A New Adventure Begins
“And what troublesome god has turned their ire to me this day,” the man grumbled as he kicked the wheel of his cart that had fallen off. “There’s no way I’ll get this back on without the help of another.” He sighed in frustration then did the only thing he could: sat on the back of his crooked cart and waited for a traveler to pass by who would be kind enough to help him.
He heard distant music long before he saw where it was coming from. As the sound drew closer he could make out a lute being played, but not the lyrics of the tune. He realized he COULD make out the lyrics, it was just that the words were nonsense. Yet as he listened the lyrical gibberish carried so much emotion he felt he could almost hear what their meaningless words meant.
Two women came into sight in the distance, one tall and walking with long steady strides down the road and the other small and dancing in circles around the other as she played a lute and sang the song of oddly enchanting gibberish.
The tall woman had a striking figure that her tight clothing showed off. She had long, thickly muscled legs and a slim waist with impressively sized breasts that could be easily seen even from a great distance. She had vibrant blond shoulder-length hair and as she drew closer he could see that although she had beautiful Elven features her face remained stern and serious, dulling the beauty.
Even from a distance he could see that she carried herself like a woman used to violence. His first thought was adventurer, but she appeared to carry no weapons. His next thought was that the woman must be ex-military. Mostly he was interested in discovering why such a dour woman was traveling with such a bright and exuberant companion.
The girl dancing around the grim woman was significantly shorter than her, perhaps by more than a foot. The tall Elven woman stood with perfect posture and was covered with hard muscle under the softer, curvier parts of her body. The girl, although neither fat nor even plump, had a softness that seemed more than it was beside the hard woman. Her unkempt brown hair seemed to add to the sense of softness beside the stern woman’s perfectly groomed blond hair.
She had a dainty waist but a wide ass and thick juicy thighs. He had a hard time judging the size of the girl’s breasts, partly because of how she was dancing around the other woman as she sang her song and played her lute, but mostly because the Elven woman’s breasts were each at least twice the size of the smaller girl’s head. Aside breasts so large the girl’s breasts were going to look small no matter their size.
The tall woman was dressed in formfitting leather and clothing as tight as it was black. The younger girl wore a brightly colored crimson dress so low cut her breasts seemed to be constantly close to falling out as she danced about. The skirt of her dress was scandalously short, and even from a distance her exuberant dancing left no doubt that she had no small clothing on underneath. She wore jaunty boots and had tights that went to just above her knees, leaving her juicy thighs exposed. The only other clothing she wore was a tight choker around her slender, long neck the same crimson as her dress.
Neither woman showed any sign of noticing the man or his broken cart even as they neared hailing distance. He hopped off the back of the cart and called out to them, waving them down. Only then did the stern woman nod an acknowledgment of to the man.
“Greetings, travelers,” he called out as they approached, even more amused by the way the smaller girl was dancing and singing around her stern companion now that she was trying to pay attention to him.
“Kiki,” the woman snarled, throwing an arm out to slap the young girl in the chest. “Enough of your annoying prattle.”
The girl let out a loud “oooof” as the back of the woman’s hand slammed into her chest, sending her stumbling back. When she righted herself she grinned embarrassedly at the man but as soon as she’d recovered she continued playing her lute, standing a pace behind her traveling companion.
He’d thought the girl a Human but now that she was close and not dancing around he thought he was perhaps wrong. There was something Elven about her features and he suspected she was a Common Elve. She had pretty elfin features that made her look barely of age yet the mischievous grin she wore suggested she was significantly older than she looked. He knew with the right mix of Elven blood someone could look Human but never appear to age past late adolescence.
“Good afternoon, kind ser,” the stern woman said with a nod.
“Good afternoon, uh, ladies?” He was unsure how to address the strange duo, something that seemed to amuse the girl playing the lute immensely. “What brings you traveling this way with your, uh, daughter?” he asked, knowing it was a presumptuous way to start a conversation, but he was too curious to hold back.
The girl erupted into a fit of raucous laughter, slamming her hand on her lute then doubling over. The tall woman glowered, trying her best to ignore her.
“Did you hear that, Birgitta?” the girl asked when she righted herself, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes. “Your bloody daughter!”
“Kiki is not my daughter,” Birgitta declared grumpily.
“Is she your ward, then?” the man asked, even more curious now.
Kiki erupted into a fresh fit of giggles. “Ward? WARD? Could you imagine? ‘Oh mighty Herald of the Crimson Light, please protect your young ward from all the danger we’ll meet on the road! Please, I’m but a helpless girl.’” She doubled over laughing again.
The man’s eyes grew large. “You are a Herald of the Crimson Light?”
“We BOTH are,” Kiki retorted, snottily sticking her tongue out at the man.
“Uh, beg my pardon lady, but aren’t you a little… small?”
She hopped forward and strummed her lute dramatically. “Ah, but kind ser! It is not the size of a person that matters when you are blessed by the Goddess of the Crimson Light! It is the size of one’s emotions that matter. Even the smallest of people can change the world if they feel their emotions strongly enough.
“And I assure you, kind ser, I feel more than most. I take my love for the beauty of the world around me and my respect and admiration for those that are valorous and brave and channel it the way the Goddess of the Crimson Light has shown me to-”
“She’s a Bard,” Birgitta declared, cutting her off. “A bloody annoying one.”
Kiki strummed her lute dramatically again, pirouetting then falling to lean against her tall companion. “But ya love me nonetheless!” she said, grinning up at Birgitta.
“I assure you, Kiki, love is NOT the emotion you are eliciting in me right now. Now please, take a seat on that log on the side of the road and let the serious people speak for a moment without interruption.”
“Fine,” Kiki said with a huff as she pushed off of Birgitta. She stomped to the log the tall woman had pointed her to and plopped down onto it with a petulant grunt, slinging her lute over her shoulder as she did. “But I’m NOT playing any music while you make me take a time out,” she pouted, bracing her hands on the log while leaning back and spreading her legs open in a very unladylike way.
“And you say the young woman is not your daughter or ward?”
“She’s not as young as she looks,” Birgitta growled. “She’s my… companion. Although right now she’s being a pouty slut.” She turned her head to Kiki, who was indeed pouting as she sat on the log. “Close your legs, Kiki,” she barked. “The kind man can see you’ve no small clothing on. Not everyone in the world wants to see your hairy little twat.”
