Vesuvius' Revenge

By Christian Clason and Andrew Gray

War of the Zealot Empire #5 - A woman can find herself in a world of scrutiny, where the worst kind of abuse is self destruction. Lives are changed, as Dragon Heart weaves through the stories that make up her new life. Sex is but an object, an activity, and a defilement of herself.Eric is left distraught that his love leaves. But weighed by the responsibilities of a new kidlet and the truth that this is her choice, he remains behind. Trapped inside himself, he lingers on the brink, waiting and hoping that she might return.
Death does not hold back everyone. Sometimes death is merely a place of passage, and those who should be locked up in the coldest of deep places, thrive again. The return of a monster terrorizes a woman, restarts war, and steepens the depths of fear that lingers with war.A monster is won when a fear, a problem, an idea is overcome. The first steps to Havasol's journey will be what saves him in the end.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Oct 7, 2014
• ISBN: 9781312577749

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Vesuvius' Revenge

Vesuvius’ Revenge

Book 5 of War of the Zealot Empire

Characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictional and based on fictitious ideas.

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©2014 Andrew Gray & Christian Clason

ISBN: 978-1-312-57774-9

Chapter 1 ~ Havasol’s Dismissal

Havasol was excited as he strolled along the walk back to Dragon Heart’s house. He had spent the morning picking flowers with the sweetest tender smells. He even had Jahinaki pick out the best ones, ones that were sweet to the elven nose, and would entice love from the heart.

Since Izzialiel took his virginity, he felt he owed it to the man to do this. It was like he owed a bond to somebody if Izzi could not have it. He remembered that day, warm beneath the sun, with Izzialiel draped around him…

This is great, Izzialiel sighed.

Yea… Havasol panted heavily, Yea it is… He stared up at the sky, with its one little cloud. Izzi reached over, draping his arm around the zealot’s chest. He sighed with what seemed like remorse. What’s wrong? Havasol asked.

Izzi smirked, that sweet smile that turned girls around him into frantically aroused little birds, I’m quite happy you allowed me to be the one to deflower you. I’m happy I get to be here with you, but…

But? Havasol pressed.

Your curiosity in men is only that, Izzi explained, curiosity.

But…I did enjoy it! I really did! he felt as though he might have offended the elf.

No, no, I know that, Izzi replied, But I can tell by the way you look at me and how you act. You’re really more interested in women.

Havasol looked away, feeling almost shameful. The many spent months of wartime, coming back to flirt with him and give him flowers seemed wasted. He spent a long time convincing Havasol to sleep with him, and gave him extreme passion through kisses and touch when Havasol finally laid with him here in the pasture. He felt he owed more to this man than this one time.

It’s nothing to be ashamed of! Izzi chuckled, It’s quite normal! Even I like women! I just like men as much as full breasted women. But…you’re not me. He sighed and rolled away from Havasol.

He already missed that tender feeling of closeness. Wait! Havasol called out, Don’t go! I want you with me! I want you by my side! I love you!

You don’t love me, Havasol, Izzi bent to kiss the zealot’s forehead, You love the idea of me, a warm, kind body that pays attention to your needs. And you’ll find that, someday. In a woman I think. But not with me, because this for you was curiosity.

Havasol felt a bit of heartbreak, Then what am I to you?

Oh, you are a sweet flower I had a chance to enjoy before the bees take their time with you, he laughed, But I like bees too. And someday you’re going to find yourself in a good place with at least one bee.

You make it all sound magical, Havasol sat up and leaned his arm on his knee. In truth, he was as curious about women as he was about men, but there was no woman wanting for him. How am I supposed to find a woman if only a man wants me? he asked.

Izzialiel was pulling his britches back on, You are as blind as the other zealots! He chuckled as he slipped his belt on. Women aren’t like men, they like being pursued most often, he explained, Take my advice and go woo her as I wooed you! He smiled, offering him a hand to his feet. It felt like this was goodbye for them. In the end, I want you to be happy, Izzi said, And you can be happy with a woman of your choosing.

He felt that he owed it to Izzialiel to finally commit to a woman, somehow. Jahinaki saw it a different way though. He was an older elf, both wiser and more worn in complexion than the boyishly beautiful Izzialiel. Jahinaki’s wariness came when Havasol professed his love for Dragon Heart.

You would be wiser to leave that flower unpicked, boy, Jahinaki shook his head.

Havasol shook the words out of his head, I’ll do this for Izzialiel! I’m doing this for me too! And maybe, just maybe, she’ll like me that way too! He stopped in front of the gaping doorway and looked up at her window. He took a deep breath, The worst that could happen would be that she says no.

