Legend outsider book 14, p.1
Legend (Outsider Book 14), page 1
Legend
Book Fourteen of
the Outsider series.
by
Aiden Phoenix
Copyright © 2024 Aiden Phoenix
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ISBN: 9798325117626
Cover created by Aiden Phoenix.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, locations, and events are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead, locations, or events are coincidental and unintended by the author.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Epilogue
Welcome to Collisa!
Collisa is a new world brimming with opportunities for adventure and growth. It is also brimming with chances for romance and fun. This is the story of Dare and the life he builds for himself with the women he meets and falls in love with.
As you can guess, it is a harem tale, with all that includes. Be aware that it features varied and explicit erotic scenes between multiple partners. It is intended to be enjoyed by adults. All characters involved in adult scenes are over the age of 18.
Prologue
Council of Kingdoms
Magistrate Dlavin Ilas had led the charge pursuing Consortium targets in the kingdom of Jirol.
He lived simply in a humble one-storey house with three bedrooms, one for himself, one for his young daughter, and one for an older woman who served as a maid and nanny. His wife had been killed by a local criminal cabal as retaliation when he refused to pardon one of their people, which had solidified his determination to see justice done. And his hatred for the Consortium who controlled the cabal.
Which was why it came as no surprise that Malin Meadowbrook had sent an assassin after him.
The faintest whisper of air was the only warning as the window slid open, the curtains shivered, then it closed again. In the darkness Stealth was unnecessary, but there was no visible hint of the figure that moved with slow, careful steps across the small room to the bed.
Moments later the diminutive figure of a gnome shimmered into view as he plunged a dagger into the blanket-wrapped man huddled on the thin mattress. Or at least tried to; at the last second the man jerked aside with speed and timing only an automatic ability could account for, in this case Prey's Vigilance.
Against Stealth attacks it worked 50% of the time. Which for Darren Portsmouth, Judiciar of the Shadow Crusade, meant it worked all the time thanks to his high luck.
The gnome assassin cursed and started to yank the dagger back for another stab, only to be borne to the ground by a pale gray velociraptor about the size of a turkey. Ash hissed and his plumage fanned out in a threatening display as he pressed his eviscerating hind claw against the Consortium knifeman's throat.
The Level 38 gnome wisely dropped his knife and went completely still. Aside from pissing himself in terror, that is.
Dare rolled out of the bed and activated a glowstone to get a better look at his catch, smiling grimly. Fishing for assassins was hit and miss, even with Ireni's mind-bogglingly extensive collection of information from her spies all over Shalin. Compiled and analyzed by her, Marona, Marigold, and their teams, all working around the clock picking out targets Malin would likely go after.
Then it was just a matter of the Crusade dangling those targets temptingly and waiting for assassins to come sniffing around. Although what the knifemen would find instead was high level Crusaders wearing illusions to make them look like the target.
“Thanks for winning a bet for me,” he told the gnome as he searched him, disarming him of five more knives, and picked him up by the shoulders. “I told my second-in-command that Thieves would make great assassins because they have the full infiltration skillset. Aside from only being able to detect the presence of magical defenses and not disable them, that is.”
He dusted the assassin off as he continued. “Sure, you're a noncombat class and you're reduced to plinking away with basic dagger attacks, but most targets for assassination are low level civilians anyway, so you can still get the job done.”
“P-please!” the gnome stammered. “I'm just a knife for hire.”
“And that makes it better?” Dare gave Ash a silent command to sit on the man, in this case literally by leaping up to land lightly on the assassin's narrow shoulders, eviscerating claws gripping dangerously close to his jugular vein and carotid artery.
The gnome whimpered and stayed perfectly still as Dare stepped away to withdraw the communication stone from his pocket.
The Crusade's main Enchanter had finally reached the high level to make the item, and they'd had him working nonstop for the last week turning their stockpile of large, flawless diamonds into them.
“The Judiciar here,” he told Buttercup; as their highest level Fargazer and leader of the scrying team, she was the natural choice to hold all the communication stones those out in the field were anchored to. It allowed her to give the most current, detailed intel to people who needed it. “Got one on the hook. Over.”
“Understood,” she said, her sweet piping voice adorably professional, like an old-timey telephone switchboard operator. “Fall back to the extraction point, we'll have a portal up for you. Over.”
“See you soon. Over and out.” He'd implemented communication protocols based on what people on Earth used for radios to avoid confusion or miscommunication.
Turning to the assassin, he grabbed him by the back of his coat, Ash leaping off with a screech as Dare picked him up like a parcel. “All right, murderer, time to face the music.”
“W-what?” the gnome stammered, terror briefly mingled with confusion at the unfamiliar expression.
“Let me give you a friendly tip . . . make things easier on yourself by telling us who sent you and how to get to them. It might earn you some leniency for an attempted political assassination, and you'll simply be executed or spend the rest of your life in a dungeon.”
