Date: Sun, 29 Nov 2020 13:11:49 +0800 From: Kael Stefan Subject: My Seven Foot Tall Savior - Chapter 2 My Seven Foot Tall Savior By: Kael Stefan stefankael@gmail.com This story is fictional, and no character is meant to represent a person, living or dead. It depicts the fantasy of sexual contact between related minors. If this is not something that interests you and/or you are not allowed to read this because of your age or jurisdiction, please go elsewhere. Let's support this amazing website called Nifty and don't forget to donate especially if you like this story and the rest of other science and fantasy fiction from this site. Thank you. https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Chapter Two: I Hope He Forgives My Clumsy Stupidity "We're going, we're going!" I trumpeted a sing-along voice as we traveled through the gates of the palace. "Be quiet," Lucas warned, nudging my back with his right shoulder. Both our weary legs could feel the aching muscles of Lucas' lionhorse. It was exhausted and needed rest. My heated palm caressed soaked the sweat from my forehead as Lucas grumbled from behind, huffing a deep breath of satisfaction. "A good timing for once. Finally." He told me that the palace was called the Storm Kingdom. But I see no fervent or crashing storms nearby. "Is this the boy prince?" A strongly built, gaunt guard looked at me, and then looked above to see Lucas. My innocent and crownless head turned up to see Lucas' reaction. I felt really sad that he's going to sell me to some Storm Lord. He was staring down at me like the masculine hollow void of metal that he is. He then looked at the guard and simply nodded. I'm dead. "This way, bounty hunter." The guard addressed and commanded six more others to make way for our path, the hundred-foot tall iron gate creaking ajar and beckoning us inside the dreaded place. "Bounty hunter?" I asked him, forcing a weak smile, but a soft edge of sadness was written on my eyes. "I told you to shut up, kid. No more questions." He said as he used his one arm to take control of my waist. "Ow, keep it easy. That really hurt." I winced when I've come to remember how strong he really was. Even when he hadn't had any intention to hurt me. I looked up to see a faded purple light. The sun was shining but the bright colors were ecstatic, and plenty of people, peasants, and royalties were scurrying over to gawk at our very presence. "Oh," He spoke, adjusting his arm on me more carefully. "Sorry." As the weakened lionhorse sat down in defeat, making us fall over from our saddle, I was quick enough to keep myself from falling on my head, yet to my luck, I felt Lucas' both hands to catch me from falling. His one hand can take up a height from my waist up to my ribcage. I was that small. And he was that big. I wished I was big as him, but dad said I've already grown to my full height, and that really made me envious of warlords and high-ranking soldiers like Lucas Dayne Dragonlance. "Faggot prince! Rot in the blades." One man threw a bright citrus fruit at my face and my chest as Lucas and I were forced to keep on walking. Poets in red robes and courtiers made ridiculous statements as the others around them laughed in a mass, spreading my shame like wildfire. Lucas the Bounty Hunter stepped up easily and grabbed the man like a stick. "Lucas, don't!" I yelled at him, holding my fingers onto his armor. I hated when people throw hurtful things at me, but I never intended to get them hurt, though. I kept nudging him to stop, yet to no avail. . . He never listened to my weak voice. Instead, he threw the man so far away, landing on a farmhouse as if he was just used as a catapult, laying lesser waste. "Gods, you're a monster!" A woman screamed. The poets and popes and courtiers and everyone fell into silence, breaking all the laughter and shaming they threw upon me until the only sound they heard was the blue flags of the Storm Kingdom. "You can't just throw people around like that, Bounty Hunter." One of the guards warned. Lucas looked at them, and they still felt threatened and looked intimidated by the metal-coated giant. "I'm sorry," I said, my brows turning down and guilty. Lucas grabbed my arm. "I was the one who did that, don't be stupid." "Sorry, Lucas." I looked up at him, feeling stupid and guilty about it. "But you have no right to do that. He could have died." "I don't care. Do you think I cared the first time I captured you?" I thought about his words for a moment. He was right. "No, But he-" "Kid, how many times do I have to say shut up?" "Sorry." "Stop saying sorry!" He growled like a human-form beast. And everyone gasped in terror as hushed whispers and gossips ran free over the path. I kept hastening and quickening my pace five times, almost the same as running and trekking with nimble speed and agile stance because his feet were so large, so as his steps. When he realized it, he scoffed like an annoyed king, carrying me like a baby instead. "I hate doing this." "But you know you don't have to," I said. And with that, his gaze turned to me and I could easily feel his annoyance. "I hate you." ----- We were now announced into the throne room, and Lucas had already put me down. "Welcome, Bounty Hunter. And welcome to you as well, Storm prince of the city of Diespiter Optimus." The Storm Lord stretched his wrinkled, grey, jewel-crested finger at me, stoic as ever. His voice was calm with a slight hint of a refreshing welcome and engagement for his special guests, ordering a dozen of weaponed guards and skilled sorcerers before his majestic, lightning presence. "I, Dmitri Kerrigan, Lord of the Storm and punisher of scoundrels and criminal magicians, order you to- The Storm Lord stopped mid-sentence when he realized that I was itching on my arm so badly. The little creature inside my wrist had finally come out. "Lucas! Please stop it." I whimpered at the pain as it sliced its way out of my wrist open. "What is that?" The Storm Lord demanded. His old hand hammered on his throne's steeled armchair, a little horrified and disgusted by the scene happening before him. Lucas, without a second thought, grabbed my wrist and let the creature fall into his own, dissolving into his arm as if the creature itself was part of his own being as well. As if he could conjure sharp and blackmailing creatures on me by cutting off his own flesh. "That's so weird." I pouted as I then quickly dried up the tears with the back of my hands, not wanting to cause any further attention from the creepy Storm Lord. "You're all good, kid. Do not worry." Lucas patted my head with careful strokes, looking at me like that as if he was my master himself. He was warming up to me, but his hollow helm still irked me uneasy. "Look up at the Storm Lord. Do not be shy." "Okay. . ." I trailed off as I lost my senses when people started surrounding me, the magicians leveling up their storm energies against. "Wait, what are they doing?" "Kael Stefan," The Storm Lord proceeded, making me tremble in surprise. "You are a threat to the Kingdom." "No, I'm not." I defended myself. "What did I ever do to you, Storm Lord?" "I, Dmitri Kerrigan, sentence you to die." The Lord of the Storm shouted. Why does he want me dead? Is it because I was the last of my kind? The last of the Elektri? Maybe so. "Guards, seize the boy." To Be Continued -Sorry for the few typos/misspellings in chapter one. I'll do my best to cleanse the rest of the chapters from error. If you have any questions and demands, email me at stefankael@gmail.com