Hello people and welcome back to Goblin Slayer: The Team Year 2. I have some brand spanking new abilities in the works, and there's still a party to tend to, so...on with the show.
Review Response: I suppose it makes sense for Rhea Fighter to be like that...although that doesn't say much in regards to her deal with Wizard's bro.
It wasn't really optional to check on Ranger's dad; he runs the town's training hall, and Wizard and Warrior work there as well. As for GS' gear? Well...he tends to throw things away in combat, and...he might take a self-maintenance enchantment, or 12, for his more permanent equipment. His gun being silenced however was a no-brainer.
As for no one below Bronze Rank joining the siege on the vampire queen's fortress? Yeah, you have a point there; any rookies would just get cut down, and small elite teams can cause a bigger, yet more subtle pain in the ass.
Believe it or not, Ranger does control his wrath; he only tortured the 2 shamans because they greenlit the lesser goblins' actions, and he may have argued in favor of scarring the goblins, but Goblin Slayer made it clear it was out-of-the-question and...he's Goblin Slayer; he knows what he's talking about, and considering Ranger's character, proving how much of a testosterone-overdosed badass he is at literally every time, is out-of-place, hence why he agreed to GS' plan.
Yeah, seeing a baby so pure worked on the Sword Maiden, and she was haunted by the goblins' "treatment" for over a decade, imagine what some girls who weren't afflicted for even half that time would think. Abbot signing on to help fight the vampire queen is right up his alley since vampires and demons are quite similar, especially in regards to their weaknesses. As for Sword Maiden giving Storm Mage a shot...well, that's also a shoo-in.
Technically Warrior and Wizard saved Noble Fencer; Ranger didn't do a damn thing outside of Water Town while Fighter was carrying his daughter, which obviously took 9 freaking months; Warrior and Wizard had to step up to the plate and do their thing. Noble Fencer might be supporting the adventurer training and recruitment program, but she's not on the frontlines like the team is. Her bringing her input to the King is one of the few "canon" events I agree with, especially since it makes sense given the circumstances, and...ho boy, if adventurers flood the rank from all over the nation then the goblins are completely boned.
Not only is Fighter going to get something sweet from Guru, which I won't spoil, but I have a 2nd surprise for the readers here...
Ranger and Fighter stepped into the garden in the back of Noble Fencer's home and sat on a stone bench, with Fighter nursing a glass of wine..
"Any idea what Storm Mage was doing here?" Ranger asked
"Probably to check with his Bard friend, although...I'd like to know if he stopped the weather with a miracle or his magic." Fighter said.
"Speaking of miracles, did I ever tell you I freed some people from the vampires' control?" Ranger asked which made Fighter chuckle and nudge him with her shoulder.
"My dear heroic husband..." She teased.
"That's what I do...unless you're a goblin." Ranger said casually.
"I still can't believe you made those goblins kill each other, and themselves." Fighter said,
"Like Warrior said, no one's shedding tears for those assholes." Ranger said.
"Speaking of which, it looks like the sky shed quite a few..." Fighter said as she looked over the freshly rained-on environment and inhaled deeply.
"That good?" Ranger asked.
"Rain always gets me refreshed." Fighter said.
"I thought that was my job...?" Ranger asked with a smirk.
"Don't make me splash you with this wine." Fighter said casually.
"And ruin the suit you can't stop tearing off of me with your eyes? Please..." Ranger teased, and Fighter stared at him.
"You win this round mister." Fighter said before sipping more wine.
"If you were drinking that while as small as you were when we met, I'd have gotten on you about getting drunk." Ranger said.
"Hey, I wasn't that light." Fighter said.
"I could drag you across the ground with almost no trouble after I killed that hob. But nowadays...yeah, I wish my younger self the best of luck with that." Ranger said while stroking Fighter's hair.
"Careful, a girl could say you're calling her fat." Fighter teased.
"You? Hardly, and even if you were, the kind of training you go through would be a nightmare for any fat you'd put on." Ranger said.
"Nice save..." Fighter deadpanned, and Ranger looked her over.
"And any you do put on, at least it's in the right places." He teased, and Fighter patted his chest.
"Shut up already." She said casually, and Ranger snickered.
"On a serious note, I almost feel sorry for goblins that go through the kind of hell your muscles let you raise...almost" Ranger said.
"Says the guy who threw terrorism into his tactics when it comes to fighting them." Fighter said before sipping again.
"Please, Goblin Slayer probably has stories written about him to scare goblin kids, as if that wasn't sad from the get-go." Ranger said.
"Heartlessness towards heartlessness from creatures who embody heartlessness..." Fighter said.
"Now who's being poetic?" Ranger teased which made Fighter giggle.
"I learned from a master." Fighter said before kissing him, putting the wine glass down and wrapping her arms around him, then pressed her lips against his neck.
"Fighter...Fighter, baby, you're getting a bit carried away." Ranger said softly.
"I can't help it...you're just so damn handsome." Fighter said before going back to kissing his neck while trying to remove his suit, but Ranger stopped her by gripping her hands.
"Seriously, this isn't the time, or the place, and I'm sure as hell not going to take advantage of you." Ranger said seriously as he kept holding her hands between them, and Fighter pouted.
"Killjoy..." She said, and Ranger smirked.
"I love you too." He said casually, before Fighter leaned on his shoulder.
"I'm amazed you never got any wine." She said.
"No way, someone like me should stay sober at all times." Ranger said seriously.
"You don't trust your self-control?" Fighter asked.
"It's not that, I just don't trust the self-control of those around me, not including you." Ranger said.
"Oh?" Fighter asked.
"What if someone gets too...worked up and someone has to stop them before they hurt themselves or someone else?" Ranger asked, and Fighter snuggled into him.
"My dear heroic husband..." She breathed out.
"You said that twice..." Ranger said.
"Only because you gave me two reasons to say it." Fighter teased.
"True enough." Ranger said with a smirk before holding her close.
"I'd say it's true all the way." Fighter said.
"Well...as long as the loving, and lovely girl I'm holding sees me as her hero..." Ranger said casually.
"She always did." Fighter said softly after Ranger kissed the top of her head.
"Heaven knows you're my hero...heroine, whatever." Ranger said, and Fighter shook her head.
"Semantics." She said.
"Anyway...I'd hate to see what would happen if you did get too drunk, or what ideas other people would get." Ranger said seriously.
"You'd be there to keep me out of other people's hands if I got drunk right?" Fighter asked.
"Of course, even if you couldn't handle yourself...and then some." Ranger said.
"Well, for now, I've drunk enough, and I'd like to remain in my dear husband's arms for a while longer." Fighter said.
"Like I said at your father's grave: these arms will always be available to you." Ranger said softly and Fighter sighed deeply..
"I remember..." She whispered.
"I meant it then, like I do now...I love you Fighter. Thanks for giving me a family..." Ranger said, and with that, Fighter buried her face into her husband's shoulder and he felt her tears moisten his clothing..and how could he do anything but seal the deal with an embrace of his own? The two spouses sat there embracing, and not caring if anyone saw.
Everyone inside continued to socialize in every way possible, with the rest of the team observing, if not eating or drinking.
"So, did any of you notice the weather clear up?" Storm Mage asked.
"It's hard not to. Did you do that?" Warrior asked.
