Lt. Maverick 's brows were tied in a knot as he sat in this office silently after receiving a report from Gallant. Only a month in, and their newest Guardians had fallen into the hands of the enemy.
"I'm sure I saw amethyst eyes. It must be Ambrose! There isn’t another person with those eyes." Gallant proclaimed with much certainty in his tone.
Lt Maverick stared blankly in deep thought before turning over to Gallant.
"As much as I want to believe you, Gallant. Ambrose is part of the League of Steel. They would never do such a thing to a fellow hero."
Frustrated, Gallant let out a grunt. "Maverick. How long have you known me? I know what I saw."
Letting out a sigh, Lt. Maverick shook his head. "Fine. I'll get in touch with Red Titan. In the meantime, keep this from the other heroes."
Gallant softened his expression as Lt. Maverick continued, "I don't want unsubstantiated rumors about Rustmore, especially with all this tension going on now."
"All right," Gallant agreed before slumping his shoulders down. It was uncharacteristic of the optimistic hero. "Still, I can't believe this. I should have been stronger. I was there with Fable."
"What's that red mark on your cheek?" asked a young man as he sat beside his childhood friend, Ryan Mikhail, in one of the royal dining rooms.
The returned hero scoffed, "It's from Father."
"Ha! You can't be serious? What kind of grown-up still gets slapped by his dad?" chuckled the man.
"Damn it, Tanner," Renegade frowned. He clearly did not appreciate how his best friend was teasing him. After that humiliating incident, his request to continue staying in Kant City had earned him a stinging slap from the King of Rustmore.
In front of him was Tanner Darwish, the first son of the House of Darwish. A handsome and capable master engineer. Sharp nose, deep eyes, and high cheekbones, Tanner Darwish often rivals the young prince in terms of suitors. Besides his gorgeous looks, Tanner was an inventor and forger at heart. His passions had him developing a well-defined body with muscular blacksmith's arms.
"After all this time, is that the first thing you have to say?"
"Well, either that or whatever happened in that Christmas market," said Tanner cheekily with a striking smile.
Renegade shot up to his feet, his face reddened with anger and shame. Clearly, he was holding back from cussing at his childhood friend. The public did not know who Renegade’s identity was, except for a small handful of people like his father and Tanner.
"Hey hey hey! Sit down! I'm not going to talk about that," Tanner assured immediately. "Please! I was just teasing."
"Ugh," Renegade scowled before retaking his seat.
Placing an assuring hand on Renegade's shoulder, Tanner comforted the young prince, "Come on. It's not all bad. This nightmare will be over in a blink of an eye."
Renegade stared at his friend with much doubt in his mind. Visions of that villain in green. That intoxicating musk. That unforgettable pleasure. It was undeniable that something in him had changed.
Shaking his head, the Rustmorian Prince asked, "Have you seen my father's new bodyguard? What's that deal?"
"You mean the overly muscular dude with the breathing mask over his face? He’s almost robotic, I would say," Tanner replied. "Your father brought him around all the time since last year. Most of the other subjects were wary around him."
Renegade frowned. He had been gone for a couple of years, so much had changed. Since his father came into power, things around Rustmore had changed drastically.
"Even the House of Vulcan is holding back on proposing anything that would offend His Majesty," Tanner continued.
"House of Vulcan? Red Titan?" Renegade asked with a raised brow. Red Titan, Anthony Vulcan, is the leader of the League of Steel and the head of the House of Vulcan, one of the most influential families in Rustmore.
"Yea! Duke Anthony has been supporting many of the King's initiatives. He's even using some of the League's resources for them."
What…? This is odd.
Thoughts filled the prince's head. The Royal Family of Rustmore and the League of Steel are two distinct organizations. The Royal Family oversaw the country's financial and political matters, while the League is an independent superhero organization to protect the citizens of Rustmore from any threats. While there were times when interests crossed, boundaries were always drawn.
"Hmm…," pondered Renegade. "What about things in Bismuth?"
Suddenly Tanner's eyes darted around, looking to see if anyone was eavesdropping. While the two friends were alone in the royal dining room, the young forger had to be careful.
