Chapter Forty Five: The Lake

Jason and the rest of the party rode towards Buttermilk. The ceremony had gone well, and Jason had seen Stella in the crowd with Aaron and his Family. She seemed very sad.

Jason hugged his father and they’d departed. They galloped the entire journey and made it to Buttermilk much quicker than Jason had ever travelled before. It only took half a day. All of the horses had been in a sprint. Jason rode into the town and saw the village thriving. The houses had been remade mostly, and the streets were filled with people. The only remains of the dragon's attack were the ruined church and the burnt orchards.

Jason smiled. The soldiers stopped for a brief rest. Jason walked into the town square and looked around. He saw Arkanon chatting to some locals and laughing. Jason smiled. That old skeleton king was an incredible addition to the morale of the community, Jason thought to himself.

Jason was called back to the horses and they began riding south again.

They made it a long way before nightfall. They found a beach next to a large lake and decided to make camp. Some of the soldiers cast fishing lines, and Jason started a fire.

They ate salted beef, bread rolls and seared white fish from the lake. The night got late and the soldiers went to sleep. Jason stayed awake, staring out over the water.

He was so upset with Stella. He thought about her and Aaron sharing a bed together and he clenched a fistful of sand and rocks. Freya came to speak to him.

“Jason.” She said,

“Yeah?” he said.

She sat next to him and kissed him. He was surprised.

She looked out over the lake and smiled.

Jason moved her chin up and kissed her back. They made out for a while. The others slept.

The crickets chirped as Jason and Freya got horny together. They decided to find some privacy and they ran to a nearby forest. They rounded a tree and Jason pushed her up against it. He picked her up and bit her lip. She reached down and rubbed his abs with her slender fingers. His hard dick pressed against her soft tender spots and she loved being there.

Jason turned her around and pulled down her pants. Her underwear came next. He pulled down his own pants and pulled out his dick. He spat on his hand and wet his dick and pushed it inside her.

She moaned as it slipped inside. He fucked her against the tree for a short while, taking her from behind. She would moan with every motion he made, though she tried to be quiet. He felt close to finishing, so he decided to edge himself, and he pulled out.

He spat on his hand, and asked her for some spit too. She left a little pool of spit in his palm. He rubbed her vagina with his wet hand and finished taking off her pants. He took off his own pants and they went to the floor. Her bare ass felt cold on the rocky, sandy shoreline. Jason entered her in missionary and kissed her. They made passionate love by the glistening water. She felt his soft brown hair, and he admired her gorgeous facial features and elegant ears. Her pussy was wet, and she was so smooth. His large dick made her feel incredible as it hit the right spots. Her body was jiggling, her breasts and her round ass bounced with every stroke.

Jason let himself finish inside of her and her vagina oozed his white, hot spray. She lay backwards, sweating everywhere.

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Jason felt every emotion in the world as he finished. His horniness went away and he felt some regret, because he was still in love with Stella. He then looked at the actual royal person he was currently fucking. He pushed the thoughts of Stella from his mind and turned Freya over again. He admired her perfect ass and started fucking her from behind on the shore. She raised her ass up to his dick and smiled with devilish pleasure.

In the morning. Freya and Jason woke up in the same tent. They exited their tents to see some of the soldiers were fishing. Jason yawned and looked at Freya. She was smiling too. They shared a very secret look and then decided to get armoured up. They both put on their armour and their weapons. A few of the other knights were still waking up. Dominic, the cat, was sitting next to the fisherman, begging to be given a fish.

“Come on, man, you know you want to give me the next fish.” The Don said to the guard.

“The next fish, you say? And why would I give you that little buddy? All I’ve caught this morning is some cow bones.” The guard said.

“Hey, don’t call me ‘little buddy’, guy!” The cat snarled and quickly pawed at the man’s shin.

“Alright, alright” The guard said. “I’ll catch you a fish, the next one I catch is all yours.”

The man’s rod started to yank out of his grasp.

“Holy shit.” The guard said, struggling to hold the rod. “It’s a big one.”

The rod was ripped from his hands into the water. A massive wave started to appear and the surface of the lake showed a large shadowy serpent.

A giant snake burst from the lake. It was huge. It was as tall as the church in buttermilk, and about as wide as a tree trunk. The snake snapped the rod in it’s mouth, and the hook came free. Then it snapped forward and almost ate the knight.

“Snake!” Jason shouted, and everyone tried to think of what to do.

The snake whipped out and swallowed the top half of one of the knights. One of the ice wizards tried to cast a spell on the lake, but he was the next one swallowed. Freya darted for a tree to hide behind, and the rest of the party did the same. The horses were spooked and ran back up the road, the way they had come. A few of the knights chased after them.

Jason saw Ogden shooting fireballs from behind the tree and closed his eyes. He thought about fire. The fire they’d made in the icy mountain cave. The fire that rained down from bandit arrows, setting his carriage on fire. The fire from the dragon that destroyed his village during the festival.

Jason emerged from the tree, opened his eyes. His eyes were glowing bright white, and he had no pupils. He punched towards the centre of the lake. A massive fire blast emerged from his hand and sailed towards the dragon. Ogden’s eyes grew wide as he saw the power of Jason’s fireball. The ball collided with the water’s surface, near the body of the snake, and then Jason saw a white light. He was knocked backwards and he passed out.

A minute later Jason woke up. Everyone was standing over him. Their faces had been blackened by soot. Their clothes and hair were singed. They were also covered in a lot of blood. Jason thought he was dead.

He sat up and saw what had happened. His fireball had almost drained the lake. A sizzling snake carcass lay before him in two pieces. The snake had been violently ripped apart by the explosion. The trees around the lake were burning lightly, and the ground was blackened.

“I didn’t know you could do that, magic boy.” Freya said with a wink. She helped him up.

“Jason, the Basilisk!” the knights started cheering! They had given him a fierce new name.

The knights had returned with the horses and the party decided to head south quickly.

They found a river and looked very carefully before they stepped inside and started washing the soot and serpent blood from their bodies.

Jason and Freya shared a secret glance. She walked over to him while they were washing. When nobody was watching, she grabbed him by the dick and whispered in his ear. “My basilisk.”

He laughed and flicked some water at her with his fingers. He was falling in love. After washing themselves, everyone returned to the shore to air dry. One hour later they were all dressed and clean. They continued riding further south.