"Nothing gets past you does it? I actually drew quite a bit of power from it before asking the gods to disperse it." Storm Mage said.
"Are you expecting an invasion or something?" Wizard's brother asked.
"I'm not proud of it, but...I do still have a greedy streak." Storm Mage said.
"Well, as long as you keep the streets demon-free and don't rob anyone, who cares?" Warrior said.
"Glad to see you believe in me..." Storm Mage deadpanned which caused some laughs.
"So, how did you and Bard meet?" Priestess asked.
"Not by choice let me tell you, but...he was actually my moral compass, until I came to my senses on my own accord." Storm Mage said.
"What do you mean?" Priestess asked.
"Girl...I've always been greedy as hell; even during my time as a demon hunter I've done some insanely selfish things. Even with the messed up things in the Sword Maiden's past...she still deserves to live more than I do." Storm Mage said seriously.
"That's bullshit. You serve her because you want to make a difference right? Well, like the boss would say: focus on that chance instead of whatever your past selfishness was." Warrior said.
"He would've phrased that better." Wizard teased.
"Not now sweetie..." Warrior said.
"The point is, you serve the Sword Maiden, now deal with it." Wizard's brother said seriously.
"Right, as for Bard? Well, at first I never told him what I've done, but when I did, not only did he not turn me in to the authorities, but stuck by me to not only get some material for his songs, but also ran into that lovely Songstress. He even learned the Elvish tongue just so he could talk to her." Storm Mage said, and Wizard's eyes widened.
"Now that's romantic." She said seriously.
"The really amazing thing is that...for the first time in my life, I had no interest in pursuing her. The list of women I've been with is probably half a mile long, and I'm not interested in her, even if she was no longer involved with Bard." Storm Mage said.
"That's what we call a bromance." Warrior said which made Storm Mage give him a weird look.
"You don't say...anyway, that bard really has it made: a lovely woman at his side, me, a booming career...my younger self would turn in his grave had I died years ago." Storm Mage said, and the team gave him weird looks. "Hey, I'm allowed to make fun of myself."
"That's still kind of dark." Warrior said seriously.
"Anyway, how do you like working for the archbishop?" Priestess asked and Storm Mage sighed.
"You love her don't you?" Wizard asked.
"I don't know if I should...let's ignore the notion that I may or may not be good enough for her. Where the hell would our relationship go, or what would it even be?" Storm Mage asked.
"She's been through a complete shitstorm, and you want to stop being a complete shitstorm. That's what it would be." Wizard said seriously.
"As for where it would go? Well...look at where Ranger and Fighter went..." Her brother said.
"Those two are married and have a child; you really think the archbishop would allow that considering...what has to happen before a child can be born?" Storm Mage asked seriously.
"If she's o.k. with it, she's o.k. with it. For crying out loud, you're making this harder than it has a right to be. Just show her you give a damn, keep going until you get somewhere and for the love of all things sacred...quit bitching." Wizard said.
"I'll commune with the Love Goddess, see what I can do to ease Her Grace's misery, if possible." Storm Mage said before sighing.
"Good boy, now get back to the show..." Wizard said, and with that, the rest of the party was spent on less serious things, like listening to random discussions, listening to more music, filling their stomachs, even paying homage to the fallen with a toast at one point.
After the party, Ranger and Fighter wet home, checked on their daughter, removed their fancy clothes, and went to bed.
"That was one hell of a shindig..." Ranger said as he laid down.
"Worth it?" Fighter asked as she removed her bra and underwear, and crawled into bed with him.
"Very much so...and now I get to lay next to my enchanting wife." Ranger said as he opened the blankets, got under them, and Fighter snuggled into his side.
"And I...get to lay next to my big, sexy husband." Fighter said, and the moment she laid down, she sighed dreamily as she snuggled into him while smiling brightly.
"Someone is in a good mood." Ranger said, and Fighter giggled as she touched Ranger's face.
"And why wouldn't I be? This sort of reminded me of our wedding." She said.
"It didn't top our wedding did it?" Ranger asked as he caressed her face in return with the back of his hand.
"Nothing will top our wedding. The best part of this was when you reminded me of how your arms will always be available to me." Fighter said before kissing him briefly but sweetly.
"Sorry I made you cry though." Ranger said softly as he stroked her hair.
"I don't mind; they were the right kind of tears." Fighter said.
"I meant every word my love; that ring on your finger isn't there to look pretty, even though it does." Ranger said which made Fighter chuckle again.
"No I suppose it's not." She said before snuggling into his side again.
"How's your womb?" Ranger asked.
"I'll be alright in a few weeks, at this rate at least." Fighter said.
"I thought those potions you drink helped the process." Ranger said.
"They do, but it's better if I recover naturally." Fighter said.
"I see...and don't tell me I sound like Goblin Slayer." Ranger said, and Fighter smirked.
"Are you in a hurry?" Fighter teased.
"Not really but-" Fighter cuts him off by putting a finger on his lips, and shushing him.
"I know...but we can do other things remember?" She said.
"It's not the same...although it is close enough at times." Ranger said.
"Oh really?" Fighter teased.
"Yes...really." Ranger said as Fighter pressed her lips to his and Ranger wrapped his arms around Fighter's slender yet robust and buxom frame. The two mashed their lips together with less-than subtle smacking and sucking sounds between them. Each shift of their lips deepened their kiss, and each lash of their tongues reaped generous amounts of each other's flavor, as well as raw intimacy for them to consume, and bathe in.
When they finally separated, both were almost breathless, and inhaled as much air as their lungs would allow, and each of their hearts fluttered.
"Will you ever stop being a good kisser...?" Fighter asked.
"Not as long as I'm kissing you..." Ranger breathed out, and Fighter got on top of him, took both his hands and put them on her butt for him. The moment his hands touched her round, fleshy buttocks, he immediately worked on it with lovingly soft squeezes which made the beauty in his bed gasp in pleasure. All the while, Fighter kissed him, lashed tongues with him, and eventually pressed her breasts into her husband's brawny chest.
She then moved up, and held her breasts to Ranger's face, silently asking to suck on them, which he did. This time, he used his hands to squeeze them while he licked both her nipples at once, which made her gasp even harder. Then she pulled away, which made him look at her funny and for once...stop handling her butt.
"That's enough of that...treat the rest of me." Fighter said sensually as she laid down on her front and Ranger sat to massage her shoulders, back, buttocks and legs, including her sensitive inner thighs which made her gasp and tense up from the pleasure. She then flipped over and he gave her front the same treatment, from her hips, to her face and everything in-between.
"Had enough?" Ranger teased.
"You really take treat the rest of me seriously don't you?" Fighter breathed out.
"Like I told you before...you have the body of a goddess, and it deserves to be revered as such." Ranger said sensually, then pressed his lips against hers and they have another tongue duel. He then put his hand on her belly, moves down...and stroked her between her legs and she breaks their kiss with a moan, which leads to pleasured gasps as her husband treated her womb with his loving hand. Eventually, she let out a long groan of euphoria and stuffed the blanket in her mouth to silence herself, and Ranger kept stroking her longer to make sure her pleasure drowned out any pain she might've been in, and she grabbed his hand immediately after he stopped.
"You drive me insane sometimes, you know that...?" Fighter asked.