“It’s not THAT hairy,” she muttered. “You’re just salty because you have too much Elven blood to be able to grow some pussy hair,” she added grumpily. Then her face lit up with a huge grin as she pointed to the man. “And HE seems to be enjoying taking a nice long look at my puss.”
The man coughed and his face burnt bright red. “I’m… I didn’t mean… I just…”
Birgitta rolled her eyes. “Kiki, just close your legs and stop distracting the poor man or I’ll come over there and TIE them closed.”
Kiki squealed and hopped in delight as she slammed her legs closed. “How about you promise to tie me up LATER and I’ll do whatever you want NOW?”
“Fine,” Birgitta said. “Just please shut the fuck up for now.”
Kiki squealed happily and threw her hands over her mouth to show she’d remain silent.
“I apologize,” Birgitta said. “What had you been asking me? The brat makes me so flustered sometimes.”
“Uh… I had been asking the nature of your relationship.”
“Ah, yes. She’s my traveling companion.”
He furrowed his brow, looking between the women. “That isn’t really an answer,” he said, knowing he might be pushing too far but too curious to stop.
“No,” Birgitta said with a resigned sigh, “but it IS the truth. Now tell me, ser, would you like assistance fixing your cart?”
“Oh! Yes, I would.” The two women were so engaging in their differences that he’d forgotten why was stranded in the road.
As Birgitta helped the man fix his cart she inquired as to the nearest inn.
“Just down the road,” he told her. “The Cold Pigeon Inn.” Once his cart was fixed he thanked her and started to pull his coin pouch from his belt.
“Please, ser, it was nothing,” Birgitta declared. “If you insist on paying me consider putting up with Kiki as your payment, I certainly wish someone would pay me for the herculean endeavor.”
Kiki hopped to her feet, flinging her lute from behind her back and beginning to strum the chords. “Shall I write a new song about this glorious adventure? When the mighty Birgitta bravely sent her ‘traveling companion’ to a time out so she could help put a wheel back on a cart? I’d think such an epic ballad could earn us many a free drink at the inn ahead.”
“We can’t get there soon enough,” Birgitta said as the two began continuing down the road, leaving the man behind.
“So you DO want me to write you a new song so we can get absolutely shit-faced!”
“No, Kiki, I’m looking forward to getting you alone in a rented room so I can sit on your fucking face and silence you.”
“Now THAT needs a song. Oh, wait, I’ve already written several about you grinding one off on my pretty little face. Shall I sing one now to get you in the mood?”
“Just not the one about that time we’d just come from the Whispering Woods. I hate that one.”
Before Kiki began singing she laughed raucously. “Bwahaha! He thought I was your DAUGHTER!” She then began dancing around Birgitta again, singing a lewd, lengthy, and detailed ballad about being nearly suffocated by her ‘traveling companion’s Elven muff as the two continued on their way.
At the Cold Pigeon Inn
“Kiki, can you feel that?” Birgitta asked as they approached the Cold Pigeon Inn. She stopped, the inn a stone’s throw away, and held an arm out to stop Kiki from going further.
“Hmmmm…” Kiki said, bending over and sticking her ass up then slowly inhaling. “I can feel what’s coming from the inn. Seems like the normal mix of weariness, inebriation, and a lot of pleasant fragrant horniness.” She closed her eyes and inhaled again. “One of my favorite emotional cocktails. Although I have odors I like more,” she said as she stood up, looked at Birgitta’s crotch, and winked. “Nothing beats a whiff of your pussy after a long day of hard travel.”
“Concentrate, you horny little brat. Smell it again. Close your eyes, let the crimson light of the goddess center you. Feel the emotion under all the others, the one almost everyone in there is feeling.”
Kiki rolled her eyes and sighed. “Fine!” She closed her eyes, calmed her breathing, and slowly inhaled. “I can sense it now…” she whispered. “Fear?”
“Fear,” Birgitta replied with a nod of agreement. “Kiki, summon the map.”
Kiki grinned, flung her lute into position, and began strumming. As she did her fingers began to glow with crimson energy that spread through the strings then floated up into the air as glowing musical notes. They gathered, forming a large map that hovered in the air before them, becoming solid parchment.
Birgitta calmly grabbed it from the air once it was solid and began looking it over. “It says we’re in the Barony of Kraimore. Does that mean anything to you?”
“Nnnnnnnope,” Kiki said, strumming her lute and beginning to spin in small circles. “Never been this way, or if I have it was long before this little Barony was here. You know how it is, Alaria is always in change. Less than a hundred years ago this was probably all wilds with maybe a small frontier town or two.”
“And what would the Kiki of one hundred years ago, who had yet to accept the crimson light of our goddess, have been doing wandering through the frontier of the untamed wilds?”
Kiki stopped spinning and grinned sheepishly at Birgitta. “The same thing I was doing for the hundred years before that and the same thing I’ve been doing since I accepted the goddess light,” she said, pausing then strumming her lute loudly as she sang, “fuuuuuucking eeeeeeeverything I caaaaaan!”
Birgitta rolled her eyes in annoyance. “And were you a bard then, too?”
“Of course. I just didn’t use emotionalmancy to fuel my Bardic magic. You really think I’d have been able to build up the repertoire of bawdy ballads I have in the span of one meager Human life?”
“No,” Birgitta said, grumpily. She looked away from the small woman happily strumming her lute and dancing at her side. “I’d have thought someone would have strangled you to death with a cord from your lute if you’d been a bard much longer than I’ve known you.”
“Fuuuuuuuuck yoooooouuuuuuu,” Kiki sang while standing on her toes and resting the back of her head on Birgitta’s shoulder.
Birgitta shrugged her off her shoulder. “Come on, Kiki. Let’s go in and get to work. The Goddess of the Crimson Light has brought us here for a reason. We will discover why everyone inside feels such a strong undercurrent of fear. But we must be subtle, yes?”
Kiki flipped her lute over her shoulder, letting it hang behind her on its strap. She hunched forward and let her arms drop limply to her sides. “FINE,” she blurted petulantly. “Low profile for now. But if they ASK for a song you can’t stop me.”
Birgitta pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes, sighing in exasperation. “Why do I put up with you?”