The assassin whimpered.
Ash nimbly leapt up onto Dare's shoulder, and together they slipped out of Dlavin's house and made their way to a nearby basement, where Dare blockaded the door and settled in to wait.
Thirty minutes later he was handing the piss-soaked gnome over to his goblin wife Le'nim. Although more relevant at the moment was her role as the Shadow Crusade's Head Interrogator. She didn't look pleased as she escorted her soiled charge away at arm's length.
“That's the tenth assassin we've picked up in the last week,” his wife Ireni said, cuddling close to his side as they made their way out of the dungeon.
He shook his head grimly. “I'd like to say it's a lot, but across the entire continent and with assassins guilds poking their heads up everywhere, I'm not sure we're putting our time to good use.”
She shrugged her slender shoulders. “It's earning us goodwill with the kingdoms, and giving the honest people willing to fight the Consortium reassurance that they'll be protected if they're specifically targeted for taking a stand.”
Yeah, that was the hope. “Has Carnon checked in from Iron Hill?” They'd received intel that the Consortium was moving to massacre the small town in Minoram for revolting against the shadow empire's control of the mines there, and his second had taken a small force to stop them if they did.
“He has. No enemy sightings yet.”
They made their way through the ruins of Independent, then into the tent city the Crusade had built on the field outside it. A few longhalls under construction were nearing completion, but aside from basic shelter any other permanent structures were up in the air.
Which reminded Dare. “Have Zuri and Trissela replied back with the evacuees' consensus on returning?”
With the Consortium on the back foot, Dare and his core team were considering bringing back the thousands of noncombatants they'd evacuated for their safety. If they did they'd house those vulnerable people at the base of Nia's peak, where she'd be able to keep a closer guard over them and intervene quickly in case assassins tried to go after them.
Considering she knew if anyone invaded her territory the moment they crossed her border, she'd have plenty of time to either wipe out the attackers or give warning so the Crusade could take action. She'd also offered to allow the evacuees up into her lair if there was really danger.
That was probably the safest place on Shalin outside of sanctuaries like the Lepid Flower Fields, which was why Dare felt safe about the prospect of bringing his children and his wives and consorts who'd been caring for them home.
Not to mention he missed them with all his heart, and would be overjoyed to see them again and know they were safe. It would be better for them too, to not have to be constantly on the move.
Also, pragmatically, most of the Crusade's support personnel were with the evacuees, and having them back to work would make a huge difference to the continuing war with the Consortium.
Ireni's face lit up with joy at his question. “Most are on board. Several hundred want to keep moving around, and we've diverted a Phasewarper to stay with them and enough guards to protect them from roaming monsters and animal predators, but the others are ready to come home.” She made a happy sound. “I'll finally get to see my babies after so long.”
That had to have been especially hard for her since Imogen was only a few months old. Clovis had been nursing the infant as the evacuees kept moving around the Horadis continent for safety, and Dare was sure they were fine, but he could only imagine how it had torn his gentle redheaded wife apart to be separated from her baby.
The thought of holding his beautiful little daughter, the spitting image of her mother aside from inheriting his blue eyes, lifted his spirits like few things could. “It'll be wonderful to have the family all together again now that we know they'll be safe,” he said, hugging his wife tighter and kissing the top of her head.
Sia took the fore. “I know, I can't wait.” She beamed. “And I know they'll all be excited to see Hayley and Celicia, and to be introduced to Amelia and get to know her.”
“Especially Rose,” he joked. “She's going to absolutely love getting ambushed.” He could picture his shy bunny girl wife being tackled by his new farmgirl consort and dragged away to the closest private location to be humped silly.
In fact, he'd have to suggest it to Amelia.
His goddess wife giggled, looked around, then with a teasing grin grabbed his hand and tugged him off the path, towards where a trio of tents facing away from each other made a secluded grassy nook between him. “What's this?” he asked with a grin as she tugged on the cute green bow holding her auburn hair in a ponytail, setting it free in a coppery wave down her back.
In answer she threw her petite body against his chest, throwing off his balance in spite of his incredibly high strength and agility. Not that Dare was trying too hard to stay up as she bore him down to the grass and straddled his waist, her green skirt hiking up to reveal her pale, slender thighs and a hint of her innocent white panties.
“Aaah, an ambush,” he teased, running his hands up her white stockings to where they ended just above her knees, stroking her silky skin. “Taking a page from Amelia's book?”
Sia's big, beautiful green eyes sparkled as she began to grind against his growing erection. “Oh believe me, that sweet, innocent farmgirl can learn a thing or two about sexy mischief from what I'm about to do to you.”
