by Randi Darren
Not quite sure what to say to that, Vince laid his head back down.
He felt Leila’s hands pull down his pants, then let them drop from his knees to the floor.
“O-oh. It’s bigger than Mouth said,” Leila said.
Fingers curled around his shaft, which was rapidly hardening at where his thoughts were going and the clear path of Leila’s action.
“I ever tell you that Gnome women have problems with non-Gnome men?” Leila asked, the warm caress of her breath sliding over his cock and lower abdomen.
“Once, but you didn’t explain it.”
“We’re not… built… for it. Not really. We can get there, but… it’s not quick. You’ll need to let me take charge for the first month. At the very least. And when you do take charge, you need to get me warmed up. Every time. A lot,” Leila said.
Vince felt a soft, wet sensation along the rim of his tip.
“I can do that,” he said immediately.
His tip was pulled to one side, and he immediately felt Leila take the first few inches into her mouth.
“Mmhmm,” she moaned around his girth, her lips moving back till he slipped out. “I figured you wouldn’t mind. I promise… it’ll be worth it.”
Laying his hands behind his head, Vince got comfortable.
Leila’s mouth came back and took him deeper this time, moving more than halfway before she slid him back out. This time she didn’t let him fall free of her lips, and she bobbed forward again once she reached the tip.
Slowly, she fell into a gentle and exploring rhythm. Her head slid back and forth, taking more of him into her mouth each time.
A minute in and she hit his hilt. It felt like his tip was lodged in her throat, stretching it out.
Glancing down, Vince saw Leila’s mouth, wide and stretched around his member. Her huge eyes watched him. Glittering and purple.
Unable to tear his eyes away from her lovely face, he watched her continue to blow him from hilt to tip with each motion.
Impressively, she didn’t seem to have a problem with his size, her throat contracting around him easily each time.
Taking a hold of the base of his length with a hand, she pulled him out of her mouth and then crawled off her disc to settle her hips down above his own.
“Mouth has been helping me,” she said, her cheeks a bright red. “I have no experience, so… she… she’s been instructing me.
“She also helped me break my hymen so tonight wouldn’t hurt.”
“And what did that cost you?” Vince asked, curious.
He could feel Leila’s thighs against his stiff and wet member. Reaching down, she pulled her robe over her head and tossed it to one side.
She looked exactly as he remembered her. Mature, ripe, womanly.
Just small.
“Never you mind,” Leila said, and reached between her thighs.
Leaning forward, she pressed her left hand to his chest and angled her hips.
She managed to fit the head against her entry and then began to move her hips downward.
Leila had a face full of concentration and a touch of pain.
She was entirely invested into fitting him into her body, her eyes looking through his chest as she moved.
Shuddering, Leila’s face turned a deep red as her eyes drifted up towards his.
“Hurts a little… but feels good,” she said, smiling at him. Leaning into him, she drew up towards him and then moved back down, taking more of his length into her depths.
Leila’s eyes closed and she arched her back as she squirmed down along him.
“Really good,” she murmured.
Laying his right hand atop hers, Vince began to feed a slow stream of magic into her.
Leila gasped, her eyes sliding open, and she gave him a smile.
“That’ll make this easier… a little more?” Leila asked, her tone warm.
Vince opened up the flow a bit more, watching her eyes. They tended to react quickly.
In seconds, they started to dilate with pleasure and magical drunkenness. If that wasn’t obvious enough, Leila started to grind her hips deeper and deeper onto him. Like it didn’t bother her at all anymore.
In three serious thrusts, she’d taken him all the way to the hilt inside of her.
She felt incredibly tight. Tight to the point that Vince had to wonder if she might burst internally.
“Nnnnnmmmm, it doesn’t hurt at all anymore. It feels so good. My skin is tingly and it feels like my innards are on fire,” Leila murmured. “No more than that, though. I feel so drunk already.”
Leila started to pant between her teeth as she rolled her hips back and forth against him.
Each and every time, she slid him out to her entry only to spear him home into herself fully.
Grunting and groaning, Leila rode him violently, her body bucking against him.
Reaching up with his left hand, Vince fondled her breasts. His fingers toyed with her nipples lightly.
Leila groaned and pushed her chest out into his hand, then started to quiver violently.
She dropped down onto his hilt and ground her hips into him. Moaning, he could feel her slick and tight walls flexing and convulsing all over him.
As quickly as her climax came over her, Leila slumped down onto his chest, taking in gulping breaths.
“Roll me over and finish me, Vince,” she got out between gasps. “Just keep the flow going to keep me gooey.”
Vince pulled out of her and slid his left arm around her shoulders. In a smooth motion, he carried her up to the center of the bed and laid her on her back.
He laid his right hand into hers, the flow of magic still going.
“Don’t break me,” Leila said, her dilated and huge eyes staring up at him. She gave him a full smile as her legs and hips spread fully apart for him. “But take me a little rough.”
Vince grinned and then re-entered her in one stroke.
Leila moaned, her free hand resting behind his neck.