The smaller woman perked up, grinning up at her partner. “I can think of three reasons. One, we were appointed by the high temple to be Heralds together. Two, we’ve yet to meet an evil we can’t smite or a wrong we can’t right. And three?” She twirled till she was behind Birgitta and dropped to her knees before shoving her face into the woman’s firm, ample ass. “Bwecause wou wove duh phewl o’ muh phase inbween yur sof bits,” Kiki said, her voice muffled by Birgitta’s ass.
Birgitta reached around, grabbed Kiki by the hair, and yanked her to her feet. The girl squealed in delight, clapping excitedly. “Harder! Yank my fucking hair out, you sexy beast!”
“Maybe later,” Birgitta said with a sigh. “We have work to do.”
* * *
“It’s the Baroness,” the man sitting across from Birgitta and Kiki whispered in a drunken drawl. “Romilda Basinger, she’s the one that has them all so terrified.”
Kiki brushed a finger against Birgitta’s hand. It glowed slightly, a subtle sign emotionalmancy was being used to connect their minds. Finally getting somewhere, she thought at Brigitta. We’ve been trying all night to feel out why these people are all so scared. The locals have all shied away from us once they realized what we were asking about. But this man isn’t a local, just someone who travels through the Barony of Kraimore enough to know the answer.
Enough to know but not smart enough to keep it to himself, Birgitta thought back then pulled her hand away. She leaned in closer to the man. “Tell me about this Baroness,” she whispered conspiratorially. “What kind of woman is she?”
“A very beautiful one,” he slurred. “Seen her once or twice. But she’s cold… fierce and mean-hearted. But that’s not why they are all so afraid of her. It’s the god she worships.”
“And what god is that?” Birgitta asked.
“Er… no… No, I can’t be saying that much.”
He started to pull away but Birgitta grabbed his hand. “Tell me,” she said, her voice cold. “Or you’ll find out how mean-hearted I can be.”
Kiki laughed nervously, grabbing Birgitta’s wrist and pulling her hand away from the man’s. Before he could pull his hand back across the table she grabbed it, but instead of using a firm grip she gently stroked it. “It’s okay,” she purred, fingers glowing faintly. “You can trust us. We won’t tell anyone you told us, especially not some scary pretty Baroness.”
The man’s eyes glassed over and his body, which had been tense, eased. “Not pretty,” he mumbled as he fell into a trance. “Beautiful.”
“Sure,” Kiki purred. “A Beautiful Baroness that worships who?”
“Eczotl,” the man said.
Kiki pulled her hand back as if it had been burnt. She and Birgitta looked at each other, both alarmed.
The man blinked a few times and looked around, confused. “What’s going on?”
“You’re drunk,” Birgitta said gruffly. “You were just getting ready to go to bed.”
“Right,” the man said, finishing off his drink then getting to his feet. He swayed and almost fell over. “Too drunk. Need to get to bed…”
As soon as he was gone the two women leaned in and began whispering to each other.
“This is bad,” Kiki hissed. “At least we know why we were brought here.”
“Have you encountered Eczotl worshipers before?” Birgitta asked.
“Yes,” Kiki said and shivered dramatically. “And as much as I love a good groping by a tentacle monster, Eczotl the Swarming Mass That Hungers isn’t exactly interested into a consent-filled date night. Everyone knows Eczotl is a capital ‘E’ evil god.”
“And it sounds like this Baroness is open about her worship of Eczotl,” Birgitta replied. “No wonder these people are so scared. She’s got to be something truly terrifying to get away with openly worshiping a god like that.”
“So what do we do now?” Kiki asked.
Birgitta grunted. “You let me think for a moment, that’s what we do. This is no simple perverse god who’s given themselves to The Corruption. This is a perverse evil unlike any other in Alaria. We will need to be careful.”
“But we WILL help these people?” Kiki asked.
“Of course. Could you walk away knowing an Eczotl worshipper is ruling over these poor people?”
“No,” Kiki said, eyes narrowed. “No, I couldn’t.”
“You know, ladies, you should be a bit more careful,” a handsome, rugged-looking Human man said. He flashed a charming smile as he sat across from Birgitta and Kiki, casually drinking a mug of ale.
Birgitta gave the man a stern look. “And why is that, stranger?”
The man smirked and leaned across the table. “Because the Baroness has spies everywhere,” he whispered.
Kiki responded by looking around the room as if she could suddenly see spies in every shadow then dramatically held her arm to her forehead and pretended she was about to faint. “Spies? Oh no! What are we ever to do if we’re spotted by an evil lord’s informants? Save me, Birgitta.” she said, pretending to faint onto Birgitta’s shoulder.
She began to go limp, intending for Birgitta to catch her. Kiki realized her partner wasn’t going to catch her a moment too late to prevent herself from falling off the bench they were sharing. She fell to the floor with a girlish yelp, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.
“And you should try to draw less attention to yourselves,” the man added. While Kiki scrambled to get off the floor he held his hand out. “I’m Raold Rantel.” When Birgitta didn’t reach to shake his hand he pulled it back. “I’m a hunter. I was planning on setting out in the morning to see what kind of game I could find.”
Birgitta crossed her arms, grunted to acknowledge Kiki as she returned to her seat, and stared the man down. “And you’re offering all this helpful advice why?”
The man shrugged. “Everyone who lives here knows it. But most of them would never tell strangers like you.” He looked around the room, drawing the women’s attention to apprehensive looks everyone was giving them. “They are all hoping you either move on before one of her spies find you or that if you don’t, at least you don’t get them involved in whatever trouble you intend on causing.”
“I can feel the fear,” Kiki whispered, her normal jovial tone gone. “So much more of it suddenly…”
Birgitta grunted to acknowledge what her partner had said. “Well, Raold, I thank you for your advice. But we are not afraid of the Baroness of her spies.”
Raold narrowed his eyes. “You SHOULD be. She has a way of finding out about everything and punishing them for it. Most who are taken to her estate never return and those that do… well, let’s just say they return changed.”
“Are you telling us we should flee?”
“No,” Kiki said, her voice serious. “He’s going to offer to help us.”
He nodded. “Yes! Look, I’m a brave man but I won’t lie and say I’m brave enough to stand up to the Baroness. But I can give you information. I know a lot of things, things that could help you. But not here where everyone can hear us, I fear I’ve already said too much. Come upstairs with me to the room I’ve rented, we can talk safely there.”
Birgitta looked at Kiki.