He stepped inside and waited as a bell sound rang gently through the house. It was a warning spell, cast across the threshold to warn the occupants of people coming inside. He sat down on the couch and waited.

Dragon Heart came trotting down the stairs and chuckled when she saw his face, What have you been up to that has you in a mood? She smirked at him wryly.

Actually, he rose to his feet. The words were suddenly taken from him and he could not speak. Instead, he handed her the bouquet, These are for you!

She looked at the flowers and then back to him, You are sure these weren’t fae pods, right?

Of course! he exclaimed. She sounded just as concerned as Jahinaki was when he followed Havasol out to the fields to direct the picking of flowers. I had Jahinaki help me pick them out, he explained.

Well, they’re nice, Dragon Heart said, feeling a bit awkward. She looked around and found a colorful vase sitting as decoration on a table propped behind the couch. She tucked them in there and took the vase to the basin, where she filled it with fresh water from a never-go-empty pitcher. She placed the vase back in its place behind the couch. So, what made your usual stay here into an odd visit? she asked.

He blushed, feeling embarrassed. He basically lived here, in one of the rooms upstairs. It was his home too, but for some reason he felt this visit would be better suited with her downstairs and away from Eric Doomhunter, the Blue Haired Demon. I-I wanted to ask you something, he explained.

Mmhm? she pressed.

I…I… his cheeks were hot and his heart was racing with anxiety, Would…would you mate with me?

Heh? her eyes widened with surprise.

Um…I just…even just once! I would never ask for more! he pleaded.

She was silent for a while. He was not sure if she was stunned or just pondering his plea. Havasol…

Yes? he gasped with an excited certainty that she was about to say yes.

I have to turn down your offer, she said. His heart broke into a million pieces, sliding under her feet where they belonged. My place is in Eric’s bed, I don’t bed other men, she explained, I like you as a friend, and I consider you part of my family, but you are not my lover. And I don’t think you ever will be. So please, before you experience more hurt, put me out  of your head.

He did not realize how long he stood there looking stunned before she finally left. He was unable to correlate what just happened to his wishes. He desired her wholeheartedly. He wanted her in his arms. But she did not feel the same about him.

Dragon Heart felt she had dealt Havasol a bad hand. He had run into their bedroom by mistake on multiple occasions, when she was making love to Eric. The first couple of times, he wanted to bash Eric’s head in, claiming he was being brutal and unfair for torturing her. Eventually, it turned into instances when he would apologize and leave immediately.

She sighed, He probably just longs for company. She tried to put him out of her head, but she worried.

It did not even come back to her until the bells rang again. She trotted down the stairs, leaving Eric to sleep off a headache he gained from hitting his head on the headboard. She sighed as she made her way down the stairs to the first level.

She was surprised to be met by a local shaman. The dark woman’s skin was like ebony, with red robes draped like blood over her body. Pieces from animals, bones and claws, adorned her skin, sticking through her ears, her nose, her eyebrow, and even the backs of her hands. There was always something mysterious about these dark magic shaman. They were the most powerful users of both black magic and dark magic known to the world, and they controlled the use of its evil. It made them seem evil, while they protected the world around them from dark spirits and wicked curses.

Your unkind words have hurt a poor fellow, the woman said, raising a finger to point to Dragon Heart.

Shocked and afraid, she backed away. She was not even very strong with magic. She was practically defenseless against this powerful woman.

You shame yourself and your kind for turning away an innocent heart that has turned to you for guidance! her voice seemed to bellow.

No I have not! Dragon Heart snapped at her, What have I done?

The young mind of Havasol has yet to be turned onto the path of his destiny! the woman announced. She turned her palm up and a ball opened up, showing the image of a somber looking zealot cradling a glass of alcohol in his palm. His weepy sorrows will turn into despair and misery, eventually leading to his own suicide! the woman said, with that deep rumbling voice that rolled through the house.

That’s not my fault he is taking to it sorely! she snapped at the woman.

The woman shook her head, her dreadlocks swaying around her shoulders, Will you rectify this?

How do you want me to do that? Dragon Heart asked.

Retract your answer, the woman replied, Purify his mind by taking him to your bed.

Nuh uh! she waved her arms defensively, No way! I have one man in my bed and that is enough for me! I don’t do more than one!

You won’t even help the fate of a sad soul? the woman asked.

Havasol must learn his lessons and find somebody else! she folded her arms beneath her breasts with a look of grim determination.

Very well then, the woman’s head turned down and she let the ball disappear. Her fingers curled slightly as she pointed to Dragon Heart with her hand, Then may you take his fate and feel outcast! May you feel his pain and the misery of being shunned! May that heart of yours that crouches in the shadows of what you call a lover be shaken out of its place!

