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  Rebel City

  Dark Sculptor Novel 02

  Author: D. R. Rosier

  Copyright 2018. This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission.

  Table of Contents

  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

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Epilogue

  Afterword:

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  Book Description

  Chapter One

  The large reception hall of the keep was filled with people late that afternoon. The walls were mostly bare stone outside of the hanging lanterns, but there were several sculptures of rare fae, along with several nobles of the Desal kingdom including a bust of the king. So far, we hadn’t had time to get rid of it any of it. Or at least, it hadn’t been a priority.

  I sat on the side of the dais, where a line of people waited for me to see to them and take care of their physical complaints and health needs.

  My mate and future wife Regina sat on my side. She looked resplendent in an elaborate dark green dress that only showed teasing hints of the sinfully voluptuous body underneath. She’d drawn my eyes more than once the last hour. She had bright red hair, with soft curls that framed her face, rested on her shoulders, and ran down her back in voluminous waves. Her face was the picture of innocent seduction even without the artful and joyful looks she often gave me. Her lips were full, and she had wide green eyes that mesmerized me often, the rest of her face had a soft angelic beauty to it.

  My Regina was a joy, and her constant steadfastness and dedication to supporting me, her deep ambition to be my wife and the mother of our children, and her deep desire to nurture our home and family, was both humbling and a little confusing to me. She liked that I treated her as an equal, but she had no other ambitions beyond wife and mother. I was without a doubt the center of her life, and she was mine.

  She was also completely insatiable and had told me more than once she was mine to command, both in and out of bed. It was a heady thought and responsibility, but so far, I’d treated her like a queen, at least outside of bed. I think part of that insatiability was related to her magical ability, which was partially to give pleasure. It was a wonderful and magical thing, when we were together in bed.

  I wished all women on this world had her magical ability. Not because all the men here deserved that level of pleasure, but her magic had another side to the coin. She could also cause intense pain, which is why I wished all women had it. This medieval dark age society on this world, had no such thing as women’s rights, and though not all men were that way here, rape was almost a way of life and constant threat, especially from those in power. If all women could cause pain with a touch, that would pretty much stop the abuse cold.

  I liked that Regina had that power a lot, I wouldn’t have to lose my mind with worry every time she was out of my sight. She was a very attractive woman, who had attracted many looks since our arrival to the city.

  The taking of the free side of the city had gone rather smoothly earlier that morning, though there were deaths on both sides, mostly the other side. A lot of the humans had fled, almost half of them, and the formerly enslaved humans, elves, and dark elves had let them go. That opened up a lot of space in the main section of the city, for the freed humans to live in a better place than barracks.

  They’d found a lot of abused and held humans in that part of the city, sadly, most of them were women held against their will for dark men’s amusements, both to serve their needs in bed, and for cooking and cleaning. The idea sickened me, it was one of the things that most disgusted me about this new world. Fortunately, given the leaders of both the elves and dark elves were female, they had no problem with my idea of stamping that kind of thing out. No, I couldn’t change the world, but perhaps we could change Eastguard, we’d already gotten a good start.

  All men were not like that of course, not even most I didn’t think, at least not to the level of rape. It was just a lot more visible here, and sadly accepted as a part of society.

  Several of those women were in line to be healed. There were men there too, some with normal complaints, and some of those were freed as well, from being compelled to serve more powerful men. The truth was though, that we were just getting started with cleaning up the city. There were still the equivalent of several mob bosses or gang leaders out there, they would have to be dealt with. Some had left in the grand exodus, the smarter ones at any rate, but it was already apparent some were staying to fight.

  There were good people too, that had fled here of their own free will to evade the depredations of the king and his nobles, or that were taken here against their will. It wasn’t all bad, or so I kept telling myself. At any rate, it was those people that made it all worthwhile. I’d done far more than just save my own skin.

  It was only a matter of time before things were cleaned up, we had a fighting force of ex-slaves that used to be enthralled to the king, which was comprised of over five hundred warriors of various levels of skill. There were only a couple of hundred of the humans who’d lived here of their own free will left out in the city.

  The key of course, was to get all that done before the king sent troops our way to put down this city in rebellion. We couldn’t afford a simultaneous attack from within, even if it was a weaker force doing it. The elves were staying, both to get revenge for their enslavement by removing as much of the military might of the king they could manage, and because the longer this rebellion went on the longer their forests would be safe.

  At the same time that I was healing others in the hall at the insistence of my future mates, since they wanted to keep a protective eye on me, there were several people on the dais holding court of a sort.

