LUST & ADVENTURE

by Misty Vixen

DISCLAIMER

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can safely ignore this disclaimer.

If you’re a fan and you read Lust & Adventure in its original incarnation, i.e. a collection of episodic short stories, then you might be wondering what’s different between that version and this one. I want to be clear.

Basically nothing.

This novel covers Episodes I through VI of the original series, as well as the bonus short stories from Collections I & II.

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Table of Contents

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

OTHER TITLES

ABOUT ME

CHAPTER I

“You're sure it's here?” Layla asked.

Rachel sighed. “Yes, I'm sure. The map is clear. This is it, this is the place we're looking for. We need to get in there and get it.”

“There's a lot of goblins...”

“You're really worried? Come on, you've got me,” Morgan said.

Layla glanced back at the half-giantess. Normally the nine-foot woman filled her with confidence whenever they were facing down a threat. Besides her huge stature, which was an intimidating factor all its own, she knew her stuff when it came to swordplay. Not that she really had to, all she had to do was connect her blade with who or whatever they were fighting and that was it, they were dead. And Layla herself was an accomplished archer. For whatever reason, it had been considered an odd thing for a felis to do.

She supposed when you came with your own retractable claws and heightened senses, it came more naturally to be the up close and personal kind of combatant. But she'd gone against that when she found out how good she was at archery.

And then there was Rachel. A necromancer and a good one at that, more than decent at offensive combat. Especially with anything related to fire.

But...there were a lot of goblins.

Currently, she and Rachel were laid out flat on the top of a hill that overlooked the crumbling ruin Rachel insisted the next piece was in. Being so huge and easy to spot, Morgan was crouched behind them, out of sight.

“So what, you wanna leave?” Rachel whispered harshly.

“No, of course not. If you're sure, you're sure. I'm just trying to figure out how we're going to deal with this.”

Of course, it fell on her. Morgan was happy enough to defer to her judgment. Really, she was just here for the adventure of it all. Rachel was smart, to be sure, but it was more book smart, she wasn't exactly the best strategist. Not that Layla could really claim that either, but she had more experience than Rachel did when it came to matters of combat and planning.

She studied the ruins with her sharp gaze. It was an old abandoned fort, (wasn't it always? Forts littered this damned country.) There was a large, open courtyard in front of the fort, the whole thing encased in a partially collapsed brick and mortar wall. There were easily several dozen goblins moving in the courtyard area, what had once been a training and exercise yard. They had small makeshift tents and wooden structures. Who knew how many more were in the ruin itself? There were probably around a hundred of the things.

Layla hated goblins.

On top of being unnecessarily aggressive and vicious, they reeked. She wasn't sure how intelligent they were. Obviously intelligent enough to have their own little pseudo-societies, but they made it a point to attack anyone and everyone that wasn't a goblin. They were berserking xenophobes and had no problem laying waste to villages or caravans. She'd always thought that if they ever organized, they'd be a force to be reckoned with.

“We go in through the back,” Layla said finally.

“Real strategic,” Rachel muttered. “I could've told you that.”

“These forts all usually had a back entrance, at least into the structure itself. We can probably get through the wall since it's in shit shape. I don't suppose you've had any more practice at sound reduction spells or invisibility?”

Rachel shook her head as they backed away from the hilltop. “No. I still suck at any stealth related spells,” she replied.

Layla sighed. “Of course. All right, this is what we'll do...Rachel and I will go into the fort. Morgan, you'll hang around the back as backup. If we need you, we'll call, you come running and save us,” she said.

“As usual,” Morgan replied.

Layla rolled her eyes. “You ready for this?”

They both nodded.

“Well, let's get down there.”

…

The trip back down the hill and around through the forest that surrounded the old fort was uneventful and a bit nerve-racking. It was all too easy to hear the sounds of the goblin group now, carried easily on the winds that blew through the trees. Their harsh, guttural language of short, clipped words, their occasional screams that might signify anything from pain to surprise to joy. Layla found herself thinking of past experiences with goblins. They always traveled in groups and they seemed to take a perverse joy in wanton slaughter.

Their luck held and they managed to find a hole in the back wall. They slipped in through it and checked the area for any goblins that might have wandered off away from the others. There was nothing waiting for them.

“All right, try to stay out of sight,” Layla said as they found the back entrance.

Morgan snorted. “Something I do easily.” She took a seat inside the arched hallway they now stood inside. “Either don't take too long or need my help. I didn't come all this way to sit around doing nothing.”

“We'll try not to take too long,” Rachel replied.

“Just be ready, there's a lot of them,” Layla said.

“Mmm-hmm.”

Layla led the way down the stone corridor with Rachel behind her. As they started making their way as quickly and quietly as possible through the old fort, Layla found her mind turning to how she'd gotten wrapped up in all this.

Rachel was her oldest friend. They'd grown up together in a small coastal town called Blue Bay. Layla was a third generation felis, her grandparents having come from the felis homeland across the sea years and years ago. Her parents had been vague on why. Rachel, who she first remembered as a scraggly pale girl with ratty strawberry blonde hair and dirt on her hands, was her first friend. They met at a young age and had an immediate liking of each other. For the first seven years or so they were like any other child.

Then everything changed when they hit puberty. Rachel was very attuned to the natural magical fields that flowed around and through everything. There was a school of necromancy in Blue Bay and they were respected, if a bit feared. So off Rachel had gone, to become a necromancer. They still saw each other, but not nearly as much. In the meantime, Layla's own parents were trying to help guide her into adulthood, which was still years off then. They wanted her to be a hunter, like they were, and she didn't mind this.

She was good at it, but, more importantly, she was good with a bow and arrow.

Skip ahead about a decade and a half. Layla and Rachel were still best friends...but they had their own lives. They saw each other perhaps once every three months. Layla had been wandering from town to town, never quite happy any place, making her living as a huntress, sometimes hunting food, sometimes hunting monsters.

All at once, three weeks ago, Rachel had found her one night at an inn and told her she needed her help, very badly.

She was looking for an artifact.

At the time, Layla had been hanging out with another friend she'd picked up a few years ago. A half-giantess named Morgan who alternated her life between living alone in the woods in a house she'd built herself, (and seducing young men into her bed whenever she could, from the stories she told), and heading out into the world to sate her lust for adventuring and wandering. Rachel said that she'd made a discovery and needed to act on it.

Right now.

And they'd been 'acting on it' ever since. Layla didn't mind. In fact, she was happy for the adventure, she'd been getting kind of bored recently and this was definitely something that was interesting. But, if she did have one complaint, it was that they'd just been going and going and going with no real breaks, no real fun. Okay, she had two complaints, and this second one was probably more important.

She wanted to hire a healer.

But Rachel was adamant. She'd been reluctant enough as it was to let Morgan in on it but Layla had convinced her that it was probably going to be dangerous in this wide variety of places that they'd be investigating and searching. She'd relented on Morgan, but felt confident enough that they could get by on healing potions.

It had worked...so far.

Layla heard string of goblin tongue come from up ahead and she froze. They'd been navigating the network of stone corridors, trying to find their way up. They were looking for the captain's quarters, that's where this thing they were looking for would be. And those were always on the second story of these old military forts. Unfortunately, it seemed that, more often than not, the best way up was through the main hall.

And that's where the voices were coming from.

The hallway was largely unlit, hidden in shadows, offering at least some protection. Layla indicated silently to Rachel that she should stay put, then she moved into a crouch-walk, getting up close to the hallway's end. Sure enough, as she peered out into the main hall, she saw a good two dozen goblins.

Inside, the smell was worse.

She studied the goblins, frowning deeply. They were about her height, close to six feet, their skin a deep, leathery green, wearing little more than loincloths and straps. They had several fires going, greasy meals cooking. They didn't seem on the alert, which was good. In fact, about half of them were snoozing.

Even better.

Although the sun was out and there weren't many clouds in the sky, the edges of the room were cast in shadow, as it was late in the day. Layla could see a fairly clear path to a stairway. She knew it was a big gamble, but if they were lucky and careful, they could probably make it through. And at the moment, it was their best bet, short of wandering around the area looking for another way up or going back outside and scaling up the wall. The first of which would probably be fruitless, the second of which would be dangerous.

She motioned for Rachel to join her, and when she did, she froze, paling even more than usual. She looked at Layla, who had set her features into a hard, grim stare. She pointed, indicating the route they would take. Rachel studied it, hesitated, the nodded slightly, relenting. Slowly, carefully, after studying the goblins for a bit longer, they departed from the hallway and began to sneak along the edge of the room.

At first, it seemed to go fairly well. They made it along the first wall, all the way to the corner, without any trouble and in a reasonable amount of time. As they started making their way along the second wall, headed towards the stairway, they froze and prepared for the worst as one goblin let out a furious scream.

Layla looked over, going for her bow and arrow, but then stopped as she saw two goblins fighting over something. She let out breath slowly and resumed her walk, tugging Rachel along behind her, both of them moving a little faster. Now there was a distraction. All the goblins in the immediate area seemed intent on watching the fight.

They reached the stairway, which was huge and stonework and crumbling, built into the wall they were next to. The pair started to go up it. Layla was just beginning to allow herself to think that they might actually at least get upstairs without raising the alarm when, all at once, she heard Rachel gasp. As she turned around to see what had caused this, she saw the woman falling. Part of the crumbling stairs had given out from beneath her feet. She hit the stairs and let out a short bark of pain. On top of that, the piece that had fallen away began banging loudly down the stairs, all the way back down to the floor.

Layla looked over at the goblins.

They were all staring at her and Rachel now. A beat of silence passed. Layla grabbed for her bow and, sucking in a lungful of air, she screamed: “MORGAN!”

Then one of the goblins let out a furious shrieking scream. Then another one did. And another, and soon they all were.

And they were coming for them.

“Dammit!” Rachel yelled as she regained her feet and snatched her staff off her back.

Both women opened fire at the same time. A fireball escaped the tip of Rachel's staff, hitting the lead goblin and taking it out, as well as the two behind it. Layla notched and drew back her first arrow, taking aim and then letting it fly the second she had a bead drawn. It sailed through the air and buried itself in another goblin's eye. She immediately notched, drew back, and let fly a second arrow, which flew into a screaming goblin's mouth and exploded out the back of its neck in a flurry of blood. They were doing well, but there were so many of them...

As fast as Layla and Rachel were, the goblins were gaining ground, especially now that all the ones from outside were coming in to investigate what all the noise was about. Layla was about to call out for Morgan again, suddenly paranoid that the woman might not have heard her...and that was when the half-giantess entered the room through the hallway they'd come in through just moments before. She was crouching as she barreled into the room but when she was free of the corridor, she stood to her full height and drew her blade.

The goblins all stopped and turned to stare at her, to marvel at her perhaps. For a second, Layla thought Morgan might be enough to scare them off, it had happened before. But, instead, the goblins let out a resounding cry and charged for her, eager for the new challenge. Morgan met them just as eagerly. She swung her huge broadsword around in a wide arc, cutting cleanly through five of the goblins and sending their bodies flying.

“Go,” Layla said as she notched another arrow to help out Morgan. “Find the piece so we can get out of here. Hurry.”

Rachel lingered for a moment, clearly wanting to stay and help, but she understood the logic, nodded tightly and took off up the stairs. Layla set to work. She fired off an arrow, then another, and a third, getting into that grove when she was in a target-rich environment and a lot of enemies needed to die quickly.

She took down half a dozen of them as Morgan continued slicing and dicing. But she wasn't sure if it was going to be enough. There were so many of them. Then Morgan cried out. Layla saw that one of the goblins had sank a dagger into one of her huge thighs. Morgan physically picked up the goblin and threw it the length of the whole room where it smashed into a wall. Then she cried out again as an arrow sailed through the air and hit her, burying itself in her shoulder. Layla cursed and kept up her rate of fire, putting down another ten of them in quick succession. As she reached for another arrow, suddenly, a goblin appeared in front of her.

It must have climbed up the side of the stairway. It screamed at her, brandishing a dagger, and it reached out, slashing. Layla yelled and cursed as the dirty blade cut across her neck and chest. She fell back, her hand dropping to her hip where she grabbed her own dagger, snatched it out and stabbed the bastard in the neck.

The goblin fell screaming from the stairwell, taking her dagger with it. Layla made herself focus, grabbing for another arrow. She could feel that the cuts weren't too deep. She could keep going. As she regained her vantage point, she felt her stomach go cold. There were easily a good thirty of the goblins left, possibly more.

Nothing to do but to keep fighting.

She aimed and fired, aimed and fired.

Morgan kept swinging her huge sword left and right, not really needing to do much more than that. But still the goblins kept coming.

Layla was seriously beginning to worry until, all at once, a tremendous ball of fire, easily ten times the size of the ones Rachel had been shooting earlier, came from above and hit the central mass of the goblins. A good dozen of them were incinerated, the rest were thrown clear of the blast, their flaming bodies sailing through the air and slamming into walls or tossed back outside. Layla looked up and saw Rachel standing on a balcony overlooking the main hall. She looked even paler than usual and strained and sweaty from great concentration.

That must have taken quite a lot of effort and magic from her.

But it had gotten the job done, she couldn't see any more of the ugly things. She could see Morgan, however, and the woman had fallen to one knee, clutching at her stomach. “Oh shit!” Layla snapped, jogging down the stairs.

