In the Arms of Oblivion

By Justus Roux

Oblivion made a name for himself as the most renowned mercenary in all of Nyasia. His newest assignment was to simply escort the princess of Sefton to her soon to be husband the king of Turenia. He believed this would be an easy assignment, but when Samara turned out to be a truly kind and gentle woman and not some spoiled princess this throws Oblivion for a loop. He finds himself falling in love with her. When he hears the rumors that Sodon, the king of Turenia, is insane, he needs to make sure that Samara will be alright. He soon learns that Samara’s life is in danger and he must save her from Sodon. For the first time in his life he risks everything for someone else, but will he be able to save Samara from her cruel fate?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Justus Roux
• Release date: Mar 15, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301694051

Justus Roux

Justus Roux’s long running “Master Series”, which she affectionately calls her BDSM drama, has won the hearts of many readers. . Her “Dom/sub trilogy”, and “Master of My Heart Series”, plus several single titled books have earned her several outstanding reviews. She has dabbled in the paranormal and fantasy realm with her “Barbarians of Malka series”, “Demon hunter Series”, as well as several single titled novels. Justus’ loves to explore new things, adores music and art, and loves to play the occasional video game and enjoys a good poker game as well. You can check out her work at her websites, www.justusroux.com and www.justusrouxmasterseries.com . You can reach her at [e-mail]

Book preview

In the Arms of Oblivion

Written by Justus Roux

Copyright © 2013 Justus Roux

Smashwords Edition

All rights reserved

This is a work fiction any resemblance to anyone living or dead is coincidence

Chapter One

Sire, you can’t do this, Micha said as he paced around the room with Argus.

I must…it’s for my people. Argus continued pacing back and forth.

It’s your daughter you are basically sacrificing.

Argus stopped and glanced toward his middle-age advisor. Micha has been his advisor for many years. Argus valued his opinion a great deal. Couldn’t Micha see that there was no choice in this matter? If he doesn’t offer up Samara to the new young king of Turenia, then their kingdom may very well be the next kingdom this new king attacks.

You heard what King Sodon did to the kingdom of Perenia. My armies couldn’t stop Sodon if he marched upon our kingdom.

But Sire, King Sodon was avenging his father’s death. Our people haven’t done anything to him. You have also heard the rumors that King Sodon is a madman.

This has not been proven.

And that his most trusted advisor and General has an unnatural love for men.

What does it matter to me if Sodon’s General likes to be with men?

It has been rumored that Sodon takes this General into his bed. Samara may not be what he wants. What will happen to her if this rumor is true?

Phh… Argus raised his hand in a gesture of dismissal. It was Sodon who requested Samara’s hand in marriage. He had heard rumors about my daughter’s beauty and innocence. He wanted her because of these rumors.

Sire, please don’t give Samara to him. She knows little about the world outside the castle walls or a man’s touch.

You’re damn right she doesn’t know a man’s touch. Why do you think she has been kept in her own wing of the castle. She will remain innocent until she marries.

That’s my point, Sire. Samara has lived a very protective life. Will Sodon protect her as you have?

Micha, my mind is made up. I have made arrangements for Samara to get to the kingdom of Turenia safely.

How? Please don’t tell me you are having women escort her to Turenia.

Don’t be silly, Micha. I have hired a mercenary named Oblivion to get her there safely.

Oblivion! Sire… not that…atrocious man.

Calm down Micha. I have heard the rumors of this Oblivion too. That is precisely why I hired him. It would be only him who escorts my daughter. I know that he can take care of her all on his own.

Samara may not arrive at Turenia an innocent. Oblivion will surely take it from her before they arrive at Turenia.

I have heard that Oblivion has irresistible charm, too. He must make sure Samara arrives at Turenia untouched otherwise he will not get his full pay. I have offered him quite a sum of money to escort Samara. Oblivion is known for carrying out a mission just as the person who hired him wishes.

Sire…

Enough Micha! Samara is readying herself for her journey. I will be meeting with Oblivion this afternoon. Argus placed his hands on Micha’s shoulders. It touches me to see your concern for my daughter. If there was any other way to ensure peace with the kingdom of Turenia… Argus patted Micha’s shoulder then walked away. Get the meeting chamber ready. I will be meeting Oblivion in there.