She flashed a dopey, eager grin. “We were planning on renting a room anyways.” She looked at Raold then back to Birgitta and waggled her eyebrows. “And he looks like he wouldn’t be too bad to spend the night with. All those rugged muscles, we haven’t had that kind of man to share for a while.”
“Ignore her,” Birgitta grunted. She put her hands on the table and stood up. “Alright, lead the way, ser. Come on Kiki. And try to keep it in your pants till the serious business is done.”
She squealed in delight as she hopped up.
As they headed for the stairs, Raold leading the way, Birgitta noticed the way everyone was looking at them. She reached out and brushed her hand against Kiki’s, their skin glowing faintly where it touched. Kiki turned and looked back at the people’s faces. They looked at each other, let their hands touch again, then nodded.
* * *
“Remember Kiki, talk first fun later,” Birgitta told her partner as she closed the door behind her. “We need to let this kind gentleman tell us his secrets before we show him our thanks.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Raold said.
As he’d walked into the room ahead of them he’d taken something out of his pocket and with his back to them had rubbed it against his crotch. Now that the door to the room was closed he spun around, holding up a glowing metal charm the size of his palm. The charm was shaped like a large eye surrounded by scales with two small demonic horns atop it.
The metal eye erupted with sparking red arcane energy that flew towards both women. Before either had a chance to react the streams of sparking red energy flowed into their eyes, momentarily turning them white. Both their arms fell limp to their sides and their faces lost all expression.
“Much better,” the man said. “Praise be to Baedor,” the man added, nodding to the charm. “I dedicated what I am about to do with these women to you, oh mighty God of Sexual indulgence.”
He tucked the charm back into his pocket then began undressing. “I suppose by now you realize I’m the very spy I was ‘warning’ you about. I want you to know I wasn’t lying about being a hunter, I was just a bit misleading with that bit of information. See, I’m one of the Baroness’ huntsmen, only it’s not wild game I hunt. It’s people like you two, people who would cause trouble. It’s my job to hunt them down and bring them to her.”
After his shirt was off he took a moment to stretch, flexing his well-muscled body and showing it off. “It’s a shame you two dumb bitches can’t speak when you’re hypnotized by the charm. I’d like to make you tell me what you thought of my body. Is it everything the eager little slut expected?”
As he was speaking he’d been unfastening his pants. He dropped them then, his hard manhood springing into sight as his pants fell around his ankles. “How about this? Impressive, isn’t it? And you two sluts have me oh so excited.
“See, as a huntsman I’m allowed a bit of fun with my victims before I bring them to the Baroness. Not much fun to be had with the men, but the women? Oh, I have all sorts of fun with them.”
He kicked his pants off then pointed to the floor at his feet. “Come kneel right here.”
Birgitta and Kiki both jerked forward in response to his command, shuffling like zombies towards him then dropping to their knees at his feet.
He stroked both their heads, directing the two women to face each other with his cock between them. “We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight, the three of us. Or at least I am, I couldn’t care less if either of you dumb sluts enjoys even a moment of it.”
“Now suck,” he barked, pressing their heads towards each other.
If his cock had not been between them he might have been pushing them together to force them to kiss. But their lips were kept apart by his hard shaft. When they reached it both women opened their mouths, taking opposite sides of his impressive girth into their maws.
He held their heads in place as they both began noisily and wetly sucking, directing them to move their mouths up and down his length. They sucked and slurped and licked, drooling messily on his throbbing member.
“Damn, you’re both truly eager for some cock. That’s good, I’ve got plenty to give.” He let go of their heads. “Keep going, I want to see how good the both of you can work together. You will both keep your mouths on my cock till I cum.”
Kiki moved her mouth towards the base of his shaft while Birgitta went towards the tip. As Birgitta neared the end she shifted her body so she could more easily take his swollen cockhead into her mouth. At the same time Kiki arched her back and lowered her body as she began sucking on the man’s balls.
Raold moaned in delight. “Clearly not the first time you two have done this,” he gasped. Kiki had snaked her hands up the front of his body and was caressing his hard abs, running her fingers through the dark bristly hair there. Birgitta had inhaled his cockhead and was giving him loud, sloppy, intense head.
It took the two almost no time to bring Raold to climax. He grunted in delight as he did, grabbing a handful of both their hair as he came in Birgitta’s mouth. “Fucking gods, women, I think that might be the hardest I’ve fucking nutted in my life,” he gasped, pushing them both away.
“I think I might be starting to feel a little guilty I’ll be bringing you two to the Baroness. If you’re that skilled with your mouths I can’t even begin to imagine what fucking your cunts is going to be like. It’s a true shame to ruin such lovely fucktoys as you, but I’ll be able to get my fill before I drag your hot asses to her.”
As the man spoke he lazily went to his discarded clothing and grabbed his jacket, pulling a potion out. “All I need to do is take a little sip of this Iphasean Potion of Virility and I’ll not just be ready to go, but be harder and have my balls fuller than I was when we began. I’m going to do everything I can think of with you ladies tonight because I know after I drop you off at the Baroness’ feet no one outside her estate will ever see you again.”
He took a sip of the potion. As soon as he swallowed his cock stiffened and his balls swelled slightly as they were magically refilled. “Much better,” he sighed, sitting at the end of the bed and placing the potion nearby. “But I’m in no rush. It’s still early in the evening and we have till morning. I want to take my time with you two.” He clapped his hands. “Up on your feet, fuckmeat, time to strip.”
Birgitta and Kiki had been on the ground, laying unmoving where Roald had pushed them. As soon as he’d given them the command to stand they’d complied, although Kiki had stumbled as she tried to get to her feet, crashing into Birgitta.
“Clumsy little twit,” Raold growled. “I suppose the eye of Baedor couldn’t fix that. Come on, sluts, up.”
The two women got to their feet, Birgitta supporting Kiki with a hand grabbed firmly onto the other’s wrist. Their bodies had been positioned so Raold had not been able to see the faint glow of crimson light where their skin touched, a glow that disappeared as soon as they were no longer touching.
“The clumsy little twit first,” he commanded, pointing at Kiki. “You’re practically naked as it is. You don’t even have any small clothing under those clothes, do you?”
Kiki, expression blank, began to open her mouth to speak then stopped. Roald chuckled. “You really are a dumb slut, even when hypnotized like this. You can’t talk while being controlled by the Eye of Baedor! But that’s not how I wanted my answer, take that slutty little dress off and the rest of it too.”
