by Reed James
He rolled away from her. Kulrigiizhai frowned. Her party leader hadn't tried to block that. He took the powerful blow, and its damage, with trying to block it. The earth elemental marched away from her, closing in to attack Marcus Aurelius...
I see, the elf thought. This strange feeling bubbled around inside of her as she understood.
“Marcus!” Maria gasped, her rapier plunging ineffectively at the elemental.
Éjyona's rifle boomed, peppering the back of the monster. No one's attacks did much. Dëshoma's healing energy splashed on Marcus moments before the next kick bounced him across the ground. He groaned in pain, armor dented.
The bubble around her vanished. She focused on the enemy and the words of magic spilled from her. She held her staff as he took the fourth blow, tumbling down the hill now, luring the elemental further from her.
Her staff trilled. Her spell burst from the songbird at the tip. Three shards of arcane energy knifed through the air and struck the elemental in the back. It shook. The joints between its stones quivered. Twist hissed in triumph.
“At least one of us is useful,” the dragonborn spat.
You have no idea how wrong that is, Kulrigiizhai thought as her party leader fought to rise.
The elemental thundered towards her, but it had ground to cover. Twist, Maria, and Éjyona chipped away at it. Dëshoma chanted a spell, but it wasn't one that the elf recognized. It was a new miracle, one that she must have discovered at Level 16.
Just as Kulrigiizhai finished casting her next spell, a burst of bright, white light exploded around the elemental. The divine energy blazed along it. An area of effect spell. Not the best for a single target, but clearly the best damage she had to offer.
The elemental lurched at her, changing directions. The Cleric retreated back, her new bible clung to her chest. Three purple shards knifed from Kulrigiizhai's staff. They slammed into the arms. Stones burst. They dropped off from the elemental.
The ground shook as he pounded at her. She would get off one more spell. She held her staff before her, chanting hard. Marcus threw himself in front of the monster, still battered and wounded. Dëshoma had chosen not to heal him.
A hard swipe with the elemental's arm threw him to the side. He hit the ground in a clatter of metal.
The shadow fell on Kulrigiizhai. Lightly armored, she would be badly hurt by the blow. Maybe even killed. Its fist raised up. She faced her enemy calmly, the words spilling from her lips. The moment she decided on her revenge, she had accepted her death as a certainty.
She wouldn't get to kill the bastard, but she would protect Marcus Aurelius and her party.
She completed the spell.
The fist fell at her.
Arcane energy exploded.
The fist slammed into the elf. Pain burst across her chest. Ribs cracked. She flew back, a ball of agony. She hit the ground, rolled. Blood filled her lungs. She coughed it up, lying dazed. She struggled to breathe.
The ground shook.
The earth elemental advanced on her. Her Hit Points had fallen to almost zero. She had to heal herself. She thrust her hand into her pouch to fish out a restorative potion. She pulled it out. The elemental's foot raised up.
Dëshoma chanted.
“Kulri!” snarled Marcus.
The foot slammed down at her faster than she could drink the potion. Kulrigiizhai saw death rushing up to her. She felt no regrets.
Faith sprang around her. The foot crashed into the barrier. She stared up the bottom of the stony foot, gasping of shock. Marcus Aurelius had saved her once again. She heard him roaring. He rushed down the hill and slammed his weapon into the earth elemental's back.
It was a small amount of damage. But it was enough. The force animating the sounds, binding them together, dissipated. Boulders crashed to the ground. They bounced off her shield and spilled around her.
Marcus Aurelius stared down at her, a look of wild concern on his face. “Kulri?”
She blinked. She felt no regrets at almost dying even though she hadn't killed Veazzuaxziag yet. Why?
“Thank you, Marcus Aurelius,” she said. “This elf is glad to have you.”
* * / *
The battle was over but a fury rippled through me. I looked away from Kulrigiizhai to gaze out at the darkening world. My eyes scanned for that bastard watching us. For his blue plume peeking over his helm.
“You like helping suffering spread, huh, bastard?” I roared. “I know you're watching us! We're trying to stop this suffering. What are you doing about it?
“Right! You're fucking helping it spread. You're trying to kill us while those diseased cultists bring suffering to these lands. You serve the God of Protection. What sort of shit-eating hypocrites are you? Huh? Come out and face us! Do it, coward!”