“I'm fine,” Morgan replied, but she didn't sound good. “Just need a health potion.”

“We don't have all that many left,” Layla replied.

“I'm sorry,” Rachel said, sounding exhausted as she started making her way around and down the stairway.

Layla got to Morgan first, fumbling in her pack for a health potion. She found it and passed it to the big woman. She'd taken easily a dozen hits. Four arrows stuck out of her and there were a lot of cuts on her legs and arms. She drank the first potion, downing the whole thing, then she pulled the arrows out of her and drank a second potion.

“Damn,” she said, sitting down heavily on the stonework floor. Rachel stood nearby, looking anxious.

“Are you okay?” she asked cautiously.

“Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry, it takes a lot more to put me down...Layla, you're bleeding,” Morgan replied.

“Shit,” Layla said, at that moment she finally remembered her own wound. It wasn't really life-threatening but it really hurt.

“I'm sorry,” Rachel repeated as Layla pulled out their final health potion.

“It's fine, it wasn't your fault,” Morgan replied.

Layla drank a quarter of the health potion, then corked it and replaced it. Then she turned and fixed Rachel with a firm stare. “We're hiring a healer.”

“What? Layla, no-”

“No, you Gods-damn listen to me, Rachel!” Layla snapped. Rachel closed her mouth with a snap, her eyes widening. Layla couldn't remember the last time she'd actually raised her voice against Rachel. She probably hadn't done it since they were kids. “We could have died Rachel. We came too close today. So you're going to suck it up and let me hire a fucking healer.”

Rachel stared at her in silence for a long time. Layla could tell that she was clearly weighing what to say, how to respond. How far would she go with this insistence? Layla had decided she was going to put her foot down, because she didn't want to see any of them dead. Healing potions were good, but they weren't the same as having a legitimate healer. And most adventuring groups, at least smart ones, had a healer.

Rachel then looked at Morgan, and so did Layla. The half-giantess wore an expression that stated quite plainly: hey, this is between you two.

She seemed happy enough either way.

Finally, Rachel let out a huff of resignation. “Fine,” she said. “We'll go to that village we saw on the way in and hire a fucking healer.”

Layla smiled. “Good...and thank you.”

“Can it be a cute guy?” Morgan asked as she stood up. Rachel looked at her and sighed. “A cute young guy?”

“Is that all you think about?” Rachel grumbled, turning away.

“No, but I do think about it a lot. It's hard for me to get laid...if you couldn't tell.”

“Yes, Morgan,” Layla said with a grin, hoping for something similar herself. “It can be a cute guy.”

Morgan smiled broadly. “Good! I noticed that the cute young ones are easier to seduce. Especially if they haven't had much experience. They're sex-starved...like me.”

“And me,” Layla said, feeling her own frustration settle in. She hadn't gotten laid once since they'd began this fantastic adventure.

“Ugh, whatever, can we go?” Rachel asked.

“No way,” Layla replied, her eyes sweeping the main hall. Obviously there were no more goblins around. The place had become silent and any survivors were probably half a mile away from here by now. “We just killed like fifty goblins and cleared out a whole camp and this ruin. We are going to spend the next three hours looting the shit out of this place.”

Rachel snorted. “Okay, yeah good point. I guess it's how we'll pay our healer.”

“I can think of a better way to pay him,” Morgan said.

Rachel rolled her eyes, turned and marched over to the nearest goblin corpse. She crouched and began to search it. Layla move to join her.

…

Alan stared down at the piece of parchment in his hand and realized that he was actually going to go through with this.

He'd given it a light layer of magical waterproofing, since it looked like there was rain on the horizon and he didn't know how long this was going to take. He'd written it out as cleanly as he could, trying to stick to the basics.

Healer for hire.

Six years training.

Willing to travel.

Pay negotiable.

Ask for Alan Wilde at the Twilight Inn.

Short, simple, to the point. He knew that adventurers and adventuring groups passed through small towns like his at least once a week, or so it seemed. With a sigh, he stuck it on a nail in the village board, where oddjobs and want ads were put up for people looking to hire or looking to make some gold came every day.

For a long moment, Alan stared at it, frowning. Did he really want to do this? Finally, with a soft sigh, he turned away and began walking back to the inn that was his home. As he walked, he tried to think about how he came to this.

Alan Wilde was a mage with a specialty in healing. He was quite good at it, like his parents before him, though his mother had been a combat sorceress who had a special talent for frost magic. And they were similarly good at magic, as were their parents before them. And so on. Alan came from a prestigious line of mages and sorceresses and combat magicians who had, in their own way, left their mark on history.

Or, barring that, at least lived a fantastic and interesting life.

His parents had had him late in life, in their late thirties, when they were finally ready to settle down. They chose the small town of Westwood, population barely numbering above five hundred. It was in the middle of nowhere, on the way to nowhere. A nice place to settle down. They'd raised their only child, Alan, and started training him at sixteen. Now he was twenty two, with six solid years of training behind him.

He was a very good healer, there was no doubt. And he was at least semi-competent at self-defense with fire and ice magic.

But he wasn't an adventurer.

And that was the root of his problem. His parents, his grandparents, for as far back as they could trace their family line, they were all, like their namesake, wild. But he wasn't. He preferred to stay inside and read or, if he was outside, take peaceful walks. The farthest he'd traveled from his home was to the nearby village of Birchwood, which was marginally larger and slightly more interesting. He didn't really feel the call for adventure. When his parents discovered this, they had at first been confused, then concerned, then, ultimately, disappointed. Though they were kind enough to at least try to hide it from him.

When he was seventeen he'd begun picking up oddjobs around town. By the time he was nineteen, he was good enough at magic that those jobs included healing minor wounds or helping create healing potions or other magical tasks. Last year, he'd set up a deal with the owner of one of the three local inns. (Inns were popular in small towns, as adventurers and merchants often wandered through, looking for places to stay for the night.) The man agreed to give him room and board in exchange for being an on-site healer and healing potion maker. It had been a good year and Alan liked living in a basement room at the Twilight Inn.

But he'd never forgotten that disappointed look his mother and father had given him when he told them, finally, firmly, that he intended to stay in Westwood. He didn't feel the call of adventure. Only...that wasn't entirely true. In the same way that his parents' disappointment nagged at him at least three times a week, the question of 'what might it be like?' kept surfacing in his mind. It had only been a background murmur but it had gotten worse lately. He found himself dreaming of traveling on the road, fighting monsters, raiding ruins...

And, well, he suspected that a good part of it might be sex.

He hadn't exactly done very well in that department so far. He'd had three relationships, (well, maybe two and a quarter). The first had been when he was fifteen. It had been cautious, sexless, and ultimately boring for both of them. It had sort of carried on for several months before they came to a mutual agreement to break it off. His second one had been a bit more interesting, when he was eighteen he'd asked the baker's daughter Wendy out and she'd said yes and it had been fun. There'd been lovemaking and walks around the village, but there was no...spark. So, this time, she'd been the one to break it off.

His third and final relationship, more of a fling than anything else, had come a little over two months ago. An adventurer, well, he supposed adventuress would be more appropriate, had shown up at the inn, looking for a room and food and healing potions. She'd been a stunning beauty: tall, made of lean muscle, with beautiful and vivid green eyes and short red hair. Her name had been Jasmine. She had, for whatever reason, taken an immediate liking to him and asked him, without the slightest hesitation, if he wouldn't mind letting her spend the night in his room. He'd stuttered out an affirmative response.

And it had been amazing.

She'd stayed there for four days and they'd had amazing, frantic, naked, sweaty sex all of the nights. When it was over, she'd smiled, kissed him, thanked him and then walked out of his life, leaving him feeling a bit alone and perplexed. He hadn't know relationships could be like that. He'd always wondered about flings or one night stands, but...it had left him in kind of a daze ever since, and, he surmised, had lit the fuse that led to where he was now.

Preparing to go adventuring.

Because those nights of passionate sex with, basically, a stranger, had awoken the vague yearnings for adventure that he sometimes did feel. So here he was, preparing to take his shot at heading out into the world and go on an adventure.

Alan finished his walk from the board back to the inn. He looked up at it. How familiar it had become over these past few years. He walked in through the front door. The place was relatively dead for now. It was headed towards night. If there were going to be any adventurers rolling through town, then it would more than likely be within the next few hours. They tended to come near the end of the day more than any other time.

“Hey, Alan, you got those potions ready? Where you been?” the owner of the inn, a gruff, balding man named Thomas, called.

“They're ready,” Alan replied. “I went for a walk.”

“...okay.”

“Need anything else?”

“No, we're good for now. If I see any adventurers come by, I'll make sure to send them down to your room.”

“Thanks.”

Alan headed down to the basement, towards his room. He felt like taking a bath. He'd been so nervous about simply writing that message and putting it up on the board that he'd ended up sweating a great deal. He'd had to work hard to keep his room with a tub. They were the more expensive ones, but he'd managed it in the end. He didn't have much money for himself, but he had a place to live and free food and the inn owner went half and half on the magical stuff he needed to make potions, so what did he need to buy?

Once he was in his room and had the door shut and locked, he started taking off his clothes, eager to be in the tub.

Now it was just a waiting game.

…

They'd made damned good haul.

It had taken a solid three hours to go through all the dead bodies, then the makeshift camp the goblins had set up, then the fort itself, (though that had mostly been picked clean by decades of looters.) The good news was that their packs and pockets were now bulging with gold coins and gems, (goblins were known to raid merchants and caravans for just such items), and they'd found a good stash of daggers, arrows, and swords after sorting through all the crap ones. Layla felt pretty confident about their ability to turn a profit.

Which was good, because they’d been headed towards broke before they'd come upon that ruin, and now they needed coin more than ever to hire the healer with. They'd been discussing that on their way up from the ruin and had finally settled on just letting him have a quarter of the proceeds they made from selling whatever stuff they could get their hands on from these raids. Presently, they were nearing a small settlement called Westwood.

“We aren't far from my home,” Morgan said.

“Really?” Layla replied. “You've never told me where you're actually from.”

“I don't know where I'm from originally, but I live just outside of another town not far from here called Birchwood,” Morgan said.

“You don't know where you're from?” Rachel asked.

Layla knew about Morgan's missing parents, but Rachel hadn't been told yet.

“Yeah. I was found by some humans and raised by them. Never found out about my parents, or if they did, they kept it from me. And I haven't found any giants yet.”

“You're half-giant though, right.”

“Yep.”

“Which means-”

“Which means a human had to have fucked a giant. I'm going to guess that my mom was the giant, since I don't think a human woman could physically birth me. Although maybe I'm wrong. Either way, it's a curiosity.”

“Huh,” Rachel murmured in reply.

Layla just smiled. “So how do we want to handle all this? I don't think there are going to be all that many shops open.”

“We should make camp at the edge of town and settle in for the night,” Morgan replied. “Then we can hit up all the shops tomorrow.”

“Makes sense,” Rachel said, stifling a yawn. Layla did yawn. It had been a really long day, especially after that damned battle.

“Well I want to go to sleep in an inn, a real bed with a real roof over my head,” she said.

“Hey, my tent has real beds,” Morgan replied.

Layla knew it did. Morgan had apparently never really hurt for coin, so she had gone all out and bought a custom made camp site in a bag. Essentially how it worked was that the whole camp site, the tent and furniture inside, was shrunk magically into a simple bag with a cinched drawstring. You threw it at the ground, said the activating word and then boom, you had a whole camp site ready to go for the night. It was very expensive but, as far as Layla was concerned, more than worth the cost. Despite this, Layla was craving civilization.

“I know, but I want to sleep in an inn. And hey, maybe I'll find a healer.”

“Fine,” Rachel said.

As they reached a reasonable distance from the edge of the settlement, they found a flat piece of land and Morgan decided that it would do.

“All right, I'll come back in the morning for you two,” Layla said, shrugging out of her pack and leaving it with them. She had her bow and quiver of arrows, a sheathed dagger, and a sackful of coins. All she'd really need in a pinch, and her shoulders were hurting anyway. She'd built up a lot endurance on the road over the years to be sure, but her frame was more lithe, more meant for speed rather than strength.

“Good luck,” Morgan called. “See if you can seduce a cute boy. If you can, share him.”

“I will,” Layla replied, unable to keep from smirking. She did plan to hop in bed with a guy if she could find one. Preferably a human or an elf. She'd had her share of felis men (and women) and they were fine and all, she just preferred variety in her sex life. She set off towards the small village of Westwood with something like hope.

…

Morgan watched Layla go as she retrieved her camp-in-a-bag from her pack.

“Here it goes,” she said, making sure there was nothing in the way and Rachel was a safe distance back. Then she tossed it towards the grass and said the activating word. There was a bright flash and a dull, low sound of displaced air and suddenly, there was a camp before them. It looked about average-sized. The edges of it were marked off by cleanly cut, sanded and polished wooden logs. A tent took up the middle. It looked no bigger than an average tent, certainly not big enough for a woman like Morgan, but she knew that it had the same trick the bag did: it was bigger on the inside than on the outside.

A table and four chairs, one of them much larger than the other, took up one area within the log perimeter and a combination hanging pot/spit-roast over a fire-pit took up another good portion of the available area.

“That's always impressive,” Rachel murmured.

“Yes it is,” Morgan agreed.

