by Eric Vall
Strength: 2
Endurance: 4
Intelligence: 3
Perception: 2
Agility: 2
Special Ability: Water Seeking/Fishing: Develops into Water Magic: Level 7
Yep, it was another Endurance increase. While Penelope had certainly worked hard, she’d done a lot less manual labor than the other two priestesses, and I wondered if she’d continue to get Endurance boosts throughout her pregnancy.
Then I immediately switched to my mental interface to check my new upgrade, and when I zoomed out to the extent of my map, I saw there were new spots of light in front of the landscape. Three bright red circles appeared at the convent, and I assumed those represented the priestesses, but there were circles walking back to the gnome camp as well. Most of them were a bluish-green color, but one was bright orange, which I figured would represent the most devout gnome since orange was closest to red.
As strange as it sounded, I couldn’t help wondering if the orange dot was Balabar, but then I noticed there was also new writing at the bottom of the screen.
Devout Followers: 3
Those were obviously the priestesses, but I would need to keep an eye on this number the next time we were around the gnomes to see if it changed. Maybe the information in my interface was affected by proximity.
“Jack?” Penelope asked. “Are you there?”
“I’m around,” I assured the naiad. “What’s going on?”
“We were just thinking about dinner,” Aleia chimed in. “We were talking about going to the stream so Penelope could catch a trout.”
“On the other hand, I’m very tired,” the naiad yawned. “We could always eat more of the fruit the gnomes brought us.”
“You don’t want to go to the stream?” Nicola asked in a mock-shocked voice. “I can’t believe what I’m hearing!”
“Stop it, sister,” the blue woman giggled. “I had a lot of energy all day today. I haven’t had to rest at all, but now I’m a little bit tired.”
“You have been energetic,” the brunette laughed in response. “I’ll cut up a melon for dinner if you want me to.”
“You have a right to be tired, Penelope,” Aleia said to the blue priestess as she stretched her arms over her head. “I am, too. And soooore.”
“My back does hurt a bit,” the dark-haired woman admitted. “I was looking forward to going to the stream myself, though I can definitely wait until morning. That is, unless you change your mind, Penelope.”
“Fine, I’ll go,” the naiad laughed. “You know it’s easy to talk me into going to the stream. I think the baby would like it, anyway.”
The three women walked off toward the water, and as usual, I looked at anything but them.
I studied the work the women had done today, and a distinct swell of pride emanated through me. The wall really was impressive in size, and it appeared strong and well-made. I would have to come up with an even better defense system, but for now, the women were much more secure than they’d been before.
A melody of giggles drifted up from the stream, and I was more tempted than usual to listen to what the women had to say about me, even though I thought it would probably turn me on with no way to do anything about it. I was getting laid more than I ever had before, but the wait for each night to come was still torture, so I tried to distract myself some more.
Because of the placement of the new wall, the women were going to need to move their fire to a more open space. I wished I could be down there to help them around the camp, even if it was only to do something simple like help them with the fire or find some food, and I hoped I’d get to do that again soon.
The three priestesses were impressing me with their resilience, though, and when they returned quickly, Penelope had a huge trout in her hands. Aleia messed with the coals as the naiad gutted the fish, and the women’s dinner was soon cooking.
Nicola sat down and leaned back on her arms so far that her damp, dark hair hung down onto the grass. The brunette smiled and closed her eyes, and it was good to see her looking peaceful for once.
“It’s strange to be inside a wall,” Penelope said as she gazed at the stones a few feet away. “I want to move our fire to the kitchen so we have lots of room to spread out.”
“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking, too,” I told the naiad. “There’s such a big open space over there.”
“And it makes sense to cook in the kitchen,” Aleia yawned as she stabbed at the fish. “I think this is done, if someone wants to get Jack’s tongs.”
The priestesses quickly ate and went to bed, and I was starting to get even more excited about my dream visit. I wanted to visit Penelope because I missed the naiad’s soft blue skin, and as usual, I wanted to hear her talk about our baby.
