by Tamryn Tamer
“Oh,” Desdemona nodded and began pointing at houses around the village. “Two, three, five, eight, eleven, twelve, how many do we need to accommodate?”
“Twenty-eight,” Madam Gardenia answered.
“I count twenty-nine,” Lysandra said, smiling politely at the fox-eared madam.
“I already have a place to sleep,” Madam Gardenia said, smiling impishly as she stroked Frost’s chest. “Herald Frost said that I was welcome to stay with him whenever I visited.”
“Is that true?” Lysandra said, her violet eyes filled to the brim with jealousy. “You promised she could sleep with you?”
“I may have said our bed was always available,” Frost said with a guilty grin. “And Brynn and Renna are both in Blackwater so we have the extra room.”
“You like her more than me, don’t you?” Lysandra said. “You always spend time with her in Blackwater and take her on dates.”
“I’ve had enough of this,” Fiora said. “I’m going to bed.”
“Um,” Sir Simon looked back at his men. “Is there an inn or…”
“I’m staying at the only inn with my mother and her guards. You all can sleep in the wagons, set up tents, room with the villagers, or head to Filan,” Fiora said, completely disinterested. “It’s none of my concern. Just don’t return to Blackwater until after Herald Law leaves.”
“When do you think that’ll be?” Ridley asked while raising his hand.
“How would I know?” Fiora said, wandering off.
“Any ideas?” Timothy said, both he and Ridley looking at Simon for answers.
“There are only a dozen of you,” Desdemona said, counting out the Monster Regulators. “The gorgon sisters have space for two, I have a lamia with room for three, the orcs can fit several but their snoring tends to make sleep difficult…”
“I think we may return to Filan,” Simon said, all the guards nodding in agreement at the decision. “Not that we don’t appreciate the offer.”
“If you change your mind, I’m sure we can find space,” Desdemona said, her large fanged smile clearly contributing to their decision to sleep elsewhere.
“Thank you for the offer,” Sir Simon said, nodding politely. “But we should probably remain near the Blackwater border so we can head on back when the herald leaves.”
“Alright,” Desdemona nodded.
“Nice to see you again Sir…Herald Frost,” Ridley bowed his head politely at Frost before climbing in his wagon.
“Likewise,” Frost said, nodding at the soldiers as they loaded up their wagons and turned to leave the village.
“What about the rest of us?” one of the courtesans asked.
“Are my children okay?” another chimed in.
“Oh!” Desdemona said. “That’s right! So, everybody is kind of scattered around. If you know somebody you can stay with, you can absolutely ask them. If you don’t know anybody in the village, we’ve placed a bunch of mattresses and blankets in the academy auditorium for the time being. Adding all of you might be a little cramped so if you have friends in the village, please check with them first.”
“Does Lyra have room?” a blushing elf asked excitedly.
“Why does everybody keep asking to stay with Lyra?” Desdemona asked confusedly. “They must realize that she’s manipulating them, right? I mean, everybody warns newcomers about her.”
“Apparently she’s really attractive for an elf,” Frost shrugged, somewhat confused by it himself.
“Really?” Desdemona said. “She kind of looks like all of the other elves to me.”
“Do you prefer Lyra to me?” Lysandra said apprehensively.
“What?” Frost laughed. “No, absolutely not. You know I think you’re the prettiest.”
“Really?” Lysandra asked, staring at him closely as if watching for a tell. “You think I’m prettier than Lyra even though she’s a quarter of my age with glossier skin and brighter hair and the points of her ears come to an almost razor-sharp tip?”
“That’s a thing?” Frost asked while staring at Lysandra’s ears as she quickly covered them.
“Don’t judge them!” Lysandra said with a scowl. “I know mine aren’t as pointy as other elves’ ears.”
“You know I think you’re the most beautiful elf in the village,” Frost said, carefully pulling her hands from her ears. He leaned in and gently kissed the tip of her left ear. “And your ears are definitely the sexiest.”
“Told you he had an old woman fetish,” an elf courtesan whispered to another.
“That must be why he wanted Madam Gardenia instead of Lilium,” one of the beast girl courtesans whispered.
