by Eric Vall
“Well, that’s a relief.” The old gnome wiped his brow. “But in any case, we need protection. Official protection. And we’ve been trying to come up with the right time to ask you about this.”
“Are you asking for our help?” Nicola cocked her head to the side. “I need to talk to my sisters and Jack about it, but we’ve been trying to come up with ways to reciprocate for all the assistance you’ve already given us. You gave me this invaluable sword, after all, so I think we’d be more than happy to assist you. Jack, what do you think?”
“I think you should absolutely help the gnomes more,” I told the brunette as Wilfrim waited with a nervous look in his eyes. “I don’t mean to be callous, but maybe see if you can get anything out of it. The sword is nice, but it isn’t equivalent to being their personal bodyguards.”
“We’d love to help you…” the dark-haired woman trailed off.
“But?” Balabar questioned.
“But we’re going to need some help, too,” Nicola replied, and the brunette pursed her lips. “We have a really big job coming up. We’re going to build a protective wall around our convent, and we could really use help. How are you at constructing things?”
“Well, at one time we used to have hand-built houses,” Wilfrim explained. “They were made entirely of logs fit together, and they were beautiful homes, to be honest. But that was many years ago, and we don’t need to talk about that. But yes, we are good at building.”
“Wonderful!” Nicola held out a hand to the small man. “Is it a deal, then? We protect you as needed, and you help us build a wall around our convent?”
“Yes, it’s a deal,” the old gnome replied, and the two firmly shook hands.
Chapter 8
“So, that was an ordeal,” I commented as the women headed out toward the road. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be down there to protect you from those goblins.”
“Eh.” Nicola shrugged. “They were a nuisance, but we were able to handle them easily. I’m more worried the gnomes are a target because their camp is closer to the road, and they already have history with the goblins.”
“You may be right,” I replied. “In any case, you were amazing. You jumped right into action, like usual. You’re all such strong fighters.”
“Thank you, my lord,” Penelope said with a proud smile, but then she shuddered. “I never want to see those disgusting things again, and I wanted to get them out of there as soon as possible”
“Well, you were incredible,” I told the priestesses. “All of you were. I can’t wait to see how much more skilled you all become with our weapons. At this rate, you’ll be giving Balabar a run for his money soon. I was also interested in what they were saying about me, though. The miracles?”
“Don’t you know what they were talking about, master?” the naiad asked with wide eyes. “We have all heard that you performed those miracles.”
“I… It’s been a while,” I replied. “Like I said, time moves differently for me than it does for you. It sounds like there are a lot of rumors out there.”
“People love to talk,” Nicola sighed as she tried to adjust the pot she was carrying under her arm. “I had only heard a little bit about you before Penelope brought me on our pilgrimage, though.”
“And what did you hear?” I asked.
“I don’t know, things like miracles, I suppose,” the brunette responded. “I hate to say this, but I honestly didn’t pay much attention. It sounded so far-fetched and well… you know me, Jack. I hope you understand.”
“Of course, I understand,” I quickly assured her. “I’m just glad you’re here now.”
“Me too,” the dark-haired woman said with a smile.
“So, Nicolaaa…” Aleia drawled.
“Yes, sister?” The brunette grinned and rolled her eyes as she put her arm around the strawberry-blonde priestess.
“You got that sword, right?” the fairy asked.
“Yes…” Nicola said as her nose crinkled. “Aleia, what are you getting at?”
“Well, every great sword has a name, right?” Aleia replied with a smirk. “And I think I have the perfect one… “
“Get to the point, sister,” Nicola laughed.
“I think you should call it… Jack’s Cock.” The strawberry-blonde bent over at the waist and started to laugh hysterically.
“Oh, my goodness, sister,” Penelope gasped, but then the blue woman began to crack up, too. “That would be the perfect name to commemorate our lord, wouldn’t it?”
“It’s so long and powerful,” Aleia slurred. “And so beautiful to look at, you just want to grab it, don’t you?”