Dragon Heart threw her arms over her face as a bright light grew and the house shook. When her arms lowered, the shaman was gone. Well…that was anticlimactic. A loud CHINK hit the floor, causing her to jump. She walked around the couch to find the vase broken on the ground, the water spreading across the tile floors, and the flowers wilting rapidly. She sighed and shook her head as she started cleaning it up, Oh Havasol.

She felt bad for him, but the woman made no sense to Dragon Heart. There was nothing wrong with her saying no to him. There was no reason she had to throw herself out there in the manner that woman meant. And I shouldn’t be submissive to her views either!

Chapter 2 ~ Pain

Havasol sunk his head into his hands as he stared down at the amber liquid in his glass. Nearby, others were enjoying their time drinking. They laughed and told jokes, mostly in elven tongue. But he was left feeling miserable.

Oy! Havasol! Jahinaki walked over to him and sat down in the stool next to him, What’s got you down? You look like a human scowling over your drink like that.

Havasol sighed, and closed his eyes, She didn’t just say no. She said never.

Ohh… Jahinaki rubbed a finger against his cheek thoughtfully, I see.

What’s going on you two? a familiar voice hiccupped. Izzialiel threw his arms over Havasol’s shoulders and hiccupped with the smell of alcohol.

You stink, Jahinaki waved his hand before his nose.

Oh you’re just a buzz kill! He never drinks! Never smokes! Izzialiel hiccupped again, smiling broadly, So tell me, did you lay a sweet tasting, busty girl yet?

Izzi! Jahinaki stuck his elbow into the pale haired elf’s side, causing him to fall over.

Well sorry for asking if I was concerned, Izzi said with a stubborn tone, as he pulled himself off the floor.

No, Havasol sighed.

I bet I’m going to regret this, Jahinaki sighed, But I was invited to yadoenalivatt, and I am not participating just watching. Want to come with me? It might take your mind off of things.

I’m not sure what that is, Havasol replied, But thanks though.

Oh hey! I didn’t know there was gonna be a yadoenalivatt! Who invited you to that? Izzi asked, looking a little more sober.

Inaçiana, he replied, She’s the center of it all.

I see, Izzi looked disappointed, And as always you turn down a rare opportunity like that? I don’t understand you Jahinaki. But, yea, let’s go watch. It’s fun, and I think you’ll enjoy it, Havasol. It’s a rare occasion to see and rarer to be invited. He patted the zealot’s back.

Alright, I suppose I’ll come, Havasol finally agreed.

Great, let’s go! Izzi announced, marching out the door with a drunken step.

Jahinaki shook his head, He doesn’t know the way.

Havasol laughed and followed Jahinaki. Izzi finally figured out that they were going the other way, so he turned around and followed them up the road. They were headed into the privacy of the forest.

As they drew nearer to the destination, they met more people heading the same way. The destination was a large tent. It drew up high and was held by the tree branches themselves. There was one opening where everybody crowded around, hoping to get in. It looked like they might be out of luck in this situation.

Jahinaki! a female voice called out. A beautiful woman dressed in a robe came running to hug the tall elf.

It’s good to see you, Inaçiana, he said, hugging her back.

So you’ve decided to accept my invitation? she asked, eagerly.

On the contrary, I confess that I only came to introduce my friend Havasol here to some rare parts of our culture, Jahinaki explained.

Oh, she looked surprised to see the zealot, Then come with me, I’ll assure you comfortable seats inside! She took Jahinaki’s wrist and Havasol’s, with Izzi keeping at a clip trot to stay with them as she dragged them through the crowd.

Inside was a large luxurious bed of ridiculous proportions. A railing spanning ten feet high surrounded all sides with one gate. There were a few chests waiting by the gate, probably with some surprises or prizes inside. A very select few were here, taking seats that were placed around the edge for people to watch. There were only three rows, and she assured them seats by the gate.

I’ll stay close to there, so you can watch me! she giggled. She turned to Havasol and kissed his forehead. I hope you enjoy the experience!

Thanks…err… Havasol watched her leave, and then looked to the elves around them. Other than Izzi and Jahinaki, the other elves inside were dressed in robes as they talked together. He did not even see clothes lying around or shoes on anybody’s feet. Why do I get the feeling they…they… he could not manage to say it.

They’re going to strip when the actions starts, Izzi explained, It’s an erotic scene and nobody wants to be trapped in their clothes when it happens. There’s probably a robe under your seat if you’d like to get changed. Would be best to do it now. Izzi rose to his feet and began stripping off. There were a few female elves who watched him quite openly, biting their lips as he stripped and folded his clothes beneath the seat. He winked at them playfully, You ladies can have turns at me later! Do be polite to fellow spectators though!