"As long as it's the right kind." Ranger teased and he groped her breasts, which made her smile even more brightly.
"We're going to have to change the sheets sooner or later baby." Fighter said.
"Like that's ever stopped us. But...on a serious note: we can bathe in the morning and have the sheets changed as we do our thing." Ranger said, and Fighter simply continued smiling at her husband who couldn't stop fondling her breasts until she stopped him.
"That'll do...we should sleep now." She said.
"Good night..." Ranger said.
"Good night...my love and life." Fighter said softly, and with that, the pair shared a kiss and Ranger laid down and the two held each other close as the Dream God claimed them both.
In the middle of a dark, foggy marshland, the groans of hundreds of goblins trapped under the surface could be heard. Underneath them, faint screams of pain could also be heard, and when it was looked into further...those goblins under the bog were trying to break the surface. However, the tar they were moving through restricted their movements, and the ones beneath them...were actually on fire.
The fog around the marshes opened windows in mid-air that showed the goblins dancing on he corpses of the people they butchered while laughing, the screams of the countless girls they captured and forced into becoming breeding stock, and even some of them weeping while giving birth to more of the unholy creatures.
The goblins trapped were the very same ones in the visions, and that's when it became clear. This was no dream, it was Purgatory, the world where all creatures pay for the sins they've committed, and the ones trapped under the bog had committed a great many sins. The balance was being restored, one drop of immeasurable suffering at a time...
Ranger woke from his vision shaking in fury, but when he realized he was back in the waking world...with his loving and beautiful wife sleeping so peacefully and shifting against him, his fury died like it was shot through the head. Ranger couldn't help smiling as he looked over Fighter's sleeping visage; her desire to be as close to him as physically possible was too adorable for words. This was the complete opposite of his vision and it demanded to be acknowledged, and he did so by snuggling into her in return.
"My dear Fighter..." Ranger whispered and Fighter shifted against him once again.
True to their word, the two had themselves a bath while the manor's staff changed their bed sheets. They already had their fill of each other's bodies the last time they had a bath, at least for the time being, but the memory lingered. It wasn't the only one either...
"This is just like when you came home from the north." Fighter said.
"I remember..." Ranger whispered, and Fighter embraced Ranger from behind, and hung her head over his shoulder.
"And just like then...your wife is here..." She trailed off.
"And she's going to take good care of me...what else is new?" Ranger said before turning to her, and sharing a smile with her before locking lips with her. Fighter then broke the kiss, and shared another smile with Ranger before she started rubbing her breasts against his back...like she did during their last bath. Ranger continued breathing as deeply and slowly as he could as he felt Fighter's large, luscious breasts press into his broad, dense torso.
Fighter then filled her hands with water, and began throwing it on Ranger's chest-length hair. She then repeated the process until Ranger's hair was completely soaked, then put a decent amount of soap in it, then Ranger turned to see Fighter doing the same thing with her own hair. Ranger then put water in her hair for her just like she did with him, and Fighter stopped and let her dear husband serve her like she served him. Amazingly, neither of them got the idea of running their hands over each other's bodies, despite the timing being as good as it could be.
Now was the time for something more serious...
"Ranger...I couldn't help but notice your attitude change towards our goblin slaying." Fighter said as she rinsed his hair.
"You mean my desire to instill fear? Well...I can't blame the War God entirely; the types of atrocities the goblins pull and are still pulling call for a great deal of punishment. I'm thankful Goblin Slayer was there to get my head out of the clouds, and my head will not go back into the clouds anytime soon." Ranger said.
"How can you be so sure?" Fighter asked.
"Last night...the War God granted me a vision. I was actually in Purgatory, watching some goblins pay for those atrocities I mentioned, I even got a front-row seat to watch some of them...I'm somewhat glad I did though..." Ranger said.
"Ranger..." Fighter whispered.
"I'm not like Goblin Slayer, no matter how much the Sword Maiden wants to think so. Goblin Slayer is used to seeing the goblins do what they do; I doubt I ever will be." Ranger said, then Fighter hugged him from behind.
"Speaking of whom, you should probably talk to her about this." She said.
"Probably..." Ranger said, while holding her hands.
"I actually hope you never become like Goblin Slayer." Fighter said.
"If I ever put on a face-covering helmet and refuse to take it off, yank it off me." Ranger said which made Fighter chuckle and shift against him before he turns to hug her.
"But for now...let's just enjoy this." Fighter said softly, and with that, the two simply sat there in the bath holding each other close, shifting every now and then to get more out of different positions, but nevertheless taking in the presence and affection of the other. Ranger then leaned against the edge of the bath, with Fighter snuggling into his side, with both continuing to hold each other close. With both of them more relaxed than before, they could now focus on the sounds of the water swishing, each other's breaths, and above all, the warmth of the water, and each other's bodies.
Fighter then looked over Ranger's fully-erect manhood and began stroking it with her powerful yet gentle hand.
"Seriously...?" Ranger asked.
"I believe I owe you from last night baby." Fighter teased, and Ranger recalled the time he handled her womanhood with his fingers.
"Oh...that..." He said before groaning in bliss as Fighter continued stroking his manhood, then clamping onto Ranger's neck with her lips which made him chuckle.
"Fighter...!" Ranger said, and Fighter stopping sucking on his neck.
"I also remember doing this while at that birthday yesterday...and you stopped me cold." She said.
"You know why I did too." Ranger said.
"Oh I know...and you know that I revered this body of yours." Fighter said before she stopped stroking Ranger's manhood, and began caressing his rippling abdomen and chest before squeezing both sides.
"That you did..." Ranger breathed out, and Fighter continued massaging and analyzing her husband's divine body.
"All that training you did with those demon hunters made you even sexier...which I didn't think was possible." She said sensually.
"Really? Well, in case you don't already know...I'm not done training." Ranger said.
"In that case, neither will I." Fighter said.
"As if any fat you'd put on wasn't in enough danger." Ranger said, and Fighter raised an eyebrow.
"You're in a pretty funny position to talk about what kind of weight I put on." She said.
"I've already explained my standing on that yesterday. For fuck's sake, don't take it so seriously." Ranger said, and Fighter stared at him.
"You really are too clever for your own good." She said.
"I love you too." Ranger said casually, and Fighter smirked before she continued stroking Ranger's manhood. Once she did, Ranger relaxed, and continued sighing and groaning in bliss, much to Fighter's pride. She kept her eyes glued to either Ranger's peaceful face, or his manhood, which made Fighter suck in a breath. She even trembled at the memory of the bliss she went through each time she mated with Ranger back in the first months they started adventuring.
"I really missing having this gigantic cock of yours inside me..." Fighter said.
"So do I; I dare say it belongs inside of you." Ranger said, and Fighter giggled.
"Not to mention how well you've used it before I was carrying our lovely daughter." She said.
"I told you, we can do others things...like this." Ranger breathed out.
"How right you are..." Fighter said before rubbing one of her thighs against Ranger's lower abdomen, then pressing her lips against his. Ranger immediately gripped the softened, alternate side of Fighter's butt, and she giggled into their kiss; her husband was as predictable as the sunrise. Ranger then gripped one of her breasts with his spare hand, and fondled it while he continued groaning as Fighter kept stroking his manhood.