"Ryan, this is not a topic we should discuss here, " Tanner whispered.
Renegade replied, "It's fine. We're alone. I got the servants to leave us."
Glancing around, Tanner sighed before looking Renegade in the eyes, "Things are getting a lot worse in Bismuth. People are missing every day. Some said that Banshee Ensemble is responsible for the chaos, but that underground organization had kept things in order all these years in Bismuth.
Renegade frowned even deeper. It seemed that things were worse than he expected.
Something is definitely going on in Rustmore.
Red hair, good looks, and muscular body. Ambrose studied the unconscious Runic Mage's features. With the negotiations between Rustmore and the Republic of Kant turning sour quickly, his immediate order was to undermine the mighty Kant Alliance, crumpling their defenses one hero at a time.
What's easier to do so than taking down the weakest link?
The youngest and most inexperienced of the Kant Guardians - Fable .
Even with one of the Kant Guardians in his hands, Ambrose was not satisfied. They could have gotten Gallant. But seeing how Gallant could resist Dust Devil's powerful sleep magic, it was clear that having the veteran hero as a prisoner of war at their current capabilities would only sabotage their entire mission.
Using his magnetic abilities, Ambrose bent the metal around the unconscious hero's wrists and ankles, firmly securing Fable onto the metal chair.
"Dust Devil," Ambrose said, turning over to his accomplice. "I give my thanks for your help."
The large muscular man looked up from his scratched wounds with furrowed brows. The thorned roses were indeed frightfully powerful — a reminder to him not to underestimate a superhero, no matter how young he looked.
"I'll be bringing Fable back to Rustmore. But before I leave, I have one last request."
Listening to what Ambrose had in mind, Dust Devil smiled. An opportunity to get back at the young hero for the wounds on his prized body.
"This favor will put you in my debt now," grinned Dust Devil slyly as magical sand began to trickle down from between his fingertips.
The scorching sun shone onto his handsome face. The arid air was hot and suffocating. The silken sand below him felt warm and soft.
Fable blinked a few times as he breathed in the hot desert air.
Where… Where am I? Is this a desert?
The young hero could feel hands gripping around his muscular arms as his vision returned to him. Two figures held him up. A third person stood in front of him.
Who are… they?
A yellow scarf drifted in the desert wind.
The blonde man on his right was strikingly handsome, looking to be in his early twenties. Dressed in a yellow scarf and green pants, he grabbed Fable’s right arm tightly. Without a shirt, the hunk sported a set of bulging pecs and rippled washboard abs.
It can’t be…
Turning to his left, there was another shirtless hunk. With brown hair and a piercing gaze, the slightly older man was wearing a red cape that flew wild as a breeze passed. Similarly, this stud had a god-like physique with broad shoulders, massive biceps, and a shredded torso.
They are…
A peal of sinister laughter crackled in front of Fable, drawing his attention to the third hunky figure. Wearing a feathered medieval hat, the man was equally good-looking as the other two. His body was well-built, with two slabs of muscular pecs, cobblestone abs, down to an Adonis belt. In his hand was his signature instrument - a magic flute.
Fuck! This is so wrong!
“Pied Piper. What is the meaning of this?” yelled Fable as he pulled against the grip of the two muscular storybook characters. “What have you done to Prince Phillip and The Little Prince?”
“Fable, Fable. I didn’t do anything to them. This is all your desire,” smiled the crazed Piper.
Fable’s eyes widened as he looked at The Little Prince. The once small and curious storybook character was now a muscled gorgeous-looking blonde hunk.
“No! That’s impossible! How can this be what I desire?” Fable retorted as he struggled to break free from his storybook characters’ powerful grip. Even though he had not been in a relationship with another girl, the young mage was straight as an arrow.
“Then why are you so hard?” said the Pied Piper with a devilish smile.
“What?!” Fable exclaimed. Looking down, his hero costume had vanished entirely. His well-formed body was exposed, revealing his taut biceps, solid chest, and a proud set of six-packs. Shocked, he quickly realized that he was stark naked and erected.
His veiny cock protruded from his hips, standing tall in the hot desert air. A string of pre-cum dangled from his tip and tugged by a breeze.
