by Zeke Biddle
Alexandra shuffles over on her knees, leans down close, and asks, “What are you doing there?”
“Magic,” Eulalia says while squeezing her boobs together and playing with her nipples. “My favorite kind of magic.”
Gillian joins us on my other side. “Oh, yes. That feels so good when he hits that spot. Even better with his dick.” Turning to Alexandra, she adds, “You can hit your g-spot yourself, you know?”
Alexandra bites her lip before saying, “Teach me. Don’t touch me, but show me what you’re talking about.”
Gillian slides behind me while I continue working on Eulalia, but both of us are more than partially distracted by our desire to watch Alexandra.
“Keep going,” Alexandra demands. “I like the sounds.”
Eulalia and I pivot so we’ll still have a good view of our warrior while we fool around. Repositioned, I return to fingering her tight pussy and pleasuring her with my tongue.
Gillian has Alexandra lie down and then sits next to her. “Okay, so what you’re going to want to do is slide a couple fingers into yourself once you’re nice and wet.”
“If I were any wetter, I’d drown,” Alexandra says, making me laugh against Eulalia’s thick, puffy lips.
She bumps the side of my head with her thigh to get me to focus on my task.
“Perfect,” Gillian says. “So you’ll slide them in, and…I’m going to touch your belly, but not do anything sexual, okay?”
Alexandra pauses to consider the implications and eventually nods.
“Great. So you’ll want to curl your fingers like this and feel around for a slightly rough or thicker patch of skin. You’ll know it when you find it. It should be right around here.”
She places one hand on Alexandra’s blonde pubic hair.
Alexandra flinches, but doesn’t slap her away. “How will I know?”
“Just trust me. You will. And when you find it, you’ll basically just curl your fingers like this, like you’re asking it to come closer.”
Eulalia and I both gawk straight up between her legs as Alexandra slides first one, and then a second finger into herself.
“Wow.” The word falls out of my mouth.
“You like what you’re seeing there, wizard?”
“Absolutely.”
“Someday soon, it’ll be your sword piercing my velvety curtains as I sit atop you like a pack mule and hump you until your dick falls off or you make me come.”
With a whimper of need, Eulalia pulls me down to her once more. It only takes a few more seconds for her to finish.
I ignore the message that announces her buff has activated.
I crawl up behind Gillian and bend her so she’s straddling Alexandra’s body with one hand and one leg on each side.
Alexandra raises her head to kiss Gillian. When she realizes what she’s done, she jerks away.
We all watch as Alexandra continues to explore her own pussy.
“This is all so incredible,” she says to herself with her eyes closed.
I push my dick into Gillian and say, “Alexandra, you on top is fun, but don’t forget good ol’ doggy-style. Take a look at this.” I start fucking Gillian. “You can do it with you on top, but watch how easy it is for her to play with her pussy with me behind her.”
Her eyes go wide, and her hand is rubbing her clit like she’s trying to start a fire.
“You know what, Gillian? She probably can’t see very well like this. Why don’t you scootch forward so you’re lined up right above her.”
She looks back over her shoulder at me with a smile. “You are a dirty man.”
“I have my moments.”
Repositioned, Alexandra’s face is inches below where I’m fucking Gillian. She can’t possibly get a better view.
Gillian reaches one hand between her legs and starts masturbating directly above Alexandra.
My dick throbs at the thoughts that must be going through Alexandra’s head and the knowledge that someday soon, I’ll be fucking her like this, too.
“Hey, Gillian. How wet are your fingers?” I ask.
“So wet,” she says between grunts.
“I wonder if Alexandra would like to taste your juices. After all, that’s not sex, right?”
“I know I’d let her if she asked,” Gillian says, playing along with my game to perfection.
“Please, can I taste your fingers?” Alexandra immediately begs.
Gillian wisely doesn’t make Alexandra call her ma’am or anything like that. Maybe some other day, but for now, the goal is just to start to open her up to a whole world of possibilities.
I lean off to the side to watch Alexandra lift her head off the ground to encourage her to suck on Gillian’s fingers.
Gillian squeals. “That tongue is like silk.”
“Really?” I ask. “I bet it would feel incredible to have me fucking you from behind and Alexandra’s smooth tongue licking your clit while she plays with her own pussy.”
“I bet it would,” Gillian says, not bothering to hide the faux remorse.
“Would that be sex?” Alexandra hungrily asks.
“That’s your call,” I say. “I don’t know the details of whatever you’ve promised yourself. It definitely isn’t intercourse, and it is definitely fun to feel a woman come against your mouth. But you can wait until you are officially in the harem if you want.”
Alexandra’s arm bumps my leg as she more violently starts rubbing her pussy. “I’m going to try it. I hope I do it right.”
A few seconds later, Gillian’s scream is the only proof I need that Alexandra definitely is a natural at eating pussy.
Alexandra and I both come at the same time while Gillian is still screaming from her own orgasm.
Alexandra shouts, “Great Samuel’s Sword, I love sex!”
We all collapse to the ground, laughing hysterically.
“Who’s Samuel, and how big is his sword?” Gillian finally asks.
