by Reed James
“Very Steampunk,” I said, grinning at the halfling aiming her blunderbuss.
“Steampunk?” asked Éjyona. “I like it. I'm steampunkish!”
“What does Dëshoma get,” I asked, eyeing one of the magic items that looked positively naughty.
“Why, this wicked toy,” purred Iris. She landed on the butt plug.
“What, pray tell, is that?” asked Dëshoma. “How am I to wear that cone? Perhaps it is an amulet that is missing its chain.”
“It's a butt plug,” I said, grinning.
“You stick it up your butt!” Iris said with glee. “It's the Priestess's Healing Butt Plug. Inserted into your naughty rectum, it will reduce the casting time of your healing prayers.”
“Oh, my,” Dëshoma said, her eyes wide. Her aura oscillated in intensity. “That doth truly go into mine bottom to work its efficacy?”
“Yep!” Iris's wings blurred. “I'm sure Marcus would be glad to insert it for you.”
“Oh, yes,” I said. “We want you to be the best healer, after all.”
Blushing, Dëshoma nodded.
“Ooh, ooh, and once per day, it'll double the amount your next healing prayer gives,” said Iris, bouncing on it. “And it vibrates while doing that. You might even cum.”
“In the middle of a battle?” Dëshoma asked, sounding faint.
“Yep!” The pixie giggled. “Exciting, right?”
“That is not the word I would choose, noble pixie.”
I couldn't help but grin.
“The ring is mine?” asked Kulri. She picked it up, a slender band of cold topped with a ruby on it. “It feels... painful.”
“Something only a masochist would wear,” said Iris. “That's you, Kulri.”
The elf's ears twitched. “It is too small for my finger.”
“It's a clit ring! The Masochist's Clit Ring. Damage you take is turned into MP. Once per day, it'll inflict pain on you to increase your spell damage.”
“That does seem useful,” the elf said slipped it into her pouch.
“Which leaves me the cloak,” I said, picking up the white cloth. Stitched on the back was a large, blue tear. I could feel it wanting me to don it, though it was one level too high for me to utilize yet.
“The Cloak of Ethileri's Tears,” Iris said. “Every time you're hit, you'll heal a small amount.”
“I do get hit a lot,” I said.
“And once per day, you can heal another with a touch. It is a cloak for a warrior of faith.”
I nodded and folded it with care. “I will wear it with pride.”
“Ethileri supports thee, Lord Marcus,” said Dëshoma. “All the gods do. Their mortal servants might be in error, but I can feel that their divine gaze is upon thee. The broken lands need mending, Lord Marcus, and if thou art destined to do it, then it is villainous for them to oppose thee.”
“Yep,” Éjyona said.
“Priests care more about their own greed than serving the gods,” Twist said. “With a few exceptions, Dëshoma.”
The Cleric inclined her head at the Thief. Éjyona looked thoughtful.
“Oh, and I found this, Marcus,” Twist said. She tossed a shard at me.
I caught the crystal and had a flash of a forest shrouded in twilight. A place in need of being explored. I smiled and nodded to her. She shrugged. “You bring me good loot.”
I burst into laughter.
Chapter Thirty: Victory Achieved
Maria du Marne
If these number among my last nights with Marcus, then I wish to enjoy them, Maria thought as they camped on the Aerie Plateau. The corruption had been cleansed, but they still had another day of travel to return to the Shardpool and leave.
Swallowing her embarrassment, she said, “Marcus, I would love it if you could use that ring on me.”
“Sorry,” he said, holding it up. “Once a day only. Tomorrow night.”
She swallowed. Tomorrow night, she should be back at her village. “That sounds wonderful.” I can stay one more night. My village will be fine. The disease does not kill swiftly. “I would enjoy that.”
“But what I can do is sixty-nine with you.” He grinned. “I'll lick your pussy while you suck my dick.”
Delight rippled through Maria. She greatly enjoyed sucking Marcus's cock. It held great pleasure for her, relaxing away her stresses. It even invigorated her to gulp down his jizz, restoring some measure of her Hit Points.
“That sounds wonderful,” she said.
He stretched out before the fire, the light painting across his body. Kulri knelt nearby watching with feverish eyes. She still had not given Marcus what he wanted from her. She would watch and suffer horniness.
