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  Blood Legion

  Adamantine Chronicles: Book Two

  Author: D. R. Rosier

  Copyright 2019. 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

  Afterword:

  Other erotic fantasies by D. R. Rosier:

  Non-erotic Fantasy titles:

  Book Description

  Chapter One

  The dawn sun on that early summer day lit up the bedroom. It was a Thursday morning. It’d been a month since I’d joined the Silver Seraphs, since we’d taken down those ex-heroes bent on revenge against the government, and a month since a lovely whirlwind named Alyssa had entered my life.

  Alyssa was the White Witch, perhaps the most powerful meta-human on the planet, but I couldn’t give a shit less about that as I watched her sleep. It was rare for me to awaken first, and she looked absolutely stunning in the sunlight, especially her glowing light dirty blonde hair, and her body felt warm against mine under the sheets.

  We’d fallen in love in just a week’s time, a whirlwind romance of sorts between taking down supervillains and dealing with the nonsense of the government’s MTF. If anything, I loved her more over the last month, she was incredible.

  In public she was a lady, polite, and even considerate, she enjoyed her fans and making the days of small children on the street, as we patrolled together. In private, the complicated woman I knew her to be came to life. She had a mischievous streak, and a teasing sense of humor just for me, and her smile and warm brown eyes lit up my life. I was also the only one that got to see her vulnerable and doubting side, doubts that she deserved her power, how upset she got when people praised her for her power, and the deep painful guilt she carried for her unknowing part in getting her parents killed.

  Her sexual appetite was strong, and it was also varied. She was just as likely to submit, beg me for it, as she was to take charge and screw my brains out from above, or something in between. She was adventurous, and a bit wild. She’d gotten very talented in bed the last month, and she spoiled me. Or I should say, we spoiled each other.

  In short, she was a very complicated and wondrous young woman.

  She was petite at five foot, and she had a perfectly proportional and curvy athletic body to die for, with lovely rounded B cups that stood up proudly without any assistance. Her soft fair skin was flawless in complexion, and her nubile body wondrously supple, and she had the sexiest supple and petite bubbled ass I’d ever seen, or that I’d felt for that matter. All of that courtesy of the fact she quickened when she gained her powers, and her tender age as a lady of eighteen.

  It was her real body though, no different from when she wore her costume. Her angelically beautiful face was also the same in both guises. Save in her White Witch outfit, everything was the same, except for her brown eyes which were instead made up of moving and billowing gray storm clouds, and her gorgeously light dirty blonde hair appeared to be a shimmering white blonde instead. The rest of her outfit was sexy as well, diaphanous white robes from neck to ankle that were about fifty percent see through, and then under that she had a bright white pair of calf high boots, and a bright white leotard, plus her green staff.

  She wasn’t perfect, but who was? She was perfect for me though, and she loved me as strongly as I loved her. It was one of my few worries, I wouldn’t borrow trouble from the future or let it darken our joy, but I was pretty sure she was it for me. The one I could see myself sharing my life and future with, she was dazzling, mesmerizing, and a little wicked.

  To be clear, I was hopelessly smitten, under her spell, besotted, and loving every second of it.

  Thing was, my personality was pretty well set at twenty-four, at eighteen she still had some growing to go. If nothing else, I knew she was strong enough to one day let that guilt over her parent’s death go, and to accept herself as worthy of her great power. In that moment she’d be even more dazzling to me, when she reached the full potential I believed her to be capable of.

  On the other hand, I wouldn’t be changing anytime soon, and I feared she might outgrow me, or fall out of love with me. It wasn’t a major thing, I’d live in joy with her until that day, and wouldn’t borrow trouble from the future.

  For all I knew, a supervillain would kill me later today. No one knew how much time they had, not even Oracle.

  Outside of our feelings deepening, and our rich life together, not much else had happened. We went with her advice, and we actually switched where we slept every night, to avoid the whole moving in together conversation. That was fine, things had moved quickly, and it would be a long time before I was sure of her enough to ask for the big M. Hell, I wasn’t ready for that myself.

  As for me? Not much had changed over the last month. I did go ahead and add that last resort weapon as Alyssa requested I do, the meta-energy beam just in case, but it was a death weapon, and I hoped I’d never have to fire it. As for the rest of my suit and enchantments, nothing else was different. My armor was still a dark blue, with white arcane symbols on the arms, shoulders, chest, and legs. Not that the symbols did anything, it was just a hook, for being an enchanter. The people liked it.

  Rose, my class four A.I. which was a magical A.I., or made up of a meta-energy matrix which is what I preferred to call it, was doing well too. She took care of all power and weapon calibrations and routing on my suit, freeing me up to focus on the fight. Rose had gotten a bit more talkative and relaxed with being herself, but she still displayed discretion and stayed silent whenever I was intimately together with Alyssa, which was often.

  Alyssa cracked a smile, and then made a cute wakeup noise. I hate to admit it, but for historical accuracy I have to say I was completely enthralled by her, constantly.