Yes Sire. Micha watched Argus walk away. He started to feel sick to his stomach thinking about Samara being wed to that mad king. That’s if she even made it there with her innocence intact. What if this Oblivion decided to take her? Sodon will be angry if he finds out his new bride has been touched by another man. Poor Samara she had no idea what awaited her. How could Argus trade her to ensure peace with Sodon…how could he?

***

Samara stared out her window. She watched the guard as he patrolled his area outside. Samara’s father never allowed her to be around any man. Her only glimpses of men were the guards outside and Micha her father’s advisor.

You have been around men, Asha, tell me what do they smell like? The only man that I have been allowed to be around is Micha and he always smells like pipe smoke.

It depends on the man. Asha looked at the guard Samara was looking at. That particular guard smells like soap. And he is way too old for you.

How old is he?

He is at least in his upper thirties. Your father wanted only experience guards to watch over you. I have heard that many guards wanted the honor of guarding you so that they may catch a glimpse of you.

Why? You are just as pretty as I am as are all the females who live here.

I don’t even come close to your beauty. Your modesty is amusing.

Amusing…

Rumors of Samara’s beauty were spread throughout the land. Her long dark hair and violet eyes were her most exquisite features. Her tan skin was flawless. When she smiled it lit up the whole room. Maybe it was the mystery of Samara that intrigued so many. No man caught more than a glimpse of her. Or perhaps the fact that Samara was so innocent that intrigued kings and high-ranking noblemen.

What does King Sodon look like? Samara stepped away from the window and sat on the pillow next to the fireplace.

Asha rushed over and sat next to her. I heard that Sodon is beautiful and looks like he stepped out of a woman’s dream, long flawless blond hair, rich red-brown eyes, and lips full and soft. His voice it is said was given to him by an angel.

Samara couldn’t help but noticed the strange look on Asha’s face. What’s wrong?

Nothing really.

There is something more about Sodon isn’t there?

It’s nothing really…there are rumors that Sodon is insane…but it is only rumors.

I don’t listen to rumors. If he was crazy how could he be competent enough to rule the most powerful kingdom in all of Nyasia? It seems like his advisors or military leaders would have taken the throne from him. I read about this very thing happening in my history lesson. The would-be king of Emisia was killed by his own General to save the people of Emisia from his insanity.

You’re right.

My future husband is handsome. Samara smiled.

And close to your age. I was worried that you would have to be married to a man much older than you.

My father chose this man. I trust his judgment. I better hurry and finish getting ready for my trip.

I wish your father would have allowed me to join you.

Me too. I will ask him again to allow you to come with me.

***

Oblivion thrust harder into the whore beneath him. Normally this woman would have charged quite a sum for her services, but one smile from Oblivion was all that was needed to get into her bed. Oblivion knew from an early age his effect on women and he used it to his full advantage.

He could hear the woman moan with each thrust of his cock. Her pleasure mattered little to him. His need to come was all that he cared about, unless of course if bringing the woman that he was with pleasure benefited him somehow. He grabbed her hips and thrust faster and harder, not caring if he hurt her or not. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his release. He rolled off of her when he was sated.

Mmm, that was good, the woman purred. She went to reach for him as he started to climb out of bed. Wait…I have only begun to explore this big, sexy body of yours.

Well I got what I came for. Maybe when I come back through this area I will fuck you again.

The woman lay back in the bed and watched Oblivion get dressed. She should be insulted by his callous attitude, but she wasn’t. She wanted to have him again when he was in town. Oh damn Oblivion could make any woman wet just by looking at him. That strong muscular body…she felt her body shudder just looking at that body. Mmm, that cock of his, large and hard…the way he could ride a woman…she licked her lips remembering how his cock tasted. His shoulder-length dark hair she could sink her hands in the wealth of his silky strands. His silver colored eyes were the strangest yet most captivating eyes she had ever seen. However, the coldness of those eyes as he looked down at her as if she was merely an object, a toy to him, made her feel so used.

