CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE—COMFORTING FACES AND DISTURBING VOICES

Everything was warm and cushy, though he could not say whether he was wet or if his surroundings simply felt that way. For some reason everything felt, so very good.

He smiled.

The adventure never expected that it would be like this.

The last thing he remembered was the terrible plain.

And there was a woman. Who was that woman? She seemed… concerned.

He tried to open his eyes, but he felt too tired, and every time he stopped trying, his comfort increased. Though he was not sleeping.

How strange.

Images flashed in the green and bright haze. He could tell it was bright and green through his eyelids. Was this the afterlife?

If it was, it certainly was strange.

Those images, though.

He saw many things.

Gaining his sword.

Seeing his brother.

There was that fun in Darshuun within the Sultan’s Palace. Raz thought he had never had so much entertainment in his life. Ah, the harem…

And Leilyn!

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He could see her breasts clearly in his mind, her large areolas and her ample hips. He groaned. Or at least, he thought he groaned.

She was… perfect.

Hard and soft in all the right places.

His thoughts now, they seemed to come of their own accord, though he tried to reach out to cup her—

A voice came to him, from a distance, deep and ponderous. It was ethereal in a way, but he could not understand the words.

Leilyn smiled before him.

How he wanted her. I would give anything to have you now.

Raz reached out to touch her again, when the voice spoke. Spoke was rather an overstatement. It was more like… like a rumble, yes. But was it truly “speaking”?

“Who are you?”

Silence.

Who cares.

Leilyn awaited him, naked as the day she was born, just like she had been when she let her thin gown fall after he had snuck into the sultan’s harem.

He laughed aloud and reached for her with both arms, flying though the open space. He wanted to take hold of her, and indeed he must have been grinning like a pure fool.

The voice did not interrupt him again, but there was a presence urging him to stay away. He turned and glanced about.

Nothing was there.

“Come to me, my sweet!”

He jumped after her, and even though he fell through the open space, she seemed to be far away from him.

“Do not succumb…”

“Wait—what?” he turned, made a face. “Hey! Who are you?!”

“…do not… succumb.”

He stopped, scratched his head.

Raz knew not where that voice came from, but the power behind it… Massive.

“Who are you?!” he called.

Glancing about, he found no one behind that voice, and it did not answer him again. He glanced about for Leilyn and swallowed as his eyes landed on her naked form.

“Perhaps…” he said, feeling a might uncertain, “Perhaps my darling, we should, eh—postpone this rendezvous, yes?” He glanced about. “I feel something is off.”

She looked upon him with moist lips and sad eyes, her face one of sorrow and wanting.

“I am sorry, my dear.” He glanced about. “I need to find a way out of here. Wait—how did I get here?”

Everything shook and rattled and energy, like green lightning struck about. He winced as green dust—like he was underwater—spread throughout the space.

He reached out and touched it, and it burned him. Raz yelped, pulling back. “That is not good.”

“Help… me…” a voice came.

“WHAT?!” he yelped, whirling. “Where are you? Who—are you, man?”