Erotic Tales of the Nyphrazi - Complete 7 Part Series

by Minky St Anne

  I nod my acknowledgement to this before leaving the room. Phew that’s a relief; I only hope Ben’s gotten off as lightly.

  Back in the kitchen with apron on and hair tied back, I revise my position of how lightly I’ve gotten off, when Glory demands a blow-by-blow account of what Ben and I did to pass the time.

  I don’t think she buys how many games of cards we supposedly played but I must be convincing enough that she doesn’t feel like she can call me on it, either. My relief when the dining room fills with miners is palpable. Anything to divert her attention away from my sex life.

  I see Ben at lunch time but can’t speak to him because Glory is riding me hard, ensuring I make up for my absence for the best part of a week. Anyone would think it had been her who’d covered for me rather than the rest of the crew.

  I clock off sixteen hours later. I’m shattered and thoughts of having to keep this up for another three days have me shrinking into myself. But, on seeing the note under my windscreen wiper, I can’t help the lift in my spirits and when I get a strong enough signal, I give Ben a call.

  “How goes it Goldie Box?” says Ben, before I have a chance to speak.

  “Hah! Very funny.” I try to keep my voice stern, but eventually I too have a laugh at my own expense.

  “We can have another go at getting rid of that if you like,” says Ben, when his chuckles subside.

  “Just so long as it doesn’t involve using an acetylene torch!”

  “Would I do that to you?” Ben doesn’t give me time to answer before suggesting Sunday, the first day that either of us is going to see daylight.

  “Yeah, but let’s give the cabin a miss. I don’t think I could keep up these double shifts if we get trapped in another time warp.”

  Chapter Four

  “So where are we going?” I ask Ben, as we drive out of the front gates at my folk’s place

  “My room at the hostel is out, so I’ve arranged to use a mate of mine’s place while he’s out of town.”

  It feels good when we hit the main road and head away from the direction of the cabin. I’m definitely too shattered to keep up working all hours. My relief is short lived when I see how primitive the shack is, with the place looking as though a strong gust of wind would flatten it. If anything, the outhouse looks to be in even worse shape. With luck, Ben will be able to remove the gold without me being forced to use the facilities.

  Fortunately the inside of the place isn’t quite as bad as I’d feared although it’s freezing cold and smells damp. Luckily there’s a decent pile of wood next to the fire and Ben soon has it roaring and because the cabin is as small as it is, the mercury is heading skywards not long after. Certainly it’s warm enough that when I strip so Ben can get to work, I’m not at all uncomfortable.

  “Might be best if you lie on the table,” says Ben, before throwing a threadbare blanket over its scarred wooden surface.

  “I hope that’s thick enough to save my ass from splinters,” I bitch, while carefully easing my way up onto the rickety structure.

  Once I’m in place, I freeze, scared that if I move, the whole thing will end up in a heap on the floor, with me sprawled on top of it.

  “Right miss, if you’ll lie there, I’ll remove this for you in a jiffy.”

  Ben’s hokey bedside manner does nothing to ease my fears when I see him pull a couple of heavy duty, glass laboratory-style bottles out of the chiller he’d retrieved from the back of his truck. I don’t need a science degree to know that the sticker with its symbol of a test tube and a half eaten hand means the contents are corrosive in a big way. When a small eye dropper follows, I don’t get a good feeling about it.

  “What if you spill some? You could wipe me out!”

  “If my thinking is right, one drop will be enough.”

  I’m still looking at him with a healthy dose of skepticism when he removes the glass stopper from the larger bottle. Angling it over, he’s able to put the dropper in far enough to draw up a good amount of the liquid before squeezing it into a mason jar that he’d found in one of the cupboards. He repeats the process with the second bottle but adds less of whatever that is.

  I’m expecting him to dump a dropper-full of this mixture straight onto my golden covering and this has my girly bits quivering nervously. They’re immensely relieved when he instead grabs a bag of cotton swabs and pulls one out.

  “I was getting worried there for a mo.”

  “I’m thinking that if the gold can materialize out of thin air, it can disappear the same way if we attack it with some Aqua Regia.”