He leaned back, drinking in the sight of Kiki’s body after she undressed. “You know, next to this big dumb brute of a woman you looked so small and dainty, but you’ve got plenty of plump bits, don’t you? Those fucking thighs and that round little ass! And look at those plump titties, they’d look big if that one’s tits weren’t twice the size of your head.
“Now come closer, girl, I want a better look at you. Hmm… Perhaps you’re not a girl, eh? I thought you were some barely of age Human slut but now that I’m getting a closer look…” he brushed her messy hair aside to look at her ears. “Ah, as I suspected. Pointed but not elongated. A Common Elve mongrel.”
He reached between her legs and grabbed her cunt then ran his hands through the soft sparse hair of her bush. “Enough Human blood in you to have a hairy cunt. But how much Elven blood? Even with a dash you could be one of them Common Elves who never look to age past late adolescence. How old are you, really? Thirty? Fifty? A Hundred? Or are you one of them sly Elves who has far more potent Elven blood in them than they seem? You could be hundreds or thousands of years old. Would explain how you got so good at sucking cock and balls.”
“I suppose I’ll never know,” he finally said, giving her cunt a squeeze then shoving her away.
“Alright, you dumb brute, your clothes off now.”
He watched Birgitta undress far more closely than he’d watched Kiki. Partially because Kiki’s outfit and clumsy stumbling about hadn’t left much of her body needing revealing but it was clear he was FAR more into the large, strong Elven woman.
“Gods, woman, your body is a wonder. You’re so fucking big and muscular but thanks to your Elven blood you manage to be slender where it matters and thick and soft in all the right places. Them thighs ain’t as soft and juicy as the little brat’s but being crushed between them dense muscles would be a joy nonetheless. And look at that fucking ass! So fucking perfectly shaped and firm, I want to bounce fucking coins off of it.
“But it’s those fucking tits I can’t take my eyes off. So big I wonder if you’ve got a bit of Silver Elve in you? Couldn’t be too much… not firm enough. That’s good, I detest the purer blooded Elves that have tits so firm they look like they’ve been bolted onto their bodies. Not your tits, no you got just enough natural sag to them to let me see the weight even from over here.
“Both of you come closer, turn around, and bend over. Spread your fucking cheeks and let me get a look at your fuck holes. Mmm… Look at that, not a single fucking hair on you down here you, big brute. Looks even tastier next to the brat’s furry little puss.”
He grabbed both women’s pussies and rubbed at them before slipping a finger into each of them. When he pulled them out he held them up and commanded them to turn around and look. “See how fucking wet you both are? You should be ashamed. The Eye of Baedor doesn’t do that, this is all you. Means you dumb bitches are ENJOYING this. That’s sick. But I like it.”
Roald scooted to the edge of the bed and spread his legs. “Alright, I want to try the brute’s tits now. Come on, slut, down on your knees.” Once she was kneeling before him she grabbed her breasts and started to lift them so she could wrap them around his hard member.
“Not yet,” he barked. “I told you, I want to take my time and enjoy this. You should be thankful. This will be your last night of relative enjoyment of life. If the Baroness decides to play with you she won’t be as kind as I’m being. And even if she does it won’t be long before your fed to- No, I shouldn’t say, it should be a surprise.”
Grinning evilly, he scooted a bit closer to Birgitta and grabbed his cock then began slapping it into her tits. “Look at those fucking monsters jiggle,” he groaned in delight, slapping his cock into one tit then the other. “Okay, cunt, hold them up now. Yes, just like that. I want to rub all this precum leaking out of me all over them perfect nipples of yours. Ah! Look how hard they’re getting, you like the feel of my cock rubbing against them, don’t you?”
Birgitta moaned in agreement, leaning forward so his cockhead pressed into the bulk of her large breasts.
“Fuck woman, now you have me impatient for more. Alright, grab ‘em and give me a titjob.”
Birgitta grabbed her breasts and scooted forward so she could better wrap them around his throbbing member. Just before she pressed them in around it she leaned forward and let a huge wad of drool fall from her mouth onto his cock. Properly lubricated, she enveloped his cock with her tits and made it disappear.
She then began bouncing her tits up and down, causing Raold to throw his head back and moan in delight as he braced his hands on the bed behind him. “Fucking hells! You must have given a hundred titjobs to be this good. You know just how to press them in to get the densest part of the tit around my cock. And the way you’re moving them, fuck woman, I won’t be able to last much longer.”
“No,” he growled, “I don’t want to cum being passive. As much as I like a bitch pleasuring me I’ll cum while I’m fucking YOU.”
He shoved Birgitta to the floor on her back. The move was unexpected and she’d thrown her arms out in surprise, knocking Kiki to the ground along with her. Raold barely noticed the girl landing on the floor and rolling so that one of her arms was stretched under the bed. He had been too distracted by the sight of Birgitta’s breasts flopping as she flew back then bouncing and jiggling when her back slammed into the floor.
With a growl of desperate carnal hunger he’d pounced off the edge of the bed onto her chest, slamming his cock down between her tits. He grabbed them, struggling for a moment to get their impressive bulk wrapped properly around his throbbing member. He was so close to release that he struggled to keep his hips from moving as he squished her tits in place around his cock. Once enveloped he started humping her chest, hard and fast. He moaned in delight at the sight of the ripples of jiggling flesh sent up the bulk of her tits every time his body slammed into their underside.
He was so engrossed with Birgitta’s tits he failed to notice Kiki behind him. He didn’t see her arm under the bed, didn’t see her tracing glyphs on the floor nor see them lighting up faintly with glowing crimson arcane energy. By the time Raold grunted in release and came in Birgitta’s tits Kiki had pulled her arm out from under the bed, the glyphs glow fading from sight.
“Fuck that was good,” Raold grunted, getting up on shaky legs. “Look at that mess,” he said happily as he looked down at the huge load of cum he’d left smeared between Birgitta’s tits. “The potion does a good job of upping the amount of cum you jizz out. Glorious,” he added, shaking the cummy mess off his softening cock and splattering it on Birgitta.
“But as glorious as the sight is, I’m not into fucking women when they’re a mess. Come here, slut,” he barked, bending down and grabbing Kiki by the hair. He yanked her towards Birgitta, making her yelp in pain. “Clean her up with your mouth,” he commanded. “Not a single drop left when you’re done, understand? And get on top of her with that plump little ass raised up, I want a show while I drink my potion.”