She walked into the camp, then ducked into the tent. Inside, it was much bigger. Her bed dominated the center of it, pressed up against the back canvas wall, with two smaller beds taking up more space to either side of it, each tucked into a corner. At the foot of each of these was a low chest where they kept their belongings. Morgan, a lover of ease and comfort, had had a small makeshift kitchen put into place, with polished wooden counter space, a place to wash and dry dishes, and even a magically cooled storage box for wine, cheese, meats, and anything else she felt like toting around. Finally, there was a washbasin in the far corner.

Both of the water supplies renewed themselves magically.

All very expensive, but she found the jobs she took gave her access to a lot of coin. As she set down her bulging pack by her bed, she glanced back at Rachel, who was fussing with her own pack. “Why are you so down on me and Layla finding a cute guy to screw?” she asked. Rachel looked up at her, seemingly startled. “I mean, we'll share, obviously...or are you not into sharing?”

“No, I...I'm fine with sharing I just...” she hesitated.

“You can tell me. Are you not into guys?”

“No, I'm into guys. I just...”

“Just what?” Rachel still hesitated. “Rachel, you can trust me. I'm not going to judge you. I'd like to think we've gotten to know each other fairly well over the past few weeks.”

“We have and I do like you a lot, Morgan. You're nice and I don't think that you'll judge me. It's just...okay, you talk about how you have a hard time getting laid. And I don't dispute that. But, well, you think it's easy for me?” she asked.

“Well...uh, yeah,” Morgan replied. “I mean, look at you.” When Morgan looked at Rachel, she saw an incredibly sexy, pale, busty strawberry blonde beauty wearing some seriously hot leather and lace.

“Yeah, look at me,” Rachel muttered. “I'm a necromancer.”

“Well...I mean, I know.”

“And that means it's really hard to find anyone who trusts me. We're kind of social outcasts. Tolerated at best. No one trusts necromancers. They trust female necromancers even less because if we try to get laid, it must be because we're seducing men out to some isolated location so we can preform evil, dark magical rituals on them and they'll never be seen again.”

“Oh...” Morgan murmured, a lot of it suddenly falling into place. She hadn't personally had almost any experiences with necromancers in her life.

“Yeah. Oh.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Me too. So, yeah, I kind of just...I don't know, I almost think I don't like sex anymore. I had to make myself give up on it, to stop expecting it, so it would stop hurting every time I got rejected, and eventually I just stopped looking for it.”

“Wow...I'm sorry, Rachel. But listen, I mean, I don't want to pressure you or anything, but if we find a guy that's willing to fuck me...then, well, I'm pretty confident he'll fuck you, too. And there do exist guys out there like that. I've had sex with more than a few of them. You just have to know what to look for.”

“Well...maybe. I dunno, I don't want to think about it,” Rachel said, turning back to her pack and commencing sorting out her gear.

“All right, fair enough,” Morgan replied, doing the same.

…

Layla found the town message board without too much trouble. The town itself seemed to be on the verge of sleep. The only people she passed were a few guards, who gave her some troubled glances but didn't actually stop her.

She suspected it was because they noticed the bulging coin purse attached to her belt. This, and her quiver of arrows and bow, marked her as an adventuress, and they were the lifeblood of small villages like these.

Well, perhaps not the lifeblood, but at least a healthy infusion of coin. They looked like they wanted to stop her though, and she knew what that was all about. Small town idiots enjoyed believing that felis and beryl were thieves and liars, up to no good, always. Same with elves, too, though the elves got it worse because the animosity between the two races had never really died off, lingering like a sickness for decades.

In the flickering torchlight of the town square, Layla turned her thoughts away from irritating racism and towards hiring a healer. It was probably a long shot but maybe she'd get lucky. Most of the papers up were poorly written and just want ads for oddjobs to haul something or clean something or fix something.

She almost gave up when her eyes locked onto a piece of paper that looked somehow more there than the others. The handwriting was neat, clean, and to the point. It offered exactly what she was looking for. A healer for hire, and his name was Alan Wilde. A slow smile spread across her face as she plucked the page from the board. As she did, thunder rumbled distantly. A storm was coming in. Good, she missed the rain.

Reading over it again, Layla set off deeper into the town, looking for the Twilight Inn and someone named Alan Wilde.

…

Alan sighed softly and looked around the inn.

For a moment, he felt almost like a minor lord, surveying all he owned. Except that he didn't own this inn in any sense of the word. No, it was just that Thomas was off for the night, (the man wanted his head hitting the pillow by sundown, which was fair, given that he had to get up at sunup). But he didn't want to lose any money, and he wanted Alan to work for his room and board, which was also fair, he supposed.

So, for an hour after nightfall, he tidied the place up, made sure everything was locked down, and tended to any late night travelers, merchants, and adventurers. So far, no one had shown up and his hour was almost up. He wanted to go back to his room. After his bath, he'd had a good meal and relaxed for a bit before he'd taken up this vigil. He had a book he wanted to finish up. Alan was walking slowly around the edges of the main eating area where all the tables were clean and all the chairs were pushed in, just waiting for his time to be up.

He glanced out the front windows out of habit and then stopped.

Someone was coming. A felis. An attractive, female felis. She was tall, trimly built and...not wearing very much. Just some traveling pants that had been cut very short and a shirt that was small enough to basically be a bra. She saw him looking at her, paused, catching his eyes with her beautiful yellow ones and he expected her to be unhappy that she'd caught a human leering at her, but a huge grin broke out on her face.

What did that mean?

She kept coming up the cobblestone pathway and Alan unlocked the door. As she got closer and into the light, he could see her muscles, small but well-defined beneath her short, beautifully patterned orange and yellow fur.

“Hello,” he said as she opened the door.

“Hi there...are you Alan Wilde?...please say yes,” she replied as she came into the inn.

“I am...uh, why?” He was sure he'd never seen her before, he felt confident he'd remember a felis, especially one so attractive. He'd seen felis before in his life but it was rare. They didn't like to hang around villages like his and he didn't blame them.

There were a lot of bad ideas about other races in towns like his.

“I found your ad,” she said, holding up his parchment.

Alan's eyes widened a bit in surprise. He'd hoped to get some kind of response...eventually. In fact, part of him had even hoped, (the part of him he had lived with for all these long twenty two years more than any other part), had expect a day to pass, then a few days, then a week, then perhaps two and he would have no callers, no takers. He would go and retrieve the ad and dispose of it and then he could safely say: Well, I tried.

Except here was a taker. Within four hours he'd had a taker.

“My name is Layla,” she said.

“Alan,” he replied, then immediately felt stupid because she already knew his name.

Instead of laughing at him, she just maintained her smile. What did that smile mean? It seemed to clearly indicate something. Maybe she was just in a good mood.

“We should talk,” she said. “And I need a room for the night.”

“Okay, um, I can do that.”

“Do you live here? Or are you just staying here?” she asked.

“I, uh, live here,” he replied. Was it his imagination or was there something almost...sexual in the way she was standing? It had to be his imagination. He'd always fantasized about an erotic encounter with a felis. He always thought they were so beautiful and, well, he'd be lying if he said it wasn't at least somewhat born of the forbidden nature of the encounter. People would be simply aghast if they learned he'd slept with a felis or a beryl or an elf.

“Maybe we could talk in your room? And do you have anything to eat?”

“I do,” he replied. “And, uh, we could. Um...yes, come on.”

He felt his pulse quicken as he locked back up and then put out the rest of the candles and torches, then guided Layla down into the basement, where his own room was. There was no reason to think that she wanted to...well, get intimate with him. It was silly to think it, he'd literally just met this woman.

And yet...that smile. It reminded him of the smile that the sexual goddess he'd slept with before had given him before basically jumping him. And she was an adventuress after all...so maybe not so much a fantasy?

He allowed himself a small ration of hope as they came to his room. He would simply let things play out. At least he wouldn't have to worry about both of them waiting for the other to make the first move. Women like Layla seemed not to have a problem being blunt about their wants. He led her into his room.

“Wow, nice place,” she said, looking around.

He didn't think it was all that nice. Lived-in, at least, but not nice. He'd shoved his bed, a desk that was scattered with all sorts of magically-related items, a dresser, two small chests, one he kept magically cooled for his own food, and a table with two chairs into the room. Plus, there was the sunken tub full of water. Luckily, he knew basically a 'clean' spell that refreshed the water after he got out of the tub each time.

“I like it,” he replied, a little lamely. They sat down at the table together.

“So...uh, you're looking to hire me?” he asked.

“Yes. I am. I'm currently traveling with two others and we're...looking for certain objects across the land. It's dangerous but we can handle ourselves. We had a close call and I decided we needed a healer, just in case.”

“Okay...that sounds, uh, interesting. What are you looking for?”

“If you agree to this and I think you're...sufficient, we'll let you in on it,” Layla replied.

“Fair enough.”

“What are your qualifications?”

“Well, my parents were both adventurers, my father was a very good healer. He started seriously training me when I was sixteen. I'm twenty two now.”

“Okay. Lots of practice. And it looks like you've got a good setup over there,” Layla said, nodding at his desk. “Are you a virgin?”

“What?” Alan blurted out in surprise.

“Are you a virgin, Alan? Have you ever had sex?”

“I...no, I'm not a virgin. I've had girlfriends, I've had...sex.”

Layla smirked. “You're not just lying to impress me, are you?”

“No!”

“Okay. I believe you. Now, I want to put you through a test. To get a feel for your abilities,” Layla said.

“Uh, what kind of test?”

“This kind.” Her hand, which had been beneath the table, came up suddenly. She had a dagger in it. She put the tip into her bicep and sliced down. Grimacing, she said, “fix me.”

Alan had jerked away from the table in surprise and for a few seconds all he could do was stare at her, dumbfounded. Then, something seemed to snap back into place in his head and he raised his hands. Summoning energy from the magical field that surrounded them at all times, he tapped into it and released a healing spell focused on her arm. A white light drifted across the room and seemed to cover her injured area, then be adsorbed into it.

She waited a few seconds, then stood, slowly moving her arm around. She began nodding. “Wow, Alan, you're good,” she said, running her hand up and down the unbroken flesh and fur. “I mean really good. It feels great.”

“You're crazy, you know that?” he replied. He wasn't angry, more shocked.

She laughed and fixed him with her yellow stare again. “Maybe just a little,” she admitted. “But hey, you gotta be a little crazy to willingly walk into dungeons and caves and ruins, to fight monsters and try to steal from them.”

He supposed she had a point there.

“Okay, if you want the job, it's yours. We'll offer you a great place to sleep, we've got a good camp site, food, a chance for action and a quarter of the profits we make from selling off all the stuff we loot from the dungeons and ruins. What do you say?”

Alan stared at her for a long moment, considering it, uncertain of whether or not he was going to do this.

Layla sensed his hesitation and then she smiled. She took off her bow and quiver, setting them down on the table. “Would it help your decision at all if I told you that I am totally down to fuck? Not just once but like...a lot if we travel together. And that the other two women I travel with, who are both really hot, might be willing to fuck you, too?”

“I...seriously?”

“Yeah, we don't mind sharing.”

Maybe he was thinking with his dick. Okay, probably he was thinking with his dick, but that decided him.

“I'm in.”

Layla grinned. “Thought so.” She reached down, grabbed her shirt that was so small it was basically a bra and pulled it up and off, freeing her breasts. They were high, firm, and beautiful, topped with vivid pink nipples.

This is basically how it had been with Jasmine.

She wanted him, so she'd gone after him, and caught him easily since he was a simple, small-town boy, not really yet a man (at least he didn't feel like one), and she was a sex goddess. Now another sex goddess stood before him and her name was Layla.

“Want to do it in the tub?” she asked as she pulled down her skirt and panties, revealing her smooth vagina and fully showing off her nicely rounded hips and athletic thighs. Behind her, her tail twitched and swayed in what must have been anticipation.

“Uh...yeah,” he replied.

“Good. I need a washing off. It's been a long day. Then, afterwards, maybe we could have a bite to eat together...and would it be too much of an imposition to assume that you'll let me sleep in here tonight, with you?”

“Not at all.”

“Good,” Layla said, grinning broadly again. “It's been a bit of a dry spell for me and I'm probably going to want to fuck at least three or four times.”

“Uh...wow. Okay.”

“Don't worry, I promise not to break you. Now, come on.”

Alan felt like a man in a dream. He began getting out of his clothes, staring at her firm, well-formed ass and her long tail, growing out of her lower back, right above her ass, swaying gently as she crossed the room and made for the tub. Alan got out of his clothing as quickly as he could, then hurried over to the tub and almost tripped.

“Whoa, don't get too excited, I'd rather not deal with a broken nose,” Layla said as she settled herself into the water. He was glad he'd heated it after cleaning it. He felt a little awkward being naked in front of such a beautiful and fit woman, but she didn't seem to be in a judgmental mood. Really, she seemed pleased with him.

He slipped into the water.

For a moment, the two of them simply sat across from each other, looking at each other. Then Layla's smile, which had been a soft, slight upturn of the corners of her mouth, grew into something more and she came across the tub and sat next to him.

“Don't worry,” she said quietly, and, beneath the water, he felt her grip his dick, which had grown intensely erect at the sight of her naked and the knowledge that she wanted to fuck him. “I know what I'm doing,” she said.