“Girls,” Madam Gardenia said through clenched teeth. “Shouldn’t you be looking for places to stay.”
“Right,” one of the elves said worriedly before rushing off.
“I’m going to see if Lyra has room!” another said.
“Oh,” Desdemona interjected. “Elion and his daughter are staying there right now?”
“His?”
“His as in a male?”
“His?”
“Is it an elf male?”
Several of the courtesans glanced at each other as if they were observing enemies. The moment one of them moved four of them sprinted off toward Lyra’s.
Several beast girls rushed to the academy, eager to see their friends and children while a few others ran to various homes. Since several of the courtesans regularly visited the village, and a few even had dalliances, it wasn’t long before they were situated.
“Shouldn’t you be finding a place to sleep as well?” Lysandra said to Madam Gardenia.
“I have a place to sleep,” she said, smiling as she wrapped her arms around Frost’s bicep. “I intend to sleep with Herald Frost. I’m his mistress after all.”
“Well I’m carrying his baby,” Lysandra said competitively.
“I’ve heard,” Madam Gardenia said, smiling playfully. “And I’m perfectly fine if you want to join us.”
“You’d be joining us,” Lysandra said defensively. “If I allow it.”
“What’s gotten into you?” Frost asked as Lysandra glared at Madam Gardenia. “You’ve never objected to Desdemona, Brynn, or anybody else joining us in bed.”
“Herald Frost,” Desdemona smiled. “You probably don’t realize it because you’re away so often but Madam Gardenia makes Lysandra jealous.”
“I am not jealous,” Lysandra said defensively. “I am his wife and I’m going to be having his baby. I have no reason to be jealous of anybody!”
“She always picks red hairs out the bed after you return from Blackwater,” Desdemona said. “And swears a bunch about how you’re spending too much time with that fluffy…well…she had some not so nice words I don’t want to say.”
“What not so nice words might those be?” Madam Gardenia asked. “And here I was thinking we were friends!”
“I need him home more!” Lysandra snapped while yanking on his arm. “He goes away for so long and I’m burning up and I need him but he’s spending all of his time with you!”
“All of his time with me?” Madam Gardenia laughed while tugging his arm back. “I don’t know where you’re getting that idea but he stops in Blackwater for a day, maybe two! And half that time he’s fixated on some new employee or whichever girls get to him first! Last time he visited he spent the night with two new girls instead of me.”
“That was your idea,” Frost said defensively. “You were busy with work.”
“He always has one of your hairs on him!” Lysandra said. “And he always smells like you!”
“Well he’s always rushing away from me to get home to you,” Madam Gardenia said. “How do you think I feel when he doesn’t even spend the night because he wants to get back home to see you! So, of course I brush my tail against his clothing!”
“I knew it!” Lysandra said victoriously. “I knew you were doing it on purpose! There were so many hairs! You’re marking him as yours!”
/> “Only because he’s been spending less time in the brothel ever since he got you pregnant!” Madam Gardenia said defiantly.
“Is it normal for a married man to be spending time in a brothel while his wife is pregnant?” Desdemona said pensively.
“Yes,” Madam Gardenia answered.
“No,” Lysandra said simultaneously.
“Depends who you ask,” Frost chuckled while hugging the two women. “I suppose I have been stretched a little thin. But Lysandra, that’s not Haru’s fault. And Haru, you don’t get to be jealous of Lysandra. You’re the one that wanted to stay in Blackwater when you could easily move you here.”
“Blackwater is where the rel is,” she pouted.
“I know,” Frost chuckled while stroking her red fluffy tails. “But you are stuck here until Herald Law leaves Blackwater. So, we might as well make the most of it.”
“That’s what I’m suggesting,” Madam Gardenia said. “I want to stay with you and Lysandra.”
“Then you should ask nicely,” Lysandra said stubbornly. “It’s my room!”
“Is that what this is about?” Madam Gardenia laughed. “Lysandra, would you mind if I stayed with you and Frost while I’m in Pluma?”
“I don’t mind,” she said. “But you have to sleep on Desdemona’s side of the bed.”
