The Forgotten Faithful: A LitRPG Adventure (UnderVerse Book 2) Cajiao, Jez (best selling autobiographies TXT) 📖

brought you out here.” She shook her head, becoming all serious as I tried to bring my mind back under control.

“No, Jax… I meant the other thoughts. I don’t know if they’re possible, but there’s only one way you can be sure. You’ll need to speak to Jenae, and for the love of all that is light, don’t experiment with it until we know.” I grinned at her and she smiled back, leaning in for another kiss. We stood there blissfully, enjoying the feeling of each other’s bodies pressed together, the sweet heat of our melding lips, the scent of her filling my mind, until Seneschal spoke, interrupting the moment.

“I hate to interrupt, Jax, but you need to either behave yourself, or accept that Oren and his crew will see far more of Oracle’s form than you seemed to want her showing. He’s coming in to land now.”

I blinked, pulling back from the kiss, and straightened up, removing my hands from Oracle, and feeling her hands disengage from me, regretfully. I tried to straighten myself, while her clothing blurred slightly, and she suddenly appeared pristine again.

“That is so not fair,” I whispered to her, turning away to rearrange myself out of anyone’s sight.

“You started it,” she whispered back. “Besides, we can always continue this later…alone.”

She shrank back down and flew out to buzz around the warship as it approached the huge hanger that was being created for it.

“That sounds good to me.” I muttered to myself. Conscious she couldn’t hear me, but also conscious of the line I was crossing. Going from teasing and her willing offer, to actually taking her up on it, was a very big, irrevocable step. Once it was taken, well… I’d had issues with it, mainly because I knew that, with the bond we had, it was for life, and if things changed between us, it could be an exceedingly long problem.

The other side of it, though, was… it could be amazing. Not just the sex, which I had to admit, even if only to myself, I desperately wanted. The companionship was also great; since I’d come here, I’d built relationships like I’d never imagined in my old life. I wanted Oracle, and I knew she wanted me. The last issue was the bond. I still needed time to get used to the fact that Oracle was permanently bonded to me. She had to obey me, and that left a bad taste in my mouth. I didn’t believe that she acted the way she did because she felt she had to, but I had to know.

I’d ask her outright later, and then, if it truly was something that she wanted, and she actually had grown to understand what she was asking for, as I suspected she had, then hell yes. I’d try to break her with it. “They don’t call me ‘Tripod’ for nothing,” I muttered to myself, finding I still had a smile plastered across my face as I watched Oren slowly glide the ship inside the Tower.

The mast had lowered somehow, and the ship fit in through the widened opening with a few meters to spare on either side. I was certain Jory was sweating like crazy, maneuvering such a huge thing into such a small gap. Then I grinned again at the obvious innuendo, and the fact my brain was still wired up that way from the kisses. I laughed and waved to Oracle as she led the way for Decin’s ship, ‘Freedom’.

I watched as she gestured imperiously for him to slow, then stop, hovering in place as Oren and Jory turned the ‘Agamemnon’s Pride’ inside the cavernous bay. They slowly backed her into the central berth that had been laid out for her. There wasn’t a full scaffolding in place for the ship: hell, there was barely an outline to reference the various berths, but still, Jory managed it, landing with a quiet thump when the engines powered down.

As soon as Oracle saw that the warship was in and settled, she gestured to Decin, and began to slowly lead him inside as well.

His ship was considerably smaller, and slid in easily, twisting around and settling in the second berth with a light touch.

I walked inside, a smile on my face as I admired the two beautiful ships. They were a little battered, a little beaten, but they’d soon be a lot more than they had been.

Especially with our very own Runecrafter to help.

I reached out to all three wisps at once, half expecting an argument over the Servitor to still be raging between Heph and Seneschal.

“You all there?”

“I am,” Seneschal’s smooth, refined voice confirmed.

“Aye, laddie, I be here.” Heph sounded gruff as ever, but at least he wasn’t yelling.

“Of course!” Oracle chimed in cheerfully.

“Great; it’s time to get started on the next stage of the plan. I’ve had plenty of time to think over the last few days, as well as asking questions of our people. I’m going to take Ame, Oracle, and Cai to the Hall of Memories as soon as we’ve completed the swearing in, and then I want to get people moving. I’d like you all in the Command Center in a couple of hours; we’ve got an operation to plan, repairs to make, and a fight to win.

“Very well.”

“No bother, laddie; lookin’ forward to it!”

“Sounds like fun!”

I felt them all leave my mind, Oracle leaving a slight sense of trepidation and amusement behind. I gestured to Cai, as he stood talking to Oren at the foot of the warship’s gangplank. The pair of them trotted over, meeting me halfway. I grinned at them and waved to the ships settled in their designated areas.

“It’s a hell of a sight, isn’t it!” I said, getting a mixed response from them both.

“It’s impressive; I’m just glad we managed to get the room cleared enough in time for your arrival,” said Cai, while Oren grumped looking around the room.

“All I’m sayin’, laddie, is tha’ we could o’ fit the