Then she kissed him. It was at first tentative, cautious, a 'getting to know you' kiss. But that didn't last very long. When he responded, reaching out and placing a hand on one of her breasts, she deepened the kiss, slipping her other hand around his neck and pulling him closer. Below the water, she was starting to massage the head of his cock, rubbing it, then she reached down further, got a good grip on his foreskin and started jerking him off.

He groaned softly and Layla smiled into the kiss. “You like that?”

“Yeah,” he managed, the word coming out slightly as a gasp. “A lot.”

“Good.”

She kept kissing him, pulling him even closer and parting his lips with hers. She slipped her tongue in, probing his mouth with it, then finding his tongue and twining them together. She tasted good. It was a dark, organic taste, but it was good.

“Okay,” she whispered, letting go of his dick and shifting on top of him. “Now I fuck you,” she said, settling herself over him.

“Can I-” he gasped as she slipped his bare cock into her and a wave of pleasure shot through him. “Can I come in you?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied, resting her forehead against his, grinning at him.

She eased him into her, working her wonderful, hot, wet pussy slowly down the length of his shaft. He groaned, reached around her and took her ass into his hands.

“Oh, Layla,” he groaned as she rode him, the water sloshing around him.

“That's it, lover boy,” she whispered in response, then she leaned in and kissed him. “Just hold it there for me for a bit longer...”

She pulled back slightly, continuing to slide up and down his dick, and he had a good view of her firm tits, bouncing nicely.

“Hold onto me,” she groaned.

He reached up, supporting her back and she let go of his neck with one of her hands, reaching down between them. He realized she was rubbing her clit. “Oh...oh yes...oh fuck!” she cried and then he could feel her coming.

Alan had experienced this sensation a great deal with Jasmine, she had been apparently easy to get off and she'd come several times while he was inside of her. It was a feeling he'd fallen in love with. All at once, the muscles in Layla's pussy began to twitch and spasm. She get much hotter and wetter and then she let out a cry of pleasure as a hot jet of feminine juices escaped her pussy. Alan was already pushing towards the verge of climaxing himself, but that was it, that was too much. He couldn't hold on anymore.

He started to come.

Letting out a cry of pleasure that he bit back, suddenly wondering if anyone else was going to hear him, he felt his cock spasm in a pulse of pure sexual bliss. It shot a thick load of his seed into Layla's felis pussy and caused him to involuntarily shove his cock up into her harder with a thrust of his hips, making her cry out once more.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, grabbing her ass again and sinking in his fingertips. “Oh Layla!” he moaned as he came, shooting his seed into her again and again, his cock spasming and jerking inside of her until he had drained himself dry.

All at once, he sagged back against the edge of the tub, letting out a huge breath. Layla grinned at him and then laid against him.

“That was a good one,” she said, catching her breath.

“Yes,” he managed, coming slowly back to the world.

Layla lay there a moment longer, then slowly got up off of him. He watched her clean herself up, then she stood and got out of the tub, drying herself off. Alan stood up to join her. They both toweled off silently for a moment, then Layla pulled on her panties and nothing more, went over and sat down at the table.

“You said you had food?” she asked.

“Um...yeah, yeah I do.”

Alan still felt like he was in a dream. He moved over to his cold chest and crouched before it, propping it open. “I've got some chicken that I can heat up with a fire spell. I've got some milk to drink. A bit of vegetable and beef stew I can heat up as well.”

“The stew and the chicken sound good. Do you have any water?”

“Yeah.”

He pulled out a glass bottle of water and gave it to her, then took a moment to heat up the leg of chicken with a fire spell, then did the same with the beef stew, which he'd kept in a pot. He set the pot on the table, then grabbed a spoon for it and a plate for the chicken leg.

“Thanks, I love a good meal after sex,” she said.

They sat together and she ate voraciously until everything he'd given her was gone, then she sat back and smiled contently.

“You can make good food and you can fuck pretty well. I think you're boyfriend material. Or at least fuck buddy material since I'm not really good at having boyfriends...but the final question is: how good are you at eating pussy?” she asked.

“Um...I don't know, really. I mean, the girls I've done it on seemed to enjoy it.” In truth, he thought he was good at it, because Jasmine had really liked it when he did it to her. But he didn't want to boast or anything and then discover that maybe he wasn't up to snuff.

“Well,” Layla replied, “a demonstration would be nice. And then I can demonstrate to you just how good I am at sucking dick. But not yet. I need to let my food settle.”

“Okay...can you tell me anymore about this group?”

“Yeah, I can do that. One is a necromancer named Rachel. She's my oldest friend. If you're curious, she's beautiful. And then the other one is a somewhat more recent acquaintance, but I've gotten to know and like her very well. Her name is Morgan and she's half-giantess.”

“Really? And you said...these women are...interested in sleeping with me too?”

“Well, I mean, obviously they'll need to meet you first. But you seem perfect for Morgan. Don't let her size intimidate you. Yeah, she's nine feet tall, but she won't break you. And Rachel...eh, I dunno. I mean, she's gotten kind of weird about sex. A lot of guys are afraid of her or hate her because she's a necromancer. So...yeah. I guess, don't try to come onto her or anything. I'll see what I can do,” Layla explained.

“Um...thanks.”

Layla smiled ruefully. “Well, don't get me wrong, I do like to watch and I'm taking a liking to you, but it'd really be more for her than either of us. She needs to get laid. Not just simply for the sex, but to show her that she doesn't have to be afraid of sex. Unless you actually don't care about sex, and there do exist people like that, for whom sex just isn't interesting, then going through life pretending you don't care about sex and never having it can be kind of damaging. I'm not saying riding a dick will solve all her problems, but I think guilt-free, commitment-free, safe, happy sex would do her some good,” she explained.

“That makes sense...”

“Provided, of course, that you're okay with all this.”

“I'm okay with it. I mean, I should meet her, obviously.”

“Yeah. I'm pretty confident you'll be into her. And Morgan...I mean, you slept with me, which means you're okay with sleeping with non-humans, right?”

“Uh, yeah. I mean, you're, well, you're the first non-human I've ever slept with and it was, oh man, it was so good,” he replied with feeling.

Layla smirked. “Good to know. Just wait til I suck your dick, I'll have you falling in love with me. So, you'll meet the others tomorrow. Now, about our goal...well, Rachel can explain more. Although she's been a little vague about the whole thing, even with me. But I trust her. Basically, we're gathering artifacts. Or, no, pieces of an artifact. I think we're almost done, maybe two or three more,” she explained.

“What about after?”

Layla shrugged. “I dunno. We might stick together, we might not. I'm a 'we'll cross that bridge when we come to it' kind of girl.”

“Fair enough.”

“Now...how about we go down on each other?” she asked.

“Okay. I'll go first.”

“Kind of you.”

“Well, I'm not sure I'll be as, uh, motivated if I've already blown my load. I mean, again.”

Layla laughed. “Makes sense.”

They got up and headed over to the bed. Layla pulled her panties off again. Alan hadn't put any clothes on since getting out of the tub. They got into bed together and Layla laid on her back, spreading her long, beautiful legs for him. Recalling his past experiences, mainly with Jasmine, Alan laid down in between her legs and looked at her pussy. It was a thin, narrow slit. She didn't have much fur around it, so he could see it and access it fairly easily. He placed his thumbs on the lips of her pussy and carefully spread them, exposing her clit.

One thing he remembered was to take it slow.

Alan lowered his head and let his breath whisper out across her exposed, sensitive flesh, and he felt her shudder in response. Then, he extended his tongue and kept lowering his head until the tip of it touched the small, white nub of her clit. Layla let out a low moan as he started massaging her clit gently with it.

“Ooh yes...” she groaned. “That's a very good boy...”

He began using more of his tongue, actually licking her clit instead of just massaging it and that made her cry out again, louder this time. Once more, he wondered if anyone else could hear them. He kept eating her pussy out, licking faster and harder, trying not to wear himself out too early. He wasn't exactly in practice.

But Layla seemed to like it.

“Yes...yes...oh fuck, Alan, keep going...” she begged.

He did one better, slipping a finger into her pussy and pushing up, into her most sensitive spot. She cried out and after a few seconds of this started to come. Alan kept pleasuring her until she made him ease off and then he sat back, watching her writhe and twist as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Her wonderful, tall, tight body looked fantastic as she came, a jet of hot, steamy sex juices coming out of her in a spray, staining the bed.

Well, he at least knew a spell to clean it up.

“Oh...oh wow...” she breathed as she finished coming and went slack against the mattress and pillow, chest heaving. “I haven't gotten eaten like that in...months at least.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then she sat up and looked down. “Oh dear, I've made quite a mess.”

“It's okay, if you move, I can clean it up,” he replied.

“Oh, neat.”

She got up off the bed and Alan released a simple spell that was an alteration of a flame spell. It dried the wet spot. Maybe not actually clean per say, but no longer wet. Layla looked impressed. “Nice...now lay back, it's your turn.”

Alan laid on his back eagerly. It had been months since he'd had good oral as well. He watched as she got down in between his legs. Layla didn't waste any time. She grabbed his cock and began licking it, sending shivers of pleasure up and down his body. She dragged her tongue across the head of his dick from several different directions, then she slipped his cock into her mouth and started bobbing her head rapidly. He groaned as she sucked him off, doing an excellent job of it. The pleasure was powerful and potent.

He didn't last as long as she had.

It was probably because he was so primed and so horny and so turned on by this incredibly sexy adventuress actually wanting to have sex with him. Within just two minutes, right as Layla got a grip on his foreskin and started jacking him off in addition to blowing him, he triggered and gasped as the first pulse of sexual bliss hit him head on. He cried out as his dick kicked hard in Layla's warm, wet mouth and she accepted his first spray of seed. And his second and third. She accepted all of it, continuing to suck as he came in her mouth.

In the end, she sucked him dry, then pulled him out of her mouth. “There, how was that?”

“Way too good,” he replied.

She laughed as she stood up. “Too good? I guess I'll have to do a poorer job next time.”

“No,” he groaned. “Please, I...oh man, that was amazing,” he said, feeling like he was babbling incoherently.

Layla laughed again. He watched her root around in his cold storage chest and come up with a bottle of strawberry juice. She drank deeply from it, then replaced it and slipped into the tub. “Wanna clean up once more before bed,” she said.

He nodded, realizing how tired he was. Once she was done, she dried off and then snuffed out all the candles but one, then climbed into bed with him.

“Get some sleep,” she said. “I'll try not to fuck you too much tonight. We've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

“Mmm-hmm,” he replied after a yawn, then he rolled over and got up against her. She let him wrap his arms around her and soon he was asleep.

CHAPTER II

Awake. Flickering candlelight. Warmth.

Someone moving against him beneath the covers.

Still tired, confused. But horny, so fucking horny. Alan shifted and rolled over. He reached out, his hand brushing warm, soft fur. For a moment, he had no idea who he shared his bed with, but then his hand touched a firm, medium-sized breast and memory jolted into his head. Layla. He remembered having sex with Layla, the felis adventuress who was hiring him. It was still dark. No sunlight came in through the slit windows high in his wall.

His arousal seemed to override everything else, banishing all other thoughts. Grunting softly, he moved against her in the darkness, shifting closer. She responded to his touch, making a soft but sensual sound. She'd been lying on her back but now she rolled to face him.

“Mmm...someone's horny...” she murmured.

“Yes,” he grunted, pushing her onto her back and getting on top of her. “Can I...” He found it hard to talk.

“Yes. Put it in me,” Layla replied, spreading her long, athletic legs for him. “Put it all the way inside of me...” she whispered, then she kissed him.

He guided his cock into her tight, hot opening. She was incredibly wet. Pleasure, white-hot and intense, blossomed as he penetrated her, burying himself in her yielding flesh. She moaned and pushed against him with her hips, forcing him even deeper.

“Yes, fuck me...fuck me...” she panted as he started screwing her.

The pleasure was mounting, burning through him as he frantically fucked her, pushing himself as deep and hard into her as he could. Layla moaned loudly in his ear. He was resting his face on the pillow next to her head, wrapping his arms around her. She wrapped her legs around him, gasping for breath. He could feel the passion coming off of her, off of him, the desperate need for the basic, primal pleasure of raw sex.

Suddenly, something inside of Layla twitched and spasmed and then she was coming. She cried out, loosing an inarticulate sound of pure sexual euphoria as she started to orgasm. As her muscles inside pulsed, Alan felt a hot spray of sex juices escape her pussy and coat his inner thighs and balls. That made him trigger and trigger hard. He grunted and jerked forcefully against her as his dick kicked violently inside the tight, wet confines of her pussy. Alan offered up his own incoherent sound of raw bliss as he came.

He felt his cock jetting out thick spurts of his seed directly into Layla's waiting, willing felis pussy. She continued writhing against him as she came, riding the high of her own orgasm as she grinded her hips against his. Alan felt his hips thrusting involuntarily in sync with the jolt of his orgasm, each thrust shooting another thick load deep into Layla. He jerked once more and then he was finished, spent, collapsing against her.

Layla began to rub his back.

“That was so good,” she said, then she yawned. “Fuck, I'm exhausted now...I'm going back to sleep.”

“Okay...” Alan mumbled.

She waited a second, then laughed. “Can't do that with you on top of me, dear.”

He let out a small laugh. “Sorry, you feel good.”

He pulled out of her and rolled off of her, back to his side of the bed.

“You feel good too,” she said, rolling against him, pressing her soft, bare breasts against his back. “Mmm...you're the perfect size for cuddling.”

