by Eric Vall
“But I want to learn a new dirty word,” Nicola snickered. “And I remember what you said, Jack. You said ‘douche.’”
The women giggled at her proud pronunciation, and I had to admit, the brunette was even sexier with a filthy mouth.
“I am a little bit curious about what it means,” Aleia confessed, but the fairy immediately blushed and changed her mind. “Actually, no, never mind, I don’t want to know.”
“You really don’t,” I chuckled.
“Either way, I think spices would be a welcome addition around here,” Aleia said with a happy nod. “But we need to keep this fire warm well into the night, sisters. Nicola, do you think we should put the meat on the smoker now?”
“Yes, it’s burned down to enough coals,” the brunette confirmed. “I’ll go salt everything, and then we can start smoking it.”
After a few minutes, the dark-haired woman came back and placed the cougar meat on the grate, and then she looked around the garden.
“What can I use to cover it?” Nicola asked. “We need to trap plenty of smoke inside for this to work.”
“A rock should work,” the fairy suggested. “What’s the biggest rock in the garden?”
All three women glanced around, but then their eyes fell on the exposed base of the altar.
Which was just about the perfect size to cover the pit.
“No,” Penelope refused with a firm shake of her head. “Jack would not like that. We are here to repair the altar, not to burn it. We cannot use it for this. It’s sacrilege.”
“Why don’t we ask Jack, sister?” Aleia suggested.
“There’s no need,” I gently cut in. “You have a lot of meat there, and it’s not that I don’t care about the altar, but, as your god, it’s important to me that you have food. So if you need to use the rock, use it.”
“Really, master?” Penelope looked up at the sky. “Are you sure about this?”
“Absolutely,” I assured the naiad. “I want you to be able to cook.”
“You are so benevolent and selfless,” the naiad sighed, but she still shook her head sadly at the idea of disrupting my altar.
“I’ll try to lift the rock,” Aleia volunteered. “I don’t know if it’s attached to the ground somehow, though.”
“It’s worth a shot,” I told the fairy. “Go ahead, try it.”
Aleia walked over to the altar’s base, and then she bent down and started to pull on the large white rock. The small fairy’s muscles strained, and after a couple fruitless moments her face turned bright red.
I’d never seen her struggle so much to lift something. She’d lifted a whole bear before, so what was different about this rock? Did something not want it to be moved?
“I don’t think it’s moving,” the strawberry-blonde grunted through gritted teeth. “I think it wants to stay where it is.”
Aleia stopped trying to pick up the rock and wiped off her forehead. The fairy looked around at the other priestesses with dismay, and then she shook her head.
“It’s okay, Aleia, there’s probably a heavenly force holding it down,” Penelope assured the fairy. “It’s not your fault that Jack’s glory is so unshakable.”
“I’m sorry, everyone,” Aleia responded. “We’re just going to have to put more sticks over the smoking pit instead.”
“That will be fine, I’m sure,” I told the strawberry-blonde.
“But what do you think about the altar, master?” the fairy responded. “Do you think it’s a holy force that won’t allow me to lift the stone?”
“Probably?” I hedged. “I mean, yes, of course, it is.”
“Our lord’s glory is too sacred to be tampered with,” Penelope said with a wistful smile.
“Well, I still don’t like not being strong enough,” Aleia laughed. “I am a fairy, after all.”
“We all know you’re strong.” Nicola stuck her tongue out at the strawberry-blonde. “You don’t have to rub it in.”
“As a matter of fact, I was telling Jack earlier today that we all have our special talents,” Aleia said with a teasing smile. “I could never have butchered that cougar like you, Nicola. You know I admire you so much.”
“I do.” Nicola smirked. “But I still like to hear you say it once in a while…”
The women snickered at the shameless brunette, and I let them have their fun with teasing one another before I interjected.
“We should get those sticks put down soon,” I pointed out. “Aleia, why don’t you get to work on that?”
“Yes, master,” the fairy obediently replied.