“Just a smidgen more magic? I wanna feel you load me up in two different ways at the same time,” Leila asked. “Fill my little body with your seed.”
She gets dirty when she’s like this? That’s fantastic.
Moving his hips carefully, Vince thrust back and forth. Plying Leila with magic and his shaft at the same time.
Leila’s eyes were hooded as she watched him from below. Her lips parted and she moaned loudly each and every time he pushed into her.
“Yes, yes. Vince… give me everything. Just like your Dryads. Wear me out and fill me up,” Leila muttered.
Unable to help himself, Vince climaxed quickly. Pushing down on Leila, he buried his tip deep into her womb, as if he wanted to get it into her middle.
“Mmmmnnnn,” Leila groaned, her eyes closed, as she lifted her hips into him and pulled at him with her ankles.
He could feel that she was coming again.
Cranking the magic flow up to maximum, he drowned her as he filled her.
Leila moaned deeply, her eyes rolling back into her head, and she fell limp under him. Thrusting into her a few more times, Vince finished as she lay twitching there in the throes of a magical climax.
Settling down atop her as she continued to constrict and shudder around his length, he held on to her.
A minute later and the magical flow shut off on its own, and Leila finally fell out of her orgasm.
Rolling to one side and pulling free of Leila’s quivering channel, Vince lay down next to her.
Leila moaned softly, then moved into the crook of his arm, resting her face on his chest.
“So good,” she mumbled, then dropped straight off into sleep.
Chapter 11
Vince woke up slowly. His eyes felt heavy and his body warm and loose.
Forcing his eyelids upward, he found Leila’s face an inch from his own. She was sleeping, her hair slightly tangled and her lips parted.
Carefully, he slid his arm out from under her head.
Moving no more than an inch, he was surprised when her large eyes snapped open and her purple irises focused on him.
They were vacant for a second or two, before her brain woke up.
“V-Vince,” she said. Her eyes flicked down as she pressed her hands to him, her fingers curling slightly.
“Morning, Leila,” Vince said, laying his head back down and smiling at her. Lazily, he curled his arm around her shoulders.
“I-I don’t… that is… uhm… morning,” said the soul-stealing Warlock demurely. Her eyes finally came back to his.
A full blush had suffused her cheeks, and she looked embarrassed and excited.
“Can I speak with Fes when we get back about being a wife?” Leila asked.
“Strange morning-after talk, but yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” Vince reached over and gently tucked a strand of her hair behind an ear. “How ya feeling? You made it seem like Gnomes tend to rip and shatter when they get involved with other races. Then you went all crazy on me.”
Leila chuckled nervously, her face turning a deep and dark red.
“Yes. Normally that’s true… uhm, I’m alright. Everything… down there… feels incredibly sore. But not painful.
“The magic flow really helped.”
“Glad to hear it. Too sore to go again right now?” Vince said, leaning in toward her. Carefully, he rolled her onto her back, his right hand slipping down to her hip.
“Ahhhh, yes. I think you really would rip me. But… uhm… tonight… if you can? I’d like to try it again.”
Leila had put both her hands to his shoulders as if to stop him from going any further.
“As you like, but I doubt it. Yaris will know I’m here by now and if I don’t miss my guess, she’ll drag me into bed.”
“She’s very concerned about being in your bed,” Leila said seriously.
“That she is. I get the impression it has to do with a talk she had with Berenga.
“Anyways,” Vince said, then kissed Leila once. “Time to start the day. I should probably—”
There was a riotous explosion, followed by several more.
Everything trembled and shook.
Rolling out of bed, Vince snatched up his belongings and got into them as quickly as he could. Even as all the sound around him was explosions and violence.
“What’s going on!?” Leila shouted over the din.
“I don’t know; it sounds like bombs going off but I don’t know how that’s possible!”
Vince slammed his feet home into his boots, threw on his saber and flew out the entry.
Practically running over Red in the process.
“Vince! The world is ending!” Red said, coming in close to him.
“I don’t think it’s—”A particularly loud and close boom shook Vince’s teeth in his head. Dirt sprayed in every direction, spattering off everyone nearby.
“Let’s find Petra and get out of here! Go grab Leila!” Vince shouted at Red, suddenly agreeing about the end of the world.
Wails, screams, and yells surrounded him as everything began to shake and detonate.
Moving at a quick run, Vince beelined it for Petra’s command building.
And stopped when he got within sight of it.
The whole thing was a fiery inferno. There’d be nothing in there alive.
Vince was spun to one side and found himself staring up into Petra’s face.
“This one must order her husband to flee!” Petra said, getting in close to him. “They’re using artillery! We have no defense against this. The entire army is going to pull back and begin digging trenches. Everyone must fall back to the Vegas defensive line!
“They’ll follow this up with a very strong push. This one must go order her forces back.”
Vince nodded quickly.
The Vegas line was only a line on paper. It marked a long stretch of land that ran along the border, a flat expanse of no-man’s fields with little to nothing in the way of features.
She gave him a bright smile and darted in to kiss him quickly.
Petra then shoved Yaris into Vince’s arms.