  One of those was Saria, my second future mate, and commander of the light elves in the city. I was still a bit shocked by that, but Regina insisted it was to her advantage as well, and a boon to her status on this world. Saria seemed to agree, or at least she didn’t disagree when I’d claimed her earlier this morning in a mindless passion.

  Saria was a petite and an exotically beautiful elven woman. At five foot four, with B cups, a tight sexy waist, and flaring hips all in perfect proportion gave her an incredibly tight sexy body. She had a supple little bubble butt that I loved to stare at, and squeeze. I might even be guilty of kissing and biting it once or twice this morning. She was perfect. She was stunningly and exotically beautiful above the neck, with long straight silver white hair, and delicate pointed ears, with high cheekbones and a thinner face. Her full lips were bowed, with the bottom slightly plumper than the top one, and she had a cute
nose.

  Her exotic elven beauty was also delicate in appearance, which was a lie. She was stronger, faster, and tougher than I was. She was a consummate warrior with her body, blades, and magical talent of telekinesis. I sure as hell wouldn’t want to fight her. She was also incredibly passionate, and as deeply in love with me as I was with her.

  Right in that moment, that wasn’t all that apparent. Elven instincts were closer to the surface than a human’s, and although she moved with a deadly predatory grace, she restrained those passionate emotions in public. Although she’d let me see them in full measure earlier this morning in private. Multiple times.

  Having two women I loved, love me too, was almost continually startling, if that was possible. It felt wrong in a way, from how I’d grown up and the societal expectations I’d been taught on my old world. Both of the ladies didn’t seem to mind in the least though, and got along rather well. It had only been the last day or two that I’d stopped waiting for Regina to come to her senses, and had started to believe what she told me in my gut. I no longer waited for the joyful woman at my side to change her stripes.

  Saria noticed my stare, and shot me a slight smile.

  Along with Saria on the dais was the dark elven leader Karana. Karana was a powerful mage, as well as a high advisor to the dark elven throne. She’d been captured in a skirmish, and enslaved by the king’s flesh sculpting, and was the one staying behind for revenge. She too had sent a small delegation home to report and was sure orders would be coming. She was confident though, that both elven thrones would appreciate and support our plans here in the city.

  She had the same exotic beauty Saria did around the face, but with ebony skin, long full eyelashes, and very pouty lips. She was taller as well, at five foot six, and her bust was a little bigger than perfectly proportioned, which made her incredibly sexy in her skin-tight body hugging mage robes. She was willowy, and had a heart shaped ass to die for. She moved with the same athletic and predatory grace, but the dark elves were different. They didn’t control their emotions and actions from their instincts by constraining them, instead they almost constantly channeled them to control them.

  As a result, her predatory grace had a sensuous edge to it, and she dripped with alluring seductiveness with almost every step she took and every word she said. For a human woman, I’d say her actions and stance was the act of a prick tease, because the dark elven women didn’t follow through, and were no more promiscuous than their fairer cousins. That wasn’t a fair description though, dark elven women couldn’t be compared to human ones, and I tried not to get my wires crossed, because Karana took what seemed to be a perverse delight in flirting with me.

  I reminded myself it was all just harmless flirting, and she was in fact merely accepting me as someone that had honor and could be her ally. I also suspected part of that was aimed at Saria instead of me, needling her long time and good friend for falling for a human.

  I was a flesh sculptor as well, the only other one in Desal beside the king. The king had the rest of them murdered over twenty years ago. I wasn’t a fighter, and I was hunted, but there was safety to be found in the healing and freeing of those men and women of all races who were not only warriors, but would also fight against the king’s evil tyranny.

  The third person sitting on the dais was Jaren. Jaren was a human male in his forties, with salt and pepper hair, gray eyes, and a magical ability to create and control fire. The just over three hundred freed humans had put him forward as their leader, because of his age, experience, and his rare and powerful magical ability. He was a gruff and no-nonsense man, who’d crossed one of the nobles over a matter of personal honor. He’d been ordered to torture a woman to death, who’d dared to tell the noble no at his order to join him in bed.

  The noble had lost the disagreement, he’d burned instead, but Jaren had lost as well, and was hunted down by the king’s men and brought to their twisted version of justice.

  The three of them were talking with several of the so called free humans, that had lived in the city by their own free will from the start, while I continued to heal the people in line.

  Chapter Two

  One of the men standing before the dais looked angry.

  “So, you plan to just cut and run when things get too tough?” he asked Karana accusingly.

  Jaren raised his hand to cut off Karana’s retort, which was obviously going to be heated.