Then Aleia built the new cover on top of the smoking pit, and once all the logs were arranged in a tight-knit line, she checked to be sure there was enough air circulation to keep the coals from being smothered. By the time she finished, the sun was setting, and the fairy looked up at the bursts of bright orange and red light streaking across a pale pink sky.
“It was a busy day,” Penelope yawned.
“It was,” I agreed. “You look like you could use some rest.”
“But you wanted us to make weapons and start working on the altar,” Nicola reminded me. “I suppose the gnome visit interrupted all that.”
“That’s okay,” I assured her. “There’s still a little time left in the day, and you’ll be getting a lot of supplies from the gnomes, so it was worth the interruption.”
“They’re also nice, my lord,” Aleia laughed. “We don’t only like them because they give us stuff.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” I chuckled. “The gnomes do seem like great people.”
“Well… except for that douche, Balabar,” Nicola joked, and the women giggled at her cheeky smile.
“You’re using the word correctly,” I confirmed.
“Do any of you want to bathe with me?” Penelope asked the other priestesses. “It feels like it’s been so long, and it always feels so good. We’re so dirty, too, and I’m sure Jack would like it if we kept our bodies nice and pure for him.”
Why did she have to say things like that? It was torture when I got the sensation of having a phantom erection but couldn’t do anything about it. Then again, I never wanted her to stop. Penelope’s devout innocence was one of the things I loved most about her.
“I do,” Nicola answered as she raised her hand.
“Me too,” Aleia agreed, and then she put her hand up to her face. “I can’t believe how sweaty I’ve been looking around our lord today.”
“Are you certain he minds?” Nicola murmured with a suggestive smile.
Then Aleia blushed bright red and swatted the brunette’s arm, and my phantom erection began to ache.
My eyes roved over the three women’s swaying hips while they headed toward the stream, but I was never quite sure what to do when the priestesses bathed in the creek. Of course I wanted to see every inch of them as often as I could, but only being able to look and not touch was like a slow, erotic torture sometimes.
“Are you coming, master?” Nicola asked in a sultry voice. The brunette only called me “master” when she was trying to get to me, and I knew I’d lose my mind watching her splash herself all over right now.
“No, I’ll give you your privacy for now,” I replied.
“You certainly don’t have to, but okay,” the dark-haired woman sighed.
Within minutes, I could hear the women splashing around and giggling together in the creek, and it only drove me slightly insane. I kept busy, though, and I focused on picking another new tool for the night instead. I wasn’t sure if cooking devices counted, but as basic as they were, we could definitely use some tongs around here.
Penelope had collected several pounds of shells for the cement, so they could fire those tomorrow. Now that we actually had a kiln, it would be easy for the women to make their own pottery as needed and not be as dependent on the gnomes.
Today had been a successful day, though, and I was glad the gnomes had come to visit again. In addition to their wonderful friendship, h
aving the creatures as trading partners was more than beneficial to the women, and their generosity seemed virtually unlimited, given that they’d offered Nicola a sword.
There was still a lot more to do, as always, so I considered what I could have the women accomplish that evening to help meet our goals. They would need plenty of spare cordage around the camp for tasks ranging from weapon creation to hunting to construction, and it was easy enough for the priestesses to twist the fern strands together with their adept hands.
The women walked back into the garden looking squeaky clean and interrupted my more practical line of thought, and I immediately ditched my planning for wishing I could come down and smell them. I knew Penelope was as sweet as apples, Aleia was fresh and woodsy, and Nicola had a scent that reminded me of spring wildflowers. It was strange only having the senses of sight and hearing, but most of the time, I felt like I was adjusting alright until I saw my fresh-faced and gauze-wearing priestesses. Nothing made me miss my sense of smell, taste, or especially touch like the sight of damp, wet, and devout women.
“How are you feeling?” I asked while I eyed their nipples through their gauze.
