Finding my Parents in Another World-Chapter 67: Lust and Power

Fyodor had had a terrible day. It started on a horrible note when he saw his goddess Zoe ditch the skirt which he had stained with his cum, and wear some armored leggings instead. She had gone out in the morning so early that she didn’t even have breakfast at the Inn.

And now as morning turned into day, which turned into noon and now night, Fyodor wondered whether she would ever return. He had overheard her talking with Famina and both of them had mentioned going to some Caves within the Tal. They wouldn’t be the first ones to never return from that infernal forest.

If she had to die, why didn’t she died after I had my taste of her, Fyodor thought bitterly, massaging his frustrated cock through his trousers. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

A creaking of the main door caused him to look up boredly, and immediately all his disappointment vanished.

For standing in the doorway was Zoe.

She looked exhausted, her armor covered with multiple scratches and bruises. Yet her figure remained elegant, and graceful, curvaceous and desirable.

"We-welcome." Fyodor sputtered out, immediately cursing himself for his inelegance. He was almost seventy years old now, he really should know better.

Fortunately Zoe seemed too tired to grow suspicious of him, like she had seemed the first time. She nodded dismissively at him, and then trudged her way back to her room.

No, I can’t let her go back yet.

"Wait a moment please." Fyodor called out, almost stumbling over himself as he walked out from behind the counter.

Zoe stopped and looked back quizzically at him.

Fyodor held out the glass of water eagerly, sweating from his palm.

"Please have this medicinal water. It is a custom of Satoky for travellers returning from the Tal."

An obvious lie. But there was no Famina here to protect her now. Zoe regarded the old man with suspicion, but eventually she was too exhausted to even suspect him. So she nodded and consumed the glass in one go, to the absolute joy of Fyodor.

He stood there, ecstatic, as he watched Zoe’s ass wiggle seductively as the tired woman made her way to her room.

She looks exhausted....but can’t take any chances. With this pill she won’t wake up, no matter what.

For one thing was sure. If Zoe woke up, Fyodor would have no chance to subdue someone carrying a weapon like that Spear.

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Fyodor waited one hour. An excruciatingly long hour, one in which he kept checking the clock on the wall in frustration every five minutes. The pill should have worked within thirty minutes, probably less considering Zoe’s physical condition, but even so Fyodor was taking no chances.

Once an hour was up, Fyodor tiptoped his way once more to the end of the hall towards the room of Zoe and Famina. Tonight there was just one person sleeping in this room.

Fyodor took out his master key, his hands trembling with excitement. He forced his hands to be steady, as he opened the door, and then quickly stepped inside.

Once more he was in the room of Zoe and Famina. This time there was no hesitation. Fyodor made for the smaller room on the left and opened its door confidently.

He almost shouted in joy and ecstasy. Zoe hadn’t even changed. She was lying face down on the bed, wearing the same armored leggings and top she had worn when going to the Tal. The combined effect of the medicine and her exhaustion had knocked her out as soon as she touched the bed it seemed.

Fyodor stepped forward, relishing the moment, drinking Zoe’s body in with his eyes. She was lying on her stomach, with her ass pointed upwards, and Fyodor stood for a moment admiring the curve of her ass. The maturity exuding from it.

Fyodor was bursting from lust. He almost tore open his own clothes, and in moments was naked. His own body was blotched and ugly, a far cry from the very picture of grace lying defenseless in front of him right now. His cock however stood erect.

Fyodor felt an involuntary shudder go through him. Finally he was close to his goal, finally he would be able to rape the goddess who had driven him mad with lust.

He climbed on top of the bed. He went towards Zoe’s bottom half first, carefully and easily removing her armored leggings. The leggings were caked with mud and blood, but once he removed them he could see what was underneath : Zoe’s bare thighs. Fyodor drunk in the golden brown lustre of her thighs, and brought his face closer, sniffing her scent. There was a faint sweet smell, which aroused Fyodor even more.

Sticking out his tongue, Fyodor began to lick Zoe’s thighs. The moment her skin made contact with his tongue, he felt a bolt of electricity go through his body. Zoe’s skin felt like no other woman he had ever fucked. It was exotic, in a way which drove Fyodor even more mad.

He slobbered his tongue all over her knees, before moving up to her upper thighs. He stopped himself before going up further though. He wanted to savor this.

A faint glow caught his eye. He looked up momentarily. Seeing nothing, he shrugged and returned to the unconscious woman in front of him.

He moved up now, removing her breastplate. She was wearing a shirt underneath, which also was removed promptly by Fyodor, finally revealing her bra. But, since she was lying on her stomach, her breasts were not visible. Fyodor frowned.

"Making it difficult huh Zoe darling?" He sneered at the sleeping Zoe. Then, as if for punishment, he brought his hand down in a spank on Zoe’s panty covered ass. He felt a shiver of excitement when there was no protest from the sleeping woman.

Yes, yes you really are my property.

The spank felt all together different from when he had raped the whore Rebekkah. He felt more powerful, and thus it aroused him further. He straddled Zoe’s back now, placing his hard cock on her bare back. The cool surface of Zoe’s skin immediately caused a little of his precum to drop out, but again with much effort he restrained himself.

He moved off Zoe now, and then turned her around so that she was now lying on her back. The drug was truly potent, for Zoe didn’t even move a bit while Fyodor was moving her.

It happened in a flash, so fast that Fyodor didn’t even realise what had happened. One moment he was turning over the half naked Zoe, the next he felt a tremendous force on his chest and got thrown backwards towards the door.

Fyodor grumbled as he stood up. He looked around. There was nothing unusual in the room, no sign of anyone else, no sign of anyone capable of using magik at the least. Wary now, Fyodor took another step towards the bed.

Immediately he was thrown back again, this time with almost double the force. He coughed up blood as he crashed against the door with enough force to bend the frame.

This time however Fyodor saw the weapon firing at him. It was the Spear that Zoe had brought back. Fyodor looked at Zoe. She was still unconscious, fast asleep. So at least she was not controlling the Spear.

So who is?

Fyodor looked back at the Spear, his wariness turning into fear of the unknown. For magik to be used, there must be someone conscious using it. But there was no one else in the room. Fyodor had never heard of a weapon firing by itself.

"Danger to Champion. Please leave otherwise I will be forced to use lethal measures on you." A voice rang out.

Fyodor looked around fearfully. Where was the voice coming from.

"Please leave now." The voice repeated, an insistent tone in its voice. Fyodor looked around once more, and finally pinpointed the sole item from which the noise could come from.

The Spear itself.

"Are you speaking from inside the Spear?" Fyodor asked hesitantly, slowly moving backwards. His blood had run cold, his erection had shivered down. He had completely underestimated Zoe. And what she was capable of.

"Affirmative. If you don’t leave immediately I WILL use lethal force on you, and not regret it one bit." The voice was harsh, and it richocheted within his head. The voice seemed to be directly speaking to his head.

Fyodor fumbled backwards. An update was needed to his plan of action. As long as Zoe had this Spear, he couldn’t touch her further. Stumbling backwards, Fyodor hastily gathered his clothes and bolted out of the door. Standing outside the door, he looked longingly at his Goddess, at the sleeping, oblivious Zoe inside. If not for that blasted Spear, he would have raped her tonight. Cursing under his breath, Fyodor wore his clothes and moved towards the door.

I need to research more about these weapons

Until that weapon is neutralized, I will never be able to achieve my goal.

The problem for Fyodor was that Zoe would most likely leave tomorrow, and there was zero chance he would ever see her again. He needed something, something to figure out her location, to know where she was at all points.

Pondering thoughtfully , Fyodor left the room disappointed.