“Fucking thieves,” Alexandra says with a grunt.
“Any time you want, warrior,” Gillian replies as we all start searching for our clothes.
10
Alexandra has to drag me to my feet to get me moving. My legs can barely hold me up, but we all are eventually dressed and fidgeting nervously in front of the wall, waiting for Gillian to tap the button on the ground that she thinks will make the door open.
We all start counting down. “Three, two, one.”
Nothing happens.
“Why didn’t it work?” Eulalia asks incredulously.
“Oh, you meant to hit it on one. I thought there’d be a zero,” Gillian says. “Do it again.”
“Three, two, one.”
Just to cover all our bases, I add, “Zero.”
Gillian stomps on the button and then hurries to her spot off to the side and just behind us. She draws her bow and readies an arrow.
The door slowly slides to the left. A deep rumbling of stone rubbing against stone fills the chamber. No one comes storming out of the opening.
“Huh,” Alexandra says. “I expected something very different.”
I pat her shoulder in agreement. “Yeah. I’m not sure if I’m happy or disappointed.”
As if sensing we need a distraction, like the good healer she is, Eulalia breaks the silence that hits our group. “What kind of magic do you think that sword and dagger are enchanted with?”
“Fuck if I know,” Alexandra says.
“I’m hoping the magic on my dagger unlocks multiple orgasms!” Gillian says a little too loudly, and then quickly covers her mouth when “orgasms” echoes off the walls. “Sorry,” she whispers.
“Is that all you ever think about, woman?” Alexandra asks.
Gillian nods her head at Alexandra’s hip. “Looks like it’s something you’re starting to think about, too.”
Alexandra’s hand has dropped to her sword hilt, and she’s stroking it in a way that my dick immediately hopes she’ll be willing to do to me someday.
“What? No. I’m thinking about killing things.” But she blushes and pulls her hand away from the sword like it just suggested anal sex on a first date.
“I think the red glow on Alexandra’s sword is for damage. The red symbolizes the blood. Maybe it increases damage. That would be great for us.”
Eulalia as group mental-health manager is an interesting look, but one I agree will be critical as we encounter greater challenges.
Before I can agree with Eulalia’s assessment, though, Alexandra stops in the middle of the hallway. “A lot of fucking good it did against that giant. It almost snapped in half. What good is a warrior who can’t cause damage?”
“Hey, warrior,” I say in a firm voice. If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to talk warrior after my years of specializing in the class. “First of all, your sword will save us all before this quest is through. Mark my words on that. Second, it wasn’t you, babe, it was just a bad alignment of your weapon and his resistances. My magic didn’t do jack shit against him, either.”
She inhales deeply and slowly lets the air back out through pursed lips. If I didn’t know her better, I would say she is near crying. “Nice pep talk, douchebag, but when your magic failed you, you still found a way to be a hero. And you’re just a fucking wizard.”
“I like to think I’m a battle mage.” I flash a smile I hope will lighten the mood, but she must have a very high resistance to my charm at that moment.
Alexandra starts walking again, forcing us to follow her.
“Fine,” I say. “Think about this. You’re the only one who will be able to wield the best armor we’ll eventually find. Before long, you’ll be decked out in enchanted plate mail, gauntlets, a helmet, and a shield as big as this hallway. Then, when your sword isn’t causing damage, you’ll be the dam to the wave of nastiness that’s trying to kill us. You’ll be the one thing holding those foul beasts at bay while the rest of us scramble to find a spell or magic arrow that can kill them. And when that battle is done, we’ll all owe you our lives just as surely as if your sword had caused the killing blow.”
She stares off into space for several breaths and eventually nods. “That’s right. And don’t you forget it. While you pussies are hiding behind me, I’ll be the warrior saving your scrawny necks. Come on. We’ve got monsters to kill.”
Wanting creatures to kill is easy. Unfortunately, finding them proves to be a very different thing.
“Maybe we already cleared the caves,” Gillian offers as an explanation.
“Figures we gave up on fighting bears to wander an empty cave,” Alexandra complains.
“We still have to find the elf princess,” Eulalia says. “The quest won’t be completed until we wake her.”
I have my own theory I haven’t mentioned out loud yet, but since no one else says anything, I have to do something to break the silence. “What if the rock giant is the boss of these caves, and we have to kill him before the quest gets flagged as completed? Nobody probably thought of the possibility of luring the giant all the way through the tunnels and out to an infinite fall from the cliff.”
“If that’s the case, we should just go home,” Alexandra says. “Why bother wasting all this time down here?”
“The elf…” Eulalia starts to argue, but her words are cut off when Alexandra pushes a random table tilted on its side to lean against the wall. A door has been hiding behind it.
Alexandra tries to turn the door handle. When it doesn’t budge, she bashes down the door.
The room on the other side looks like it has been painted in blood.
Eulalia runs a few feet away, bends over, and vomits.
11
“What the fuck happened in there?” Gillian asks, readying her bow in case the killers are still inside.
“Can we just go around this vile filth, please?” Eulalia asks.
I agree with her, but shake my head. “No. There’s no other way. There’s only back the way we came and that door over there.”