But he didn't. My words echoed around me. I spat in disgust and shook my head. Fury rippled through me. I marched up to the hill and watched as the sun sank down, stewing. When I got my hands on this Warrior...
He deserved to suffer.
“Should we camp, Lord Marcus?” Dëshoma asked me as I stared off at the darkness.
I nodded my head. “We can figure out what to do. Where to go to stop this suffering. I was certain it would be in the center.”
“It is close, Marcus Aurelius,” Kulri said. She had her Hit Points topped off while I was ranting. We burned through resources in that fight. “I can feel it. In the morrow, we shall find it.”
“Let's eat,” Twist said. “And relax.”
“I could use some relaxing,” Éjyona said, the halfling giving me an arched look.
Chapter Twenty-Two: One Hunger Satiated
Kulrigiizhai
“That was great,” Éjyona said. The halfling rubbed her belly. “Mmm, one hunger satiated.”
“But another needs scratching?” asked Twist, a hungry smile on her face.
“Big time!” Éjyona said. As she peeled the leather pasties off her round titties, she arched an eyebrow at Marcus Aurelius. “You up for it?”
Twist snorted. “Of course he is. He has stamina that the bull leading a herd of heifers would envy.”
“Just unlace me and find out,” he said to the halfling. Then his gaze flicked to Kulrigiizhai.
She felt his eyes lingering on her exposed nipples. They puckered hard. That aching, frustrated itch returned to between her thighs. It had been so long since she'd orgasmed. This would be her third night without satisfying that itch.
She wanted to surrender to him so badly as Éjyona dropped her belt holding her leather loincloth. Then she fell down and attacked his trousers. She unlaced his fly and pulled out his cock. She cooed in delight, stroking him with hunger.
The others were watching, too. Iris buzzed around, the pixie excited. She left a shimmer of dust everywhere she went. Kulrigiizhai's pussy clenched as Éjyona's cunt came closer and closer to Marcus Aurelius's rampant cock.
The halfling threw back her head. Her short, silver hair swayed about her face. She moaned out in delight as she slid her pussy down his cock. Her tiny body quivered. Her little breasts jiggled. They were round and bounced. She groaned as she sank further and further down his cock.
She bottomed out on him, her small body somehow taking every inch of his dick. She wiggled her hips back and forth, stirring her cunt around on him. The elf groaned in envy. She wanted that so much. And she knew what she would have to do. She would have involved him in something too dangerous.
It would get him killed.
He let himself get kicked around to protect me today, Kulrigiizhai thought, remembering how the earth elemental had battered around Marcus Aurelius. He'll die trying to help me. I can't let that happen. I can be strong. I can fight my needs.
Her pussy grew hotter and hotter by the moment as Éjyona worked her cunt up and down his cock. Kulrigiizhai's ears twitched. She squeezed her thighs together. She bit her lip. The heat swelled through her body as she watched the halfling ride him.
“Yes, yes, yes,” gas
ped Éjyona. “Ooh, I love this dick popping into my womb.”
“It's such a wonderful cock,” groaned Maria, her eyes fiery.
Marcus Aurelius glanced at Kulrigiizhai again.
The elf looked away. She rose and padded around the fire. Pussy juices dripped down her thighs. Only Marcus Aurelius had noticed her leave. No one commented. They were cheering on Éjyona, watching her ride his cock.
“I'm going to cum so hard on this dick!” gasped the halfling. “Ooh, my womb is going to milk all that cum out of him.”
“Mmm, yum,” moaned Maria.
* * / *
Twist
The dragonborn put her hand on Dëshoma's hip and slid up her habit to her breasts covered in the red silk. She squeezed the tit. A shuddering gasp burst from the angelborn's lips. Her halo fluttered. She pulled her attention from Éjyona riding Marcus to look at Twist.
“What say you and I get nasty with each other,” hissed Twist. Her scaled hand squeezed that firm breast. “Just devour each other's dirty cunt.”
“There is nothing dirty about mine body,” Dëshoma said, her expression hardening.
The anger in her eyes excited Twist even more. “Oh? Not even that dirty butthole?” She leaned in and licked the Cleric's cheek. “And don't tell me that cunt of yours isn't filthy. Just a naughty hole hungering for my tongue to slide into your twat.”