“Let's double-team the Cleric,” Twist was saying to Éjyona as Maria pulled off her leather bra, freeing her round tits.
“Sounds fun,” the halfling said. “Ready to take two dildos?”
“Mine body is ready,” Dëshoma said.
She's changed so much since she met Marcus, thought Maria. So have I.
She pulled off her leather panties next, her crotch soaked with her juices. A naughty shiver ran through her as Marcus licked his lips, staring at her fiery bush dripping with her cream. Her spicy and sweet musk filled her nose.
The Duelist crawled to him, her round breasts swaying with their perky firmness. Her pussy clenched in anticipation while her mouth salivated. She locked her gaze on his pierced cock. That gold ring threaded through the crown of his dick beckoned to her.
She threw her leg over his head with expert ease while her hand grabbed his big, thick dick. Hunger rippled through her. With a passionate moan, she darted her head down and engulfed the spongy crown, his ring rubbing against the roof of her mouth. Red hair fell about her face.
She sucked.
He groaned, “Fuck, yes. You are such a great cock sucker, Maria.”
She nursed with pride on him, pleasure already rushing down to her pussy. She loved sucking dick so much, she wondered if she could cum just from doing it. She had no idea, but she would love to find out someday.
Not this day.
Marcus grabbed her rump and pulled her down to his hungry mouth. She shuddered and kept nursing on his dick as she settled her pussy on his mouth. Her bush rubbed across his face then his strong lips nuzzled into her pussy.
He licked.
She moaned.
Maria shuddered at the feel of his tongue caressing her pussy lips. He lapped at her, teasing her. She sucked harder on his cock, nursing with hunger on his dick. Her right hand fisted him while her left kneaded his balls. She felt the cum in them, aching for the jizz to fire into her mouth.
Her tongue danced around his cock. She stimulated him, batting his cock ring back and forth. She savored playing with it. He groaned into her twat. His growling pleasure stimulated her as much as his licking tongue.
I love worshiping this cock. I'm going to miss it.
So she would love him hard. With all her passion. She bobbed her head up and down his dick. She sucked with all her passion on his cock, the pleasure building in her pussy. His tongue thrust into her depths. He stirred her around, teasing her.
The pleasure fluttered over her. She groaned, savoring every moment of blowing him while he devoured her. It was incredible. She squirmed on him, rubbing her pussy into his face. His rough stubble rasped on her sensitive vulva.
“Goddamn, you're amazing, Maria!” growled Marcus. His fingers gripped her rump. “Going to suck all the cum out of my balls.”
All of it, she promised in her thoughts.
She bobbed her mouth up and down his cock, sucking and slurping. Drool ran down his shaft to her stroking hand. She massaged his cock, aching for that cum to erupt from his nuts. She massaged his hairy balls with gentle skill.
“Fuck, yes!” he growled and sucked on her clit.
She groaned. Her head bobbed faster. His cock piercing rubbed on her tongue. She played with it as she sucked him. Loved him. Her orgasm built faster and fast
er. She hovered on the edge of her climax. His lips sucked hard on her bud.
She was so close. He was getting even better at cunnilingus. She slurped with all her might on his cock, her cheeks hollowed. Her head swayed as she bobbed up and down. He growled around her clit. His fingers massaged her rump. He pulled her cunt tight against his mouth.
He nipped her bud.
She squealed in delight.
Hot cum jetted into her mouth.
His spunk spurting into her mouth set her off. She trembled on him. Her pussy convulsed. Cream gushed out of her. It spilled into his mouth. A gush of passion. Stars burst across her vision. She trembled, her nipples rubbing into his stomach.
“Shit, yes!” Marcus growled then lapped up the cream gushing out of her pussy.
Waves of bliss washed through her body and into her mind. They felt so wonderful as she gulped down his spunk. She swallowed his salty seed. She reveled in every drop of his spunk he fired into her. She gulped it all down in delight.
“Maria,” Marcus groaned. “Damn, you are the best.”
“And you mastered cunnilingus, Marcus!” Iris whooped.
“Yes, I did,” Marcus said with pride.
* * / *
Twist
“Oh, my,” gasped Dëshoma as she slid her pussy down the strap-on dildo Éjyona had. It was an ivory shaft connected to a harness of brown leather. “Where did thou procure this toy?”