“You're taller than me,” he murmured.

“I know...how do you feel about that?”

He yawned. “I like it a lot.”

She giggled softly. “You'll love Morgan...now go to sleep.”

“Okay.”

He closed his eyes, a wave of sleepiness washing over him. Then he was out.

…

Alan opened his eyes.

It was brighter this time but he was no less horny. Normally, that was annoying. He almost always woke up with morning wood and he'd say probably at least three quarters of the time it was accompanied by severe lust, he didn't know why, that's just the way it worked out. Normally he'd jerk off but this time he had a ridiculously hot, fit adventuress in bed with him who was, apparently, just as horny as he was.

As he shifted, he felt a hand reached out beneath the covers and grip his cock. “Someone is horny,” Layla said and he could hear the smile in her voice. “Which means that I'm willing to bet someone is totally willing to let me ride them.”

“More than willing,” Alan agreed.

“Good, because I love morning fucking.”

Layla threw the blankets back and clambered quickly up on top of him. “Just lay there and let me take care of everything.”

“Happy to,” Alan replied.

Layla grinned as she reached down between them and slipped his cock smoothly into her. “Mmm, yes...” she moaned as she worked her way down it. She had him inside of her in a few quick thrusts. Resting on her knees, she placed her palms flat against his chest and started riding his dick, sliding expertly up and down it, getting a perfect rhythm going. Alan groaned in pleasure and reached out, gripping her hips.

He stared up at her high, firm breasts, in love with the way they looked, bouncing freely and beautifully with her riding. Layla laughed and then moaned as he hit a sensitive spot. He loved the way she handled sex, he realized all at once. She was so happy with it, so thoroughly throwing herself into it with total abandon.

“Rub my clit,” she moaned. “Make me come, handsome boy.”

“Okay,” he gasped, reaching down and laying a finger between them, finding her clit. He started to rub it hard, causing her to let out a shout of joyous sexual bliss. It only took a few seconds of this before she started to orgasm. She let out a long, loud moan and began to furiously grind against him, panting and gasping as the orgasm went through her. She came all over his midsection, spraying out her feminine sex juices.

She arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward as the orgasm reached its climax and then she let out a huge breath and sagged against him.

“You wanna come on my tits?” she asked. “I plan on taking a bath after this.”

“That sounds awesome,” he replied.

“Good. Flip me over.”

She clung to him as he sat up and then rolled so that she was on her back. Layla spread her legs and let him drill into her. He kept his arms wrapped around her, holding her tight to him and thrusting wildly into her, building the pleasure in his cock, pushing himself towards an orgasm. Once he got closer, he released her and pushed himself up, continuing to fuck her until his climax triggered. He barely managed to pull out of her and scramble up her body. She laid there and let him come on her tits. Once he was in place, he started jacking off furiously and shooting his load all over her beautiful, orange-furred breasts.

He watched as his cock started spitting thick spurts of his clear white seed across her tits. He kept going, getting a half dozen spurts out, then he was done, spent, trying to catch his breath. He fell back away from her, sitting down heavily on the bed and smiling at her.

“Good way to wake up, huh?” she asked.

“Best way,” he replied.

Layla got up off the bed and stretched, popping several of her joints, then she moved over to the tub and looked at it. “I don't suppose you have some magical way of getting hot, clean water, do you?” she asked.

“Oh, uh, yeah, hold on,” Alan replied, getting up off the bed. He moved over to the tub and spent a moment gathering magic for his spell. He cast it and there was a bright flash of light. When the light faded, the water was clear, clean, and steaming.

“You are so long term fuck friend material,” Layla said as she got into the tub. “Hot water on demand? This is amazing.”

“Well, I imagine it won't be so easy when we're in the wilderness,” Alan replied, easing himself into the water to join her.

They spent a few minutes washing and waking up. Then Alan asked, “So you really think your friends will be okay with me? I mean, I guess if they're as laid back as you are I shouldn't have a problem.”

“I'm sure Morgan will love you. Rachel will be...difficult. She's naturally that way, being a necromancer made her...complicated. Paranoia, wariness, and general grumpiness aren't necessarily unreasonable for her. People do mistrust her and disrespect her a lot. Although...she's been more tense than usual. So, I mean, if she gives you a hard time, try not to take it personally.”

“I think I can manage that,” Alan replied.

“You've got a stupid grin on your face. I think you could put up with a lot if you keep fucking me,” Layla said.

He laughed. “Fair point.”

“You'll have fun with us, but I don't want to sugarcoat it. It's going to be dangerous...can you handle that?” She stared at him from across the tub.

“I...don't know, honestly. I mean, I've had combat training. I'm good with fire, decent enough with frost spells.”

“Fair enough. I guess we'll find out,” Layla said. “Come on, let's get dried and dressed. I want some breakfast. And I imagine you've got some business to wrap up?”

“Yeah...I do. Shit, I hadn't even thought about that. When I put that notice up, I didn't even think I'd get a response. I mean, I put it up literally last night.”

“Wow...talk about luck.”

The two of them got dressed and Alan began packing up his things. For a moment, he wondered about how he would handle his furniture, his personal items...then he realized that Thomas would gladly sell it all off to make up for the lost income and, on top of that, there weren't that many things he actually cared about in here.

Layla fell back onto the bed, watching him as he moved about his room, first grabbing a large backpack he'd originally purchased for the rare camping trip or the occasional walk to Birchwood. He hadn't used it for quite awhile. He checked it out, found it empty and began to fill it. First, he put his two sets of traveling clothes in, next came whatever food and drink he thought would survive in his pack, then whatever magical items he felt he couldn't do without. Or, at least, were too expensive to leave behind.

Once it was all packed up, he then gathered every bit of coin he had stashed away, as well as a few precious gems that he'd taken as payment that he'd always meant to sell.

“That everything?” Layla asked.

“Yeah...I think so. Oh, wait, couldn't forget this,” Alan replied, moving back over to his desk and grabbing one of the few books he owned. Books were fairly rare, especially in a village like this, but he'd managed to collect at least a few of them. He'd read most of them to death, but there was one in particular he thought he could go on reading for years. It was a non-fiction story, a personal account of a beryl who had traveled across two oceans and three continents on a journey to find herself called The Long Road.

“Okay, that's everything I'm bringing,” he said.

“I thought mages used staffs,” Layla said, getting up off the bed. “Rachel uses one.”

“Some do. There's different schools based on different styles of magic, different abilities and how naturally attuned you are to magic,” Alan replied.

“Oh.”

“Come on, I've got to go tell my boss that I'm leaving. He won't be happy.”

“I'm sure we can find a compromise.”

Alan and Layla left his room behind after he gave it one more look over. They walked out from the basement area of the inn and up to the front area where a few merchants and travelers were having breakfast. Thomas was behind the bar.

He glanced over. “Alan, there you are. You didn't happen to have a special visitor last night...” he trailed off as Layla walked into view. “...huh.”

“Yeah. So, Thomas, uh...not sure how to say this, exactly, so I'm just going to have to come out and say it. I quit. I'm leaving town. Everything left in my room you can sell. Sorry for the short notice,” Alan replied.

“...what?” Thomas stared at him for a few seconds, frowning deeply. “You can't just...leave, just like that! You know I rely on the extra income from your healing potions.”

“I'm sorry, Thomas, but an opportunity presented itself...”

Layla sighed heavily. “Here, stop complaining,” she said, tossing down a coin pouch onto the counter. Thomas looked down at it, opened it up and stared inside.

“Shit,” he muttered. “There's got to be seventy or eighty coin in here...”

“A hundred. Can we go?” Layla asked.

“Yeah...yeah...” he murmured, spilling the coin out and starting to count it.

“Come on,” Layla said. “Let's go, Alan.”

“Uh...okay.”

He followed her out of the inn and into the morning light. The small settlement was relatively quiet for the moment. Alan realized, judging from the position of the sun, that he had overslept. Well, he'd had a lot of exercise last night. All the townsfolk had already had breakfast and were out working their jobs that kept the village going.

“Was that all your coin?” Alan asked.

“All the coin on me. I've got a lot more back at our camp. In fact, we should probably get there before we do anything else. Come on!” She took his hand and began guiding him out of town. Alan couldn't help but grin as he was pulled along.

…

Morgan stood over the washbasin, gathered up some of the cool water within in her cupped hands and splashed her face. It never failed to knock her firmly into alertness. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then commenced her morning rituals to prepare herself for the day ahead. Rachel was still  asleep and Morgan had decided to let her have her sleep. Last night had been tough. The past three weeks had been tough. Although she was fairly hardy and had a lot of natural endurance, she could see the wear and tear in Rachel and even in Layla, whose felis lineage granted her quite a bit of endurance as well.

Finding some clothing, Morgan pulled on her loose-fitting travel pants and sleeveless shirt, then pulled on her heavy duty boots. She spent the next fifteen minutes gathering up some breakfast. Bacon and eggs seemed like a nice meal to start the day with. She set up the frying pan over the fire and lit it with a simple flame spell. Morgan had learned in her early twenties that she possessed at least some natural connection to the magical fields, enough that she could, with a great deal of practice, learn some simple spells.

It would never be an offensive ability like what Rachel could do, but it definitely helped out in everyday life, and that was enough for her.

Once she got the fire going, she laid out the bacon and then began setting places at the table. At first, she only set two, then thought better of it, figuring that Layla would be coming back at some point in the near future and set three. Then, pausing, she smiled and set a fourth place. She wasn't sure she believed in the ability to change the outcome of events simply by hoping, but there were times where she wondered if perhaps the Gods might be peeking at just that moment and be in a charitable mood. So she hoped for a cute, young healer.

She finished with the bacon, then fried up the eggs, making them over-easy. She enjoyed the peace and quiet, crouching before the fire, making breakfast, staring out at the trees and grassy fields that surrounded them. A river cut through the land, to the east and below them. She knew it by name, the Bend River they called it, because farther north it had a sharp bend in it, practically changing course. As much as she loved the thrill of combat and adventure, these peaceful interludes were always pleasurable and appreciated.

As she finished getting breakfast ready, she heard voices, paused and listened. She definitely recognized Layla's voice and...she couldn't help but smile. She heard a man's voice. Morgan turned away from the table and looked back towards the village. A moment later, two figures appeared over a small rise in the land. Morgan had good eyesight and consequently saw the young man that was walking with Layla.

He was about average height for a human male, maybe five ten or eleven, a little on the skinny side, but most mages were, nor was he as tanned as most others, which also made sense for a mage. He had brown, slightly shaggy hair and a bit of stubble on his face. He was definitely cute, probably about twenty or so.

And he and Layla were holding hands.

When this mystery man caught sight of Morgan, he stopped, and consequently dragged Layla to a stop. She said something to him and then they both resumed walking. Morgan couldn't help but smile at that, she had that effect on people.

They continued along the path out of town until they came to the camp.

“Hello Morgan,” Layla said, grinning like crazy. “This is Alan. He's a healer. He's good and he wants to join us on our adventure.”

“Wonderful!” Morgan replied, already sizing him up. This close, she could tell that he was definitely very cute. And he looked shy. He'd stopped holding Layla's hand now.

“Alan, this is Morgan.”

“Hi,” he replied awkwardly.

“Hello, Alan. It's very nice to meet you. I'm glad you've decided to join us.”

“Where's Rachel?” Layla asked.

“Still asleep. I've made breakfast,” Morgan replied.

“Awesome, I'm starving,” Layla said.

“Me too,” Alan murmured.

“I bet...Layla's got that post fucking-all-night glow to her,” Morgan said.

Layla laughed and the cute young guy started turning red in the face. He was a blusher. Wow. Morgan felt herself smiling wider. If there was one thing she'd picked up, it was that if they were cute, young, and they blushed, that seemed to be a very winning combination for a guy who would absolutely love to fuck a nine-foot woman, and usually he'd be pretty good in bed. Or, if he wasn't, he had no problem practicing and taking direction.

They all sat down at the table together and started eating.

“So, you should probably tell him about yourself,” Layla said. “Since we're all going to be working together.”

“All right, fair enough. Well, I'm half-giantess. I don't know my parents, but I was found by a human couple about thirty years ago and they raised me on an isolated farm. When they passed away a few years ago, I ended up moving to this area. I built myself a house in a forest south of Birchwood. I split my time between adventuring out and about, and keeping to myself at the house. And, for the record, I have yet to be able to find out who my biological parents are or why I was left behind. It's still a big mystery to me...what about you? Did you grow up around here?” Morgan asked. She'd grown slowly tired of talking about herself over the years, if only because it had eventually begun to feel like she was rehearsing for a play or something.

“I grew up in this town,” Alan replied, sounding slightly awkward, as almost all people did when they were getting used to her presence. Being intimidating had its perks, but also its flaws, especially when you were trying to make friends. Consequently, there weren't all that many people Morgan counted as actual friends. Most of the people she worked with were just tolerating her presence and using her for protection.

“How old are you?” Morgan asked.

“Twenty two,” he replied. “Um...my parents were adventurers. I come from a long family line of adventurers, actually. I decided it was about high time to figure out if I had it in me to sort of carry on the family tradition.”

“Fair enough, how are you at combat?”

“I'm okay. I can do a few fire and frost spells.”

“Okay. For the most part we'll handle the combat. Well, me and Layla, really. You'll be hanging around in case of emergencies or to help out with whatever odd tasks that come along.”