The girls giggled and then sighed sadly as he pulled on his robe. He sat back down with a leg on his knee. He smirked at Jahinaki, Aren’t you going to change?

No, the bigger elf grunted.

Havasol blushed as he turned the knob on the back of his armor. He was not even sure why he still wore this. He could just put on civilian clothes like other zealots were doing. But habits died hard. So he stripped down to his skin tight black trousers and pulled on the robe.

A shame you won’t join us, Jahinaki, Izzi said, I’ve always wanted to see the hardcore exterior of your body. He smirked, leaning forward as he gazed at the taller elf. You dazzle even me with how warrior-like you are, he chuckled.

I don’t need to strip down, Jahinaki grunted, I’m not here for sexual satisfaction. I enjoy the artistic beauty that is involved in sex. Besides that, I think this’ll be a good learning point for our friend.

Art shmart, Izzi waved dismissively with one hand, You can keep your art and I’ll just play with my dick over here!

The lights around them turned off, leaving only the bed lit up. People hastened to find their seats as the participators started gathering at the gate. The woman named Inaçiana turned to wave to them excitedly. The chests were opened and each participator grabbed something. Havasol looked closely, but he was not sure what they were. The gadgets were probably meant for something important in this setting though.

They watched as they gathered on the bed, like a soft stage, and threw off their robes. There were three women. Inaçiana, a beautiful forest elf whose beauty came from the strange appeal in her skin tone and the wild fire in her eyes, was centered in the middle as the hostess to the event. The second was an etherian with wild curly red hair and fiery green eyes, who looked determined for a fight. The third was a tall elf, who had an aloof look about her and breasts that looked each as big as Havasol’s head. He could not take his eyes off of her breasts long enough to identify the four men in the ring.

As he watched them push their bodies together, his underpants grew tight. Izzi sat back with his arms behind his head though, smirking. His erection was obvious and nearly poked right out of his robe.

Aren’t you gonna…do something about that? Havasol asked.

No, Izzi shook his head, You should worry about your own member. Remember, this is your first time. And you’re not as experienced as us.

But then why don’t you…you know…xzanthoth… he asked.

I play a game, Izzi explained, Girls go gaga over me, but at events like this, I like a challenge. If there’s one trait that everybody likes it’s self control. I’ll spend a few hours just watching until I notice somebody who notices my self control. He chortled a little.

You’re embarrassing, Jahinaki folded his arms over his chest and leaned back as he watched. If he was at all aroused, he did not show it in his mannerisms or attitude.

Then I can flirt one over here who’ll jump on the opportunity to take care of this erection for me! Izzi chuckled, I’m really good at it. It’s painful but fun!

Strange, Havasol shook his head and turned his attention to the woman being pounded from behind, while another man threw his length down her throat. It looked awful, but invigorating as he reached into his robe to relieve the heat.

Dragon Heart roused from her trance feeling revitalized. She felt like she might actually have a better day. So, she climbed out of bed and trotted to the water basin to wash her face with cool water.

Good morning swee- Eric’s voice cut off as he sat up.

What? she turned around to look at him, What is it?

Who are…Dragon Heart? he looked stumped.

Who would you think it was? she asked.

He blushed hard and turned away, You’re a bit…aroused this morning?

Of course I am! We always have a morning bout to help you with that ‘thing’ you whine about! she snickered, as she climbed back onto the bed.

Yea, but what about yours? he asked, pulling away with an appalled expression.

What about what? she scrunched her brow.

Dragon Heart, you…you… he reached to her and laid a hand on her chest.

As she looked down, she realized that there was no breast there. Further down was a penile erection instead of the clitoris that was part of her body. She shrieked with surprise.

C-calm down, Eric said calmly, Just calm down. We’ll figure out what happened… He blushed as he reached for his pants. He was deliberately hiding from her.

Eric I’ve seen you naked before, there’s no reason to hide from me, she said.

I’m…sorry. I’m just a bit weirded out, you know, he said, as he buckled his pants. He blushed again when he looked down to see a cock on her crotch, still erect. Um…maybe you should put pants on too, he told her.

She frowned with concern, but decided against argument. He was not like elves, or even other sages. He was not bisexual, but rather only took interest in the female form. Males were repulsive to him on some level. Yet, she felt he should have overlooked it since he was ‘in love’ with her.

After dressing in an odd fashion that left out her bra and included wearing a pair of Eric’s boxers, she headed out to find the shaman. She did not want anything to befall Eric, so she left him out of the search. As she came down the street, Eldrac snickered at her.