“Really, really good, of course,” Penelope sighed, and she stretched her arms high over head while I thoroughly enjoyed the view. “Why do you ask, master?”
“I was hoping you could make cordage,” I told the women. “If you’re up for it, it’d be a good idea to get just a few more things accomplished today.”
“Of course, my lord,” Aleia responded with a smile and a bow of her head. “I love to make cordage, and there are some extra ferns over by the apple tree.”
“It’s relaxing work,” Nicola agreed. “And I have extra energy from the stream, too. I’m happy to do it.”
“Thank you,” I said to the priestesses. “I owe you one.”
“You owe us?” Penelope laughed. “We owe you our lives, my lord.”
“I don’t know about that,” I responded. “I’m just trying to help.”
“Don’t be humble, master,” the naiad said with a soft, obliging smile. “You have many powers.
“Uh, thanks,” I chuckled. “I’m glad you appreciate me. I certainly appreciate all you three have to offer, as well.”
The three women sat around for a little while in silence and twisted the fern fibers together, but I could tell they were all getting sleepier as the night grew darker. Nicola lasted the longest, but Aleia ended up slumping forward with her elbows on her knees as she worked, and the naiad laid out on her tummy with her ankles crossed up in the air.
“So, how are we going to keep the fire for the smoker going for the next few hours?” Aleia yawned. “We should have a plan in place.”
“We can take turns, but I can take the first shift,” the brunette offered. “I don’t mind staying awake so you can all rest.”
“That’s sweet of you, Nicola,” the fairy said with a sleepy smile. “I would be happy to watch the fire, too, but I accept your offer. I’ll watch the fire after you’re done, if you promise to come wake me up.”
“I’m sooo tired,” Penelope moaned. “I can’t keep my eyes open.”
“Why don’t you two go back to the living quarters?” I suggested. “You’ve done amazing today, and I can hang out with Nicola up here for a little bit while she’s by herself.”
“Let’s go, Aleia,” the naiad yawned. “Hold me up, please. I can barely see straight. ”
The fairy smiled sweetly and put her arm around the pale blue woman’s shoulder, and the two priestesses left the garden together with slow and sleepy strides.
I stayed behind with Nicola, and the time alone gave me a moment to admire the dark-haired woman’s beauty in the firelight. Her skin was a golden tan, and her big, wide-set, deep brown eyes always looked a little bit sultry with such thick lashes around them. Her long, slim legs were one of the tall beauty’s best features, though, and she had them languidly stretched out and crossed at the ankle.
“Hey, baby,” I murmured.
“Baby?” Nicola giggled. “I’ve never been called that before.”
“Baby, sweetie, honey, beautiful… I can call you whatever you like,” I teased the dark-haired woman, and I could tell she was fighting against a smile.
“Jack, if you were a real man…” Nicola sighed, but then she instantly blushed and shook her head. “Never mind, it’s too silly.”
“Tell me,” I urged. “Now that you’re blushing, I have to know.”
“If you were a real man… I-I would say let’s run away and get married,” the dark-haired woman admitted all at once. “It sounds so odd, I know. You are a god, after all, but… ”
“What about Penelope and Aleia?” I asked. “Wouldn’t you miss your sisters?”
“I would,” Nicola assured me. “I love my sisters, it’s just that I like the idea of being married. I like the idea of being yours forever. Don’t tell anyone, though. It doesn’t sound very tough.”
“You don’t have to be tough all the time,” I countered. “But for the record, I would marry you.”
“But you can’t because you’re a god, right?” the brunette asked as she blushed even redder, and she kept her eyes focused on her work.
“I can do whatever I want,” I reminded her. I wasn’t entirely sure this was true, but it sounded pretty godlike to me. “I have to admit, though, I’m a little bit surprised. If you want to marry me, does that mean you don’t mind the idea of spending your life with me? Even though you can’t always see me, and are such a skeptic about gods in general?”