Panting heavily and confused, Fable looked up and saw the Pied Piper blowing into his flute. A melody of music filled his body with lust as he felt his limbs go numb.
No… It can’t be.
“Stop! Stop blowing that flute, Pied Piper!” commanded Fable. The Piper was trying to gain control of his body. That was probably how this storybook character made him so hard.
Without warning, Prince Philip caressed Fable’s toned chest with his hand, teasing the hero’s left nipple. Fable moaned and tried to kick the prince off, only to be grounded by the hunk’s muscular legs. The muscled Little Prince kissed Fable on his cheeks and down his neck, causing the hero to shudder at the sensation. Slowly, the Little Prince humped his hips onto Fable’s right leg.
Fable felt his face blush as his legs were held down firmly by both princes. His brown eyes widened at the shock of being molested by two of his beloved storybook friends.
“Fable, I know you are enjoying this. Just relax and give in to us,” said Prince Philip with a charismatic smile.
“Yes, my friend. I will always help you. Trust me,” the hunky Little Prince added on.
Fable panted as he struggled futilely in his friends’ hold. “Please… stop this, guys. What is wrong with you?”
He awkwardly tried to swing his hips around, aware of the hardness tenting from his groin. The Guardian was trying everything he could to tame the pulsating rod. But it was impossible with the Pied Piper’s ability to control another being.
“OH!” Fable gasped as both princes softly wrapped their hands around his cock. He had no idea why his friends were acting in this way or why he was enjoying their attention. But the young Guardian knew he needed to regain his focus and somehow break free from this.
As the music from the magic flute continued to enter his ears, Fable felt a fog creeping into his mind. The dizziness of pleasure was starting to get to him as the pair took turns stroking his cock.
“Please, guys. S-stop touching me there.”
The hero could not resist as he was pulled into a kiss by the handsome Prince Philip. His head swam with dizziness and pleasure as his body melted in the strong embrace of the stud.
“S-stop, please! This is not what I desire from you guys,” Fable protested weakly, doubting the authenticity of his words. He was so close to cumming from all the attention his cock was getting from two of his well-muscled friends.
The trapped hero shivered with pleasure as both hunky princes leaned in and blew over his nipples. The tips of their wet tongues caressed Fable’s dark pink nipples, causing the young Guardian to moan incessantly. At the same time, they licked over the bumps of his sensitive areolas before engulfing his peaks within their lips, forcing the hero to squirm helplessly within their tight grips.
“God! Stop! Philip! Little Prince! Stop!” moaned Fable as his eyes rolled up with ecstasy. “Fuck! I’m… I’m cumming!”
In that instant, the captive stud felt a surge of build-up bliss coursing through his hard cock as the hands stroked out the first thick load of cum from his superhero body. As his seeds left him in sheer pleasure, Fable screamed out, feeling the princes biting down sharply onto his tits.
“Fuck!” cursed the Guardian as his semen splattered onto the sand in front of them. Exhaustion washed over his body as the princes released their grips.
Fable collapsed backward, face-up from the soft sand. Shielding his eyes from the blistering desert sun, he looked up at the three storybook characters towering over him.
The shadows of three figures cast over Fable’s weary face.
“Please… No!”
His heavy arms sunk into the sand as if the ground was engulfing him before solidifying. Fable struggled hard as the sandy floor trapped his sore arms within.
“W-what is going on?” The Guardian uttered. He could not believe that his beloved storybook characters were turning against him and yet turning him on so much.
After his first orgasm, he felt weakness all over his body. He needed to rest, but it was clear that they were not going to let him. The music from the flute continued to fog up his mind, clouding his judgment.
As his post-orgasmic blur faded, Fable felt something soft rubbing against his lips. Struggling to focus, the hero saw a purplish cockhead pressing against his lips. “No! What?!”
Recoiling back, he looked up from the blonde bush of pubic to see the hunky Little Prince, smiling lustfully.
“It’s okay, Fable. It’s your friend, The Little Prince,” whispered a hot and sensual voice behind him. A hand caressed the hero’s sweaty face. “We are in the middle of nowhere. Don’t disappoint your friend. Let loose and suck it.”