She squirmed. Twist's hand slipped into the diamond cutout in the front of Dëshoma's habit. The Cleric gasped and groaned. Twist's hand cupped that naked tit, palm rubbing into hard nipple. Twist's nubs poked hard against the leather straps crisscrossing her torso.
“Mine pussy is growing most wet,” groaned Dëshoma. “I would not be adverse to us supping on each other's cunt. Mine is not filthy, and if yours is, well, mine tongue can address that issue.”
“Ssshhhh, just going to lick me clean?”
“Yes!”
Twist kissed the pompous, wordy, and adorable angelborn. As much as Dëshoma grated on Twist's nerves, she was too cute not to molest. To play with. As Éjyona moaned out her delight, Twist pressed Dëshoma onto her back. Their tongues danced. Played. The Thief pinched Dëshoma's nipple, rolling it.
Twist had to strip her naked before she devoured her. Heat rippled through the dragonborn. Her pussy soaked her leather panties. One hand deftly unlaced the front of them so she could peel them off her body and down her legs. At the same time, her right hand tugged up the Cleric's habit.
Dëshoma broke the kiss so Twist could pull off her top. In moments, her habit, wimple, and veil were gone. Sapphire hair spilled around Dëshoma's adorable face. Her round breasts quivered, her golden nipples hard.
“Ssshh,” hissed Twist in delight. She leaned down and engulfed a nipple. Dëshoma moaned and quivered. Her body trembled as Twist slid her tongue around the nub.
“Oh, Twist, that is a delight thou art sharing with me,” panted Dëshoma. “It makes mine pussy so wet and wanton.”
Twist's hand slid down the angelborn's stomach to her skirt. She slid over the rustling, red fabric and then found Dëshoma's naked thighs. The Cleric moaned as the dragonborn thrust her scaled hand up beneath the skirt towards those dainty panties.
Lips smacked as they popped free of Dëshoma's left nipple. Twist darted to the right and engulfed the other. She savored the feel of the hard nub in her mouth. A moment later, her hands reached Dëshoma's panties. The thin silk needed to come off.
She grabbed. Tugged.
Dëshoma lifted her rump, letting Twist pull off those panties. They slid down her thighs and over her stockings. Twist shoved them down past the angelborn's knees to her ankles. The Thief never stopped suckling on that nipple. Never stopped loving it.
“Mmm, Twist, thy tongue doth ever stir such delight.”
Twist popped her mouth off the nipple. “Imagine how much delight it will stir between your legs.”
“Mine imagination doth simmer with such wicked ideas and feverish imagination of what thy skill at cunnilingus shall impart to mine twat.”
Twist shook her head. “Too much words. I need to put your mouth to better use.”
“By consuming thy pussy with a most eager and winsome passion?”
“Yes!”
Twist spun around. She straddled the angelborn's pale face and planted her pussy right on her mouth. She pushed up Dëshoma's skirt to expose her sapphire bush soaked in juices. Twist breathed in the scent of jasmine, hunger swirling through her.
Dëshoma's tongue slid through Twist's pussy.
“Ssshhh!” Hissing in pleasure, Twist buried her head between the Cleric's thighs and pressed her face into wet silk. The pubic hair spilled over her scarlet scales. Her large breasts rubbed into Dëshoma's stomach. Twist feasted upon the angelborn.
She licked and lapped at that delicious cunt. Jasmine-flavored juice coated her tongue. She ran it over silky folds, pubic hair rubbing against lips and tongue. The dragonborn thrust her tongue deep into Dëshoma's cunt, swirling around.
Dëshoma moaned. Her hands grabbed Twist's scaled rump. Fingers dug into the hard skin over the soft, plump ass. Dëshoma's tongue swirled through Twist's folds. The pleasure spilled through the dragonborn.
They feasted on each other.
They licked. Lapped. They devoured delicious juices.
Twist savored every caress of her tongue across Dëshoma's cunt. The Thief loved every drop of jasmine cream. At the same time, pleasure rippled through her from Dëshoma's licking tongue. The angelborn fluttered with dainty delight.
“Mmm, I am cleaning thy delicious and juicy twat.”
“Yes, you are,” Twist groaned. “Rūzem's greasy touch, you're doing great at it. Don't stop. Just keep doing that.”