"How long are you going to play with it?" Ranger asked, and Fighter finally stopped.
"I was going to make you climax just like you did with me last night, but in hindsight...maybe I should do that later." She said.
"How much later?" Ranger asked, and Fighter smirked.
"I'll surprise you baby." She said while smirking.
"Well, like I said when you first saw it...it's all yours." Ranger said.
"Lucky me..." Fighter trailed off before locking lips with Ranger again, and he stopped squeezing her butt, and traveled up her back. His other hand continued fondling her breast as the first hand caressed the silky skin on Fighter's back, as well as her night-black hair. Ranger then pulled back, and looked over the breast he was fondling, and Fighter did the same.
"You know...I don't remember your breasts being this big and soft..." Ranger trailed off.
"I noticed a change in them while I was pregnant, and of course our daughter needs her milk." Fighter said.
"That she does...that she does." Ranger said.
"My breasts also got more sensitive during pregnancy." Fighter said.
"I know, which is why there was no way I would play with them, even if everything else distracted the fuck out of me." Ranger said.
"Let me guess: your mother told you about how a woman's body changes during pregnancy?" Fighter asked.
"Of course she did, but those things I did while you were pregnant? No one told me to do that." Ranger said.
"I know..." Fighter said softly, and Ranger continued squeezing her softened butt.
"I even restrained myself from grabbing this gorgeous ass of yours..." Ranger groaned, and Fighter giggled.
"Sorry for torturing you so much." She teased.
"Given how much softer your ass, and the rest of your body got, it's well worth the wait." Ranger said before caressing her thigh.
"You know I'm going to get back in shape right? I can't crush goblin heads without that strength you love so much." Fighter said seriously.
"Fighter...baby...you never lost your strength; as far as I'm concerned, your strength has nowhere to go but up. Besides, your skin may have gotten thicker, but I can feel your muscles, and you did not get weaker." Ranger said.
"Good to know...and my strength might have made giving birth easier; it wouldn't surprise me. Although it still wasn't fun." Fighter said and Ranger sighed.
"Please don't remind me..." He said, and Fighter ran a hand over Ranger's face.
"I'm fine. You see me here in front of you, and you just made it clear I'm still lovely." She said.
"That is true, and I still don't see how that can change." Ranger said.
"You being allowed to grab my ass certainly won't." Fighter teased, and Ranger squeezed her butt yet again.
"I may have stopped myself from doing so before, but guess what? I'm not going through that again." Ranger said.
"Knock yourself out baby." Fighter said sensually, before kissing Ranger again, and rubbing her leg against Ranger's. The two shifted their lips against each other, their tongues danced together, their heads turned from one side to the other, and their hearts pounded as they indulged their affections...and their desires. Fighter never stopped moaning as her robust, loving husband continued playing with the abundant, supple flesh of her buttocks to his enormous heart's content.
They then began lashing tongues outside of their mouths, and the sound of their deep, labored breathing drove their lust, just as much as the feeling of each other's skin, and muscles did. Even the saliva pouring down their chins, necks, and chests didn't slow them down; both of them were hungry for each other, and the bath gave them a perfect excuse to make a mess. The whole time, Ranger's hand never stopped squeezing Fighter's butt, and even shaking one cheek from the side at one point, before going back to squeezing it normally.
"How does this feel for you?" Ranger asked.
"I still find it amazing how strong and gentle your hands are..." Fighter breathed out.
"Like I am with how built your muscles are, and how thick and creamy your skin is." Ranger said while running his hands over the skin on Fighter's butt then her back.
"Gifts from the Love Goddess I'm happy to share...and ones you never fail to respect to the fullest." Fighter said.
"The sad thing is that the so-called fullest, isn't enough, not after all we went through." Ranger said softly, and Fighter smiled.
"Not that I blame you, but it's also amazing that it always comes back to that." She said.
"I amaze myself with how I keep doing that; you'd think I'd get lost in how...flawless your ass is, and the rest of your body for that matter, that everything else falls away, but no...not a chance." Ranger said.
"Holism for the win." Fighter said, then Ranger looked over her hair.
"I never rinsed your hair." He said.
"Alright...let's go something about that." Fighter said before getting off of Ranger, moving to where the water came into the bath...with Ranger staring at her flexing buttocks, and she turned on the shower. Fighter then turned to see Ranger's eyes on her butt, and stood up before backing up to where he was. Ranger then reached up, and squeezed each of her round, wide cheeks, before standing up and running his hands through her hair.
"I remember seeing you with your hair down like this for the first time..." Ranger breathed out.
"So do I...you told me that I make myself look more beautiful every time you think I couldn't." Fighter said as Ranger continued washing the soap out of her hair, and took his time doing so.
"And that sentiment has not changed." He said and Fighter turned to show her smile, and once Ranger saw it, he returned it, and claimed her lips with his own. Unlike their last kiss which was hungry and intense, this one was gentle, and heart-tugging. Ranger then stopped rinsing Fighter's hair, and when she fully turned around to embrace him, he returned the favor, and simply held her as close as he could. The two then simply stood there with the warm water running down their bodies, and enjoying their deep, passionate, and peaceful kiss.
When it finally broke, both of them pressed their foreheads together, and ran their hands over each other's faces.
"I love you..." Fighter whispered.
"And I love you..." Ranger said softly, before the pair shared a kiss, then a smile. Ranger then gathered Fighter's hair, some of which was hiding her breasts, then he held up a bundle of it to imitate the high ponytail Fighter used to wear. He then imagined Fighter in the white robe, black pants, and light yellow scarf she used to wear as well.
"Those were the days weren't they?" Fighter asked.
"Yes...they were..." Ranger trailed off, then he let go of Fighter's freshly-washed hair.
"We can reminisce when we finish washing...and you finish running your hands over me." She said.
"An opportunity I will never stop thanking you for, my love and life." Ranger said, then Fighter took his hands, and puts them on her butt for him.
"First...I have an ass that still needs grabbing." She said.
"I know I call you my love goddess for the symbolism, and the poetry...but you have the ass of an actual goddess..." Ranger breathed out, and Fighter giggled.
"And it's all yours baby..." She teased, before she resuming their kiss from earlier, which turned into a tongue-lashing session. Ranger meanwhile kept squeezing every inch of her butt, and applied just enough force to make Fighter feel how serious he was. Fighter continued relishing the flavors coming from each other's mouths, and pressed her breasts into Ranger's chest, and flexed her butt, making Ranger break the kiss.
"Oh wow..." Ranger breathed out, and Fighter smirked, as she kept flexing and relaxing her butt in-sync with Ranger squeezing it.
"Feel it?" She teased.
"You really do have the ass of a goddess...gift or not." Ranger groaned, then Fighter gripped his butt in return.
"You keep getting on me for having an amazing ass, but you're not much worse, if at all." She said as she squeezed Ranger's butt as enthusiastically as he squeezed hers.
"If I didn't know better I'd say you like the rest of me more." Ranger said.
"Well, you like my ass more than I like yours, but still...you're a beast from head to toe." Fighter said before letting go of Ranger's butt, then holding him close before sucking on his neck. He then held Fighter close in return, and relished the feeling of Fighter's large, soft breasts pressing into his side, as well as the raw intimacy of her kissing and licking his neck. He then
"Oh Fighter..." Ranger breathed out as Fighter began dragging her tongue up the side of his neck. Ranger then slide one hand up from her butt, placed it on one of her breasts, and started squeezing it. Fighter began moaning as Ranger fondled her flesh, and flicked his index finger over her nipple slowly but steadily.