“Found it in one of the villages,” Éjyona said. “Seems a shame for it to go to waste.”
“Truly, it would be,” Dëshoma moaned, her pussy swallowing more and more of it.
Twist smiled. She had her own dildo of polished obsidian strapped to her body. It pressed right on her clit. She rubbed lubricating cream on it as she stared at the angelborn's pale rump. The dragonborn's tongue flicked out. Her large, pink-scaled tits jiggled before her, nipples hard. She tweaked one with her other hand.
“Ready for me?” Twist hissed. “I'm coming for that assssss. I have to get you ready for your butt plug.”
“Mine ass was thoroughly broken in by Lord Marcus's cock, Twist,” Dëshoma moaned. “But I welcome thy help in maintaining my anal readiness for mine new equipment.”
Twist hissed in laughter.
She brought her dildo's polished and gleaming tip to Dëshoma's butt-cheeks. A heat brimmed in the dragonborn's pussy to fuck the angelborn's asshole with the dildo. She pushed the fake cock into that crack dividing Dëshoma's perky ass and slid low.
Dëshoma cried out in quivering pleasure when Twist had reached the right spot to unleash her assault. She hissed in delight and pressed her dildo forward. The angelborn gasped in rapture, her body swaying. Her short, sapphire hair danced around her face. It was freed, not constrained by the wimple the Cleric usually wore.
“Ravish mine asshole as I do work mine pussy up and down Éjyona's delightful dildo.”
“Gladly,” hissed Twist, pushing harder, the base grinding on her clit. “Sssshit!”
The dildo popped into Dëshoma's asshole. The golden halo glowing about her head flared for a moment. Twist shuddered, her bud throbbing in delight as she pressed her fake cock deeper and deeper into the angelborn's asshole.
Twist reached around and cupped Dëshoma's small tits. She squeezed those firm mounds. Dëshoma whimpered. Twist hissed in delight. Her scaled crotch smacked into Dëshoma's rump. The dragonborn reveled driving her fake dick to the hilt in the angelborn's asshole.
“You are going to cum so hard, aren't you?” she purred, pressing her large tits into Dëshoma's back.
“With such effervescent joy at thy fake dick reaming mine asshole and mine pussy working up and down Éjyona's dildo with gluttonous hunger for mine release.”
“Yep!” Éjyona moaned. “Now start riding. I like watching the pleasure on your face. Ooh, and don't stop playing with my boobies.”
“Thou possess such a firm and ripe pair of mammary that are a delight for mine fingers to fondle,” Dëshoma moaned as she rose up Éjyona's dildo.
That shifted Twist's shaft, massaging the base into her dildo. Her forked tongue flicked out at the delight. She drew back her hips, Dëshoma's moans echoing through the foggy night. Twist thrust her hips forward, burying her dildo back into the angelborn's asshole.
Pleasure burst from the Thief's clit. She reveled in it, her pussy clenching. Her nipples rubbed against Dëshoma's smooth back. Twist pumped away, fucking the Cleric with hard strokes. Scaled flesh smacked into a smooth ass.
The three women's moans burst into the night, filling the darkness with their passion. They all panted. Scales slapped flesh. Twist squeezed Dëshoma's titties while her own big boobs rubbed into the angelborn's back.
“Thy dildo feels most agreeable reaming mine bowels, Twist!” Dëshoma gasped.
“Just agreeable?” hissed the dragonborn. “I need to fuck you harder.”
“Yes, yes, pound her asshole!” groaned Éjyona. “Ooh, she squeezes my titties every time you bury into her, Twist.”
“Good!”
Twist thrust harder. She buried her dildo into the depths of Dëshoma's asshole again and again. Pleasure burst from Twist's clit each time. Her pussy grew juicier and juicier. Her orgasm swelled in her depths. She hissed her pleasure, reveling in the impending bliss.
Dëshoma's sweet moans echoed through the night. She rode Éjyona's dildo, working her pussy up and down the shaft. Her hips danced and wiggled. The movement shifted Twist's shaft, the base massaging her clit and driving her closer and closer to her explosive orgasm. She would have such a big one.
“Fuck, yesssss!” Twist moaned, using those curses she'd learned from Marcus. “Cum, Dëshoma. Be that slut we know you are.”