  “I can feel you watching me. I love you, Daniel.”

  I kissed her warm soft lips, and said, “Love you too, gorgeous.”

  She grinned, “Be careful, one day you’re going to call me that in public.”

  I sighed, “You’re right, and people will think I’m crazy, and inaccurate, exquisitely gorgeous comes closer, but still falls short.”

  Her beautiful brown eyes showed themselves, as she blushed.

  Yes, I was still a bit goofy, it was part of my geek cred.

  “Thank you, but you probably shouldn’t say that either.”

  I laughed, “Perhaps not. It’s bound to get out eventually, no matter how much Dane wants you to stay single in the press.”

  She smirked, “It’s not like there haven’t been pictures of us at dinner, or dancing.”

  I nodded, “But he won’t let us talk about it at all. Which is fine, it’s rather personal between us anyway.”

  She asked, “What time is it?”

  I checked with Rose, no HUD without a helmet.

  “Six-fifteen.”

  She grinned, pushed me back, and then claimed my lips as she slid on top of me.

  “Time for a quickie then,” she reached back beh
ind her and smiled, when she felt I was already hard for her, and she rubbed it up and down her heat which I didn’t fail to notice was already a little wet.

  She teased in a sultry voice, “You got hard staring at me sleeping?”

  I grinned and shrugged helplessly. There was just no denying the truth.

  She winked, and said in a naughty voice, “Well, my love, I get wet for you when you aren’t even in the room, so I guess I can’t talk.”

  I moaned, as she slid down and impaled herself, worked my manhood until it was completely buried in her heaven, and then she took me hard and fast from above. Her upper body stayed relatively still, as she worked her hips and slammed down on me over and over again, and of course I reached up to play with her perfect, supple, and softly firm globes of flesh. She loved it, and she tightened around me.

  She was a goddess above me, and it was a hell of a pre-workout workout, one we enjoyed on most mornings…

  We were a few minutes late, four to be exact, and Tina and Carol were already there. Carol gave me one of her signature lip quirks, which for her was a beaming smile of welcome, and then a wink of understanding at what we’d been up to.

  Carol and I had about the same relationship after those first two days of training a month ago. She was very shy, spoke precisely in a very soft voice, and had that same intense stare going on that I was more than used to. She also flirted with me a little, especially during our sparring matches, but it was a playful harmless thing, just touches. She was far too shy to flirt with her voice, and it was just an indication we were getting closer as friends.

  She was a fantastic fighter, with an extremely limber and lissome body that moved in a predatory grace that was captivating. She could totally kick my ass, despite me being a second-degree black belt, which is why she was getting me back into shape and teaching me to make me better than I ever was.

  Though, she still hadn’t fully opened up to me, told me her quickening story, and she still hadn’t told me about her powerset fully. There was something there I knew she didn’t want the government to find out about. From what I did know, she could split her body into three. She became three exact duplicates. If her primary body died, she’d be dead, but her doppelgangers could die and all that would happen was she’d lost that body’s experiences. Her doubles would last about three hours, and normally she reabsorbed them before their energy ran out, and she incorporated the memories of the copy.

  Carol was five foot seven, lissome, with soft curves, B cup breasts, and a tight pear-shaped ass. Her face was stunningly beautiful if in a severe way, with very prominent and high cheekbones, and a partially pointed chin. She had a darkly tanned complexion. She also had the most vivid darkest blue eyes I’d ever seen, which made her stare especially intense, and she had full lips. Her hair was a lustrous blue-black that looked like midnight with a clear night sky, and it fell like liquid around her.

  Her hair was the one thing that changed, when she split into three, all her hairs became a jet black. Her costume was more than sexy, it was a full skin-tight dark blue bodysuit that matched her eyes, and it was perhaps a shade or two darker than my armored suit. Her cat-suit also had diamond shaped pieces of fabric cut out of it, small diamond cutouts along the arms, and down the legs, and one large diamond cutout to show off her dark tanned creamy cleavage. Other than that, she wore elbow length black gloves, and knee-high black boots.

  In short, I wouldn’t want to fight her, but it was a pleasure to watch her fight.

  Despite our understanding, I had no in with the other. Tina didn’t look at me like the dirt under her boot anymore, but she most certainly didn’t trust me even if she was civil, mostly.

  Her look wasn’t understanding at all, at our lateness, but when she turned her face toward Alyssa a welcoming smile came out. I didn’t take it personality, as far as I could figure some major shit happened for her in her past, she didn’t really like any men at all. It really wasn’t just me.

  Tina of course, was Red Siren. Red Siren could mesmerize a crowd, distract them, or if she focused her song and power on a single person, she could totally enslave them, unless they had shields of their own. As far as I could figure, her power involved both the power of her mesmerizing voice, and a psychic component, otherwise how could she order them what to do?