I had to wish for a tool first, though, and the obvious choice was a flashlight to explore the cellar. I pictured a rock-solid Maglite the women could also use for defense, and it occurred to me the crowbar was another tool that doubled nicely as a weapon. I would need to think about more tools that fell into both the weapon and DIY categories.
I got to be with Penelope in her dreams until the early morning hours, but it was never long enough. The naiad begged for my seed in her womb over and over again, and I was happy to comply. The innocent blue woman seemed to get kinkier and kinkier every time we fucked, and she really, really got off on praying to me during the process.
Repeatedly.
Her desperately panted prayers only made me hornier, and as many times as I got off, I always wanted more.
I let the naiad wrap herself in her blankets again and go back to sleep after our dream visit. All the women slept in until way past dawn because the new wall made it cooler and dimmer, and I was glad they got the rest they deserved.
“Good morning, Jack,” Nicola finally croaked as she rolled over onto her back and stretched. “What time is it? I can’t tell anymore with all this shade.”
“It’s pretty late,” I chuckled. “But Aleia and Penelope are still asleep. It should be a fun, relaxing day.”
“What do you want us to do?” the brunette yawned as she stared up at the ceiling with sleepy eyes.
“Do you want to try to open that trap door?” I asked.
“Um, yes!” the dark-haired woman gasped as she bolted upright. “That actually sounds fun.”
“What, you don’t like masonry?” I teased Nicola.
“I don’t know.” The brunette shrugged. “I suppose we didn’t do too badly…”
“The wall looks beautiful, and it was completed under your direction,” I complimented Nicola. “You’re great at being in charge of stuff.”
“Do you think so, Jack?” the brunette asked as a rosy flush ran up her tan neck and cheeks. “That’s kind of you to say, but I’m sure they would have managed without me telling them what to do.”
“Definitely not as well, though,” I assured Nicola. “Every project needs a diligent leader to oversee production, and you did a great job.”
“Yes, she truly did,” Penelope agreed as she rolled over and looked at the other priestess.
“I didn’t know you were awake, Penelope,” the brunette said to the naiad. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, sister!” the blue woman chirped. “And good morning, Jack. I heard what our lord was saying about the wall, and I completely agree. I didn’t do any of the real work.”
“You did plenty,” Nicola assured Penelope. “You worked with the kilns and made the mortar, and the rest couldn’t have been done without it.”
“Well, you’re a wonderful leader,” the blue woman said with a smile. Then she pushed herself up off her favorite silk blanket, and I was pleased to see her glowing skin and hair had returned. The naiad’s cheeks were a healthy lavender, and the strands of her blonde hair glimmered even in the dim light.
I supposed a night of dream sex with a god could do that to a priestess.
“Should we wake Aleia?” Nicola asked. “It must be pretty late.”
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nbsp; “Let her sleep,” Penelope urged the brunette. “She did so much flying and rock carrying.”
“You should go check your trap while she sleeps,” I suggested. “Maybe you caught breakfast.”
“That’s a good idea,” the dark-haired woman responded. “Penelope, do you want to come with me?”
“Sure!” The naiad grinned. “I’d like a hike in the woods.”
Nicola and Penelope walked east toward the forest, and I admired the two women’s shapely bodies in the bright sunlight. Their golden and blue skin contrasted nicely off one another, and both of them were so fucking sexy I could barely stand it.
“It’s really nice out,” Nicola commented as the two women reached the edge of the forest. “I wish it would stay cool like this all day.”
“I know, it does get hot,” the naiad sighed. “But at least we won’t be working so hard! Jack, I really hope your bar works to open the trap door.”
“Me, too,” I responded. “I wonder what you’re going to find down there.”
“Maybe some wine,” Nicola speculated. “I wonder if we could still drink it.”
“Eww,” Penelope said as she scrunched up her nose. “I’m not drinking wine from some old hole in the ground.”