As the Pied Piper’s music continued to impair his ability to think and reason, Fable shuddered at Prince Philip’s words.
Let loose and suck?
With a thick fog in his mind, Fable slowly opened his mouth as the prince’s cock slid in.
“Yes… yes! Suck my dick, my friend,” encouraged the Little Prince.
Fable wrapped his lips around the thick member, sliding his tongue over the head and shaft. The cock began to piston in and out of his defiled mouth as the dazed hero enjoyed his friend’s sweet and salty precum leaking into the back of his throat.
The hero’s cock remained flaccid, but his head felt hot and heavy. Another soft yet firm object slapped against his left ear. Turning over, Fable saw an even larger member poking out from a mat of brown pubes.
The stank of precum flooded the muscled mage’s nostril, causing the fog in his head to thicken. No longer able to comprehend, Fable was going through the motion as he took Prince Philip’s giant cock into his mouth. Let out a series of moans, the Guardian alternated between pleasing both of his princes’ cocks like a cock-hungry slut.
The taste of precum was intoxicating as the two muscled princes pumped their hero mage’s mouth with an abundant amount of the clear manly fluid.
Amidst his alternating blowjobs, Fable could dimly feel something coiling around his thick neck and muscled pecs. Thin yet unbreakable stems of roses wrapped around his body in a hot and kinky fashion, squeezing his firm muscles as they went. Fable moaned as the tightness around his pecs and biceps gave him a renewed sense of arousal.
Suddenly, the music stopped playing. Fable looked down and saw the sculptured physique of the Pied Piper between his spread-out legs. The evil storybook character adjusted his unbelievably thick cock, positioning it just before the hero’s virgin pucker.
“Mmph!” Fable protested with Prince Philip’s cock in his mouth. The hero uttered a muffled scream as the villainous character thrust his cock into his asshole. The young Guardian felt like he was being split into two from the inside from that sizable girth.
“MMMMPGH! AHHH!” screamed Fable as the cock popped out of his mouth. His tight virgin hole could hardly accommodate a single finger, not to mention how veiny and thick the Pied Piper was. “Fuck! Take it out! Piper! Damn you! ARGH!”
“This is for not using my story to its fullest potential, Fable,” smiled the Piper darkly as he started to fuck the helpless hero. Using the rose stems as a harness, the Piper could thrust his rod into the young hero even harder and deeper.
As when Fable thought this hellish ordeal was too much, both hunky princes reached down and took Fable’s nipples in their hands, twisting them teasingly, causing the hero to yelp out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
“Argh! Fuck! Fuck you, Piper!” yelled Fable as the pain from the penetration dispelled the fog in his mind. “You two! Stop it now! Mmmpgh!”
Even with the Piper fucking the helpless hero’s ass, the princes were not about to let the Guardian’s mouth go empty. Thrusting in and out from his mouth and ass, Fable was soon overwhelmed by the numerous cocks violating his orifices.
As the pain started to fade, the constant pounding against his prostate began to fill the hero’s flaccid cock with pleasure, forcing it to get hard once more. Fable’s screams of agony were soon replaced by moans of lust when his hole finally got used to the size of the villain’s cock.
The moans of his friends grew louder as they approached orgasm. Prince Philip busted out his musky load of cum into the hero’s mouth as the Little Prince stroked himself off, shooting thick wads of semen all over the young mage’s handsome face.
Fable’s vision blurred as ropes of cum hit him in the face. His nostrils were overwhelmed with the stank of cum as he struggled to swallow the princely load.
With the warm pulsing cock in his face and the musk of semen, Fable’s hard cock finally betrayed him once more.
“FUCK! Shit!! I’m cumming!”
Thick white cum exploded from within his abused prostate as the Piper fucked the cum out of him. His anal orgasm shot strings of semen all over the muscled mage’s torso, pooling between the valleys of his rippled abs.
At the same time, the Pied Piper let out a bellow and thrust his monstrous rod as deeply as he could into the defeated hero, breeding the ass of his runic mage. Fable felt disgusted as the warm seeds of his storybook villain filled his insides, but he was too weak to fight back.