Raold sat on the edge of the bed and happily watched Kiki as she climbed on Birgitta, raised her ass for him, and began licking Birgitta’s tits clean. She moaned and slurped as she did, stopping to suck on Birgitta’s nipples whenever her mouth was near them.
“You’re both fucking insatiable,” he told them after taking a sip of his potion. “I just got to command you near each other and you start going. Bet if I left the little slut there she’d just keep going. Too bad for you too I don’t like jerking it to the sight of two dumb sluts getting each other off. I need my cock in there if I’m gonna stay entertained.”
“Although I am not a cruel man,” he added as he got up, holding his cock as it stiffened. “You keep doing what you’re doing then suck on them big titties when you’re done. See if you can get the big brute moaning. Meanwhile, I see something back here I want a bit of.”
He squatted behind Kiki, slapping his cock down in the wedge between her plump ass cheeks. He grabbed hold of her soft side with one hand to help keep him up and pressed his cock down into her ass cheeks with the other. When he started moving his hips, sliding the length of his member up and down through the valley of her plump soft behind, he shifted his hands to her ass so he could better press her cheeks in around himself.
“Just as soft and fuckable as I imagined,” he moaned happily. “And your ass was nice and sweaty, that mixed with all the precum the potion is making me leak means there’s plenty of lube for a nice smooth assjob.”
While he had his way with her backside Kiki continued to play with Birgitta’s tits, sucking and licking and squeezing them. Birgitta gripped the carpet, her nails digging into it as she panted and writhed under Kiki. She adored Brigitta’s tits and always reveled in how much the strong woman enjoyed having them played with. Raold was so engaged with humping Kiki’s plump little ass he didn’t notice that she was able to bring Birgitta to climax just by working her tits with her hands and mouth.
Just before he came he unexpectedly shoved Kiki to the side, falling to his knees above Birgitta and grabbing her hair to jerk her head towards him. “Open,” he grunted, ramming his cock into her mouth just as he began to cum. “Every drop,” he barked. When he was done he shoved her away from him hard enough to cause her to slam the back of her head into the floor.
He’d gotten up and turned his back on her in a display of indifference. It meant he missed the flash of anger that appeared on Birgitta’s face, missed the way an alarmed Kiki had reached out and put a calming hand on the woman’s chest to keep her where she was. By the time Raold had taken a drink of his potion and turned back around they were both up on their knees, expressions blank as they awaited his next command.
“I want the young one’s cunt first,” he declared. “Get up on the bed, sit on the edge. You, the big titted brute, go sit behind her. I want to prove, once again, I’m not a cruel man. Go to town playing with her plump little titties. Lick and kiss her neck. Hell, if she can get her head twisted right you two can lock lips for all I care.”
Birgitta got on the bed first, spreading her legs and making room for Kiki to sit in front of her. They both scooted forward till Kiki’s ass hung just over the edge of the mattress then both leaned back.
As soon as Kiki’s legs were spread open Raold was rubbing his cock up and down her pussy, smearing precum all over her lips then casually working his swollen cockhead into her wet hole.
Birgitta wrapped her arms around Kiki and began playing with her tits. She leaned her head around and began licking Kiki’s long, slender neck then started kissing it. Kiki whimpered as Raold began to press himself into her, twisting her head so that she could kiss Birgitta at the same time. They locked lips, not pulling apart until Raold eventually grunted in relief and came inside Kiki.
“Now the big one’s ass,” Raold told them after taking a sip of his potion.
Kiki helped Birgitta get on all fours and scoot her raised ass to the edge of the bed. She helpfully spread her cheeks open so Raold could more easily access her asshole, even spitting a gob of saliva onto the puckered hole to help ease Raold’s entry.
“Is there nothing you sluts haven’t done together?” he smirked, rubbing his cock onto Birgitta’s asshole. Her body tensed for a moment as he began pressing into her hole but Kiki, hands still holding her ass cheeks open, rested the side of her face on the woman’s backend and nuzzled her to get her to ease her muscles.
Birgitta’s body tightened again as Raold pressed past her sphincter. But once past it she eased up and even began to moan in pleasure as Raold began fucking her ass. Kiki helped build her pleasure by licking both her asshole and Raold’s cock as he fucked her ass. She licked and slurped, looking up at Raold and giving him her best “cum in the bitch” look she could.
He found the look entrancing and was unable to look away from her cute face as she lapped at his cock as it slid in and out of her partner’s ass. Anytime his eyes would start to wander Kiki would lock eyes on his and keep his focus on her.
It meant he didn’t see the face down Birgitta’s arms stretched out, didn’t see her fingers tracing glyphs into the bed’s headboard. He didn’t see the traced symbols ignite with crimson arcane energy then slowly fade from sight. She kept tracing symbols till Kiki, sensing Raold was near finishing, slapped her ass.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” Raold groaned, the meaty smack of hand into firm flesh pushing him over the edge. He yanked his cock out of Birgitta’s ass, leaving her hole gaping and slowly closing while he shoved Kiki’s face out of the way so he could cum all over one of the Elve’s ass cheeks.
Once he was done he grabbed Kiki by the hair and jerked her face back to Birgitta’s ass. “Lick it clean,” he commanded as he turned from them to get his potion and take another sip.
“Flip over, you dumb brute,” he barked, slapping Birgitta’s ass when he returned, cock hard. “I’m ready for your cunt.”
Once on her back he climbed up onto the bed, grabbing her legs and pressing them up as far as they would go then sliding his cock into her as he pressed her knees to the bed. “Gods be praised,” he moaned as he slammed his body ungracefully into hers as he pressed her into the bed, “your cunt’s a fucking marvel. If I didn’t have the whole night to grow bored of it I’d be tempted to abscond with you and your little slut.”
He kept slamming into her, grunting ungracefully, till he pressed her down hard into the bed and emptied his balls into her. He didn’t pull away from her when he was done. Instead, he kept her pinned there, his cock starting to soften in her and cum beginning to ooze out around it then trickle out of her cunt to dribble down over her taint to her asshole.
“Potion,” he snapped at Kiki. “Give me a sip so I can fill the slut’s cunt again while you sit on her face. She’ll eat you out while I fill her a second time, you both understand? Good.”