Have you been bored with your own body Dragon Heart? she asked, I guess anybody can get bored with you!

Piss off! Dragon Heart snapped, stopping to watch the woman march haughtily into her house. She had been visiting Eric often lately, and seemed to take more and more of an interest in him, all the time. Of course, it did not help that she was only weeks away from giving birth to his child, something she would not let the Dragon Heart live down.

During the heat of battle, Eldrac had gained Dragon Heart’s trust enough to lay with her. She proceeded later to trick Eric into sleeping with her as well. Eldrac was a cruel woman, but Dragon Heart was willing to overlook the woman’s presence in lieu of Eric’s coming child.

She put the woman out of her mind and marched down the slope. She hoped she might find the woman amongst the tribe of black elves. She was probably one of them, since it was unlikely she came from another island just to curse Dragon Heart.

The search lasted for four helpless days and Dragon Heart came home feeling spent and unsteady. She wanted a hug, she wanted to be rid of this stinky weird feeling of being a man. She wanted to snuggle Eric and be comforted by his arms. And especially, she had long since waited to be loved on.

She found him snoring in bed, so she carefully slipped into the covers. She scooted close so his natural instincts caused him to wrap his arms around her tight. She smiled and closed her eyes to rest her head.

He muttered something in his sleep and his leg yanked. His knee ran up into her crotch, sending such a terrible pain that almost matched that of childbirth. He woke very suddenly as she let out a shout of pain.

Dragon Heart? he exclaimed, leaping out of the bed, What are you doing? You’ve been gone so long! Where were you?

She sniffled, rocking back and forth as she rubbed the pain in her groin. It’s not his fault. He was sleeping. I have been looking for the shaman who cursed me! she whimpered, I can’t find her! I’m tired of this ugly form! And I wanted a hug! She felt the sobs build up like a river building at a dam.

He sighed and knelt on the bed to hug her, You may have the body of a man but you’re still the same emotionally driven Dragon Heart.

She sniffled and smiled, nuzzling him happily. I needed to hear that. She laid in his arms for hours until he fell asleep.

As morning dawned, Dragon Heart became more anxious. Eric would be awake soon, and she missed his touch and warmth against her. She hoped that surely he would overlook her body for a moment of love.

When he roused, she leaned over him, her body pressing against his chest, and kissed him tenderly. Good morning, my love, she spoke softly.

He yelped with surprise as his hand moved and bumped her. He fell right off of the bed, pulling the sheets around him. You’re naked! he exclaimed.

Well… tears of frustration started to build up, I know I don’t have breasts or…the like, but I’m still Dragon Heart! They stared at each other for a long time, speechless. You said it yourself, I’m still the same Dragon Heart! she exclaimed.

His mouth opened and closed a few times before he spoke, a shameful tone, I-I can’t do it.

Huh? she blinked at him.

I’m…not comfortable doing it…it would be…I…I’m not sure how to explain it, he explained.

Eric please! Just for one morning, pretend I’m still Dragon Heart! she cried.

He rose to his feet and reached over to hug her, You are still Dragon Heart. And I do still love you. Okay…I will try.

She smiled as he climbed closer to her. She pressed her back to him as he wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her neck tenderly, tasting her skin. For a moment he did start to forget. She tastes the same. Her skin was still as soft and smooth as ever. He recognized all of her beautiful scars, runes and even the dragon mark on her chest. Her supple ass even held the same shape that enticed him to touch.

He was gentle with her as he pushed into her rectum. He was immensely large, especially in comparison to her little body. So he was careful not to hurt her. She moaned, but for him it felt nauseating. He felt like he was hit by a sickness as the man he caressed and humped moaned with a deep rich voice.

He grit his teeth and bared with it for the moment. She was in need, emotional, and at the brink of breaking down. She needed him more now than ever, but he could not help but feel repulsed at touching her.

Suddenly she pulled away from him, Why are you shaking? As she turned to look at him, she realized the expression and the tears that were there. He was so utterly repulsed by her. She shamefully wrapped the blankets around herself, hiding the lower half of her body.

I’ll do this for you, Dragon Heart, he said, with a tone of grim determination.

A lump formed in her throat, I don’t want you to just bare with it. She sighed and laid down on the bed.

He reached down to caress her cheek, I am so sorry, Dragon Heart.

Chapter 3 ~ One Night

Dragon Heart sat with her cheek laid in her hand, stirring a finger in her bourbon slowly. The low light of the tavern gave off the feel she had been looking for. Yet, the raucous singing and celebratory activity seemed a touch off to her. She was still getting used to how the elven culture stood apart from the human culture she had grown