Panted heavily, Fable collapsed back into the soft cushioning sand, unable to comprehend what was happening.
The hot sting of the dessert sun reminded the Guardian that somehow, he was trapped in this sex-filled nightmare with his storybook friends.
“W-what?” stuttered Fableweakly as he felt the sand molded around his legs, pulling them apart. “What are you doing, Piper?!”
Fable found his limbs sealed to the ground as the sand solidified. His arms and legs were buried in the golden sand. Enraged, he thrashed about and yelled for his release. That only made the muscled villain before him smile.
The young mage quickly realized that Prince Philip and The Little Prince had vanished. Instead, he watched as the sand around him started to move devilishly. Something sinister was being plotted, and he did not want to find out what it was.
Slowly, a handful of sand molded into an elongate shape, almost like a dildo, and positioned just at the entrance of Fable’s abused hole.
“No. What is that?” exclaimed Fable as he watched the sandy appendage move.
Struggling to break free and resist, the hero’s used pucker winced vigorously as he tried to tighten his loose hole. A string of the Pied Piper’s cum pulsed from his deflowered cherry.
“Fuck! What are you doing?” Fable demanded to know. But before he could get this reply, the sand dildo thrust into his ass without mercy, pushing the Piper’s cum back in. “UGH! Get it out!!”
“Uggh!! Please… stop!” Fable’s tone changed to a worried one as inch after inch of the sandy rod entered his ass. It seemed endless. Waves of pleasure tickled through the hero’s body as the rough sand scraped against the sensitive rim of his hole. The helpless hunk could feel that the rod had pushed beyond anything that had entered him. It went so deep that Fable thought it might have entered his colon.
The young hero struggled weakly, twisting his sweaty muscular body and flexing his abdominal muscles as he went. But there was nothing he could do to stop the sandy tentacle from invading his abused hole.
Once deeply lodged, the rod of sand suddenly halted its invasion into the young hero’s canals and began to expand gradually. That caused a wave of pain in Fable, forcing him to yell out in pain as his intestinal tract was pushed wider from within.
“ARGH! STOP! PLEASE!” Fable yelled with tears in his eyes. The dulling pain was becoming unbearable. He could feel his insides burning with each inch the expanding rod added to its circumference.
To the Guardian’s dismay, it continued to inflate until it reached the girth of a large sauce jar.
Shocked at how much his once-virgin hole could accommodate such abuse, Fable stared at a gleeful Piper with hateful eyes.
“Well, well, Fable,” taunted the Piper as he smiled sinisterly at his mage’s predicament. “This sure stretch you out. It seems like I can fit a whole fist into that whore hole of yours.”
Glaring at the evil storybook character with teary eyes, Fable cursed, “Fuck you, Piper! FUCK YOU!”
“My dear mage, Fable. Let me teach you a lesson on how to use my powers the right way,” the Piper laughed as he placed his lips on the magic flute, releasing a string of enchanting melodies.
Fable peeked from his bound position, and his eyes widened with fright. Tiny-sized rodents started to emerge from the sandy ground. With a small furry body, rabbity ears, kangaroo-like legs, and a feather-tipped tail, the animals were undoubtedly desert jerboas.
“What on earth?” uttered Fable as he watched the animals hop onto his bound and vulnerable body. Two curiously crawled up his round pectoral muscles, studying his perky nipples. With a dart of their tongues, Fable let out a confused moan as the creatures started licking his tits.
The young mage twisted his body, flexing his muscled abs to get the animals off. But their balance was impeccable. No matter how much he moved, the jerboas held their ground on his well-built frame. Fable let out an uncontrolled moan when the two jerboas began nursing his pointed nipples as they were seeking out mother’s milk.
His shock continued as another jerboa hugged his ball with its warm, fuzzy body. Its tiny paws clawed around the hero’s ball, sending a wave of ticklish and pleasurable sensation up Fable’s spine.
“God, this is… sick, Piper!” Fable panted exhaustedly from his futile thrashing. “Get them off me!”