Oblivion, when will you be back this way?

It’s hard to say.

She watched as he put on his jacket then strapped his two-bladed lance to his back. Oblivion rarely wore a shirt, just that dark jacket. His pants and boots were also dark colored. Why do mercenaries always find it necessary to dress in such dark colors? Yet, the dark colors suited Oblivion. She wanted him to speak to her. She loved the sound of his deep voice, but he just walked out of her bedroom without saying another word to her.

Why do I do this to myself? He uses me like a toy, damn it, she lectured herself. She knew the answer. She wanted Oblivion any way she could get him.

Oblivion walked up the stone road to the castle. King Argus was paying a butt load of money to have Oblivion escort his daughter to her new husband. What an easy job. Escort jobs weren’t Oblivion’s favorite, but they sure paid well. He knew little about this King Argus or of King Sodon either. Nor did he care to know about them. Especially after what Cassie had said about this Argus…what this ass did to Saldron. Oblivion couldn’t think about that now. Hell, royalty mattered little to him. They were just a bunch of spoiled pompous people who had the luck to be born into privilege.

Oblivion saw the strange looks on people’s faces as he walked passed them. He supposed he might look at a very large man with a big two-bladed lance strapped to his back funny too, if he was like these common people.

Phhff, Oblivion scoffed as the castle came in view. Yet another overly large castle and this one in his opinion was way too large for such an insignificant king. He never journeyed out this far when he came into the kingdom of Sefton. He mostly traded with common people when he came through here. To have the castle set back so far from the main village was strategically stupid. Oblivion rolled his eyes as he waited by the gate for the guard to let him in.

Sir, I must take your weapon.

You can try to take it if you want, but I am not giving you my weapon.

The guard didn’t know what to do. This man was hired by the king. And Argus was in a hurry to meet with this man. Deciding to let the king’s guards deal with this troublesome man the guard let Oblivion in.

Oblivion walked through the courtyard and was promptly greeted by four guards.

I can’t allow you to meet the king with any weapons, one of the guards said.

Oblivion decided it wasn’t worth the hassle so he unstrapped his lance and handed it to the guard. He unhooked the belt that held his daggers and handed them over too.

I better get them back in the same condition I gave them to you. Oblivion had stashed his other weapons and belongings in town at the inn.

You will sir. Now please follow me.

The guard led Oblivion into the castle and straight to a rather large room. The king will be here shortly. Please sit down.

Oblivion looked around the overly decorated room. Obviously this king wanted to impress his guests. Oblivion wasn’t impressed at all. So the guy was wealthy, big deal. He bet that this king hasn’t used any of these weapons which adorned the walls beyond the reach of any man. Kings or nobles for that matter rarely fought their own battles. They sent the poor to do their fighting for them. Saldron was a warrior and deserved splendor such as this, not this cowardly King Argus.

Argus peaked into the waiting room. He motioned for two of the guards when he saw the very large impressive looking man standing in the middle of the room.

Sire, the two guards said in unison.

Is that Oblivion?

Yes Sire.

Argus was relieved to see his daughter’s future escort looked intimidating. At the same time he didn’t want to be alone in the room with this man. He signaled to his guards to follow him into the room.

Please have a seat, Argus said as he walked over to his desk.

Oblivion looked over the older man. He could easily kill this man with his bare hands. This man before him didn’t look much like a king to him. Argus was average height, rather slim built. His dark hair was streaked with gray, his skin was tanned and his eyes were a violet color. Those eyes were full of fear and something else, sadness perhaps. Oblivion sat on the chair that was across from the desk. He couldn’t stop but wonder if Saldron sat on this very chair. Was it this room where Argus told him his fate? Oblivion quickly cleared his mind. This job was paying too good to blow it now.

I am sure my messenger gave you the details of what I am paying you to do.

He has.

Good, then we won’t waste time going over the particulars. My daughter needs to be in Turenia within the month. I know the journey is long, but I am giving you plenty of time to reach Turenia. My daughter must arrive safely and untouched. You do know what I mean, don’t you?

"You don’t want me fucking your