“But what if I want to stay on your side?” Madam Gardenia asked seductively as she reached toward Lysandra and stroked the white-haired elf’s arm. “Would it be okay then? If you’re pregnant you must be absolutely ravenous after all. Constantly burning up. Waking up in the middle of the night soaked. Grinding on every pillow you can get your hands on.”
“Or thigh,” Desdemona suggested. Madam Gardenia smiled at the crimson-eyed demoness, causing her to blush.
“Or thigh,” Madam Gardenia said, grabbing Lysandra’s hand and guiding it to her thigh. “We should be friends after all. I helped with your wedding after all. And I’m very skilled.”
“I suppose,” Lysandra nodded while staring at Madam Gardenia’s legs. “We are friends.”
“We are,” she said, grinning mischievously at Frost. “Herald Frost, maybe you should head up to your room and warm Lysandra up. I want to make a quick stop at one of the bathhouses if you don’t mind. But I’ll be up right after.”
“I want a bath too,” Lysandra said, eyes narrowing. “She can’t be the only one that smells nice.”
“I probably should too,” Desdemona said timidly. “I didn’t want to say anything but last night I went and snacked on Elias again…”
“Don’t call your food by its name,” Frost said, shaking his head. “And you know the rule.”
“No kisses for twenty-four hours after I’ve eaten a person,” Desdemona said despondently while hanging her head. “I know.”
“You know what,” Frost said. “Let’s just make this a group thing. We can all...”
“Absolutely not!” the three women said simultaneously, their faces turning red at the suggestion.
“Okay,” Frost said, raising his hands. “I’ll just use the men’s bath and meet you in the bedroom.”
CHAPTER 21
After he finished his bath, Frost waited what seemed like an eternity as he laid in the bed naked, staring at the ceiling. He yawned as he stared at the large intricate web hanging from the raised ceiling as the light from the morning sun began to shine through the windows.
“Damn,” Frost said, getting out of bed to close the curtains.
He had stayed up the entire night and he was tired. The only thing keeping him awake was the thought of being intertwined with his beautiful fox-eared mistress and his sexy elf wife. Desdemona was also in his thoughts but recent developments made his pale-skinned demoness slightly less appealing than normal.
He heard the women climbing the stairs as he returned to bed and eagerly hopped back into bed.
The handle to the door twisted and Lysandra walked in, followed by Madam Gardenia and Desdemona, all three wrapped in towels they’d snagged from the bathhouse.
“What took you so long?” Frost asked, smiling at the three women.
“Tsk tsk,” Madam Gardenia smiled, her fluffy scarlet tails swayed back and forth as she wagged her finger at him. “It’s rude to ask ladies what took them so long.”
“We needed time to dry,” Desdemona said, pointing at her long crimson hair and Madam Gardenia’s tails.
“More importantly,” Lysandra said, her face turning pink as she walked seductively toward the bed. A floral scent arriving with her as she crawled onto the mattress. “Aren’t I worth waiting for?”
“You are so worth it,” Frost said, hooking his finger in the towel, freeing the loose knot and pulling it open. Her large gorgeous breasts hung in front of him, swaying gently as she pulled off the towel and kicked it onto the floor. “But it’s so hard to wait for you.”
“Is it really?” Lysandra teased as she hovered over him, making sure her soft breasts and hard nipples brushed against him as she crawled higher. Finally, as her large breasts rested against him she leaned down and kissed him, slipping her tongue deep into his mouth.
“Mmm,” Frost moaned as he wrapped his hands around Lysandra, sliding them down her back until he reached her sexy backside. He gripped her perfect ass in his hands, enjoying the sensation of her cheeks as he spread them apart.
“Husband!” Lysandra giggled as she held her hand behind her embarrassedly. “You’re showing everything to everybody!”
“Oh?” Frost smirked as he continued squeezing his elf wife’s gorgeous ass, sliding his finger against her sensitive asshole. “Desdemona’s seen everything up close. Are you concerned about Haru?”
“I don’t like the way you say her name,” Lysandra said, puffing out her bottom lip as she pouted. “You say it like you love her.”