“As a reminder, I’m listening to this,” I laughed. “Aleia, that’s very kind of you to say, but I’m not sure a name like that is--”
“No, it’s settled,” Nicola said with a twinkle in her eyes. “Jack’s Cock it is. And every time I slash someone with this sword, I’m going to say, ‘Now you will feel the fury of Jack’s Cock upon you.’”
“Holy shit, Nicola,” I snorted, and it was all I could do to not start dying of laughter myself. “The fury of my cock, huh? Well, it has a certain powerful ring to it, at least.”
“That’s what I was going for.” The dark-haired beauty nodded stoically.
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to take you seriously in battle if you're screaming about my cock, though,” I pointed out.
“Yes, I suppose I wouldn’t be able to, either,” Nicola laughed. “What do you think, Jack? Does a sword really need a name?”
“Maybe…” I pondered. “It would have to be something amazing. How about… Priestess’ Revenge?”
“Jack’s Revenge!” Penelope gasped. “Oh, wait. That’s not very benevolent, is it?”
“Priestess’ Fury?” I suggested.
“Jack’s Glory,” the naiad said with a decisive nod.
“How about Douche?” Aleia tried, and all of us broke out in gasping laughter.
“No, none of those are even close to amazing enough,” Nicola croaked while she dabbed the tears from her eyes. “Either way, I’m just so happy I have a sword now. The gnomes are so kind. And how hard could it be to protect them? We’ve already fought by their side, so we know they can hold their own.”
“I think the goblins really shook them up,” I answered. “Yeah, they’ve fought them in the past, but those guys didn’t seem thrown by it at all. I thought it was pretty bold of the goblins to ask if they could stay at the gnomes’ camp again.”
“Yes, it was,” the dark-haired woman sighed as she turned down the path toward the convent. “Come, sisters, you both need to get some rest.”
Penelope and Aleia stumbled along behind Nicola as she led them directly to the living quarters. I kept my eye on Aleia mostly, and the little fairy hiccuped and giggled so much, I could see her perky breasts jiggling nonstop beneath her sheer robe. I’d been wanting to pay her a dream visit for days now, but as impatient as I was for some alone time, I wanted it to be special for Aleia.
After all, she’d had a pretty sudden christening, so to speak.
“Aleia, how are you feeling?” I asked in the fairy’s head.
“I-I’m okay…” the strawberry-blonde hiccuped, and then she started to giggle again. “Why do you ask, master?”
“I’d been hoping to come visit you tonight,” I told Aleia. “I miss you, but I’m not sure this is a good time for us to really focus on each other.”
“Ohhh…” the fairy trailed off as she looked shyly at the ground, and she walked behind the other two priestesses by a few more paces. “I-I don’t know, Jack. O-Of course, I’d like to spend some alone time with you, I really, realllllllly do, but I’m not feeling my best… And you’re right. I want to remember every moment I get to spend in your holy presence. I want you to see the best of me. Is that silly?”
Aleia hiccuped loudly again, and I had to chuckle at how cute she sounded.
“It isn’t silly at all,” I assured her. “Just promise we’ll be toge
ther soon, alright? I miss you too much to stop thinking about it.”
“Really?” Aleia whispered, and I could see her blushing even in the dark. “Will you come see me tomorrow? Please, Jack?”
“I’ll be there,” I promised. “I love you, Aleia.”
“Me too, master,” the fairy said in a tiny voice, and then she hurried to catch up to her sisters.
I watched a huge, dimpled smile spread on her face while she bounced down the hill, and the fairy’s eyes shone bright while her freckles glowed a brilliant pink. Aleia looked so beautiful when she was this excited that I could hardly wait to have her all to myself, and right before she entered the living quarters, she flashed an eager glance toward the sky like she was looking right at me.
It really had been a long day, so I wasn’t surprised when the women quickly fell asleep in their beds, but I suspected this had something to do with all that gnomish tea they drank down.
This was fine by me, though, because I needed to decide who I was going to visit instead of Aleia, and I also had some practical business to think through first.