  “Aqua what?”

  “Royal water,” says Ben, leaving me none the wiser.

  He dips the cotton swab into his solution and is about to apply it to the mantle when I hold my hand up to stop him.

  “What if the gold ring disappears, too?”

  “Damn, I hadn’t thought about that.” Ben carefully puts the swab back into the jar and carries the lot over to the slab of wood that’s doing duty as a kitchen counter.

  “What’s your fancy?” he says, back at the table. “Slow or fast?”

  “Hey, if I’m going to lose that ring, I want all the ways possible.”

  It takes longer than expected for the pair of us to get the thought of losing the G-ring, with its fabulous vibrations, out of our systems and it’s getting dark when I finally inch my way back onto the table. My legs are still wobbly from the last orgasm and my bits are feeling a little battered and bruised, although definitely in a good way.

  After dragging his clothes back on, Ben retrieves the jar from the counter, and then very carefully swipes the swab across the gold, right above my labia. For a second nothing happens, but then I hear loud fizzing. This is followed by Aurum shrieking inside my head. He does not sound happy.

  “Oh, crap!”

  “What!” says Ben, yanking the cotton swab away. “Is that hurting?”

  “Nah, I can’t feel a thing, but I can hear Aurum screaming.”

  “The gold’s still there, though. Let me try again.”

  Ben pushes my legs apart and dabs more of the mixture on the gold. I’m alarmed when I hear even louder fizzing, although this is easily eclipsed by Aurum’s howling. Moments later I sense the gold evaporate, leaving my sex feeling strangely cold and empty. Ben packs up all his equipment before examining me for permanent damage.

  “That’s weird.” Ben’s tone doesn’t fill me with confidence.

  “What is?”

  Pushing myself up onto my elbows to try to see if I can spot what he’s on about. I do, and I have to agree with him. Wherever the gold had been, my skin still has a slight shimmer and even though the metal that tightly surrounded my clit has gone, it’s still standing proud like a small dick. This combined with a lack of pubic hair, has me looking more adult movie star than ever. It’s something I’m definitely not happy about and I hope I return to normal over time.

  Ben, on the other hand, is delighted. He bends over and tongues me softly, but not softly enough and I’m soon shuddering so hard that the table is bucking underneath me. Luckily Ben scoops me up before its legs fail completely.

  “You okay?” says Ben, holding me tight.

  “I don’t, know. No,” I manage to stutter out.

  Even though Ben is no longer touching my sex, simply being mushed up in his arms is doing strange things to me. Everywhere the gold had been is super sensitive, and even my own skin rubbing against itself is more than I can bear.

  But the pleasure swiftly becomes pain and it’s not long before I feel like I’m on fire. I’m unable to stop myself from whimpering causing Ben’s face to crease with concern.

  “We need to get you to a hospital,” he says, while gently putting me down on the battered and bruised couch. I fit right in because that’s how I’m feeling, too.

  “I can’t go to hospital like this.” I wave my hand vaguely in the direction of my crotch. “Vyran will know what to do.”

  “He’s the wooden guy, right
?” At my nod of confirmation, Ben carries on. “Can you get in touch with him?”

  “I’ve done it before, so hopefully I can do it again.”

  “Well, what are you waiting for?”

  I don’t need any further prompting with the burning between my legs now escalating. I’m on fire and not in a good way.

  “Vyran. Come to me!”

  It’s not so much a polite request as a screeched summons, directly as a result of the pain I’m in. Thankfully, it works.

  Vyran looks at me briefly, before turning his attention to Ben.

  “What have you done to her?” Vyran’s dark, forbidding eyebrows are drawn together in a frightening scowl.

  Ben’s still trying to formulate a response when I interrupt the male bonding session.

  “Not him. Aurum.”

  Vyran goes ballistic. I don’t understand what he says, but I get the idea. He bends down and scoops me up off the couch, and I’m unable to stop my hiss of pain.

  “Sorry. The quicker we get you to Marlo the better.”