“Wine gets better as it ages,” the brunette reminded her.
“I think Penelope might be right,” I laughed. “No drinking anything without knowing exactly where it came from.”
Once they reached the first clearing, the priestesses headed north a hundred yards until they got to the rabbit burrow.
“Yes!” Nicola cheered when she caught a glimpse of the noose, which had ensnared a large rabbit. “And it’s another big one this time.”
“It really is.” Penelope gazed at the animal, and she licked her lips as her eyes flashed with hunger. “And I can already imagine what it’s going to taste like cooked over the fire. Yum.”
“It’s another large skin the gnomes can hopefully preserve, too,” Nicola added as she removed the rabbit’s limp body from the trap.
“We’ll be doing really well this winter!” the naiad chirped.
“Where were you last winter?” I asked the two women.
“I was still at the orphanage,” Penelope replied with a slightly sad look on her face. “It wasn’t the best life, but I did have friends there, you know.”
“And I was still in my village,” Nicola said. “I had friends there, too.”
“You two never mentioned friends before,” I commented. “I feel like there’s so much I still don’t know about you. Tell me what your lives were like right before you left.”
“Well…” the brunette began, “it was snowing a lot, as it always did back in Archborough Village, and everything was white and quiet. We’d even had an ice storm, so the trees were shining like a magic spell had just been cast. I used to love when that happened in the village.”
“It sounds beautiful,” I agreed, and Nicola smiled lightly.
“Before I left, I had to say goodbye to the people I was going to leave behind,” she continued. “I hope this doesn’t sound strange, but since my home was so terrible, I used to go into the center of town and spend time at the tavern. The owners were an old couple who were incredibly kind, and they had a daughter who was around my age. Unfortunately, I don’t think I can ever go back. If my stepmother ever saw me again…”
“That’s so sad, Nicola,” Penelope said as her eyes misted over.
“It’s not so bad,” the dark-haired beauty murmured with a shrug. “What was your last winter in the city like?”
“Well, you’ve heard a lot about the orphanage,” the naiad sighed. “Jack, I don’t know if I’ve ever told you, but my home was in Grigage City, and unlike Nicola, I do want to go back there someday because it’s an exciting place. It’s not that pretty in the winter, though, as the snow turns so dirty and gray. I could always return to the orphanage to say hello. I wouldn’t want to see the horrible nuns, but I had a big group of friends all the time. No one else I knew was interested in my pilgrimage, though.”
“I can’t believe you just picked up and completely left your old lives,” I marveled. “That must have been so hard.”
“It was all for you, Jack,” the blue woman said as she looked at the sky with an enraptured expression. “It was you who led us here, and I’m so very glad. I don’t know if I’ll ever forget living in the city, but being with you is so much better.”
“Well, should we go back?” Nicola asked as she finished setting up the snare again and picked up her kill. “It’s lovely out here in the woods, but I’m hungry.”
“Oh, there’s just one thing I have to do when we get back to the convent,” Penelope responded with pursed lips. “I need to water my garden before it gets too hot out.”
“I can start cooking if you want to take care of the seeds,” Nicola said with a smile.
“That sounds good, sister.” Penelope reached out, grabbed the brunette’s hand, and began to swing it back and forth. “Do we have to dig the new fire pit in the kitchen yet? I’m tired, and I can’t wait to eat!”
“Yes, I can’t believe I want to dig more, but I want to get it done,” the dark-haired woman laughed. “I’m sure we still have enough wood left.”
“I’m excited to look at my seeds,” the naiad said as she bounced on the tips of her toes. “I know there’s not going to be anything to see, but I really love the way gardens smell.”
“Should we wake up Aleia now?” Nicola asked. “I can’t believe she’s still asleep. She’s not pregnant, too, is she?”
The dark-haired woman smiled at Penelope.
“I don’t think so,” the naiad mused, but then she paused. “Wait, she isn’t, is she, Jack?”