What kind of tool should I ask for this evening? I wanted the women to start working on the wall sooner rather than later, and I thought a chisel to shape the stone was an obvious choice. I envisioned the steel tool in my head for a moment before turning my god vision to the surrounding lands, and then I surveyed the area one last time to be sure my women would be safe for the time being.
Once I was certain the evening would be a quiet one, I was able to shift back to more interesting matters.
Since Aleia wasn’t quite ready for a visit, and I’d just gone to see Nicola the night before, I would get to spend time with my pregnant Penelope tonight. I’d thought my time with the naiad that evening was going to be fairly gentle, but I was surprised when she still wanted to be dominated. As I’d predicted regarding her hormones, the beautiful cerulean priestess was hornier than ever and begged for me to fill her up over and over again. She clearly couldn’t get enough of my cock, and when she wanted me to choke her again, I couldn’t resist.
Our sex got softer and softer as the hours went on, though, until we were simply staring into each other’s eyes as I made her cum over and over again. Then, after countless orgasms, I held Penelope for a few minutes and let her snuggle up to my chest. The naiad wrapped her arms around me and seemed on the verge of drifting off to sleep, and it was one of the most beautiful, gentlest moments I’d had since arriving in my god form.
Despite the kinky sex we liked to have from time to time, I had a very romantic relationship with the blue woman, but I also wanted to make sure I had something similar with Nicola and Aleia. I was really glad I’d visited the human the night before, and I would hopefully be seeing the fairy tomorrow. I would have to make extra certain the other two women didn’t feel left out as the blue woman’s pregnancy progressed.
As the sun came up, I looked down at the gleaming white altar and saw the large steel chisel resting on it. I took a moment to admire the beauty of my surroundings, and I wished I could actually breathe in the cool morning air.
“Good morning, Jack,” Aleia moaned from her bed as she lazily stretched her arms over her head.
Both Nicola and Penelope were still sleeping, so I was glad to have a few minutes alone with the fairy.
“Good morning, Aleia,” I responded. “How are you feeling today?”
“I feel great,” the fairy yawned. “I miss you, though. Talking to you last night was so nice. Do you know we’ve never had any time alone together? Like really alone?”
“Do you want to go back to sleep again already?” I teased the fairy.
“No!” she replied as her cheeks immediately grew pink. “I-I can’t right now, my lord. What if I started… making noises in my sleep like Penelope?”
“It would be cute,” I murmured.
“No, it wouldn’t,” the strawberry-blonde giggled. “It would be sooo embarrassing.”
“You’re a private person,” I observed. “I understand that.”
“Do you?” Aleia asked with a shy smile. “I know I did some things with you and my sisters the other night, but I’m still so confused, Jack, and all I’ve had is time to think. And think, and think… I worry a lot, even if I don’t talk about it.”
This priestess really needed a visit from me.
“Aleia, you can always talk to me about these things,” I said. “I’m always right here for you, and I’m your… I’m your god.”
I’d almost said, “I’m your husband,” so I supposed I had marriage on the brain from my talk with Nicola.
Who was I anymore?
In my old life, I’d never felt like I wanted to get married, but suddenly, I wanted to wed all three of these beautiful women just so I could keep them even closer to me.
“I know, my lord,” the fairy responded, but her lips were turned down in a slight frown. “I just really would like to be alone with you, Jack. Please give me that gift.”
“I already promised you I would, Aleia,” I told the strawberry-blonde. “I meant it. If time with me is what you really need, then I’ll gladly give it to you. You know I always want to keep you smiling, don’t you?”
“I know, master.” Aleia’s face brightened a little. “It makes me happy that you said that. Oh, good morning, Penelope! You’re up early.”
“It’s bright in here,” the naiad groaned as she put her hands over her face.
“Speaking of which, I guess it’s a good thing you don’t have a hangover from the gnome tea, Aleia,” I snickered. “Do you remember what you said about Nicola’s sword?”