The melody continued, commanding another two of the tiny rodents to brush their soft furry body against the hero’s veiny cock. With their feathery tail tips, they tickled Fable’s sensitive cockhead, forcing the spent hero to get hard once me.
“Stop this perversion!” Fable demanded again weakly, unprepared for this rape by such small furry animals.
Pausing his music piece for a second, the villainous Piper chuckled, “I cannot stop, Fable. The show must go on.”
“Ughh!” Fable struggled as he was forced toward another orgasm by these small kangaroo-like rodents, but something else felt strange. The sand dildo in his anus started to rattle. The sound of moving sand indicated that the dildo was hollowing out.
Why? Why is it hollowing out?!
“What are you planning!?” yelled Fable as he looked down and saw several jerboas crowding around his exposed ass. The dildo slowly transformed into a large and thin hollow pipe, prying the hero’s hole open.
Fable’s eyes could not widen even more, “No, Piper! You can’t be serious!”
As the storybook character returned to his musical instrument, the jerboas began burrowing their way into the sandy gate holding open Fable’s gaping hole.
“ARGH!” yelled Fable as the first jerboa forced his stretched-out hole to spread out even more. Following the first, a second and third rodent crawled its way.
Fuck! They are running around in my insides. Shit! What?!
Fable opened his mouth wide, unable to make a sound. He was too shocked at the feeling of tiny pitter-patter feet along his dark insides.
Why is this…? UGH! So strangely good! Fuck!
A torrent of pleasure coursed through his body as the entering jerboas brushed themselves against his prostate, forcing the young hero to yelp out in pleasure. The sand dildo acted like a tunnel, allowing these rodents to explore Fable’s insides, almost like tourists in a glass tube at an aquarium.
“Fuck you, Piper! UGH!” yelled Fable as he thrashed about trying to stop the freakshow he was in. But that only allowed more jerboas to enter his asshole. He could feel countless of those tiny animals poking their way around his deep insides. Occasionally, one attempted to overtake another, forcing the sand tunnel to expand within the hero’s inside, sending a wave of erotic sensations across the Guardian’s body.
“Stop! Stop! STOP! Get them out!!” screamed Fable as his cock pulsed a jet of pre-cum, only wiped by a rodent’s furry tail.
Just when he thought this was too much, the two jerboas by his now fully erected cock started to poke at his cock slit and wiggle their feathery tails into the tight split at the tip of his reddened penis.
“W-what? Please… No,” uttered Fable as he felt the tails slip into his urethra, stroking the length of his sensitive sperm duct with its tiny prickling fur.
Fable bit down on his lips, unable to comprehend the pleasure his body was subjected to. “Fuck!! This shouldn’t feel so good!”
Suddenly, the Pied Piper’s music ramped up to its climax.
Following the intensive of his artistic piece, every single jerboa seemed to have gone savage on and in Fable’s body. The two, who were latched onto his nipples, began to suckle viciously, sending electrifying pleasure through the hero’s muscled tits. The others on his cock began rubbing their body against his thick shaft while speeding up the thrust of their tails into his piss slit. Lastly, those exploring his insides began to dry hump each other as they chose his most private insides as their mating burrows.
“Fuck! Fuck! ARGH!” Fable screamed as his body was nothing but a sex playground for these sex-crazed rodents. “God! Someone! Please save me!”
His eyes rolled up as the hero threw his head back in wild lust. A powerful volley of semen exploded from his swollen cock, so strong that the jet forced the jerboas’ tails out of his cock hole.
Thick ropes of cum continued to squirt out after the first burst, landing on the hero’s cobblestone abs, splattering all over his muscled chest. Some of his thick semen even got onto his handsome and dazed-out face.
In that moment of bliss, Fable’s face was unlike anyone had seen before, a mix of shock and enjoyment. Even the hero himself could not believe how much his body was enjoying this humiliating perversion.
But his bliss was short.
The jerboas on his body went crazy as they were bathed in thick superhero cum. They began licking off the nutrient-rich semen. In the process, they bit down all over the young hero’s muscled body. Fable let out a weak scream as the animals left bite and scratch marks all over his chest, abs and arms.