"Let me guess: you already played with the other breast, so you're giving that one some loving?" Fighter teased.
"Of course. Your ass had enough, now it's your breasts' turn." Ranger said.
"Lucky them." Fighter said.
"Lucky me." Ranger said seriously.
"Lucky you." Fighter said, then smirked as Ranger raised an eyebrow.
"Clever..." He deadpanned.
"Just keep squeezing away baby." Fighter said, and Ranger returned her smirk before he focused on the mound of plump, silky flesh he was playing with.
"I remember telling you that playing with your nipples was just for you, as was several other things I do to you." He said.
"So do I, and I also recall you saying how proud you are of making me react the way I do...and you cannot fault me for reacting the way I do. You fuck like a master..." Fighter said.
"Physiology for the win...and for the record, I may give your ass quite a bit of attention, but these breasts of yours are as flawless as ever...in fact..." Ranger trailed off before turning Fighter around, and she giggled as Ranger began fondling both of her breasts at once. Fighter then simply relaxed against Ranger's bulk, and sucked in the deepest breaths she could as the man holding her took full advantage of how open she was. The water that continued pouring down their bodies continued easing whatever tension wasn't already eased, and Ranger continued applied the same sweet pressure to Fighter's breasts, which barely fit into his hands. Fighter then began gasping as Ranger pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers.
"Oh the look on your face..." Ranger teased, and Fighter turned her head to show the smirk on her face.
"Two can play that game..." She trailed off, then began rubbing her butt against Ranger's groin.
"Seriously?" Ranger asked casually.
"What? You want me to stop?" Fighter teased.
"Oh no." Ranger said.
"I didn't think so..." Fighter breathed out as she continued using her butt to apply friction to Ranger's fully-aroused manhood, as he kept squeezing her breasts. Ranger then glued his eyes to Fighter's delectable breasts, and relished the feeling of Fighter's butt rubbing against his manhood. Ranger even doubled the friction by rubbing his manhood along her butt, in sync with her. Fighter couldn't help but giggle at his enthusiasm, and it made her rub her butt against her husband's manhood with even more force...before stopping cold.
"O.k. that's enough...let me do this properly." Fighter said before turning around and gripping Ranger's manhood, before stroking it.
"I was almost-" Fighter cuts Ranger off by shushing him.
"All the more reason for me to give my dear husband the bliss he's earned." She teased, then she began stroking Ranger more rapidly, and coaxed a deep, elongated groan out of him. Fighter then dragged her tongue up Ranger's neck, and felt his throat vibrate against her mouth as he kept groaning. Fighter then relished the blissful look on her husband's face before she looked down at his thick manhood.
Eventually, Ranger tensed up, and released one stream of semen after another from his thick manhood...but Fighter didn't stop for anything. She continued dragging out Ranger's orgasm as long as she could, and coaxed just as many groans out of his throat. Ranger's entire body continued flexing, as semen continued squirting out of his manhood, and all over Fighter's lower abdomen, with some drenching the wall behind her.
When it was over, Fighter washed the semen off of her abdomen, then held Ranger up and the aftershocks coursed through him.
"Damn...!" Ranger groaned.
"I told you I'd take good care of you." Fighter said casually.
"You most certainly do..." Ranger said before Fighter kissed him as deeply as ever, and Ranger held her close, while moaning into their kiss.
"Now we're even. You made me orgasm last night, now I got to return the favor." Fighter said.
"And I thank you immensely." Ranger said, and Fighter smirked.
"You're quite welcome my love and life." She said before kissing him again, as Ranger held her close before slipping his tongue into her mouth. Fighter then opened her mouth, and now they lashed tongues in plain sight, with Ranger's hands sliding down the silky skin on her body, and held her hips, without touching her butt this time. Fighter then broke the kiss, and the two shared another smile.
"Your womb cannot recover soon enough..." Ranger breathed out, then Fighter approached his ear.
"When it does, I'll take your cock as many times as you want." She said, and Ranger tensed up.
"Are you looking forward to it as much as I am?" He asked.
"Given how huge your cock is, and how sweet you are when you use it...what girl wouldn't be?" Fighter said.
"Well, trust me...when I next use it, your womb is going to get torn to shreds all over again." Ranger said, and Fighter shuddered.
"And my big, sexy husband is going to show me how a real man treats a woman all over again..." She breathed out.
"Correction: how a real woman treats a real woman." Ranger said seriously.
"Either way...I cannot wait." She said before she reached over to turn the water off...and Ranger looked over her butt as she bent over.
"The last time I fucked you, you were bent over just like that." Ranger said, and Fighter turned to see Ranger looking over her butt, and smirked.
"I remember too..." Fighter said...then gasped as Ranger stroked the swollen lips between her powerful legs.
"I don't recall doing this." Ranger teased, and he continued stroking Fighter's womanhood, and watched her legs and butt flex.
"O.k...o.k. that's enough, please. I already pleasured you." She said, then Ranger stopped.
"I wasn't aware this was a contest." He said, then Fighter shook her head.
"Well, aren't you going to spank me?" She teased, and Ranger patted her on the butt.
"Like that?" He asked, and Fighter stood up straight.
"Just like that...now we should probably get dried off before you get hard again, and I have to stroke you again." She said.
"Keep that up, and I will get hard again." Ranger said seriously, and Fighter grabbed a towel and slammed it into his chest.
"Just shut up and dry off." She said casually, and Ranger chuckled before running the towel over his body, as Fighter did the same with another towel. When they were done, they got dressed, checked on their still-sleeping daughter, and joined the others at the guild hall's training grounds. When they got there...they heard a faint explosion, shared a wide-eyed look, then rushed to see what the cause was.
That cause was Warrior as he threw a bomb at some dummies.
"Holy shit!" He yelled, then Wizard stood up from the chair she was sitting in, and took Warrior's spot.
"Now it's my turn...Firestream!" She yelled, then a stream of fire shot out of her staff, then any dummies caught burst into flames. Warrior and Wizard's brother widened their eyes, and shared a look as Wizard put her power on display. The stream of fire kept up until Wizard stopped, and sucked in a deep breath..
"O.k...let's check the recording." Her brother said and the three went to the recaller, which allowed them to watch the display.
"Sheesh, you hit their feet first and climbed up to their faces!" Warrior said seriously.
"Yeah...this would not be a nice way to go..." Wizard's brother said then they were approached by a female rhea in light armor.
"Hey, what's all the noise? I'm trying to meditate here!" She exclaimed.
"Sorry missy." Wizard's brother said before Warrior spotted Ranger and Fighter, and pointed at them.
"The boss is here." He said, then they turned off the recaller and got back to work; Ranger catching fire was still a decently sore subject and rubbing salt in the wounds was uncalled for.
"We saw the whole thing; no need to be nervous." Fighter said for the two of them as they approached, and spotted the rhea girl.
"Who are this?" Ranger asked.
"His girlfriend." Wizard said while pointing at her brother.