“I was only teasing you, Penelope,” Nicola assured her. “Aleia always works harder than anyone, so I’m sure she’s just really tired--”
“I would be more than happy if she was pregnant,” the blue woman said with misty eyes. “Our babies could be born together…”
“Penelope, it’s okay to want to be a little bit special for being pregnant right now,” the brunette laughed as she put her arm around the naiad. “I’m sure we’ll all get our turn.”
Nicola didn’t usually talk about babies, and the thought of getting the brunette pregnant was definitely intriguing.
“Aleia is not pregnant,” I confirmed. At least, I assumed I would have received a notification on my interface if there was another new life at the convent. “But every baby is welcome, of course.”
“It will be wonderful when all our children can grow up as a family,” Penelope responded.
“Aw, that’s true,” Nicola said with a surprisingly wistful expression. “Well, here we are at the garden-- wait, what is that on the altar?”
“This is another cool tool,” I told the women. “Go ahead, pick it up. It’s called a flashlight.”
Nicola walked over, took the huge black police flashlight off the white stone slab, and weighed it in her hands.
“Wow, this seems like it could hurt someone if we hit them in the head,” the brunette said as she examined the Maglite.
“A lot of our tools could,” Penelope giggled.
“Does it do anything else?” Nicola asked as she handed the flashlight to Penelopet.
“Of course,” I laughed. “Twist the top of it. But don’t look directly at the shiny part.”
The naiad turned the top of the flashlight, and she gasped when a large beam of light emerged from the LED bulb.
“Wow,” the blue woman breathed. “This might be even better than the torch.”
“It makes light?” Nicola asked as she held out her hand. “Can I hold it again? This will be so helpful, Jack.”
“It won’t last forever,” I warned the women. “It uses something called batteries, and they run out eventually.”
I wondered if I could ask for more batteries, or if that would be just too easy. Could I ask for the same tool again? I didn’t know, but I made
a mental note to try this out sometime if I wasn’t in immediate need of something useful.
“This is amazing,” Nicola marveled. “I can’t wait to see it in the dark.”
The brunette swung the light around, and she accidentally shone it directly in Penelope’s eyes.
“Hey!” the naiad protested as she blocked her face with a hand. “That burned a little.”
“I warned you not to look at it,” I laughed. “It’s okay, it won’t hurt your eyes like the sun will, but you’ll see spots for a while.”
“Well, I’m going to look at my garden now, spots and all,” Penelope announced, and she walked over to the patch of freshly tilled soil she and Elowise had surrounded with a border of limestone. When the naiad looked down at the garden, she was visibly startled. “Oh, my goodness! Nicola, will you come over here? You need to see this!”
“What is it, sister?” the brunette asked as she put down the flashlight and rushed over to the blue woman’s side. “Is everything alright?”
“Better than alright!” Penelope squealed. “Look at the plants!”
“Holy shit…” I gasped when I saw the garden now had several rows of plants that were at least six inches tall. “How did it grow so fast?”
“Master, this is truly a miracle,” the blue-skinned woman gushed. “Thank you!”
“I don’t think I did this,” I confessed. “I’m pretty sure I would have known this was going to happen if I was responsible.”
“You watered it from the stream,” Nicola gasped with huge eyes. “Penelope… I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I think the water you blessed might have made the plants grow. I can’t think of any other explanation.”
“Really?” Penelope breathed, and her eyes shone with a mixture of wonder and pride. “That could be it. I knew the water was powerful, but I didn’t know it could do this.”
“I don’t think any of us did,” Nicola said as she stared at the new sprouts. “I’m actually shocked.”
“What if this means you could plant whatever you want regardless of season?” I wondered aloud. “If it’s going to grow so quickly, it may not matter if it’s not the right time for planting.”
“How exciting!” the naiad chirped. “But if it’s true about the water, how have my powers gotten so strong? It must be with your holiest of blessings, my lord. It just has to be.”