“Oh, no!” the fairy gasped and covered her mouth. “I can’t believe--”
“It was adorable,” I assured her. “I loved hearing you say it.”
“I’m certainly not going to repeat it,” Penelope giggled as she pushed herself up onto her elbows, “but I did find it hilarious, sister.”
“I’m never drinking anything ever again,” the fairy sighed. “Speaking of being embarrassed, Jack.”
“Stop it, Aleia.” Penelope waved her hand. “You know how close we all are. There is no embarrassment in this coven, only some very silly things that I personally love.”
“Thanks, sister,” the strawberry-blonde laughed, and I was glad to see her cheered up by the naiad. “What are we going to do today, Jack?”
“Once Nicola gets up, I want to survey the convent grounds and get an idea of where to build the wall,” I explained. “Maybe you could mark the ground with the shovel.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” Aleia said in a practical tone. “Do you think we need to build it all the way around the garden?”
“Much bigger than that,” I laughed. “I want the wall to go all the way around the ruins, remember? Almost from the road down to the path to the stream.
“Wow,” Penelope breathed.
“How tall do you think it needs to be?” the fairy asked with her perfect red lips pursed.
“Let’s say… eight feet?” I speculated.
“Okay, I’m up,” Nicola yawned and rubbed her eyes as she laid back on her blanket. “Your talking woke me, so thank you, all of you.”
“Don’t talk to Jack that way,” Penelope gasped. “That’s very impolite, Nicola.”
“Penelope, I really don’t mind,” I assured her.
“Well, I want to make sure you get the respect you deserve, my lord,” the naiad primly replied.
“Let me worry about Nicola paying me some respect,” I murmured, and I watched the brunette slowly blush a deep red. “I have it all under control.”
“Yes, master,” Penelope said with a bow of her head. “I trust your influence completely. If anyone can demand utter devotion, it is you.”
“He definitely can,” Nicola mumbled.
“What was that?” Aleia giggled.
“I said… you know what we should do? Store the smoked cougar meat,” the brunette announced. “That’s one thing, but we also shoul
d eat some of those fruits and vegetables the gnomes brought. Doesn’t that sound delicious?”
“Yes, sister!” Penelope agreed as she clapped her hands. “That’s a wonderful idea. Let’s all get up right now.”
The three priestesses all got out of bed, and Penelope’s cheeks were a rosy purple while her pale blue skin was glowing brighter than ever. I knew it was a combination of the pregnancy and the stat increase from my dream visit, and it was fucking sexy that I’d made my woman feel so good.
I decided to check my interface to take a look at the naiad’s stats.
Strength: 3
Endurance: 4
Intelligence: 4
Perception: 3
Agility: 3
Yep, there was that single-point increase again, and I’d have to make good use of the naiad’s extra energy today.
I focused my attention back on what was in front of me, and Nicola and Aleia didn’t look bad, either. I wasn’t sure how they all managed to stay so fresh-faced in the morning, but I wasn’t complaining. The human’s long legs and high, firm breasts contrasted with the fairy’s small, curvy figure, and I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have all these incredibly gorgeous women in my life.
The priestesses walked up to the garden, sat down on rocks, and began to eat. Their reddish-blonde, golden, and dark hair whipped around their movie starlet faces, and I thought there was something incredibly sexy about a woman’s long hair blowing in the wind. This was on top of the fact that they all had their shapely legs crossed, and I could almost see the entirety of what was under their robes as their skirts ran up their thighs.
We had a lot to talk about, though, so I tried to keep my mind off their bodies and stay on-topic.
“I’m excited to explore the ruins today!” Penelope chirped as she bit into a slice of green melon. When the juice dripped down over her breasts, it was impossible not to follow the trail, and I had to take a huge, virtual deep breath. “It sounds so mysterious.”
“What do you think we’re going to find, Penelope?” Nicola laughed. “Hidden treasure?”
“Maybe,” the naiad giggled. “It could be a chest of gems like the ones you said the gnomes have, Nicola. My lord, when are you going to start turning rocks into precious stones for us?”