"For the last time, she's not my girlfriend. Anyway, Fighter, this is Rhea Fighter. Rhea Fighter this is Fighter." Her brother said.
"Another one? That's going to be confusing..." Ranger said casually.
"As if; you married the lady and had a kid with her. It would be pretty sad if you got the two mixed up." Warrior said.
"Speak for yourself." Ranger said.
"Anyway, what's going on here?" Fighter asked.
"Well, Wizard had an idea for the powder used in Goblin Slayer and Ranger's guns, to be used in bombs, and came up with various types, from napalm, to ice, to poison, to plain old explosives and shrapnel." Warrior said.
"We even took advice from Assassin, and made silver dust bombs for vampires. I also threw in non-lethal options like tear gas, sleeping gas, or even flash, and noise bombs to stun foes. Assassin even loaned some of her silver knives for my sister to replicate for the campaign against the vampire queen." Wizard's brother said.
"Well that's generous of her." Ranger said, and spotted Assassin on the side, sitting in a chair with her legs crossed, and a smirk on her face.
"It turns out she has some experience with vampires as well, just like Abbot did. Wizard's brother also had the idea of silver poison: a mixture of silver dust, glue, and some water to make it more applicable to blades or shots." Warrior said.
"Now that could come in handy..." Ranger trailed off, then Assassin walked up to the group.
"That particular tactic saved me during my demon hunts more times than I can count." She said casually.
"No doubt." Ranger said, and the two stared each other down for a time, before Assassin looked at Fighter.
"Ah, Fighter...you have someone here to see you." Assassin said as she pointed with her thumb to a large-bearded, dark-skinned man with a marigold robe and turban meditating on a carpet near the river with the people giving him a wide berth. or rather...the other way around.
"He must be that guru you mentioned, and from the look of things, he must be from the south-eastern nation, the fabled land of the enlightened one." Ranger said.
"Here's hoping he can teach what I think he can..." Fighter said as she approached the man.
"He taught me." Rhea Fighter said casually, and when she and Fighter got close enough, Guru opened his eyes and looked at Fighter.
"Excuse me? Are you the guru I contacted?" Fighter asked.
"You will have a harder time with what you want of me if you need to ask that." Guru said casually.
"I took a crack at this chakra-alignment thingie myself before you showed up." Rhea Fighter said.
"What now?" Fighter asked.
"Ah, you haven't been taught have you?" Guru asked.
"Taught what?" Fighter asked before Guru took out a chart with a human-shape diagram with 7 colored circled going from the head to the groin.
"There are 7 different concentrations, or pools if you will, of spiritual energy in each person, and these pools are known as chakras. They exist in each person in their world, but only some can get them all perfectly aligned, and cleared." Guru said.
"Cleared?" Fighter asked.
"Yes. These chakra pools deal with a different type of spiritual energy, and are blocked by another, negative type." Guru said.
"O...k..." Fighter trailed off before Guru pointed to the bottom one; the red one.
"For example, the one in the base of the spine deals with one's instincts for survival and mental stability, and is blocked by fear. If it is blocked, one feels unsteady in their approach to life, especially challenges, they may even become paranoid. When opened, one feels free to pursue and face whatever obstacles life throws their way." Guru said.
"Well, no fear of that in my case; with my friends and husband by my side, as well as the training I've received from my father, I've never been afraid of a challenge...or anything else for that matter." Fighter said seriously.
"All the better, the first chakra is open." Guru said.
"I envy you...I've been nervous around quite a few people, but I am working on that. Although, one time, I did kill one of those hobgoblins with one blow." Rhea Fighter said.
"Impressive." Fighter said.
"Yes, quite. Now, shall we continue?" Guru asked and Fighter nodded.
"Please do." She said.
"The second chakra is located in the lower belly, and it involves one's ability to feel pleasure, both physical and emotional." Guru said.
"And it's blocked by?" Fighter asked.
"Guilt. If a person feels guilty enough, the very idea of feeling pleasure is unthinkable to them because they feel unworthy." Guru said, and Fighter took a moment to think.
"I see... although I don't recall anytime were I felt guilty per say, but I did feel like I wasn't strong enough." She said.
"That's a different story; failure due to weakness is one thing, failure due to cowardice is another." Guru said seriously.
"I've been in both situations..." Rhea Fighter said softly.
"Then you must forgive yourself and focus on the hope that you can atone for what you did; if they continue to fester in your spirit, you will have a lower place in the world, with or without you mind being weightless." Guru said.
"Weightless? What do you mean?" Fighter asked.
"Ah, have you heard of the idea of acting without your mind?" Guru asked and got a head shake from Fighter.
"I can't say I have..." She trailed off.
"Warriors from the Eastern-most nation train to fight with what they call Mushin, or no mind in your tongue. They act, fight, and even speak with nothing distracting them, not fear, not anger, not pride, not even love." Guru said.
"Love?" Fighter asked.
"Yes. Love is a powerful force, but it can be dangerous to unrefined people; some of the most insane acts in history have been done in the name of love." Guru said.
"I never thought of that..." Fighter said while looking at her team who were still going over some of Wizard's items.
"Make no mistake my dear girl, I'm not saying love is your enemy, but putting passions before your principles can be costly no matter how justified your passions are." Guru said softly.
"This...Mushin idea, is it worth obtaining?" Fighter asked seriously.
"If you mean to increase your chances of doing something serious the right way, then yes, and opening your chakras is a prime way to help you on your way to obtaining it, and once you do...then you can train in ways few others can dream of." Guru said.
"Then let's do this." Fighter said seriously.
Back with the rest of the team, Ranger was busy explaining his dream...
"Purgatory? Are you kidding me?" Wizard's brother exclaimed.
"I have no other explanation. The descriptions and the environment I saw match perfectly." Ranger said.
"But why? Does the War God have a lesson for you or something?" Wizard asked.
"Most likely it was to let me know that I don't need to give punishments early." Ranger said before sighing.
"Well...shit..." Warrior trailed off.
"Goblin Slayer was right before he even said anything." Ranger said.
"No kidding, he never wanted anything to do with goblins outside of slaughtering them, and didn't even care how much pain he caused, or didn't cause." Warrior said.
"And now it's clear why: Purgatory does the other half of his job for him." Ranger said.
"Again...shit." Warrior said.
"Anyway, you have any scrolls on you?" Ranger asked, then Wizard took some scrolls out of a satchel.
"I've got some here, although...I don't know what to use them for outside of that gateway spell and maybe summoning a giant monster to help us." She said.
"Give it to me..." Ranger said as Wizard gave one to him.
"What are you doing?" Wizard's brother asked, then Ranger flooded the paper with his Life Sight spell.
"There, now we should be able to see every living being in the vampire queen's fortress. Although...can it be modified to see undead as well?" Ranger asked.
"I suppose, can't promise anything though." Wizard said seriously.
"Even with me giving a hand? Please..." Her brother said.
"Right. Actually, now that I think about it...what's her fortress like?" Wizard asked.
"Other than it's in the middle of a frozen plain, and it's composed of a maze of towers, walls, and graveyards? Not much to say." Ranger said.
"Helpful..." Warrior and Wizard said at once.
"Hey that's my line." She said and Warrior snickered at her.
Meanwhile, Guru was still with his two students going over the chart.