“Ughhh! Fuck you, Piper…” stuttered the broken hero as he collapsed back down onto the golden sand. With deep inhalations, the young mage was to try to do anything to keep himself conscious amidst the ravaging rodents in heat. The countless orgasms, the rape by his friends, and the torment by these sex-crazed jerboas were too much for the Guardian.
“Please… Let me go… I can’t anymore,” begged Fable as he felt the tiny feet of the rodents pushing against his insides, stretching him out.
“Please…”
The Piper smiled darkly. “Fable, we are just getting started playing with you. More of your dear friends are waiting to spend time with you!”...
A dim and warm light awoke the hero.
Was it all a dream?
"W-what..." Fable said with half-lidded eyes as he regained consciousness from his sex-filled nightmare with his beloved storybook characters and countless strange encounters.
There was a wetness in his pants from the countless forced orgasms caused by his wet dreams. He felt weak and sore, as though all the energy was drained from his body.
His head felt heavy. Reaching to rub his temples, the young hero quickly realized that he could not move his body. Metal restraints on his arms and legs kept him in place.
"The Piper… My... my books," the young Guardian shuddered weakly. As his vision cleared up from his lustful slumber, his gaze was instantly met by a pair of bright yellow eyes.
What’s this?
So bright. So golden.
I’m… I’m feeling…
A tingling sensation electrified his spine as a new and powerful sense of subservience filled his chest.
A deep voice greeted him, “Hello, Fable. Who do you pledge your allegiance to?”
Who was my allegiance to? Kant -?
Fable struggled to remember. But in his weakened state, his mind could not focus. Somehow the countless orgasm seemed to have been set as a stage for something even more sinister for the young Guardian.
A flicker of golden eyes flashed across his brown eyes. Slowly, his once-unwavering loyalty was replaced with another. A smile gradually cracked over the young runic mage’s face.
“Thanks to you, Ambrose. This conversion was easy…” spoked a deep voice.
Then, directed to the handsome and dazed Guardian, it said, “Welcome to the family, Fable.”
The remaining Kant Guardians sat around the conference table.
With his usual stone-cold eyes, Lt. Mavericklooked at his comrades - Jaguar, Gallant, and MoonDust. It was clear with Fable’s absence that one of their comrades was now within enemies’ hands.
“Red Titan said that Ambrose had left the League. So, the League of Steel was not across any of his recent activities,” said Lt. Maverick.
Gallant stood up, but he was lost for words. He was expecting some answers from Lt. Maverick or Red Titan.
“We will do what we can to find out more about the people who took Fable,” said the hero leader as he continued the agenda. “Moving to the topic of the negotiations between Rustmore and us.”
His deep voice spoke with his usual military discipline, “They have been asking for an insurmountable compensation for their nation’s humiliation. Red Titan had invited the Kant Guardians over to Rustmore. He had offered to act as the mediator between our two nations.”
Lt. Maverick stared at Jaguar and Gallant. “Both of you will follow me to Rustmore. MoonDust will stay to oversee Kant Alliance while we are away.”
Jaguar frowned, “Maverick, this doesn’t sound right. Going into Rustmore amid this conflict. It does not sound like the wisest decision.”
“Yes! We still have not taken action to find Fable,” protested Gallant. “Ambrose might not be with the League. That could also mean he returned to Banshee Ensemble. Fable is still missing.”
“Not another word, you two,” Lt. Maverick said assertively. “Retrieving our comrade is important, but protecting the national interest of our country takes priority. We are going to Rustmore.”
Jaguar and Gallant stared at their leader without a word. Immense rage was boiling within the two Guardians. Since Captain Solar was no longer their leader, Maverick’s strong-headed leadership had silenced the voices of the Guardians.
MoonDust observed the conflict brewing before him. He knew Lt. Maverick would always get his way, and the Guardians’ protests were useless as usual.
As one of the most powerful Nature Sorcerers of his kind, he could not be bothered with the issues of this world. His interest lies solely in his research.
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave,” said the Nature Sorcerer as he left the room, leaving the two disgruntled Guardians with their uncompromising leader.
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