  “Marlo?” says Ben, unsure who this is because I’d kinda glossed over the God of Iron’s involvement in my adventures. Technically he hasn’t fucked me. Yet.

  “Our healer,” says Vyran.

  I feel the buzzing in my head a moment later and recognize the earthy smell of Vyran’s chamber that signals our arrival. He lays me gently on the pile of furs that sit in the middle of his bed.

  “Where’s Ben?”

  “I’m not bringing your lover here!”

  Vyran is the epitome of male outrage and if I wasn’t experiencing stinging and burning between my legs, I might be tempted to laugh.

  Leaving me on his bed, Vyran disappears through the skins that cover the archway that leads to the rest of the cave system. No sooner have the pelts dropped back into place, than I hear him bellowing for Marlo to present himself.

  Again the pain ruins my enjoyment of his actions. What, does Vyran think the skins are soundproof? Certainly I continue to hear him yelling for Marlo, getting fainter the farther away he is. When silence descends, it rids me of any distractions and all my focus goes on the pain. Maybe some of that stuff that Ben daubed on me spilled after all although this might be a stretch given he’d been super careful and used a cotton swab. I’m hurting enough that he might as well have upended the contents of both bottles right over me.

  That’s certainly how it feels with the burning sensation now spreading over my torso before scorching its way up and over my breasts so they feel like they’re being swarmed by fire ants.

  I’m alternating between panting and whimpering before Vyran returns with Marlo. Never have I been so glad to see the God of Iron and that magic tongue of his. Unfortunately he’s followed closely by Aurum, the narcissistic fucker. I’d rearrange that fettyr of his, but I’m in too much pain.

  It’s only after Marlo has swept his tongue roughly over my breasts, soothing them in the process that I’m able to look more closely at Aurum. He looks to be in worse shape than I am with his normally smooth skin peeling off in places and blackened and raw in others.

  Not looking so pretty now is he?

  “What the hell did you do to me?” he spits out, with enough venom that I feel saliva spotting my face.

  Before I can respond, Vyran answers on my behalf. “It wasn’t her.”

  “Then who was it? Look at me!” He gestures to his damaged body, his eyes full of pain. Not physical pain by the looks of things, but because of the damage to his ego. Certainly his stage show is cancelled for a while.

  “Stop bitching and help me here,” says Marlo, looking up briefly from running his tongue over my torso. “This is your fault, you can help fix it!”

  Even for the instant Marlo had lifted his head; I’d be able to feel the burning spiking again.

  It’s only when Aurum, Marlo and Vyran are all working away that the burning starts to subside. While Marlo is technically their healer, all the gods apparently carry the same healing enzyme in their saliva to some degree. Certainly their combined efforts are enough to have me go from writhing in agony to writhing in ecstasy in the blink of an eye.

  Chapter Five

  Vyran is the first to pick up on the change in me, resulting in him going from simply licking away the pain in my breast, to tweaking and teasing the nipple with that prehensile and wickedly pointed tongue of his. Aurum, deducing the change in his brother, works away on my other nipple with equal skill, no doubt hoping to surpass Vyran in the pleasure stakes. Desperate to increase the sensations, I don’t know who to lean towards first, eager for both of them to work their magic.

  Having finished with my torso, Marlo runs his powerful tongue across the top of my mons where Ben had first applied the acid to the gold coating. It’s as though a cooling balm has been spread there and I can’t help a heartfelt sigh from escaping.

  “A little help brothers,” says Marlo.

  I’m not sure what he means by this but obviously Aurum and Vyran do because their fingers swoop into my slit from either side so they can spread me wide allowing Marlo to slide his healing tongue everywhere I still hurt.

  Any residual pain is gone in seconds with my body opening to him and silently willing his tongue to go deeper. When he flips my legs over his shoulders, he’s able to plunge it into me as deep as any cock, setting the gold ring vibrating in the process, but he pulls that superb tongue of his out again far too quickly for me to be happy, even if all traces of pain are now gone.

  “Aurum,” says Marlo, smacking the God of Gold on the back of his head and causing his teeth to graze my erect nipple, “Get rid of it.”