“Such a slut!” groaned Éjyona.
“Marcus hath awakened that being within me. For surely a creature of wanton hungers doth slumber beneath my breast.”
“Big time slumber!” groaned the Gunner. “Ooh, ride my dildo harder. I'm going to cum.”
“I, too, doth approach mine effervescent joy. I do hope that the pleasure of sodomizing mine flesh doth swell thy release, Twist.”
“Rūzem's greasy touch, it does!” Twist thrust forward hard, pleasure bursting. “I'm getting closer and closer.”
“That is good!” Dëshoma moaned. “The gift that Lord Marcus hath delivered to the women of his party and harem. We shall all sup of it tonight. Sup deep! Yes!”
Her halo flared bright gold as her body bucked. Twist held the climaxing Cleric, nipples throbbing against the angelborn's back. Twist hissed and slammed her dildo in deep. Her clit burst with pleasure. The sparks showered her insides.
“Rūzem's greasy touch!” she snarled. “That'ssssss it! Yesssss!”
Pleasure rushed out of her pussy. Waves of ecstasy swept through her body. She squeezed tight to Dëshoma, holding the angelborn as they both shuddered through their rapture. Sparks burst before Twist's vision. The ecstasy swept over her mind.
“Aphounga's shattered sword!” Éjyona moaned. “Oh, that's good.”
“I am so glad that we have all found our pleasurable release!” Dëshoma cried out. “This is the gift all women are granted.”
“Sweet, shuddering orgasms!” Éjyona howled.
“Yesssss!” Twist hissed, pussy juices gushing down her scaled thighs.
She reveled in the rapture. She embraced the bliss as she hugged Dëshoma tight. Her mind burst with the pleasure sparking through her. She ached for more. Knew she would have so much wild fun this night. They had won.
And she had more loot to pay back her debt to Grunt. She would be free of that orc bastard one day.
* * / *
Dëshoma
Maria's cum-filled pussy hovered over Dëshoma. As Twist and Éjyona enjoyed the Cleric's body, Lord Marcus had plundered the Duelist's delightful hole. Now the angelborn had the honor of licking her clean while enjoying his cock reaming her pussy.
“Enjoy,” Maria moaned as she settled her red-furred muff upon Dëshoma'
s face.
“I shall enjoy this greatly, Lady Maria.”
“I bet you will,” Marcus said, a hunger to his words.
As Dëshoma took her first licks at the cum-matted pussy sitting on her face, Marcus lifted her hips. He thrust a bundle beneath her, raising up her torso, lifting her pussy. She shuddered, her cunt and asshole both aching for the dildos of her companions. She lapped cum and pussy juices out of Maria's depths.
“Mmm, take her hard,” Maria moaned. “Let me help you find the right hole.”
“Which hole is the right one?” Marcus asked, amusement in his voice.
A shiver ran through Dëshoma. She would take him in any hole, ready to love her harem master in any way he craved. She would never regret giving herself to Marcus. Though a stranger to this world—though she still did not understand where he truly came from—he brimmed with the desire to protect it and fix it. In Dëshoma's heart, she knew that was what the Gods of Light and Order wanted.
It offended her that the followers of Pushijer had allowed such corruption to fester in them.
“This one,” Maria said. “That's the right hole.”
Dëshoma shuddered as she felt Marcus's cock pressing at her butt-cheeks, his piercing hard. Her cunt clenched and her asshole tingled. She licked harder at Maria's pussy, eager to be sodomized. Dëshoma ached to please her harem master.
“Good choice,” Marcus said.
Dëshoma heard kissing and knew he and Maria loved each other. Joy surged through the angelborn Cleric. It turned to lust as his pierced cock pushed into her butt-crack and found her asshole aching from Twist's dildo.
She did so thoroughly ready me for this cock, Dëshoma realized. I must thank her.
Marcus thrust against her asshole. Her sphincter stretched wide to engulf his thick dick with ease. In moments, he was sliding into her. She groaned in delight as she welcomed him into her anal depths. Her body trembled as inch after inch of his cock slid into her bowels, the hard piercing caressing her hot flesh.
“I am so honored to please thee with mine asshole!” she moaned into Maria's pussy. “Let mine tight bowels pleasure thine cock and bring thee to thy most energetic and delicious climax.”