I point to the far side of the room.
“At least it seems like whatever happened here happened a while ago,” Alexandra says, rubbing Eulalia’s back comfortingly in a rare moment of tenderness. “Should we vote?”
“No. I’m going onward,” I say. “We need to save the elf if she’s still alive, and I’d like some answers about what happened here.”
We all jump back a step when we hear a cough inside the room followed by a dry, bitter laugh.
“You don’t really want to know; trust me, friends,” a woman’s weak voice says.
“Who the fuck are you?” Alexandra shouts. “Come out from wherever you’re hiding and identify yourself.”
I put a hand on her shoulder and whisper, “We might catch more flies with honey than vinegar.”
“I don’t want to catch any fucking flies. What is with all of you and your obsession with those gross bugs?” she whispers back.
“Why don’t you just let me do the talking for a little bit while you take care of Eulalia, okay?”
She grits her teeth, but after a glance back at Eulalia’s face, still looking the worse for wear after losing her last meal, she nods. “Don’t fuck anything up.”
“Gillian, cover me.” I walk very slowly into the room. To the creature, I softly say, “We’re not here to hurt you.”
“As if anything could hurt me after the things I’ve seen.”
Taking a quick look around the room and noticing fur and bones mixed in with the blood, I nod at the block of stone with a few beakers tipped over on top of it. The voice is coming from behind it. “I can only imagine. If you promise to stay calm and tell us what happened here, maybe we can give you some help.”
“The only aid I crave is death. Can you give me that?”
I can practically feel Alexandra grasping her sword.
“It would really be a huge help if you could tell us what happened in this room first,” I repeat. “Maybe we can work something out once you’ve told your tale.”
“Fine. If I could kill myself, I would have done so long ago. I’ll talk with the faint hope you help me end everything afterward.”
Gillian circles wide to the left with her bow still pointing at the sound while I make my way more directly to the right until I see a furry creature sitting with her back to the stone table.
She flashes a small, shy smile, and waves. Her face and hands are very human, but the rest of her body looks like an enormous German shepherd.
A hybrid.
Whatever happened in this room, the witch was responsible, and she might come back at any moment.
“Stay alert!” I shout while not breaking my eye contact with the hybrid. “This carnage is Esmeralda’s creation, and it has something to do with the hybrids.”
The hybrid in front of me sighs and wipes away a tear.
“Are you hurt?” Gillian asks. “We have a healer who can fix you right up.”
She shakes her head. “No need. I’m physically fine. It’s the nightmares and flashbacks that will be my constant torture.”
“I’m so sorry about whatever has happened to you. Rest a little easier knowing my companions and I have done battle with this witch, and will do battle with her again until we kill her once and for all.”
I don’t feel bad about not telling her how poorly our last encounter with Esmeralda went. She needs comfort, not something else to worry about.
“Kill her slowly, if you get the chance.”
I nod, knowing that if we ever do get the opportunity, we’ll take care of business as quickly as possible and hope she doesn’t see us coming.
After another deep breath to steady her nerves, the hybrid begins her story. “It’s really not that great of a tale. It won’t take long. I was born a month ago. The witch whisked away about ten percent of us hybrids as soon as we were born that week and brought us down to these caves.”
She nods at the glowing tip of the Staff of Light. “None of us have seen the sun since those first few days of our
lives.”
“I’m so sorry,” Eulalia says, apparently overcoming her initial reaction to the room. She kneels down next to the hybrid and takes her hands with a tenderness I should have thought of. “All creatures deserve the chance to bask in the sun’s healing rays. You will come with us. We’ll take you to the surface.”
I stare at Eulalia’s back, wondering what the hell she’s doing making a promise like that without consulting the rest of us, but then I see the shimmer of hope in the hybrid’s eyes.
Any barriers that might have prevented the hybrid from telling us the full truth have just been crushed because of the hope Eulalia has given her.
I never expected that kind of ruthless cunning from Eulalia, but with one glance at her face, I see it wasn’t a tactic or scheme. Just honest concern for helping a fellow innocent creature.
The world is complicated sometimes, and I thank my lucky stars I’ve met such a diverse group of traveling companions to help guide me through the tough times.
“You mean it?” the hybrid asks.
When Eulalia nods, the hybrid continues, the words flowing easier now. “We were all experiments. I’m not sure what she might have been trying with the ones who were stored in other rooms, but in here, she was trying to make hybrids who could explode at will.”
“Why would any of you want to do that?” I ask, apparently too bluntly based on the glare Eulalia throws at me.
“Brainwashing. When all you know is the witch and this room, things get confusing.”
“That’s so fucked up. So that’s what happened to the walls. She just convinced them to explode in here for some reason?” I ask.
“Not exactly. These were the failures. Rather than being able to control the time of their detonation, they just…exploded.”
“Thank God it didn’t work on you,” Alexandra says, leaning over the table and looking down on the hybrid.
Another tear makes its way down her face. “Actually, it did.”
Except for Eulalia, we all take a few steps back.
“Wait,” I say. “You can just snap your fingers, or whatever, and…boom. If that’s the case, why do you need us to kill you?”