"The third chakra, located in the stomach, involves your willpower, and is blocked by shame." Guru said.
"Excuse me? What's the difference between guilt and shame?" Rhea Fighter asked.
"Guilt is when you feel bad about an action or statement that you acknowledge as being morally wrong, whereas shame is when you feel less than what you should be because of what happens. Subtle but serious difference." Guru said.
"Like how my husband felt after our first quest..." Fighter said softly.
"I'm sorry?" Guru asked.
"I'm not going into details but, he did something he felt quite a bit of shame and guilt over, and he's glorified me countless times for helping him through it." Fighter said, and Guru smiled.
"He's a fortunate man then. Anyway, do either of you feel shame over something?"
"Not really..." Fighter trailed off.
"I did, but not anymore. Actually, I was wrong: I thought it was guilt I felt before, but it was shame." Rhea Fighter said.
"May I ask?" Guru asked.
"It's a long story." Rhea Fighter said.
"Glad we got past it then. Now, shall we continue?" Fighter asked.
"Yes. Next we have the one in the heart, now...this one is a harsh one so, brace yourselves." Guru said.
"What does it deal with?" Fighter asked seriously.
"Love, and is blocked by grief." Guru said and Fighter sucked in a deep breath. "You know this well don't you?"
"Very much so...my father died shortly before I became an adventurer, and I've missed him dearly ever since." Fighter said.
"Ah, the love between a child and parent...perhaps the greatest kind, but you should know that your love for him is not fruitless; you have a family of your own, and I'm certain your husband and child love you as he did, and you can return the favor as well. As long as you are with them, your father is still with you." Guru said and Rhea Fighter watched Fighter shake with her grief being expelled as she wept into her hands.
The team meanwhile vaguely heard and then saw her weeping, but kept to themselves; they'd ask her at a better time. Even Ranger, who was in disbelief at the sight of how hurt his wife looked kept his distance. Whatever it was, he resolved to ease her pain later on, and to believe Fighter could withstand her suffering in the present.
"Do you think you can keep going?" Rhea Fighter asked softly.
"I'll live..." Fighter said as she dried her eyes.
"Well...I can't say I myself have an issue this serious, but love itself is something I've rarely thought about I must admit." Rhea Fighter said.
"Do you still care for those around you?" Guru asked.
"What kind of question is that? Of course I do." Rhea Fighter said seriously.
"Then you're fine. Moving on. The chakra in the throat deals with truth, and is blocked by lies, specifically the ones we tell ourselves." Guru said.
"Well that's easier than pie; we deal with servants of the Supreme God all the time, and more often than not, they can see through lies. Although, I'm not sure about the lying to yourself part..." Fighter said.
"You need only acknowledge that your desires and what really is aren't always one and the same." Guru said.
"Beware the trap of believing something to be true simply because you wish it to be true." Rhea Fighter said.
"That's one of the most profound things I've ever heard." Fighter said.
"Indeed. Well, that really was easy, so let's move on to the chakra in the forehead shall we?" Guru asked. "This one deals with insight, and is blocked by illusion."
"Let me guess: the ones we stick to without questioning them right?" Rhea Fighter asked.
"Yes. Both lies, and illusions are weaker than the truth, and the reason for that is because lies and illusions need constant support, whereas the truth supports itself. The most dangerous illusions, are that of separation, control, consistency...and loss." Guru said.
"Loss?" Fighter asked.
"Yes, like I said before, as long as you keep your family in your heart, your father will be with you, maybe not physically, but his presence will still speak for itself." Guru said.
"What about consistency?" Rhea Fighter asked.
"Ironically, the only constant in the world, is change; no matter how much things changes, they always seem to stay the same." Guru said.
"That sounds familiar..." Rhea Fighter said.
"No coincidence either. Change isn't just with how people grow, degrade, or how much is built. Change is everywhere, even in places you don't think about. Especially in places you don't think about." Guru said.
"What about separation and control?" Fighter asked.
"Control is self-explanatory; there are things you can control, but not always, and the desire for control over what you cannot, and will never be able to control, will do nothing but increase your pain. Separation however, is possibly the most damaging illusion of all. Countless people live as if divided and different, when in reality, we should be living as a whole." Guru said.
"Aren't politics great?" Rhea Fighter asked casually, which made Fighter giggle.
"Indeed..." Guru said with a head shake.
"Alright...now the last one." Fighter said seriously.
"The last, and perhaps the most difficult chakra, is the one in the very top of the head." Guru said as he removed his turban to reveal his balding scalp. "This one deals with spiritual power, and is blocked by worldly attachments."
"Such as?" Fighter asked.
"Wealth, possessions, even behaviors. The lust for power, the drive to help others, or even our love for friends and family. They all qualify." Guru said.
"What? A few chakras ago my love for my family saved me, and now it's in my way? How does that work?" Fighter asked seriously.
"Listen to me, if you cling onto these things without considering what the price is, that price will only grow larger and larger until you can no longer afford it, and eventually, it will crush you." Guru said.
"What price could there possibly be that's too high for a family I love and am loved by?" Fighter asked.
"A better question is what would you do if one or both of them die?" Guru asked and Fighter's eyes go wide and took a moment to think. "You must train yourself to let go of what you might lose. Remember the first chakra..."
"These chakras are all connected in more ways than one." Fighter whispered.
"Now you see how the second to last one has it's say as well. Ironically, by letting go of your feelings, you may very well preserve who and what you feel for." Guru said.
"Alright...I don't like it, but I'll give it a shot..." Fighter said as she started meditating and Rhea Fighter joined her.
Meanwhile, the team went to check in with the Sword Maiden, and Storm Mage was at her side when they got there.
"...I've been tracking it for hours, and on the off-chance it does something- Oh, there you are." Storm Mage said as the team walked in.
"May I ask what you were tracking?" Ranger asked.
"I'm not certain, but this place is a magnet for demons, ironically." Storm Mage said.
"Whatever it may be, my enforcer will see to it that it's brought to justice." Sword Maiden said.
"And chances are you all will see to it that I see to it, if Her Grace doesn't do so first." Storm Mage said.
"Comforting as that may be, that's not why we're here." Wizard said.
"You want to know what is happening in the north. The vampire queen is preparing for something, but I don't think she knows your intentions, but she must know something major is approaching." Sword Maiden said seriously.
"That reminds me. Storm Mage, you said she survived a fight with the Hero, yourself, and her two companions...just how well did it go for her?" Ranger asked.
"Well...the vampire queen said she can withstand the Hero's holy sword because she's the Supreme's champion, which makes no sense considering what she's been doing for the last several centuries, and then there's the fact that she doesn't wear the Champion's Armor, and there's only ever been one person who wore it, and he's dead." Storm Mage said.
"Other than that?" Warrior asked seriously.
"Outside of the Hero's holy sword, there's the fact that the vampire queen's physicality is miles ahead of a normal vampire. Hero's Sage friend restored me back to health more times than I can count, and she was able to keep up with not only Hero, but myself, and her Sword Saint companion, all attacking her at once. Let me repeat that: the vampire queen...by herself, fought me, the Hero, and the Sword Saint who works with her, all at once, and she was toying with us the whole time, and by the way, she was weaving weapons out of solidified blood." Storm Mage said seriously.