She opened his coat and pushed up his shirt to touch his chest and abs with a hungry expression, moaning in appreciation as her soft, elegant fingers traced the hard ridges of his muscles. “Oh me, I'm going to soak through my panties in seconds,” she panted, grinding her crotch harder against him. “It feels like forever since I got to tear your clothes off and have my way with you.”
Dare chuckled, reaching up to fondle her small pert breasts through the front of her dress. “You did it just yesterday.”
“Too long, my love.” Biting her lip, his goddess wife unlaced his pants and freed his cock in record time as if by magic, then pulled her panties aside to reveal her delicate petals, her nectar dripping down on his throbbing shaft in warm, soft splashes.
The ambrosia scent of the woman he loved hit him like a freight train, and he gasped as desire overwhelmed him and urgently thrust his hips upwards to slide his length along her silky folds.
Those divine pheromones had been a change Sia worked on Ireni's body when she came to dwell within her, tailored perfectly to evoke the most powerful response from him and him alone. Similar to a bunny girl's love scent, but only the raw carnal side of it.
Her ambrosia was always way more powerful when she was at the fore; with Ireni it was barely a faint presence. Which was good, because it drove Dare wild in a way his goddess wife loved, so their sex was intense in a way Ireni usually wasn't interested in.
Although she was getting more and more amorous as time went on. Come to think of it, the ambrosia scent was getting stronger with her, too.
Dare was trembling with the anticipation of sinking into Sia's needy sex, but he should've realized she had other plans. Her big green eyes sparkled down at him as she finished coating his length with her arousal, then positioned his tip at her pale rosebud.
“Going to teach Amelia a-” he started to tease, then cried out in pleasure as she almost roughly impaled herself on his cock, sinking in to bottom out with inches to spare in one swift, intense motion.
Even his goddess wife, who got off on powerful sensations, cried out in rapture at that.
Dare's cock throbbed with pleasure inside the tight embrace of her warm, soft bowels, but she didn't give him any time to savor the feeling as she immediately began bouncing up and down on his cock. Her sphincter stretched obscenely around his girth in a gloriously tight ring that slid up and down his shaft in a way that soon had him straining to hold back his surging pleasure.
“Gods, Sia!” he panted, moving his hands to her narrow waist and holding her, not sure if he was supporting her in her passionate movements or trying to slow her down a little out of concern for her petite, delicate body.
Not that he needed to worry; she knew her limits and never went past them. Although she always got tantalizingly close.
After a few minutes of moving together in mounting intensity Dare abruptly jolted in surprise, making Sia squeal, as his communication stone buzzed in his pocket to alert him to an incoming communication.
She should've had no way of knowing what had made him start, but she grinned down at him wickedly as she sped up to an even more frantic pace. “Answer . . . it!” she panted.
If it was some random Crusader and not his wife on the other side, he would've hesitated. But as it was he grinned back and pulled it out. “What is it, honey?” he asked, trying to keep his voice casual as his petite redheaded wife slammed herself up and down on his cock.
“Judiciar!” Buttercup said. “Celicia sent us word from Harald City. King Dyrin-”
Sia pulled his hand over so he was still holding the stone but it was close to her lips. “Cup'er'butt!” she said excitedly. “Dare's fucking my ass right now! Isn't that hot?”
“Oh, um . . .” the timid mouse girl said; Dare could just imagine her flustered combination of embarrassment and horniness. “I'm, uh, I'm supposed to be professional when I'm using-”
“Forget that!” Sia said cheerfully. “Just imagine his big beautiful cock opening my tight asshole as far as it can stretch, buried as deep as it can go inside my sweet little body.”
Buttercup whimpered quietly, which made his cock throb even more urgently. He began rolling his hips upward even harder to meet his goddess wife's movements, pushing his head into the ground and arching his back as pleasure surged through him.
“You know what would make this conversation even hotter, sweetheart?” Sia panted. “If you touch yourself while I tell you what we're doing.”
“I can't do that!” the mouse girl hissed with a scandalized giggle. “I'm surrounded by Ireni's clerks right now!”
“But you're behind a desk, right?” the goddess purred playfully. “No one would even notice.”
“Quit teasing her, you know she's not going to do it,” Dare whispered for Sia's ears only; he couldn't imagine sweet, timid Buttercup rubbing herself in a room full of people. Grinning, he moved his fingers away from his wife's waist to stroke her clit for a moment, then plunged three of them into her velvet sex.
Sia gasped and arched her back, sphincter clamping down on his shaft and hungry pussy sucking at his invading fingers. Then with a squeal she squirted all over his chest and stomach, her impassioned cry nearly drowning out Buttercup's quiet, bashful voice.
“Okay, I'm touching myself!” the mouse girl said with a nervous but excited giggle. “What are you doing?”
Dare grunted in surprise and his cock lurched at her unexpected announcement, then before he could get a grip on his pleasure his balls churned and he began pumping his seed deep into Sia's bowels.
