Chapter Two. Tantum Ad. (So much to do.)

Farberost took hold of Nemphus's arm and guided him to a secluded spot where they could speak without any intrusion. He stared cautiously at Nemphus, studying his face for but a moment. Nemphus who was as rigid as they came, patted Farberost on the shoulder and gave him a weak smile. "I know we will make it through this, even if we will have to rebuild after -" Farberost held up his hand, discontinuing any further conversation about what he feared most. The people of his kingdom in the danger zone. Running his hand over his face, Farberost became entranced and was suddenly walking down a long hall, filled with golden swords and armor, gleaming under the soft light emanating from the enormous chandelier that hung heavy from the towering cathedral ceiling. He stood frozen in place, after coming to, gawking at all the wonders. Pictures of past kings and queens came in to view on the walls. His father, the last picture hanging from the right side of the enormous hallway wall. Farberost moved his arms, then one at a time, his legs. He couldn't believe for a second he was really here. The books he read and the things he heard as a child were all true. Regnum Mortuorum. Kingdom of the Dead. A noise to his left stopped Farberost and he turned slowly, a figure forming right before his eyes. His father smiled, "My son." Farberost dropped to his knees and bowed deeply. "Father.." was all he could muster. He was so excited he could barely think straight. Dario placed a hand on his son's shoulder and Farberost gasped, he could actually feel his father's hand. Bursting with joy, Farberost jumped up and grappled Dario. Chuckling, Dario chucked him on the back, "Oh my son, you have always been to affectionate for my taste." He took Frost's shoulders and pulled him arm length back to get a good look at his aging son. "So, you finally found me. What is it you seek?" Farberost - also known as Frost - shrugged and looked around. "I have no idea how I got here, but now I know all the stories are true. I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I was here." His father nodded and another fond grin appeared, "Yes, when you seek something and neither your heart nor your mind can bring you to a solution, your great power will bring you here. That is, if you have enough great power." Dario winked and nudged his son, "Come with me."


Enalia sat next to Roland who was seated on the grass, palms against his temples and his elbows propped up by his knees. Roland looked up as she approached and he nodded to her, shifting slightly in his spot. She wrapped her arms around his midsection and sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder. Roland was another consort of the queen's, but not as high ranking. The king had his own consorts as well. Roland tugged his arm from under Enalia's head and wrapped it around her shoulder, letting her head rest on his chest. He gentley kissed her on the head and sighed along with her. "So much to do, my love." He whispered against the top of her head. Enalia nodded slightly, began to rise, but Roland pulled her back down. "So much to do, my love." he repeated, pulling her on top of his lap so that she sat facing him and straddling him. She peered around and realized Frost and Nemph had gone along with everyone else. When Enalia turned back, her lips pressed against his softly and she smiled into the surprising yet supple kiss, letting all her worries go for just a few moments.

Roland was a scultped and muscled warrior. He sat highest of the court and Ulrane. He was one of the most beautiful of all species. His eyes were jet black and his hair the color of the night sky. Roland was tall, but not as tall as incantatorum. Enalia on the other hand was a descendant of both ulrane and incantatorum. She was a hexelle, taking after both her heritages. She was tall, thin and lean. Her hair flowed an ocean blue at times, at other times it was golden and other times, a deep red to obsidian. Her eyes were a burning red, with black cat like slits for pupils. Hexell's are master's of sorcery, trained assassins, they are the deadliest, though ulrane come in with a very close second. Her wings were as ulrane - 10 feet out. Ulrane were gifted warriors, skilled in all fighting methods, they are to fast for most other species to even see while in attack mode. The most dangerous fighters, deadly and quick as lightening, they have only a few weaknesses. An injection from a rare plant found in only the Australium Pervenit of Skelonia and Hexelle's. Enalia's other half, incantatorum, are spiritual beings.Taking power from the gods themselves, they are either bow incantatorum or knighting incantatorum. Both are deadly in their fighting methods, they are also trained from an early age to  be Physicians. Special abilities allow them to also be the healers, specializing in healing enchantments that quicken the speed of recovery no matter how small or big. Also specializing in herbal medicine.

Enalia snaked her arms around Roland's neck and leaned into the passionate kiss that captivated them both. Responding as smoothly as he could, Roland wrapped his arms around Enalia's torso and pulled her against him as he began to rock his hips, pulling her ever so slightly into him again and again. She caught on with no hesitation and started to grind against his hips methodically. He wore worn brown leather pants and a worn cloth shirt with a black studded leather vest and thick black calf boots. Enalia laughed and nuzzled Roland's neck, grazing her teeth along the skin to set off a world of explosion on his neck. Enalia wore a tight red and obsidian corset with a short, black, oversized skirt. Beneath she wore black cloth tights and leather ankle-length boots. He leaned back on his elbows and stared at his beautiful wife. Leaning down, she kissed him gently, then pursed her lips in anticipation, waiting for his hungry kiss. He returned her soft kiss at first, but then pushed deeper, letting his tongue work with her own. Roland proceeded to undo Enalia's corset, pulling it from her body, he sat there in silence, drinking her partially naked form in. Helping him, she slipped out of her skirt and tights, her boots going along with the pile. As she undressed, he fumbled to undo his pants, his bulge growing rapidly at the sight of her naked body. Two strides and she was standing in front of him, her ebony hair slowly approaching a deep red color. She pursed herself over his throbbing manhood and kissed him deeply, passionately and without hesitation as she slowly began her descent to meet him halfway, lowering herself as he rose to meet her with one deep thrust. Enalia screamed out as he spread her wide and moved deeper with every thrust. Roland groaned and laid back on the grass, pumping fiercely as if he was racing against a clock. Enalia ran her slender fingers through his thick black mane that stopped at his neck. She leaned forward to whisper in his ear, still bouncing roughly on top of him. "Roland.." Enalia whispered ever so softly and cried out again as he gasped and flipped her over so she now lay on the grass. "Oh gods.." She fumbled for her sanity, but was being sucked into the oblivion of her orgasm. Her cries got louder as his thrusting quickened and he fell with her, into the beautiful insanity and oblivion of their orgasm.