“Okay, I want to apologize,” the brunette blurted out, and she finally put her cordage aside before she glanced up toward the sky. “I’ve been wanting to apologize, actually. Jack, I know we joke about this, and… play around with it… but I’m not sure I’ve been devout enough. You’ve performed so many miracles for us, and I worry you don’t know how much I really do appreciate it.”
“What miracles?” I chuckled. “I’m just doing my job.”
“Jack, if you hadn’t seen the cougar coming, there’s a good chance it would have killed us,” the dark-haired woman replied in a solemn voice. “The way it jumped on the roof was terrible. I know I sensed it, but because of you, we were ready.”
“And you call that a miracle?” I asked.
“Well, it wouldn’t have happened before I knew you,” Nicola explained. “Of course it wouldn’t have. Penelope may be a naiad, and Aleia is a fairy, but I’m just a… person. I knew of these magical creatures, of course, but I didn’t really experience magic in my day-to-day life before I came here, and that’s not even to mention the stronger connection I’m feeling with animals. It’s like the longer you’re here, the more powerful everything gets. I feel like… you’ve blessed me, somehow. Like your presence brings something good out in me.”
She’d really hit the nail on the head.
“You don’t need to apologize for anything,” I told Nicola, and I suddenly had the urge to confess all my secrets to the gorgeous brunette.
I wanted to tell her that I had no idea what I was doing, that even though I was supposedly one of the “old gods” I was brand new to this, and that while I liked this world, part of me just wanted to pick her up and take her back to my old apartment.
“You’re so kind to me, Jack,” Nicola sighed. “I really feel like we’re best friends sometimes. I know you’ve said it before, but I don’t know how this works with a god. I don’t know how any of this works, but I suppose I need to open myself up to all possibilities. As scary as that sounds.”
“You don’t have to be scared,” I murmured. “I’ll be here for you no matter what happens. I promise.”
Nicola’s golden cheeks blushed a beautiful red as she smiled at the words, and her eyes glittered while she glanced around. Even though she was looking at a deserted garden, I knew that smile was for me, and seeing how happy the idea made her honestly melted my heart.
Then the brunette cleared her throat and tried to force
a more serious expression, and she crawled over to the fire so she could mix the low-burning coals around.
“How’s the fire looking, Jack?” Nicola asked.
“You might need to add some more chunks of green wood,” I chuckled lightly. “But you don’t really want to have a flame at all. It’s the smoke of the green wood smoldering that will help the process along the most.”
Nicola rotated the meat around with a stick and stuck a few more small pieces of wood through the grate, and then she sat back for a moment and gazed at the fire. She looked a lot more relaxed than usual, and even a little dreamy, but then she stretched and let out a big yawn.
“No going to sleep yet,” I warned her. “I don’t think it’s time to wake up Aleia.”
“Can’t you wake me up in an hour?” the dark-haired priestess asked. “Pleaseee, Jack?”
“Well, there might be one way I’d let you go to sleep…” I trailed off.
“Yes, master?” Nicola said in what had to be a put-on naive tone.
“I was wondering if you might like a little dream visit,” I suggested, though I suspected the brunette wasn’t nearly as innocent as she was making herself out to be.
“Well, I suppose that might be alright,” the dark-haired priestess said with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “You might be able to convince me.”
“I’ll make it worth your while,” I promised.
Nicola laid back on the ground, and I watched as her dark lashes fluttered shut. The priestesses were so rugged they could sleep in all kinds of environments, and even though I wished I could put a blanket over the beautiful woman, I admired her adaptiveness.
It only took a moment for me to enter her dream, and it took what seemed like just moments after that for me to make Nicola cum for the first time. The brunette seemed to deeply crave punishment, and I was more than happy to deliver. The harder I spanked the chestnut-haired beauty while my cock was deep in her, the harder her orgasms became, and we both got off over and over again. I pounded into her as she panted “master” over and over again, and she got so sticky with my cum all over her face, body, and pussy, that I thought it was a good thing it was only a dream.