"What?" The team asked all at once.
"Yeah, her fortress is a hub for blood magic; she even uses it to drown her foes in it should her fortress be under siege." Storm Mage said.
"We heard from the Abbot." Wizard said.
"So the old man's involved in this? Good, we'll need all the help we can get our paws on." Storm Mage said.
"Would you like the three demon hunters in town to aid you as well?" Sword Maiden asked.
"That would be nice Your Grace." Ranger said.
"Are you coming?" Warrior asked, and Storm Mage shook his head.
"No, I need to keep an eye on this city." He said.
"Right..." Warrior said.
"You don't believe me?" Storm Mage asked.
"I didn't say that." Warrior said.
"You don't have to say it." Storm Mage said and Sword Maiden just watched their antics.
"Anyway, we should check back with our two fighters, and don't call her my girlfriend!" Wizard's brother said.
"Which?" Ranger asked casually.
"The one you didn't marry smartass." Wizard's brother said.
"Hey, no swearing in front of the archbishop." Ranger said seriously.
"Let's just go." Wizard's brother said as he marched off with the team following, Ranger then gave Sword Maiden a small, mutual bow before departing. Storm Mage then watched the team leave, before glancing at Sword Maiden, who continued watching the team leave with a concerned look on her face.
"Storm Mage...follow them, I think your hunt ends with them." Sword Maiden whispered, and Storm Mage immediately went after the team.
After they returned to the guild hall, Ranger and Fighter went home to check on their baby, while the others stayed to continue their work.
"How did it go love?" Ranger asked, and Fighter smiled.
"In a word? Triumphant." She said.
"Do you recommend it to me?" Ranger asked which made Fighter think.
"We should sit down about this...but first, let me check on our daughter o.k.?" Fighter said.
"Alright..." Ranger said as he put his armor, weapons, and new bombs away while changing into his regular outfit. He then went to check on his two girls, and saw Fighter humming to their baby who quickly fell asleep, then put her in her crib. She then went back to Ranger, then told him about the seven chakras and what the guru said about them.
"But when the last one came...I had to detach myself from what ties to the world I had. At first I thought it meant I had to shut my friends and family out...but thankfully that's not the case; I just shouldn't get too invested in what I value." Fighter said.
"Talk about a delicate balance." Ranger said, and Fighter sighed.
"I know..." She trailed off.
"Fighter...are you sure you're alright?" Ranger asked.
"You mean because of my father? Well, just stay with me and he and I will be fine." Fighter said before Ranger pulled her into his side.
"I will stay as long as I possibly can." Ranger said softly before she looked at his smiling face before smiling herself and hugging him tightly, then shifting to get a better position and breathing deeply.
"You knew exactly what my problem was from the start didn't you?" Fighter asked softly.
"I saw you crying while talking to the guru...I hate seeing you like that." Ranger said.
"Just keep holding me..." Fighter whispered, and Ranger continued to wrap his arms around his dear wife.; it was clear she was sick of these moments. She loved her husband all the more for standing by her through her moments of weakness, but the frequency was starting to annoy her. There's no way her father would want to see her torn up over his loss, even if she wasn't alone.
The next thing he knew, she was reaching into his pants which caught him off-guard...
"Fighter? Babe...?" Ranger asked.
"I'm sick of feeling this way, now please...make love to me..." Fighter breathed out.
"Fighter...what has gotten into you?" Ranger asked seriously while trying to hold her in place, only for Fighter to violently push him down.
"A better question is, why haven't you!? I'm your wife. you're my husband, now, do what you promised and ease my pain!" Fighter snapped.
"That's enough! Stop it!" Ranger yelled...then everything went dark.
The two of them snapped awake when the door burst open and Storm Mage shot a bolt of lightning out of his hand at a woman who was standing over the two. When the married pair came to their senses, they saw that they were both laying down in each other's embrace. The woman fell to the floor spasming from the lightning she was hit by, until Storm Mage finally let up.
"It looks like I got here just in time..." Storm Mage said.
"Storm Mage? What's going on here?!" Fighter asked seriously.
"Her Grace had a sense something was going to happen, so she sent me to give you two a hand, as for you..." Storm Mage trailed off, then the woman looked back at Ranger and Fighter, then back at Storm Mage.
"No!" The woman yelled before she ran for the window, only for Storm Mage to lash his sword-whip at the strange woman and ensnared her feet.
"Get over here!" He yelled, before he yanked her towards him, electrocuted her more...and she grew demonic features, including horns, claws, fangs and black eyes.
"What the fuck?" Ranger asked.
"A succubus, how predictable." Storm Mage said casually.
"So...what I saw was an illusion...?" Ranger asked.
"What did you see?" Fighter asked.
"You trying to pull a you're supposed to ease my pain stunt with me..which I wasn't buying at all." Ranger said.
"I saw you trying to talk me into sex, then...things got violent..." Fighter said which alarmed Ranger, and he held her face.
"You know I would never do that..." He whispered.
"Why is that even a question?" Fighter asked, then they looked at Storm Mage again as he shocked the succubus.
"As for you...tell them, how you intended to drive a wedge between them to break their resolve to defeat the vampire queen." He said then turned to Ranger.
"She what?!" Ranger exclaimed, then Storm Mage threw him a sword.
"Ranger...she's your kill." Storm Mage said.
"My pleasure." Ranger said as he took the sword and walked over to her.
"Cut her heart out, I can use it later." Storm Mage said as Ranger grabbed the succubus by the throat, and prepared to stab her in the abdomen.
"Wait! I serve the vampire queen; she can fulfill...your heart's...desires." The succubus said.
"Can she repair the damage she caused?" Ranger asked and the succubus snickered at him. "I didn't think so..." He then plunged his sword into her upper abdomen, stuck his hand into it, and ripped out her still-beating heart as she went limp. Fighter then sucked in a breath at the sight of her husband avenging the living nightmare the succubus put them both through, and shuddered at the thought of how twisted it could've been. Storm Mage then released the succubus' corpse and put his sword-whip away as he and Ranger looked over the heart.
"See what I meant? It's coursing with demonic essence; it was used to enhance weapons before, it can be used again." He said, and Ranger continued looking the heart over.
"Well...at least this encounter will do some good..." He trailed off.
"Yeah, but this also means there is no more time! She was telling the truth; the vampire queen really did send her, which means she knows more than we thought. You need to gather as many people you can and attack her fortress, now!" Storm Mage said as Fighter approached.
"Frontier, here we come..." She said.
As the Sword Maiden said on their wedding: "may whatever force dares come between them, look upon the strength of their bond and shatter against it." and that's precisely what happened, and yes, Storm Mage going "Get over here!" is a Scorpion reference, as if that wasn't braindead obvious... For those of you that don't know, the whole 7 chakras thing is a real concept, but it was inspired by Avatar: the Last Airbender, which I used to be a fan of, and Mushin is what inspired Ultra Instinct in Dragon Ball Super, which I don't watch, but I keep tabs on.
I'm not even close to sealing the deal on that number in Fighter's case, and no I'm not going to have her shoot lasers or fly around. That's just ludicrous. She is however going to be able to pull some more advanced tricks later on, then again everyone will, including Goblin Slayer himself. But until then, be sure to Rate, Review, and Share, and of course, stay tuned.