“I shall not stop until thou floodest mine mouth with thy delicious juices and give me a treat of effervescent delight.”
“Fuck, even with my pussy on your mouth, you speak too much!”
“Mine apologizes.” Dëshoma's tongue thrust deep into Twist's pussy.
“Accepted,” groaned Twist. She clenched her cunt around the probing tongue, the pleasure fluttering through her body.
She lapped at the angelborn's cunt. Twist stroked her tongue across those hot pussy lips, her orgasm building and building. The straps covering her nipples shifted as she squirmed. Soon, her erect nubs pressed into the silky skin of the angelborn's stomach.
More delight sparked through the dragonborn's body.
Twist moaned as her pleasure built. Dëshoma's tongue fluttered over her pussy folds. Brushed her clit. Sparks flared. She attacked Dëshoma's bud. The angelborn gasped and shuddered beneath the Thief, bucking and moaning.
We're going to drown each other, Twist thought with excitement.
She licked harder, her body trembling. Dëshoma moaned. She swirled her tongue around Twist's clit. The bud burst with sparks. The pleasure showered through Twist, feeding her orgasm. It landed on the tinder of her climax.
Set it on fire.
“Yesssssss!” she hissed into Dëshoma's pussy.
The Thief bucked, her pussy convulsing. Juices gushed out of her pussy and bathed the angelborn's face. Twist thrust her tongue into Dëshoma's cunt, swirling around as the pleasure swept through her body. She hurtled to such heights of rapture.
“Twist!” Dëshoma moaned, trembling beneath the Thief. “Oh, Twist, thy passion is infectious!”
Dëshoma's cunt writhed around Twist's tongue. Jasmine flavored juices flooded into her mouth. She drank them down. Dëshoma's fingers dug into the dragonborn's scaled ass. They shuddered together in sapphic pleasure.
Sharing the delights of being in Marcus's party.
Twist savored it, sounds of passion echoing through the camp, Maria gasping in delight. Éjyona moaning with glee. Marcus grunting, the sound of flesh smacking on flesh echoing through the campsite.
Such delicious sounds, thought the Thief as her orgasm died.
* * / *
Maria du Marne
Twist and D�
�shoma devoured each other to Maria's right. She smiled as they squirmed together, writhing and moaning and eating each other out. At the same time, she stared at Marcus pumping Éjyona's halfling cunt full of cum.
“Aphounga's shattered sword!” the halfling moaned. “Your cock, Marcus!”
“I know!” Maria moaned, her pussy on fire. She craved it. She hungered to feel that dick in her. After the long day of adventuring, she needed a release.
“Why don't you climb off,” Marcus said, giving Éjyona's rump a quick smack. “Maria's going to lick out your pussy while I attend to her cunt. She's just dripping in need.”
Maria nodded, her red hair swirling around her face. “I am. In such need, Marcus.”
“Let's get you stuffed with cock,” Éjyona said. She climbed off his dick, her small frame rising up his cock. Maria had no idea how she could take all of Marcus's impressive shaft into her small body.
She fell onto her back. She spread her thighs wide. She squirmed on the ground, her eyes brimming with delight. She rubbed her feet into the grass, her pussy beckoning to Maria. The human Duelist flicked her eyes at the halfling's twat. A shaved twat dripping with jizz.
As Maria crawled forward, Marcus glanced off to the right and sighed. She glanced in that direction and just saw Kulri by herself. Maria frowned and was about to say something when Éjyona grabbed her hair and yanked her head down.
“Mmm, get to lickin'!” The halfling smeared Maria's face into that sloppy twat. “And Marcus will get to fuckin'.”
“Yes, I will,” Marcus said, sounding eager for it. “I'm going to pound you so hard, Maria. You've earned it. Unlike some.”
What does that mean? wondered Maria. Is he talking about Kulri? It was obvious to the human that something was happening between the pair.
But she had a halfling Gunner's pussy to lick out.
Maria's tongue flicked through Éjyona's shaved folds, gathering spicy cream and salty cum. Marcus's seed melted across Maria's tongue. She savored the flavor, her pussy growing hotter and hotter. She wiggled her hips from side to side, aching for the Paladin's cock to ram into her.