Kiki fed him a sip of the potion then went and straddled Birgitta’s face, flashing her an eager grin when Raold wasn’t looking. She sat on the blond woman’s face, helping her wrap her arms around her thick thighs as she wiggled her hips and situated her cunt in the Elve’s face so she could best eat her out.
She rode Birgitta’s face while Raold grunted and clumsily slammed his body into Birgitta’s over and over again. He had been fixated on watching Birgitta’s tits bounce and jiggle the first time but the second time he leaned down and shoved his face between them, moving it from side to side to slap his cheeks into their jiggling flesh.
With the man distracted Kiki raised her arms and began tracing lines of glyphs in the air. Everywhere her fingers went glowing floating arcane symbols appeared, snaking out from her dancing fingertips in long ribbons of shimmering runes that wrapped around the bed, floating in place and sending out a faint shimmering ripple that first surrounded the bed then disappeared just before Raold came again.
“That’s enough mess,” Raold grunted, pulling out of Birgitta, cum oozing out of her. “Go clean yourself up. There’s a rag and some water in the basin over there, get as much cum out of you as you can. You, get me my potion then get your mouth on my cock and suck it clean.
As soon as Kiki had fed the man the potion she pressed him onto the bed, pinning him there as she inhaled his cock, taking it balls deep in one smooth gag free motion then sucking him clean in one slowly drag of her sealed lips back up the length of his member.
She didn’t stop there. She reversed course and began giving him intense head. He moaned in delight, wiggling under her. She reached out, grabbed his legs and arms then shifted them so he was left lying in the center of the bed, arms and legs out making a large x with his body.
“The fuck you doing,” he said then groaned in delight as she took him deep down her throat and began to vocalize. “Holy shit, where did you learn to- Wait,” he snapped, “you shouldn’t be able to do that!”
He moved to sit up but ethereal glowing crimson manacles appeared around his wrists, chains made of the same transparent energy appearing from them and pulling his limbs tight against the bed. Kiki kept sucking him off as glowing shifting runes lit up all around them, etched into the floor and bed and the air. They slowly rotated, sending waves of magic that pressed Raold down and kept him from moving.
“The fuck is going on,” he groaned, trying to pay attention to what was happening but finding it nearly impossible as Kiki worked him towards climax with her mouth.
Birgitta was on the other side of the room, back to him as she squatted over the basin and washed her cunt. As she used a wet rag to try and wipe herself clean of the mess he’d left in her she answered. “You’ve been had, Raold,” she said coldly.
“You’re talking! But how? It— Ngh! Gods, woman! No more, you’re going to make me cum again!”
“That’s the point,” Birgitta said dispassionately. “Kiki, you’ve dragged it out long enough. Finish him and end the sealing.”
With a final skilled slurp and a single fingered slipped into his asshole Kiki pushed the man over the edge. He grunted in dismayed delight as he filled her mouth. The ethereal chains binding him to the bed tightened and more appeared around his neck, pulling his head to the bed.
“All done,” Kiki said happily after noisily swallowing his load.
“You broke free of the Eye of Baedor,” he grunted angrily.
“No,” Birgitta replied, dropping the damp, cum soaked cloth into the basin before turning to face him. “We were never entranced by it,” she declared as she stalked menacingly towards the bed.
“Fooled ‘ya!” Kiki giggled, doing a little dance beside Birgitta while tauntingly pointing her fingers at him.
“H-how?” he stammered.
“The vile servant of The Corruption Baedor has no power over the Crimson Goddess’ servants,” Birgitta declared.
“And we were prepared,” Kiki added, making a snotty childish face at him. “We saw how the people down there were acting and knew it wasn’t us they were afraid of, it was you.”
“We’ve met plenty of men like you before, Raold the Huntsman,” Birgitta said, glaring at him. “And we’ve dealt with them all.”
“AND had fun doing it,” Kiki added gleefully.
“This is what is going to happen,” Birgitta continued, ignoring Kiki. “You are going to give us that information you promised us. The only question remaining is if you do it willingly or not.”
Kiki bounced with excitement, clapping her hands. “PLEASE say you won’t do it willingly.”
“You best not listen to her,” Birgitta said, nodding to the happy, bouncing girl beside her. “You think I’m the scary one? You don’t want to know what she’s capable of, especially when she’s this worked up.”
The Hunting Lodge
The doors to the hunting lodge were thrown open by two large, armed and armored men. Everyone in the lodge’s common room turned and stiffened when they saw the two men were wearing the uniforms of Baroness Basinger’s guard, fear flashing across most of their faces.
“Stand for the Honorable Nydris Basinger, ward of Baroness Basinger and heir apparent to the Barony of Kraimore,” a well-dressed attendant declared as he walked through the open doors.
Everyone rose to their feet then bowed slightly as the attendant was followed in by a slender young woman with grayish-purple skin. Her skin color suggested she was at least partially Night Elve but her thick, jet-black bobbed hair hid her ears leaving her race a mystery. It was said none who had seen her ears had lived to tell what they’d seen.
Nydris was dressed in luxurious riding leathers that hugged her slender form and gentle feminine curves. She held a riding crop in one hand and was slapping it into her other hand as she looked at the people bowing to her.
“As you were,” the young woman called out lazily. The crowd returned to their seats, many murmuring about the unexpected arrival, although none did so loudly enough to be overheard.
She snapped her fingers to draw the attention of her attendant. “Have the horses seen to and stabled, I want them well-rested for the hunt tomorrow. Then have my normal room prepared and ensure the ‘play’ room is as it was left. But first, tell that simpering fat man that runs the lodge I do not wish to see his face during my stay. Then take a look at the serving wenches currently employed. You know my type, pick one you think I will enjoy and send her to me with a drink. If I send her and drink back send me another till I’ve claimed a toy for the night.”
“As you wish,” the attendant said with a bow, quickly hurrying off to do as he had been commanded.
“You two,” she snapped at the two guards still holding the door open. “You can stay wherever the servants go when their betters are enjoying the comforts of this lodge and inn. I won’t be needing your protection from the kind of effete noble suck-ups I see around me.”
“But Lady Basinger,” one of the guards began.
She slapped his cheek with the riding crop. “I know the Baroness is worried about the disappearance of her Huntsman but I am not. Surely one of the riffraff he terrorizes finally got the best of him. There will be no such threats in a place like this. And although I am but her ward do not forget I am as capable of protecting myself as she is.”
