An Emperor for the Eclipse CH 4 Live on Literotica
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Chapter Four: Sometimes we should be careful what we ask for.
Only two more chapters and we’ll be caught up to the farthest point I’ve written. The fourth chapter of AEFTE is now live on Literotica.
Now we’re back with Raothan and it’s time to throw some of these different characters we’ve met together and see what happens. Should be fun, right? Oh, and don’t think I’m done introducing new characters, either. More show up in this chapter, and more still in Chapter 5.
I should note that the next stop for actual erotica is the in-progress Chapter 6, but I promise once we get there, there we be far less downtime without the good stuff that makes you come to Literotica in the first place. Chapters 6, 8, and 9 will all have the lusty bits for your reading pleasure (thought I’m hoping you like the story on its own, as well!).
As before, if you want to see a world map for After Exile or a pronunciation guide for all these weird fantasy names, you can find them here.
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An Emperor for the Eclipse, Chapter 4, Excerpt:
Raothan bent back to his task, using the repetitive motions to smother away nagging thoughts and urges. Before long, he was in that still place with only his breathing and the sensations of the moment: the sun on his back, rind and stalk moving under his hands, the scent of warm earth in his nostrils, hoofbeats …
He cocked his head, focusing his attention on the muted thudding. His farm was, if not remote, at least a short ride form the main road. There would be no one with occasion to lead a horse out this way, and damn sure not more than one. Still, his ears didn’t lie. He stood and turned in the direction of the sound.
A sprig of something dark bounced over the rise, growing as it came. Raothan knew that silhouette. The years would not let him forget. A spear point, aimed at the sky from horseback. Another black point joined the first, and then another. A rider’s helm, the pointed ears of a mount. Two, three, ten …
J’rt Thi’s fucking blood, what’s this now?
He tucked the harvest knife into his belt and dusted his palms together, knocking away the worst of the dirt. The approaching riders—some sort of guard unit, if his impressions served him—came on at a walk: casual, confident, not even bothering to press their mounts into a trot.
They were cutting a straight path in his direction, and his steps took him back to the near edge of the field where it abutted the yard surrounding his house. What was there to do but meet them and learn their business?
Probably some fool new decree being enacted. A tax levy, I’ll wager.
The riders jangled up, bits of tack glinting under the noon light, two columns of five splitting apart and fanning out into a semi-circle before him. An eleventh man, who’d ridden in at their head, stepped his horse forward. Raothan crossed his arms over his chest.
“Look at this one,” he heard one of the riders mutter to a neighbor, “head shaved like he thinks he’s some kind of warrior.”
“The general would shit a sword,” the other agreed on the low assessment of this foreigner standing before them.
The leader swept a hand to the side for silence.
“Are you Ga’ardahn?” he said.
Raothan suspected the man already knew the answer to his own question. How many other Elvigra kissmelon farmers could there be out here?
He laid a finger alongside his nose and then angled it at the man, acknowledging the accuracy of his guess. “It seems I am.”
His eyes skimmed the line of what he now was sure were Imperial Guard. The Emperor’s sigil—a pair of crossed swords beneath a crescent moon—fluttered on blue pennants strung around the shoulders of every horse. Raothan noted the bulk of muscle distributed among the riders, the sharp eyes and taut grips. There were seven men and three women. None of them looked as though they had seen lives of ease. They were not here for a tax levy.