“But don’t I say your name with the most love?” Frost grinned roguishly as he began kissing the white-haired elf’s neck, moving toward her ear. “I love you. And those sexy pointy ears.”
“In case you’ve forgotten,” Madam Gardenia smiled as she stood at the foot of the bed, staring at Lysandra. “I do run a brothel. I’ve seen plenty of…”
“That’s different,” Lysandra said. “I don’t want you to compare.”
“Oh,” Madam Gardenia laughed. “Is that all? Lysandra, I’ll let you in on a little secret about Herald Frost’s preferences…”
“Discretion!” Frost said, quickly pulling away from Lysandra’s ear to object. “Discretion!”
“Fine,” Madam Gardenia smirked as she slowly undid her towel, revealing her full crimson bush as she climbed into bed behind Lysandra, her two fluffy tails swaying back and forth hypnotically. The fox-eared woman carefully moved Lysandra’s hand and replaced it with her own, running it down Lysandra’s ass, past her pussy, all the way to her hairless mound. “But Lysandra is absolutely stunning, isn’t she? And knowing what I know about your tastes, I’m absolutely positive you find her hairless pink pussy perfect.”
“Perfect is an understatement,” Frost smirked as he returned to tracing his tongue along the outside edge of Lysandra’s ear.
“Husband,” Lysandra moaned as he reached the tip and playfully prodded it with his tongue. “You’re just saying that.”
“If you really think that we could always play a game,” Madam Gardenia bent over and leaned into Lysandra. “I’m sure we can find out for sure.”
“Find out?” Lysandra moaned as Frost gently squeezed the tip of her ear between his teeth. “What do you mean?”
“I think you know,” Madam Gardenia said seductively in Lysandra’s ear while rubbing her fingers against Lysandra’s pussy. “We could take turns.”
“I think I like that idea,” Frost said, his cock hardening at the thought of alternating between the beautiful women.
“Um,” Desdemona fidgeted near the edge of the bed. “Can I play too?”
“Of course,” Madam Gardenia said. The fox-eared madam leaned down to kiss one side o
f Frost’s chest as Lysandra kissed the other. Both of the beautiful women slowly moved upward until they reached his neck, burying their faces in it as they kissed and licked him from both sides. “You don’t mind, do you? Comparing all three of us?”
“I don’t know about comparing,” Frost said as his cock twitched with excitement. “You three are completely incomparable.”
“You always know just what to say, don’t you?” Madam Gardenia moaned, playfully brushing her tails against his legs as she nuzzled her face into his neck. Her large crimson ears flicked against him as she licked his neck.
“Even me?” Desdemona asked, standing beside the bed, watching the women bury their faces in Frost’s neck. “Am I incomparable?”
“Even you,” Frost smirked as he glanced at the timid demoness. She quickly untied her towel, revealing her pale breasts and flawless alabaster skin as it dropped to the floor, her body still glossy from the bath oils, and her hair sparkling like ruby threads. Her areolas were practically invisible but her adorable nipples were the lightest shade of pink. She smiled as she crawled in behind Lysandra, nudging the elf gently to make room.
“Who should go first?” Madam Gardenia asked, licking his ear as she ran her hands up and down his chest. “Desdemona? Lysandra? Or me?”
“Fuck,” Frost said, shaking his head as the three women bathed him with their tongues. Lysandra moved down to his chest as Desdemona took over the side of his neck, and Madam Gardenia had a monopoly on the other side. All three women’s breasts rested against him, their firm nipples pressing into his skin. His cock throbbed uncontrollably with excitement as he imagined burying his face in all three of their gorgeous cunts. “Who wants to…”
“No,” Lysandra said, biting his nipple playfully, giving him a quick jolt. “You pick. Whose flavor do you want so badly that you can’t wait?”
“Or would you prefer to save your favorite for last?” Madam Gardenia countered, grinning smugly at the elf. “So that it lingers on your tongue.”
“I love you Herald Frost,” Desdemona said sweetly in his ear, scraping her fangs against his lobe as if to tempt herself. “I’m just so happy that you want me.”