They all glanced over as they heard waking-up sounds coming from the tent.

“Sounds like Rachel's up,” Layla murmured. She'd gone through her meal fairly quickly, but then she'd always been a fast eater, at least for as long as they'd hung out together. “I'll go talk to her, let her know we've found our healer.”

She got up and disappeared into the tent. Morgan fixed her gaze on Alan across the table, who shifted uncomfortably, though she had caught his eyes dipping to her chest more than once. The shirt she was wearing was a button down and she'd left the top button undone. She'd also opted out of wearing a bra at the moment.

“So...you and Layla had sex last night?” she asked.

“Uh...yeah. A few times,” he replied.

“And I assume that she told you I'd be...interested?”

“Yeah. She mentioned that.”

“Well, what about you? Now that you've met me, are you interested?”

“Yeah, definitely,” he replied. “I, uh...you're very beautiful,” he replied.

“Thank you, Alan. My size doesn't intimidate you?”

“Oh yeah, it does, like...a lot. But if I'm going to be totally honest here, my lust is overriding my fear,” he answered.

Morgan grinned. “Good! And don't worry about all the specifics. We can definitely fuck without a problem. I promise it will feel really good...hmm...” She began to chew on her lower lip, considering the situation. “I gotta admit, it's really hard not to just fuck you right now.”

“It is really tempting,” Alan admitted.

They were staring at each other now and Morgan could feel her heart thumping harder in her chest. She was always horniest in the morning...

The moment was broken as Layla and Rachel emerged from the tent. They broke eye contact and looked over.

“Hello,” Rachel said tentatively as they approached. Morgan hoped Rachel was okay with this transition. It seemed to be a point of contention between the her and Layla. She seemed pensive but cautiously receptive to this latest addition to the team. “I'm Rachel,” she said.

“Alan,” Alan replied as she sat down at the table with Layla.

“I made breakfast,” Morgan said.

“Thanks,” Rachel said.

“I was hoping we could bring Alan up to speed on what we're doing,” Layla said.

“Okay,” Rachel replied cautiously. “So, essentially, we're looking for shards of an artifact. We've been at it for awhile now, a few weeks, and we've almost got all the shards. There's just three more places we have to visit. Two of them are locations of the shards and the third is a final site we have to reach. Generally, these places are dangerous in one way or another.”

“All right, um, what is this artifact?” Alan asked.

“It's a...necromancer artifact. An old one. It was broken a long time ago, its pieces scattered,” Rachel replied.

“What does it do?”

“It's...complicated.”

“Um...all right. Why are we gathering it?”

Morgan was actually interested to know this herself. Rachel had been very vague. Morgan imagined that if there was someone else here, someone less trusting or more paranoid, they would have been very concerned that Rachel was secretly leading them on a mission to assemble an artifact of evil. Morgan didn't believe they were searching for an evil purpose, but she also believed that Rachel was hiding something.

“The artifact needs to be destroyed,” Rachel said after a moment's consideration. “Also, I'm not necessarily here on any official business. This is...a personal matter. And that's all I'm willing to say on the matter,” she added.

“Don't worry, it's nothing personal, she hasn't told us either,” Layla said.

“I asked you to trust me-” Rachel began.

“-and I do, Rachel. And Morgan trusts my judgment. And hopefully Alan will trust us with this as well,” Layla replied.

“Once this is over, I can tell you,” Rachel said finally.

“Fair enough, now eat up. We've got a lot to do in town today. And speaking of business, did you and Rachel manage to get all the crap sorted out?”

Morgan shook her head. “No, sorry. We were wiped out last night, so we went to bed not long after you left.”

“That's fine. Alan can help us sort it.” She turned to him. “We made a mega score of weapons and gems and shit from a goblin camp yesterday. We're going to try and offload it. And then we need to purchase new supplies. Food, water, arrows, healing potions. We really need those. We'll have to draw up a list,” she said.

“I can show you good places to sell and buy from,” Alan said.

“Perfect! Okay, let's finish eating and then get to it,” Morgan replied.

…

It took a little over an hour to sort through all the stuff.

Alan was genuinely impressed. It was a large haul and he believed them when they said they'd faced down anywhere from fifty to seventy goblins. No small task. He couldn't even imagine that battle and it did give him a moment of pause. Would he slow them down? He tried not to think about that. They apparently only had a few more places left to go before this journey of theirs was over. But maybe not, maybe it'd be fine...

Alan would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't motivated by the sex.

It had been amazing with Layla. He imagined it would be just as good, if not better, possibly, with Morgan. And maybe Rachel.

Presently, he was walking back towards town with Layla and Morgan. Rachel had opted to stay behind. He got the idea that she wasn't in a mood for crowds of people. He knew how she felt. At least a couple times a week, Alan felt the need to just shut himself up in his room, relax and not come out for at least half a day.

They were all loaded down with gear: swords, bows, shields, bags of gems and magical items, pieces of armor. Alan knew that he'd be able to unload a lot of this stuff on the local blacksmith. He'd made a pretty successful business and had a fair amount of coin to throw around. And he was always looking for more weapons.

While he was mentally putting together a list of places they could go to buy and sell items, preferably in one stop if at all possible, he suddenly realized that he was going to have to stop by and see his parents. It startled him so much that he stopped dead in his tracks for a few seconds. They were almost into town now and Morgan and Layla stopped as well.

“You okay?” Layla asked.

“Yeah...” he replied, resuming walking. “I just realized...this has all been happening so fast, I'm going to need to visit my parents.”

“Sounds like fun...will it be a difficult visit?” Layla asked. “Something you want to do alone?”

“No, on both accounts. They're going to be thrilled. But we'll deal with that later. For now, we should head for the blacksmith.”

Alan glanced at Morgan again as they walked into the city. She was already drawing a great deal of attention. She was extremely beautiful...and extremely intimidating. But so far she'd been polite, fun, flirtatious. He definitely had a crush on her. Looking at her, he found a lot to like. She had nicely tanned skin and more than a few scars, which he always thought looked sexy on women. She had dirty blonde, almost brown, hair that was pulled into a ponytail that went about halfway down her back. Her eyes were a beautiful blue-gray that made him think of stormy days. She was wearing some loose-fitting travel pants and a sleeveless button-down shirt that was showing off a lot of beautiful, bountiful cleavage.

He was finding it very difficult to stop imaging her naked or having sex with her. He wasn't sure how it would work, but she seemed pretty confident that they could do it. He hoped to find out soon. Up ahead, he could see the blacksmith. The guy who ran it, a short, bald burly man named Jack, was gruff but amicable enough. He had a strong sense of honor and he didn't try to rip off his customers. Since Alan was one of the people who frequently interacted with the myriad of adventurers who passed through the village, he found himself occasionally chatting with that small network of proprietors who did the same.

Thus, he'd gotten to know Jack.

“I'll wait out here,” Morgan said. Which made enough sense, given the fact that she couldn't even fit through the doorway.

“We'll try not to be too long,” Alan replied.

Layla followed him in through the front door. The main room was empty, though Alan could hear banging coming from the back, a hammer striking an anvil. It was a classic sound, going on in the town for as long as he could remember.

“Jack!” Alan called, grabbing a smooth rock from the counter and rapping it a few times on the hard surface. The banging paused, then he heard heavy footfalls.

“Alan? That you?” came the gruff response. The man himself emerged a few seconds later.

“Hey, Jack.”

“Hello, Alan. Made a friend?” he asked.

“Yep. She's got a lot to sell you. I thought you'd be interested in a deal,” Alan replied.

Jack grinned. “Well, let's see what you've got.”

…

It took another hour, but they managed to unload the vast majority of their gear off on Jack. He ended up giving up around three hundred gold coins, a silver dagger for Alan, and a lot of arrows for Layla.

“That was fun,” Layla said as they stepped back out into the sunlight, blinking several times.

“Seems like you did good in there,” Morgan replied. She'd been sitting beside the front entrance to the blacksmith. She stood slowly, stretching.

“We got a good haul,” Alan replied.

“Here,” Layla said, tossing him a bag. “Fifty gold. Starting bonus. Where to next?”

“There's a magic shop that we can unload the rest of the stuff off at, the magical items and gems, and pick up some healing potions. There's also a few things I wanted to pick up for myself before we head out for good,” Alan replied.

They started walking through town again, making for the magic shop.

“You going to miss it?” Morgan asked.

“What?” Alan asked.

“This town.”

“I guess so. I mean, I like it here, but I don't know, I'm not necessarily in love with it.”

“Interesting,” Layla said.

“Why is that interesting?” Alan replied.

“Well, a lot of the people I've come across who live lives like yours are usually in love with their home towns. They go on about loyalty and heritage and shit like that. And the ones that don't...usually live a life like ours. A life on the road.”

“She has a point,” Morgan said.

“Huh,” Alan replied, wondering if they had a point. What was waiting for him? A lot, probably. But was it good or bad?

He supposed he'd find out eventually.

They continued to the magic shop, which was run by a perpetually overworked middle-aged woman named Janine who seemed to refuse to acknowledge the fact that she was overworked. Besides running the shop almost single-handedly, (she occasionally hired someone to help, it had been Alan's first legitimate job, actually), she also was constantly out in the forest, gathering up all manner of molds, fungi, and plant life for new and interesting potions. Alan wondered how she managed to keep it all together.

Luckily, she was in when they arrived.

Despite being constantly overworked, Janine was actually very efficient. Alan and Layla placed every magical item and gem they wanted to sell off on the counter. Janine examined each and gave out a price. In the end, they ended up with another three hundred coin and two compact but powerful healing potions for each of them.

They reconvened outside of the magic shop with Morgan.

“Now what?” Alan asked.

“How about the two of you go talk with your parents?” Morgan suggested. “I'll pick up food and water and whatever little odds and ends we might need and meet you back at camp.”

“Fair enough,” Layla said. She smiled and hooked her arm through Alan's. “Come on, let's go meet your parents.”

“All right,” Alan replied. “Let's do this.”

They set off across the village.

As they walked, Layla picked back up the conversation. “So...you seem kind of awkward about this whole thing. Any particular reason? Or should I mind my own business?”

“Well...I've been inside you three times in the past day...” Alan replied.

“That doesn't give me rights to invade your privacy.”

“I suppose so. No, it's fine. I just...I guess I'm kind of sad because I know they're going to be very excited by this development.”

“Why's that bad?”

“Because...I guess I just wish it didn't take some huge life change to make my parents proud of me,” Alan replied. “It's not like I was a slacker or something. I have a job. I pay my bills. I provide an objectively useful service to society. I'm a magical healer.”

Layla seemed to consider this. “Well, I don't know anything about your parents but if I had to guess, I'd say they are proud of you, they just...may want more for you. I'm sure they feel that you've been missing out on a lot by choosing not to live the lifestyle they lived. They probably accept you,” she said, sounding cautious.

“I suppose so,” Alan replied.

His parents lived on the far edge of town, with their own simple plot of land where they grew some fruits and vegetables. He did like his parents and he knew that they loved him and, he supposed, they probably respected him. It wasn't as if he couldn't see their point of view, either. It was like being a great warrior who's son grows up to be a baker. But that made it worse, it was like their disappointment was justified...or maybe he was just projecting. Sometimes he wondered if he was just disappointed in himself.

Whatever their feelings for each other, Alan knew that his parents were the reason he'd done as well as he had so far. Besides the training, they were well respected by the town, even having the local lord's ear if they so desired. They often had visitors over, not just locals but passing adventurers and knights and wandering warriors. It had certainly been interesting and he had definitely felt the stirrings of temptation at a fairly young age when the passing warriors would tell him stories of their adventures and wanderings.

Now it was his turn to gather some stories.

They reached his parents' place before too long. Alan figured they should both be home around this time, then found himself hoping that they were. He might not see them for awhile. Or...he might not ever see them again.

He tried not to think about that.

“Try not to be too nervous,” Layla said.

“I'm trying,” he replied.

They walked up onto the front porch and he knocked on the door. A moment later the door opened and his mother was standing there before him.

“Alan!” She sounded excited, as she often did after he'd waited too long to visit. This time it had been about two weeks since he'd been home.

She wrapped him in a fierce hug. “Hi, mom,” he replied.

She released him and stepped back, turning her attention to Layla. “Hello there.”

“Hello, Mrs. Wilde. My name is Layla.”

“Call me Amanda.” She looked at Alan. “You look like you have something to tell me.”

“I do, where's dad? This is a family gathering kind of thing.”

“He's out back. Come in, I'll go get him.”

Alan led Layla into his house. He came into the living room area and looked around. This house was intimately familiar to him. He'd spent years and years here. His parents weren't very big on furniture or packing the house full of stuff and, consequently, neither was he. The living room had a bookshelf that was fairly large, taking up most of one wall, four chairs situated around a low table with two smaller tables in between them and not a lot else. Alan and Layla each took a seat on one side of the table and waited.

“I like this place,” Layla said, looking around.

“It's a great place to grow up. Close enough to town to be useful, far enough away to be comfortable. I really liked it here.”

The back door opened up and a moment later both of his parents were coming into the living room. They sat across from him and Layla.

“So, what's this big announcement?...is she your new girlfriend?” his dad asked.