“Yes, Lady,” the man said, bowing and retreating out the front door.
Nydris looked to be in her early twenties but carried herself with deadly confidence far beyond her apparent years. As she stalked across the common room to choose a place to get comfortable she eyed those she passed, smirking as she saw men and women flinching away from her.
“I’d enjoy breaking each and every one of them,” she said to herself, loud enough to be overheard. “But they need not worry,” she added a bit louder, “for it will be a pretty young girl I’m going to be breaking tonight.”
* * *
Kiki took a moment to straighten her outfit, giggling at how silly she felt in the slutty serving girl uniform the lodge had their staff wear. “Should at least get her attention if everything that bastard told us about her is true.”
Birgitta grunted, arms crossed as she stood with her back to Kiki. “I don’t like it. This is all too dangerous. I know you think we can trust the fat man that owns this place, but I’m worried he’ll betray us. And things never go well when we split up.”
“Ugh! Birgitta, we’re not splitting up. After you take care of the girl’s goons you’ll go to the room next to the one reserved for her. The reason no one ever wants it is because they say people can hear her victims’ screams. If it sounds like I’m in trouble in that pervy little play room she has set up you just do your muscle woman thing and kick down the door or burst through the wall and save me.”
Kiki spun, making her short skirt fly out, then fell into Birgitta’s arms. When she spoke the confident strong tone of voice she’d been speaking in was gone, replaced with the mock tones of a scared girl. “Will the big scary Herald of the Crimson Light be willing to save such a helpless little tavern wench like me? Just think of how WET it would make me if you saved me! I’d be willing to let a big brute like you do anything you wanted with my poor helpless body.”
Birgitta dropped Kiki, letting her fall to the ground with a surprised squeak. “Kiki, I’ve spent far too much time with you to be able to think of you as helpless. You’re not just the most dangerous woman I’ve ever met, I think you’re the most dangerous THING I’ve ever encountered. But if this girl is everything our poor deceased friend Raold says…”
“I’ll be fine,” Kiki said grumpily as she got up and dusted herself off.
“You won’t even have your lute.”
Kiki shrugged. “I barely need it anymore. I don’t rely on my Bardic magic like I once did. We’ve both become expert emotionalmacers. With the Crimson Goddess’ light our emotions are all we need. Neither of us even bother to carry proper weapons anymore. Now stop worrying like an old crone and help me straighten up. And help me get my tits right, I want to catch her eye first try.”
“Old crone? Hmph. How many centuries old are you?”
“A lady never tells,” Kiki smiled up at Birgitta as the large woman helped adjust her breasts so as much cleavage as possible was showing. “Mmmmm… shame there’s no time for a little fun before I head out,” Kiki purred as she leaned into Birgitta’s touch.
“If your plan goes well you’ll get to have plenty of fun tonight,” Birgitta said, crossing her arms turning her back on Kiki again.
“Don’t be a sulky jealous bitch,” Kiki barked. “We’ll find time to have fun once we get what we need from the pretty little monster. And if things go REALLY well you’ll get to join me and have some fun with her.” She turned around and stuck her ass out. “Come on, give it a slap to get me in the mood before I head out. Nice and hard so I can feel the sting for at least an hour.”
“Kinky little slut,” Birgitta grunted as she turned around and slapped Kiki’s ass hard enough to make her yelp in pain.
She skipped happily forward, holding her ass “Thanks, love! See you soon.”
Once out of the backroom they’d been hidden in she entered the kitchen and joined the other serving girls Nydris’ attendant was gathering up. As soon as he saw her he pointed to her. “You, what’s your name?”
“Sarnae,” Kiki said in a bubbly, giggling voice as she gave the man a little curtsy. She stood and opened her eyes, looking as awed and dumb as she could. “Is the Baroness’ ward REALLY out there?”
He narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously. “Yes…”
“It’s just that I’ve only recently come to Kraimore to work off my family’s debt. I’ve heard so little about the Baroness and her ward, only that they are both very beautiful. I was hoping to see her.”
“Working to pay off your family’s debts?” the mas asked her.
Kiki blushed and looked at her feet. “Aye, ser. My father owed a terrible man a lot of money. I didn’t want to go with him but… it was my duty. And when he grew bored of me he sold me to the man who owns this place. At least HE doesn’t touch me the way the last man did. But he has said I may need to let the clients touch me that way.” She looked up, eyes sparkling. “Although I suppose letting a woman touch me that way might be exciting! She’d at least not be as cruel as a man.”
The attendant grinned. “Oh, you’ll be perfect. Come, let’s get you a drink and take you to her. I’d bet money she’ll take a liking to a dumb, naive little slut like you.”
Kiki curtsied again and followed the man. “What does nigh-eev mean?” she asked dumbly.
“You’ll be perfect,” he said again.
* * *
“Come sit in my lap, Sarnae,” Nydris said, putting her drink down and patting her legs. “I want a closer look at you.”
Kiki giggled and hopped into the young woman’s lap. “Like this?” she asked, acting as though she were too shy to keep eye contact for long.
Nydris stroked Kiki’s cheek then grabbed her face and twisted it towards her. “Look me in the eyes,” she demanded, her violet eyes pulsing with a flash of magic. Kiki went rigid, eyes locked on the girl’s in a trance. “How strange, I can’t see into your mind. You must be a truly vapid, empty-headed girl.”
“What… does… vapid… mean…” Kiki asked slowly, eyes open wide and locked onto Nydris’ glowing eyes.
“It means you’re a dumb slut that’s too dumb to realize she’s such a dumb slut.” Nydris looked to her attendant. “She’s perfect, good job as always.” Louder, so everyone in the room could hear her, she proclaimed, “I claim this dumb little slut for the rest of my stay.”
The other staff members and most of the patrons showed no surprise at the proclamation. Those daring enough looked at the serving wench perched on Nydris’ lap with sadness, a few looking at her as though she’d just been given a death sentence.
“Is my room and the attached play room prepared?” Nydris asked, keeping her eyes locked on Kiki’s and stroking her face. When the man confirmed it was she told him to watch over “Sarnae” and send her up in ten minutes. “It won’t take me long to prepare,” she said eagerly. “I’ve already a full evening of fun planned.”
What happens once Kiki is alone in the room with Nydris? (Choose up to 3 options from this poll)