This is Part II of what I plan to be an ongoing series. I would suggest reading Part I, Iron Order - Blood Moon, before continuing.
THE INDUCTION
The journey back to the Iron Order was thankfully uneventful. It gave Faith both time to recover from her injuries and to reflect on what had happened to her in that cave. Tiffany and Vanessa swore to keep her secret and they appeared true to their word, saying nothing of what happened when the three of them made it back to the village.
Faith always knew that the life of a monster hunter was risky and often short lived. That's why she trained as hard as she did, practiced as often as she did. But she'd never expected to be attacked carnally. To be pinned to the floor of a cave and ravaged by a rabid beast. The whole event had shook her to the core, but she would not quit, if anything she would learn from her mistake, and work harder so it never happened again.
"Welcome back," called Galandred to his protege as Faith approached the Iron Order keep, a decomposing werewolf head dangling from the side of her mount, "I take it the hunt went well?"
"Of course," replied Faith, slightly abashed at the white lie.
"What is it?" asked Galandred. "I can see that something troubles you."
"There is one thing that troubled me, something I had never seen before," said Faith. "The werewolf had captured two young women from the local village and was, well, mating with them!"
"Mating with them?!?" asked Galandred, "That is troubling. I can't say that it's never happened, but it certainly is rare. Give your full report to the counsel as soon as you square yourself away in your quarters. And enjoy your induction tonight, go out, party, you've earned it! Anyway, we'll speak more tomorrow."
Faith smiled at her mentor and then led her horse away so that she could clean up and prepare for the ceremony.
The induction ceremony of Faith into the Iron Order was a momentous event that left an indelible mark on her journey. The ceremony took place within the sacred confines of the Iron Sanctum, where generations of monster hunters had gathered to prepare for their perilous quests. Bathed in the soft glow of torchlight, Faith and the other initiates stood before the council of seasoned hunters, each a master of their own craft. She recited the Hunter's Oath with unwavering conviction, pledging her dedication to defending humanity from the supernatural forces that threatened their world. The council members, their eyes filled with a mixture of stern assessment and pride, recognized her resolve and potential. To mark her entry into their ranks, Faith received the Iron Medallion--a symbol of her commitment and a conduit for ancient magic that would aid her in battle. The ceremony concluded with a chorus of cheers and the rhythmic beat of swords against shields--a show of unity and camaraderie that would be her foundation as she embarked on her path as a true member of the Iron Order.
That night that followed was a blur. A flagrant mix of wine, food, and dancing. Faith woke up the next morning to a knock at her chamber door. She rubbed her pounding head and answered, "Enter."
Galandred entered Faith's chamber and the young woman, realizing she had fallen asleep naked, quickly covered herself with a sheet.
"Ah, you're awake, excellent," said Galandred as he sat in the only chair to decorate her small room. "It's time I told you of your family, as promised!"
The tale her protege told her was not one she expected, though perhaps she should have. She was no simple orphan. Her parents had been hired in secret by the Iron Orders high council when she was but a child. Her mother, a mage and her father an alchemist, were brought on to help the order combat what they had learned was a coven of witches.
Little was known of the witches other than rumor. The most startling of which was that they were working on an elixir that, when used, could allow one to control monsters, bend them to your will. The repercussions, if true, we're grave. Faith's parents were hired to both help uncover the location of the coven and unravel the nature of the elixir. The secrecy was required as it was rumored that members of the order were thought to be in league with the coven.
What happened next was tragic, though not unpredictable. Faith's parents were traveling east, following a lead. Faith was with them, only five years old at the time, and was accompanied by a squad of Iron Order men, including one young initiate, Galandred.
Their caravan was ambushed. But not by brigands, by monsters, organized monsters. Galandred swore he had seen nothing like it. All different types of monsters, ghouls, werewolves, a troll even, all of them coming from all directions. Faith's mom thrust her into Galandred's young arms and bid him to flee. He did, and they were the only two to survive the attack.
"That was sixteen years ago now," finished Galandred. "There was never any other sign of the coven and our task force was quickly disbanded. I was forbidden to tell you until now as the existence of the coven and their monster elixir was strictly top secret."
"I understand," said Faith with a tinge of sadness for the parents she never really knew. "Where, where was I from?"
"The western provinces," replied Galandred. "I don't know where you were born exactly, but your parents lived in a town called Marietta, not far from the mages college in Verlonne, and near to where you've been assigned!"
The next morning, with the echoes of the induction ceremony still ringing in her ears, Faith's journey truly began as she set forth to the rugged and untamed Western Provinces, her assigned hunting grounds within the Iron Order. It was a tearful goodbye, leaving the only home she'd ever known, her peers and teachers, and most importantly her mentor, Galandred. But she was excited to head out west, start her life in earnest, maybe learn more about her family, and make a name for herself among the ranks of the Iron Order.
SIX MONTHS LATER
Faith woke from her nightmare screaming, tangled in her sweat soaked sheets. She turned onto her front, her right hand slid down her toned stomach until it found her engorged clit. Faith spread her legs, raising her ass into the air. Her hips bucked as she rubbed and fingered herself, her free hand tangled itself into her long blonde hair as she bit her pillow. She screamed as she came immediately, soaking her hand in her own warm pussy juice.
It had been six months since she had been inducted into the ranks of the Iron Order. That meant it had been six months since she had been taken by a werewolf, fucked to orgasm on a dirty cave floor, and bred over and over until she had fell into unconsciousness. Faith still woke up from time to time, reliving those events in her dreams. And every time she woke, to her great shame, she woke with a fire in her loins - it made her sick.
Faith wiped her pussy, tossed her wet sheets onto the floor of her room, rose, and walked over to her wash bucket. She cleaned herself with a washcloth while reflecting on the last six months....
Thirteen. That's how many monsters she had slain since being officially inducted into the order. That was more than double that of the next closest hunter posted out west. She'd slain ghouls, wraiths, a golem, a harpy, even another werewolf, to name a few. She was quickly gaining renown. And though some of the western contingent were jealous and resented her success, most were proud and impressed with her accomplishments.
Three. That's how many men she had been with. None of them were anything to write home about. Whether it was her looks, or the fact that she was a member of the Iron Order, none of the three men she had been with ever lasted long enough to get her off. In fact, the first of them, a young blacksmith's apprentice, had finished in her hand as she lined him up to enter her. She had thought about sleeping with some of the men from the order, but Galandred had warned her about mixing business and pleasure.
A knock at the door broke her from her reflection. "Just a minute," called Faith as she wrapped a robe around herself. "Yes," she said, opening the door to Manfred, the second in command of the western contingent.