  “You bastard,” says Vyran, taking his mouth away from my nipple so he can smack Aurum around the back of the head, too, “You know the rules.”

  “What?” I’m unable to be any more coherent than this as I’m still buzzing from all the tongue action. “No, not the ring,” I gasp out when I realize what they’re talking about. But it’s as though I haven’t spoken for all the notice they take of me.

  “Fine,” says Aurum, his tone saying otherwise, as he slides off the bed. He waits while Marlo moves, and then takes the God of Iron’s place between my thighs. I’m expecting more sucking and slurping but instead Aurum spreads me wide and then drives his golden length deep inside of me without preamble.

  Because of the thinness of his gold fettyr, it feels far more like a human cock than his brothers’. That is until I feel the gold ring that surrounds my G-spot start to vibrate far more wildly than it ever has before. At first I think he must have some nodule on his fettyr for the sole purpose of stimulating the ring, but when he withdraws his cock, it’s smooth as glass.

  He’s shoved roughly to the side by Vyran who slips two of his fingers deep inside of me and has a good grope around before finally grunting in satisfaction. Not that he removes his fingers; instead leaving them where they are, absently massaging my G-spot. I can tell that the gold ring has gone by the lack of vibrations.

  “Go!” Vyran directs this command to Aurum, before turning to Marlo, “I owe you brother. Thank you.”

  With the merest of nods, the healer follows the strutting form of Aurum.

  “Now, where were me,” says Vyran, pulling his fingers clear only to immediately plunge them back in again the second the skins over the archway stop flapping.

  “I’ve missed you,” I gasp between his fingers sliding in and out of me. And I have. While I love having sex with Ben, my bond with Vyran is special.

  “And I you,” says Vyran, sliding his muscled body up next to mine while continuing to stroke me. “What’s your fancy?”

  “My fancy would be to have that gold ring back in place,” I gripe.

  “Fun for you, but extremely dangerous for us. I promise I’ll make it up to you, ten-fold.”

  His eyes darken with passion and I soon forget about the loss of the ring instead thinking on what could be ten times better. This has my sex throbbing in eagerness and my imagination goin
g loopy on me. I’m sure some of my wilder fantasies are physically impossible, but never say never when you’re dealing with someone like Vyran.

  I’m still working on my list of finalists when Vyran ruins my rosy glow.

  “I cannot risk Nysa though, my father has forbidden it,” he says, before slowly pulling his fingers free and running them up and over my clit, causing my hips to arch of their own volition.

  Father? I guess he has to have one; I simply haven’t given it any thought. I’m also not sure how I feel about my sex life being discussed with some crusty old dude! Creepy or what?

  “But I have an idea,” says Vyran, before getting to his feet and leaning over to take my hand.

  It’s only once we’re outside and a good way down the path that leads to the woods below the caves that I speak up.

  “Ah, where are we going?” I hope it’s nowhere even more public because I’m currently wearing less than Vyran with that leather fettyr of his and I’m feeling particularly exposed out in the open like this.

  “Shhhh,” he says, over his shoulder.

  Not taking kindly to be shhhh’d, I stop in my tracks and yank my hand free of his. I’m about to give him a blast, but quick as lightning, he’s next to me and slaps his hand over my mouth.

  I’ve already gotten a good amount of palm between my teeth when he whispers in my ear.

  “We are not alone.”

  After dropping this bombshell, he takes his hand away from my mouth and gently pulls me just off the path before stopping so unexpectedly that I bump into him. I’m about to ask him why we aren’t making a dash for the trees when I hear someone stomping our way. I quickly shift positions so that I’m behind him because there’s no way in hell I want some stranger checking me out.

  “Remain still and silent until I say it’s safe,” Vyran whispers, urgently over his shoulder.

  I’m puzzling over this crazy instruction when a moment later four men clomp out of the trees and up the path towards us. Besides being armed to the teeth, they’re also sporting fluoro orange vests, labelling them firmly as hunters and also the first men I’ve seen in the Nyphrazi realm who are actually wearing clothes. I, on the other hand, have never felt so naked literally and figuratively in my entire life.