  I supposed it was the siren part, her mesmerizing voice, that had prompted her choice of super suit, which was simply a risqué red bikini, with a diaphanous light blue and white sari wrapped around her, and a pair of sandals with three-inch heels.

  Tina was lissome, at five foot six, just an inch shorter than Carol, with a similar body type of soft gentle curves, with the one exception of her breasts, which were almost obscenely large on her lithe frame. They were at least double D, if not larger. Tina had a girl next door beauty to her face, a soft beauty, with full lips, long wide eyelashes, piercing green eyes, and long wavy bright red hair. She was beautiful no doubt, but her attitude definitely colored that for me.

  As to why I was working out with the love of my life, and the two other beauties all in skimpy tight Lycra shorts or yoga pants, and thin tight t-shirts, well, that was Alyssa’s fault.

  I’d told her when we first met that we could either treat this as a job at the MTF, or we could be a true superhero team that worked with the MTF. I’d wanted to become friends with all of them. Sure, we trusted our lives to each other, but as for who we were as people, the bonds there were definitely weak. Alyssa’s and mine were strong, and Carol and mine were growing but still light, but I was having real trouble gaining any ground with Tina. She just wasn’t interested in it at all, as far as I could tell.

  At least, not with me.

  Point being, Alyssa had invited them to share our morning six-thirty workouts, in an effort to build our team up and promote some growth there. Alyssa and I were patrol partners, and so were Carol and Tina, we only all worked together if there was a major issue to draw everyone together. Regardless, they’d been working out with us for a week, and I hadn’t seen any changes at all in our team dynamic.

  I hadn’t given up yet, at least on Carol, but I wasn’t holding my breath on Tina at all.

  Although, to be fair, Alyssa was making better strides with both of them, it was just me and Tina that seemed to be a problem that way. So, it wasn’t a total loss.

  Despite the effort, the workout was kind of quiet, thought there were certainly glances given. The first two floors of the building were bugged after all, so we tried not to talk so much, at least not about anything important. Our apartments on the third floor were the only places of privacy in the building.

  Regardless of having her in my bed every night, I couldn’t help but check out Alyssa during the workout, in her sexy outfit I knew she wore just to get me to look, she’d admitted it baldly. Of course, having two other sexy women to workout with was a complication as well, the last thing I wanted to do was disrespect her with wandering eyes, but I was a guy, and they were all, at least on the shallow level, extremely attractive.

  After our workout, we all changed, Alyssa by spell, and the rest of us using the quick-change amulets, which both changed our clothes and cleaned our bodies. It was handy, and kept my showers down to one a day, otherwise it’d be two or three, or even four on some days. The amulets I made for them and myself, would also repair clothes and clean them, so it was a useful thing to say the least.

  Then we headed to breakfast.

  The kitchen was vast, with a large enough table for the four of us, plus the twenty men and women that made up the MTF tactical teams, with some spare seating. There was also a full-sized griddle, which I currently employed to fold omelets. The ladies had cut up some onions, peppers, tomatoes, ham, and mushrooms, and my stomach growled as I started to plate them.

  The omelets were rather large, six eggs each, supers ate a large number of calories as a rule. While I plated them, Alyssa pulled the tray out of the oven and added two biscuits to every plate as well.

  I got
a slight smile in thanks from Carol and Alyssa, and a grudgingly thankful nod from Tina. As I’d said earlier, the whole second floor was bugged, although in that later case that was about as nice as Tina got with me.

  We all sat at the table.

  “Good morning,” Jenna said in a cheery voice.

  Jenna was an upbeat woman, a young agent in the MTF, who took care of logistics, supply, and she was also our dispatcher. She was also the contact point for anything we needed for the apartments. She was five foot five, curvaceous but athletic, and she had short spiky golden blonde hair that looked very attractive on her, I wasn’t usually a fan of short hair on women, but she pulled it off and made it look sexy. She was a bit flirty, and I think she was truly one of the few government workers who was actually a fangirl of us supers.

  I liked her in a hands-off kind of way, not only because of my relationship with Alyssa, but because of the no fraternization rules between the normal humans and supers within the MTF.

  “Morning, Jenna.”

  I wasn’t entirely sure if Jenna knew about the bugs, I’d told the rest of the super team, but not any of the others. In truth, I wasn’t sure if the bugs were the MTFs or if it was another government group trying to keep an eye on supers, like the NSA or something.

  Either way, it didn’t seem prudent to let them know we knew, if for different reasons. Honestly, living that way annoyed me at times, but at least Alyssa and I could share whole conversations in just a few glances.

  I took a sip of coffee and dug in.

  A few minutes after breakfast, Carol and I went for sparring practice. The vast empty room covered in mats was a little full that morning, and we moved into a corner to ignore our audience.

  Both Nate and Carina were there, the two special agents that headed up the two tactical teams assigned to Silver City’s MTF office. I know they went out often, to handle the supervillains or super problems in the city they didn’t need us for. As was typical for a government agency, that was about all I knew, the super team wasn’t cleared to know about their missions.