  He said quite sternly, “We’ve told you our plan. They are staying for revenge, and to help us against our common enemy, but make no mistake, it’s not their problem. They’re here to protect their forest, and maybe give the king a proverbial kick to the balls, but we should be nothing but thankful for any of their assistance. This is our city, a human city, in a human kingdom, and the king is our problem to deal with. They don’t owe us a thing, and I’m for one grateful they’re helping at all, and will thank them when they go.

  “Now we told you the plan, there’s a chance the king won’t send enough troops out of worry for what Sera might do on Desal’s western flank.”

  Jaren took a deep breath, “You all have three choices. One, if you don’t like it leave. My men are the former slaves, and we are rebels, you free humans can decide what you are now. Two, you can join us, and declare me your leader as well. We’re going to build something special here, even as we rebel against the king and work with the elves instead of killing them. There are laws we will enforce, you won’t be forced into doing anything as long as you follow them.

  “Third choice, you can get your two hundred some odd people together and elect your own leader who can interface with this temporary council. That’s it, those are your choices. What you can’t do is work against us, or undermine us while we fight the king. If you do that, you’ll be asked to leave, at the end of a sword if necessary.”

  Karana nodded in satisfaction.

  Someone else asked, “Temporary council?”

  Saria replied, “Of course, once our people and our darker cousins leave we’ll no longer need representation here.”

  A woman asked, “So what then, you’ll be in sole control?”

  Jaren shook his head, “I’m a general of a small army, and this city is a rebel city, when the time comes to make that decision I’ll share leadership, though I’m not sure with who. Time will tell. I don’t think one person in authority is a wise idea. Maybe I’ll convince Saria to serve anyway, since she isn’t leaving with her people.”

  Saria looked at Jaren, “Why?”

  Jaren said, “Objectivity, outside of your man there you don’t have a stake in it, or ambition to rule a human city. Any council or leadership would be better with your insight.”

  I couldn’t help but be impressed with Jaren, and wondered if I shouldn’t have a long conversation with him about a republic form of government. But I doubted this world was ready for that, and we had a whole slew of problems to get through first.

  Jaren said, “There’s plenty of gold in the coffers to last us a few months, and pay the farmers for food, but obviously a city of five hundred guards and two hundred citizens is unsustainable. I imagine the elven patrols can hunt, and we can put my people to work as well. We need to keep about fifty guards for the walls and running the city, the rest will be on standby and take on normal jobs to sustain the city until we’re attacked. I’ll also make sure they stay in shape, and practice to keep in fighting form.”

  Karana’s sultry voice sent a shiver down my spine.

  “Anything else for today?”

  That was a good question, the line in front of me had died down, and I imagined those people were now healthier than they’d ever been. It hadn’t taken long to fix them up. Sculpting isn’t quite healing, what my magic really did was rebuild parts of the body from scratch, or in the case of sickness I could force their body to literally drive out the invading virus or bacteria.

  My years of study and knowledge as a doctor were virtually worthless, except it was helpful in the way my magic
interacted with my mind. I understood more about the human body now than anyone back on my world did, I could understand and parse DNA with a thought, it spoke to me, through the magic. It was a humbling ability but could also be twisted to evil and harmful purposes, like the king had done and still did in this kingdom.

  No one answered her, and most of the people in the room started to head for the door.

  Karana smiled, and looked right at me.

  “Time for a bonding?”

  Right, marriage on this world was performed by mages, a bonding spell that would bond a couple for life. It wouldn’t allow the sharing of emotions or thoughts from what I understood, but it transcended that, and I’d be aware of my mate, or wife, at an instinctual level, and know where they were at all times as they would feel and know me.

  I’d been told I had to experience it to understand it. Not a sharing of thoughts or emotions, but the connection was said to intimate and very hard to describe. I was also very prepared to do so, I couldn’t imagine my life without either of my mates on this strange world.

  “Yes,” I looked at Saria, “Two of them?”

  Saria’s eyes widened a little, and she said in a soft voice, “I’d like that my mate.”

  Jaren cleared his throat uncomfortably, “Right, I’ll just be going now then.”

  Karana laughed a little wickedly.

  Jaren left, as the others in the room filed out, soon enough it was just the three of us in the room.

  I asked, “Here?”

  Karana shook her head, “Maybe we should retire to your suite, it’s an intense experience, and this place isn’t equipped for the usual reaction. I’ve never done a double bonding before.”

  I blushed as I took her point, and hadn’t realized that would be the case. I just figured they were both mine, and why not?

  Before I could say anything, Regina said breathlessly, “I can’t wait, this should be amazing.”

  The fact she was staring at Saria when she said that, clued me into the fact she didn’t mind sharing, anything.