“This one loves you, Master. Husband. Go, this one will track you down later,” she said and dashed away, shouting orders at her people as she went.
Yaris’s eyes were wide, her hands clenching to Vince.
“Husband, I’m—I’m not sure what to do,” she squeaked. Then she buried her face into his shoulder as an artillery shell went off nearby, spraying dirt all over them.
She’s not made for the front lines. My poor Yaris.
Vince scooped her up and threw her over a shoulder. She’d only slow him down if he tried to let her make her own way.
“Sorry dear, but hang on,” Vince said. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Red holding a scantily clad Leila, who was struggling in her grasp.
“The Gryphon!” Vince said to Red, who nodded her head immediately.
Setting off at a run, Vince angled for where he’d tethered his Gryphon. The quickest way out would be by the air now.
A shell went off not far away, the shockwave and fire forcing Vince down a small alley between pitched tents. His choices had been to move or get flame washed.
Keeping himself low, Vince kept moving, trying to stay in line with his destination.
Bursting out the other side of the alley, he spun on his heel and went sprinting as fast as he could.
Dodging around soldiers who were packing, running, or dying, Vince couldn’t keep a thought straight in his head.
From the very moment the Tri-lliance had invaded to now, it felt like everything had been a never-ending failure.
Nothing was going his way at all.
Only when he got involved did things go right, and then only when he could impact things directly.
Turning the corner around a large supply tent, Vince finally saw the landing field he’d hitched his Gryphon to.
Except it wasn’t there.
The leash was there, but it looked as if it’d been snapped clean off.
“Damnit,” Vince muttered.
It must have snapped the line when the explosions started. We never trained it for such loud noises. It probably spooked and bolted.
More than likely winging its way back to Yosemite.
“Red thinks we should take horses and go!” shouted the Beastkin.
Nodding at that, Vince turned and started back into the camp. They needed to get to the far side where the horses were picketed. If they could get two, they’d be able to get out much quicker.
It’d only been a few minutes since the explosions started, but the camp was already a ghost town.
No soldiers remained that weren’t wounded to the point of immobility or simply dead.
Vince came to a stop, looking through the peaked tent tops.
“I don’t think we can get there,” Vince said.
“Why?” Yaris asked from his shoulder.
“Because I think that’s—” Vince paused as he saw Tri-lliance soldiers picking their way through the campsite. “Because they’re already here, and it’s why the shells stopped falling.”
Turning, Vince started running towards the Vegas line.
“Red, I want you out ahead leading us along!” Vince shouted to the Beastkin. “Try to keep us out of the grouping of our own soldiers. I’d prefer to break contact with the enemy over keeping with our own soldiery.”
“Red understands!”
Moving past him and ranging out ahead, Red loped along, Leila clutched to her shoulder.
The Gnome was hanging on to Red for dear life, her panicked face and eyes locked on Vince as she went by.
“This is madness,” Yaris said. “How are we supposed to stand up to this? Where did they even find those things?”
“Doesn’t matter. Maybe they robbed the emperor, maybe they found them in the south, maybe they made them. Regardless, they have them.
“But they clearly didn’t want to use them unless they had to. I suppose in the end, we forc
ed their hand.”
“I take cold comfort in that, dear,” Yaris said.
“As do I. But that does mean it’s more likely the emperor won’t have to face these. Which means he’s more likely to hold out against their army or win.
“And if that happens, it’ll hopefully lessen our own problems.”
“Unless he makes an accord with them separately,” Yaris said. “It’s… it’s what I would do if I were in a stalemate.”
Vince felt his mind shriek at the idea of it.
But she wasn’t wrong. It was the smart play. A white peace for the time being in the hopes that you can prepare to counter-attack or withstand them next time.
Personally, Vince thought it a losing proposition, but if the alternative was a long, drawn-out war, it might be the only option.
“How far away is this… Vegas line?”
“A ways, why?” Vince asked.
“I think you’ll need to put me down at some point. I’ll do my best to keep up, but I don’t think carrying me like this is good for either of us,” Yaris said. “Besides… I might be pregnant again, and I don’t think bouncing around on your shoulder would be good.”
Great.
“I think we should head for Yosemite and leave the fight to Petra. We need to send the Dwarves to help her. She said she needed trenches, didn’t she?” Yaris asked.
“Yeah. You’re right. We’ll do that. Maybe we can see what else we can do there,” Vince said.
He really didn’t feel like he had much in the way of options open to him right now.
***
Weary, foot-sore, and incredibly tired, Vince stared at the gates of Yosemite.
For the second time in a month, he was returning in abject failure.
“Sweetling, you look terrible. What’s going on?” Meliae asked, having been waiting just outside the gate for him. “You brought Yaris home as well?”
“The south is completely overrun. We’re falling back to the Vegas line to start digging trenches. We need to send any of the Dwarves that are willing to go and can be spared. It’s going to be an extensive amount of digging, I think,” Vince said, coming to a stop in front of Meliae.
Red, Leila, and Yaris trooped by, all three of them looking like they wanted to collapse into a bed and sleep.