“No...” Alan considered it. “No,” he said, a little more firmly. Layla just laughed. “I'm leaving town,” he said, deciding it would be best to just come out with it. “I finally decided to hire myself out to a group of adventurers and, by chance, Layla and her friends happened by town last night. We've...talked, and they want to hire me on.”

Everyone in the room was silent for a moment.

“This is great,” his mom said finally.

“Yeah...what brought this on?” his dad asked.

Sex! He almost said. It was kind of true. Instead, he shrugged. “A lot of things...I guess I just wanted to see if I could do it or not. I was tired of wondering.” It wasn't the whole truth, but it was close enough, and it seemed to work for them.

“I'm very excited,” his mom said. “So...what kind of adventure are you on?” she asked, turning to Layla.

“We're gathering pieces of an artifact,” Layla replied. “We're going to destroy it when we finish and we've only got a few more pieces left.”

“I've been on a few of those myself,” his mom said. “How many are in your party?”

“There's just two more of us. Rachel is a necromancer and Morgan is a half-giantess.”

“Huh...so all girls?” his mom asked.

“Yep.”

“Interesting. Your dad traveled in parties like that more than once. That's how I met him, actually,” she replied with a knowing grin.

Alan suppressed a sigh, suddenly wanting to be out of there. His parents, his mother especially, had always been a little too open for his taste. It wasn't that he was prudish, it was just that...it was his parents! He didn't want to think about that.

“Well,” he said, standing up, “I think the others are waiting for us. I've already gotten everything I need, I just wanted to stop by and tell you I'll be gone for at least a few weeks. Maybe longer.”

“All right, honey,” his mom replied, both of his parents and Layla standing as well. “Give us a hug and we'll let you get started.”

He hugged them both, then began to follow Layla out of the house. As he came to the porch, however, he paused. Something was bugging him.

“How come you aren't more...worried?” he asked.

His mom smiled. “I'm worried. We're both worried,” she replied. “But...well, just because life is dangerous, that doesn't mean you shouldn't live it. Alan, I know you think we've been disappointed in you, despite what we've told you. But it was never disappointment, it was...sadness. We were sad that you would miss out on all the fantastic experiences we had on the road. Yes, it's dangerous out there, but it's a life worth living. And I trust you. You know what you're doing, you can defend yourself, you can take care of yourself, and your new friend seems capable and trustworthy.”

“You just met her,” Alan replied, though he knew what she meant, glancing back at Layla, who was waiting for him out on the cobblestone path.

“One of the skills you pick up in our line of work is being able to tell about people right away...especially if you're magically attuned, which we all are,” his dad replied.

“That makes sense...well, I love you mom, dad...I've got to go now.”

They both told him they loved him, wished him luck and watched him walk back down to the street where Layla waited.

“You ready?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he replied.

“You nervous?”

“...yeah.”

“Don't be. Morgan had that look on her face...I think she's going to jump you when we get back to camp.”

“How is that not supposed to make me nervous?” Alan asked as they started walking back towards the marketplace.

Layla laughed. “Point taken. Don't worry, she won't break you. I'll, uh, supervise to make sure nothing goes wrong.”

“You like to watch?” Alan asked.

“Definitely.”

She took his hand again and he laced their fingers together.

…

They ended up stopping back by the magic shop. Alan bought himself a ring that was attuned to negative emotions. Essentially, it warned you if there was anything nearby that meant you harm. He knew it wasn't infallible, there were ways around such a ring, but it was still an incredibly useful thing to have. He also bought another ring that glowed white in the presence of undead, then followed Layla back towards their camp.

“So...this really isn't going to be weird?” Alan asked. They were at the town's perimeter now, not far from the camp.

“What?” Layla replied.

“The sex. I mean...I don't know. I'm not very experienced. The craziest thing I ever did was a five-day fling with an adventuress a few months ago. Although I didn't really do any of it, she did all the doing, it seemed, I was just along for the ride. Not much different than how I feel about this situation, actually.”

Layla laughed. “No. Morgan and I have shared boyfriends before. Well, she calls them boyfriends. I call them just friends, or boytoys, if they prefer. With Rachel...well, I still don't know. I don't know if she'll even, uh, partake. But Morgan and I don't get jealous. We like to share. We trust each other. I think Rachel might be the same way. We did have a boy we both fooled around with back when we were teenagers and it didn't get weird. Okay, well, it didn't get weird for us. Technically, the only people it got weird for were his parents, and then our parents, when it was discovered,” she explained.

“That must've been fun,” Alan replied.

“Yeah, loads of fun.”

They came upon the camp then. As they did, Morgan and Rachel emerged from the tent. Rachel and Layla went a little away from the camp, having a quiet conversation. Alan studied them as Morgan approached.

“What's going on?” he asked.

“I told Rachel my intention to fuck you,” Morgan replied. He looked over at her. She said it so...calmly, as if discussing the weather. “She said she didn't feel like sticking around to enjoy the show. That's what she's telling Layla.”

“Oh...I feel kind of bad,” Alan replied.

“Don't worry. She has things she needed to do anyway. There's some plants and herbs she wanted to gather before we left and I told her maybe it would be best if these two events lined up,” Morgan replied. She turned to face him fully now. “So...you down to fuck?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” he replied.

“Good! It's been quite awhile for me. Now that I know Layla already got to you, I want a turn,” she said.

Layla was coming back now.

“You sticking around?” Morgan asked.

“Yep.”

“Is Rachel okay?” Alan asked.

“Yeah, she's fine. She said she'll probably watch next time,” Layla replied.

“Sweet,” Morgan said. “Now let's get to it. She only gave us half an hour.”

“I doubt I'll last even half that,” Alan admitted.

“Fine by me, I'm okay with quickies, too. Come on.”

The three of them went into the tent and Alan spent a minute marveling at how large it was, one of those bigger on the inside than the outside deals. Morgan began getting undressed. Alan found himself staring intently as he also started to take his clothes off. The half-giantess freed her enormous, pale breasts from her button-down shirt. Then turned around, showing him her huge ass as she pulled her pant and panties down at the same time.

“Holy Gods,” he muttered.

“I had a similar reaction the first time,” Layla said. “Although it was when I saw her boobs. They're so huge and amazing.”

“Thank you, you two,” Morgan said, turning around and standing fully nude before them. Alan looked her up and down. She was very fit. It was so strange looking at her. She looked like a very beautiful woman that had essentially been grown to a much larger size. He had to look up at her, he didn't even come up to her breasts.

“You ready to get started?” Morgan asked.

“Yes. Very ready.”

She smirked and walked over to her bed, which took up a good portion of the center of the tent, then fell back onto it.

“I'll be over here,” Layla said, going and sitting on one of the other, smaller beds.

“I just realized,” Alan said as he climbed up onto Morgan's bed, “there's only three beds in here. Where will I sleep?”

“With me or Morgan,” Layla said.

“Don't worry, I don't move around in my sleep. I've slept, as in, actual sleep, with several guys before and I've never had an incident of injury.”

“Well...okay,” Alan replied.

It was beginning to get difficult to think. He was extremely horny and very excited now. He was about to have sex with a nine-foot woman. This was really about to happen.

“Do we need to worry about, uh...I mean, I didn't bring any kind of protection.”

“I can't get pregnant,” Morgan replied. “And I imagine you're clean.”

“Yeah,” he said.

“You'd better be,” Layla said. They both glanced over at her. She laughed. “Just kidding.” She held up her hand. For the first time, he noticed a slim band of silver on one finger. “Detects sicknesses and curses. Very useful.”

“All right, enough distractions. Kiss me, cutie,” Morgan said.

Alan realized the time had come. He moved up the bed, alongside Morgan, and laid partially on top of her, placing a hand on one of her huge breasts. Touching it sent a jolt of sexual energy through him, and it was only amplified as his lips met hers. He thought it might be strange, that her proportions might make kissing difficult, but it wasn't. Morgan kept her movements slow and careful. She wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss and gently probing his mouth with her tongue.

A taste filled his mouth as she did this, slowly twining her tongue with his. It was a vaguely sweet, murky taste that he had an immediate liking of. He was breathing more heavily now, his heart thumping in his chest as he continued to grope her huge tits. He couldn't even get his hand around one of them.

“Okay,” Morgan said after another moment of kissing. “Now it's time for some foreplay. Although I don't mind swallowing or taking loads in my mouth, I'd prefer it if you held onto yours, since I don't think we have the time to wait.”

“Fair enough,” he replied.

She had him lay in the middle of the bed and he watched as she carefully got into place, laying down in between his legs. She looked at his cock for a few seconds, which was sticking up, rock hard and ready to go, then she leaned in and ran her big pink tongue along the bottom of up it, sending shivers of powerful pleasure up and down his body. Morgan spent a little bit licking along the head of his dick before she popped it into her mouth and started sucking him off.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned as she began to bob her head.

“She's good at that, isn't she?” Layla asked.

“Yeah...” Alan gasped. He didn't want to tell her that Morgan was better at sucking cock than she was, though it wasn't like she was bad at it or anything.

He watched her big head moving up and down, her big red lips sliding along the length of his cock, and her huge naked body for as long as he could before he had to make her stop, or he'd do exactly what she asked him not to.

“Okay,” she said, getting up, “my turn.”

They switched positions and she laid down her on back, looking large and intimidating. As he looked at her vagina, he saw that it had gotten smaller.

“I suppose I should explain now: shape-shifting magic,” she said.

“Oh, that makes sense.”

Based on what he knew about such magic, he figured it should make the sex amazing. He quickly got down in between her huge, well-maintained thighs and stared at her pussy. Reaching up, he spread the lips of it, exposing the white nub of her clit. She let out a low moan as he leaned in and began to massage it with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh fuck yes...” she groaned.

Alan continued pleasuring her, beginning to lick at her clit. Slowly at first, then more rapidly, using more pressure, causing her to moan even louder.

“Yes...yes...keep going...” He continued eating her out until, all at once, she cried, “Fuck me! Put it in me now!”

He didn't much feel like disobeying that command.

Quickly, he scrambled up on top of her, getting in between her legs and resting the head of his dick up against her tight, wet opening. They both moaned in mutual pleasure as he pushed his way into her. She was very tight and so fucking wet inside.

“Oh, Morgan!” he moaned as he started making love to her, sliding in and out of her, slowly at first, but he quickly built up speed.

The pleasure was incredible and intense.

He stared up at her huge bouncing breasts and then beyond them, to her beautiful face, staring down at him. “Fuck me, Alan,” she moaned. “Oh...fuck me, yes...oh yes!” she cried.

She surprised him by orgasming. Apparently he'd been very close to making her come when he'd been eating her out. He felt the muscles inside of her tremble and twitch as a spray of hot sex juices escaped her and sprayed his lower regions. He wasn't very far away himself. Groaning in pleasure, he continued burying himself within her. He felt alight with pure sexual bliss. He was actually fucking a half-giantess, a gorgeous nine-foot woman who wanted him. This knowledge seemed to fill him with an intense joy.

He began to come.

“Oh yes...I feel it...” Morgan moaned. “Come in me, Alan...fill my pussy...”

He groaned as his dick kicked hard inside of her, shooting a hot spray of his seed deep into her. He cried out as the powerful wave of pleasure hit him again and again, his dick spurting a great deal of his seed, going until he was dry and there was nothing left to give.

He fell against her.

“There, how was that?” Morgan asked. “Was sex with a half-giantess everything you'd hoped for?”

“Yeah,” he managed after a few seconds.

Both Morgan and Layla laughed.

“Well...come on, we've got to clean up and I need to break down camp. We've got a lot of walking to do today,” Morgan said, gently patting his back.

He nodded and pushed himself up, pulling out of her and getting shakily to his feet.

“Was it good for you, too?” Morgan asked, glancing at Layla.

“Very...though I'm calling dibs on him tonight, I'm very horny now,” she replied.

“Fair deal.”

By the time they'd washed up and gotten dressed again, Rachel had returned.

“We all ready?” she asked.

“Yeah, did you find what you were looking for?” Layla asked as they all gathered outside of the camp area.

“For the most part. I'll probably be able to find whatever I missed on the road.”

“Good...well, if there's nothing else, I'll break down the camp and we can get going,” Morgan replied.

There was nothing else, and Alan watched as she broke the camp back down with a single magically infused word. Once spoken, there was a clap that sounded vaguely like thunder and a bright flash, then all that was left was a simple bag with a drawstring that was small enough to be attached to a belt.

“Let's go,” Morgan said, grabbing it and tying it to her belt.

They set off.

…

Rachel watched the day disappear from the sky.

They had been walking for a very, very long time, breaking only once for lunch about six hours into their journey, and that hadn't lasted very long. She could feel the pull of time, the pressure of the task that was set out before her. She hadn't told any of them, not even Layla, about what she was really doing here, what they were really helping her with. It wasn't anything bad, it was just...stressful. And personal.

But clearly Layla still trusted her, and she knew she couldn't get this done on her own. The job was just too big. Before leaving, she'd consulted the map she'd discovered almost a month ago now. There were only two locations gently flickering now, the final location to be revealed when the others had been visited and located. They were close now. Perhaps only a few more days if everything went well enough.

Rachel tried to think about other things in the falling twilight. She didn't like thinking about her personal mission for too long, it gave her a stomachache. So, instead, she thought about her friends...and Alan. Layla had been subtly testing the waters, so to speak, all day long. Layla's answer to most things was: get laid.

Had a bad day at work? Get laid.

