mundane lands and opened her mind to the possibilities of living there. As they reached the last leg of their journey, Monette had come to see Adolyn as someone she could depend on. He would not let her be banished home. He’d become attached himself. The two had laid together as friends and lovers. He regarded her as someone he could come to like for more than just her sexual appetites. As their journey came to an end and the great city of Bast was in sight, she turned to him and asked.

‘You sure they’re not going to just cast me in some dungeon, right?’ 

Adolyn smiled and continued walking.

‘You have my word.’ he called back to her. Monette stopped, staring at the city for a long moment before she felt the tug on her leash. A new chapter of her life seemed to wait for her in that city. What would it be? Would she truly enjoy it, or would she regret her decisions? She had to trust in Adolyn, a concept that almost made her ill. She never trusted anyone, not completely. But she was growing to trust him. Grinning, she decided there was no point in hesitating. The decision had already been made. She had crossed the forbidding to experience what the mundane lands had to offer. There in the capital of this great kingdom, Monette intended to find out.