You got broken up with? Get laid.

Feeling under the weather? You should probably get laid.

Although...Rachel had to admit that her best friend wasn't actually wrong. When they were younger, in their mid teens, they'd started exploring with each other. Not long after puberty they both had figured out that boys and girls got them horny, and they’d mostly taken to having fun whenever they spent the night at each other's place.

But for a year there, they'd had a boy to share. He was a cute boy with blonde hair, tall and fairly athletic, a huntsman. They all shared and everyone was happy. Then they'd been found out and they'd been forced to break it all off. The difference in how they recovered from the situation was that Rachel never really had. While Layla had been depressed for awhile, she hadn't found it very difficult to jump back into the dating pool and keep her head comfortably above water. She always seemed to be able to find boys to run around and have a roll in the hay with. But Rachel...didn't. The majority of people stopped trusting and even associating with her after she became a full-fledged necromancer and even among her own peers it was hard to find someone who wasn't wholly enthralled in the arcane and often dark arts of necromancy.

She liked it, she was good at it...just not really obsessed with it.

She still wanted friends, wanted to date, and...yes, she wanted to get laid.

How long had it been now? After a moment's consideration, she realized it had been over a year since she'd bedded someone.

Rachel realized she was staring at Alan. Was Layla right? Should she just jump him? Obviously neither Layla nor Morgan had any problem sharing. If anything, they'd be happy for her. And Alan was clearly into her. He was polite about it, but she'd seen him checking her out. And she'd be lying if she said she hadn't been doing the exact same thing. He was a little skinnier than she liked them, but he was definitely cute, and he seemed nice enough.

So what was stopping her?

Here was safe, happy, risk-free sex with a cute guy and probably her friends. She did miss having sex with Layla, too...

Maybe she was just afraid. Well, it was obvious that there was some kind of fear there, but it felt like a vague fear. What was she afraid of? That he'd reject her? That he'd be repulsed by her? That...that what? None of that seemed likely at all. Although she wasn't vain or arrogant, Rachel was aware that she was still physically attractive...even if she rarely felt like it anymore. She knew, on a rational level, that if someone could get past her necromancy, there was at least a decent chance that they'd be attracted to her...

Maybe. Or maybe there wasn't. Maybe she was really off-putting. Well, she'd been in a bad enough mood lately.

“Go talk to him,” Layla said suddenly.

Rachel glanced over, realizing that Layla had fallen back on the path to walk beside her. Morgan was at the head of the group, leading the way, as usual, and Alan was in between them.

“About what?” she replied.

“Anything...the weather...just talk with him. He's nice. And who knows, maybe you'll like him,” Layla said.

Rachel opened her mouth to argue, but realized that she didn't even have anything to argue about. She wasn't feeling particularly antisocial right now and she didn't have any aversion to Alan. Layla was right, she probably would like him.

All at once, a thought struck Rachel, some old proverb she'd heard: A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Or something like that. She doubted she could solve all her personal problems in a night, or even in a year...but she hadn't actually been trying to solve them for a long time now. Obviously hopping on some guy's dick wouldn't solve her troubles...but maybe it was a step in the right direction. It was like that other old saying about falling off horses and getting back on. She'd fallen off the relationship horse a long time ago, years ago.

She should probably try again. And what safer bet was there than this current situation?

“Fine,” she said.

“Good luck,” Layla said, smiling.

Rachel sped up her walk until she was walking alongside Alan.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hey,” he replied.

A moment of awkward silence passed.

“So...uh, why did you decide to join up with us?” she asked.

“It's a little complicated,” Alan replied, clearly measuring what to say or perhaps how much to say. He sighed suddenly. “I did it for more than one reason but probably a big motivating factor was that I wanted to feel like my parents...liked my life choices. I mean...I don't want to make them sound like bad parents, they're great, but they clearly wanted me to at least try this out.”

“I can understand that,” Rachel said. “I know about...'fitting in' issues, or disappointment issues. I always felt kind of distant from my parents, even at a young age, and I eventually figured out it was because I was attuned to magic and they weren't. It's rare, but it does happen. More importantly, I was attuned to necromancy magic. Ultimately it was determined that I would train, and live at, the local necromancy guild. When I moved out, I think all of us were relieved. But, of course, I still felt like an outcast there. Normally, a necromancer is culled from the offspring of other necromancers who eventually settle down and have children. So there's this kind of community there...I had come from essentially non-magical parents, no one knew me, or trusted me.”

“I'm sorry. That sounds miserable.”

Rachel sighed but she was starting to feel a bit better actually. She supposed one of the truths of the human condition, or, really, any sentient race, was that complaining about something generally made you feel better, like letting off steam.

“We should bed down here for the night,” Morgan said suddenly.

Rachel looked around. The sun was almost totally gone now and in the remaining twilight, she saw a forest off to the right of the path.

“Why here specifically?” Layla asked.

“I've been through here before more than once. There's this fantastic natural hot spring not too far from here. It's a great place to soak after a long day.”

“Ooh, I like that,” Rachel said, feeling an unexpected burst of joy. The idea of soaking in hot water was extremely appealing and she was looking forward to just being able to stop moving for the night.

They broke off the main path and headed into the forest.

…

“Okay,” Layla said, fixing her gaze on Alan. “Before I take a bath, I want to get dirty...” She then looked over at Rachel. “You comfortable with watching? You've sure done it enough in our friendship,” she asked.

Rachel nodded. “Yeah, I'd like to watch,” she said, then she glanced at Alan. “Um, I mean, if it's okay with you.”

“Yeah, it's fine,” he replied. Honestly, he wished Rachel would do more with him than just watch, she was really attractive, but he didn't want to push it, and Layla was enough for him as it was right now.

“Good, let's go. Morgan, I'm borrowing your bed.”

“Fine,” Morgan replied.

They all headed into the tent. Alan and Layla quickly stripped naked and climbed onto Morgan's huge bed. Layla was fairly fierce as she shoved him back onto the bed and began kissing him passionately, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He ran his hands over her taut, furry body, groping her firm breasts and tight ass.

She broke away suddenly.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked.

“Just lay there, I'll take care of the rest. I'm feeling pretty fucking restless and horny right now,” Layla replied.

He watched as she got on top of him, facing away from him, showing him her perfect ass. He glanced over and saw Morgan and Rachel staring at them intently. Well, at least they were enjoying the show. He wondered what it was like. He'd never watched someone have sex before. Returning his attention to Layla, he saw her reach back and grab his cock, then place it at the entrance of her pussy. She began to push back.

They both groaned as he penetrated her. On her hands and knees now, she started pushing back against him. He'd been taught this position by Jasmine: reverse cowgirl. It felt fucking amazing. And it looked pretty fantastic too.

“Oh, holy fuck Layla!” he moaned, watching his cock disappear into her perfect felis pussy over and over again.

“You like that?” she asked.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Oh...fuck yes.”

He reached out and placed his hands on her ass, watching her tail sway back and forth. It began to go faster and then started twitching this way and that the longer she rode him. “Mmm...that's it...don't come yet...” she moaned, riding him harder and faster, impaling herself on his rock hard cock over and over again. “I just need a little...bit...longer...oh fuck yes!” she shrieked. He felt her start to orgasm and within seconds he started his own climax.

Both of them began squirting their sex juices. Alan became lost inside of her, in her twitching muscles and steaming hot pussy and all of her wonderful wetness as he shot load after load of his seed deep into her.

Slowly, their orgasms petered off and Layla got off of him, flopping onto Morgan's big bed. “Okay,” she said, getting her breath back, “now I'm ready for a soak.”

“Me too,” Alan murmured, all at once exhausted. The weight of the day had seemed to finally descended on him. It had been quite awhile since he'd exercised this much, even if the exercise was just a lot of walking.

“You coming?” Layla asked as she got up off the bed.

“Definitely,” Morgan replied as she began undressing.

Rachel looked uncertain. She glanced at Alan, then at Layla, then heaved a sigh. “Fuck it,” she said. “I'll be joining you.”

She began getting out of her intricate leather and lace getup. Layla took Alan's hand and led him out of the tent and to the hot spring. They were following Morgan out. He couldn't help but look at her huge white ass.

They got into the hot spring, which was a bubbling, steaming hole of fairly clear and clean looking water. They all let out relieved sighs of pleasure as they settled in, finding natural seats along the rock walls.

“Holy shit, that's nice,” Layla said.

Alan nodded, fighting not to nod off. A moment passed.

“Hot damn Rachel, I forgot how fucking good you look naked,” Layla said suddenly.

Alan glanced over, so did Morgan. She was right. Rachel was extremely pale and curvy. She had very large breasts, thick thighs, and broad hips. She stood at the edge of the hot spring, then carefully lowered herself in, next to Layla and Alan.

“It's been a long time since I've been naked in front of anyone,” she said.

“You have nothing to worry about,” Morgan assured her. “Layla's right, you are fucking hot Rachel.”

“Thanks,” she replied, a little awkwardly. “It is nice, at least. I like being naked.”

“Me too,” Layla said.

“Same,” Morgan added.

Alan laid back against Layla's chest and she put both arms around him, holding him close to her. His first day, he decided, had gone really well.

CHAPTER III

Alan came awake as the bed shifted and moved. Someone big and heavy was moving around on the bed he was asleep in and for a brief moment he didn't know what was going on. He opened his eyes as the blankets were pulled back and someone grabbed his legs, pushing them open. He looked down and found himself staring into Morgan's big blue-gray eyes. She was laying in between his legs and staring up at him, smiling.

He groaned as she took his cock into her mouth and started sucking him off.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned.

She started bobbing her head, sliding her big red lips up and down the length of his dick, going faster and faster as the seconds ticked by. Inside, her mouth was wonderfully wet and amazingly hot. And the way she sucked...the way she slipped her big, pink tongue repeatedly over the head of his dick, stimulating the extra sensitive skin. He had a raging case of morning wood and for whatever reason it seemed to make him even more sensitive to touch and pleasure than usual. Alan groaned again, reaching down and placing a hand on her big head. He could feel his cock throbbing inside of her mouth, getting ready to blow off.

He loved watching Morgan work, loved the way her mouth was noticeably bigger than any other woman he'd been with, not that that was a particularly long list at this point in his life. Alan felt all thoughts being filtered out of his head as he came closer and closer to orgasm, staring at this fucking nine-foot, naked sex goddess sucking his cock. All of a sudden it was there, exploding out of his cock and into her mouth.

“Ohh fuck!” he groaned as his cock launched the first spurt of his seed into Morgan's waiting mouth. She kept bobbing her head and sucking even as he came. He realized, as he continued coming, his hips thrusting up involuntarily with each pulse of pleasure as his seed left him in thick spurts, that the thing he liked the most while he was watching her do this was that there was such a loving kindness in her eyes, in the way she was doing this, as if she was doing it for him simply because she wanted to bring him pleasure and nothing more, no ulterior motives, nothing. In that moment, she just wanted to be nice to him.

He let out another prolonged groan as his dick kicked hard one more time, and then he was done, spent, chest heaving as his head hit the pillow.

“How's that for a way to wake up?” Morgan asked after taking his dick out of her mouth.

“Absolutely amazing,” he replied. “Thank you so much.”

“You're welcome, cutie. I've gotta say, I really like you.” She got up off the bed and moved over to a table where a bottle of strawberry wine resided. She took a big drink of it.

“I had kind of gathered that,” he replied, getting up and rubbing at his eyes, really coming awake now. Golden, early-morning sunshine streamed in through the front flaps of the tent. “I really like you, too, Morgan...where are the others?”

“Washing up in the hot spring. I was just out of there, I'm going to make breakfast now. You like sausage and eggs?” she asked.

“Yeah, definitely.”

“Well, get out there and wash up, I'll get started.”

“Yes ma'am,” he replied, staring at her huge, pale ass. As he started moving, Morgan began getting dressed.

Alan headed out of the tent and into the sunlight. He wasn't exactly comfortable standing outside totally naked, but he was surprised by how well he was handling it. He'd never exactly been the confident type. Then again, two different women had fucked him multiple times in the past few days and apparently that did wonders for a man's confidence. He saw Layla and Rachel in the hot spring together, very close to each other. Actually, Rachel was sitting in Layla's lap.

“Mmm, I'd forgotten how soft and warm you are,” Rachel was saying as Alan approached.

“And I'd forgotten how wonderful your boobs are,” Layla replied, groping one of them gently. She glanced up. “Hey cutie, how was Morgan's mouth?”

“Wonderful,” Alan replied, slipping down into the water.

“She does have a very nice tongue...you should try her out, Rachel, I'm sure she'd be willing to go down on you,” Layla said.

“Maybe I will,” Rachel replied.

Alan dunked his head below the water to help himself wake up, and to focus, since now he was imaging Rachel on her back, totally naked with her wonderful pale legs spread wide, Morgan eating her out. He came back up, ran his hands through his hair and rubbed his eyes. For a few moments, the three of them sat there in relative silence.

Because he thought he should get to know them better, Alan decided to speak up. “So...um, how did you two meet?” he asked.

“For the first time?” Layla replied. “Well, we grew up together. The very first time I met Rachel, though...” She laughed and Rachel groaned.

“Come on, don't tell this story,” she said.

“Nope, I'm telling it...I got hit in the head by rock and damned near passed out,” Layla began. Rachel sighed. “I was six years old, in my backyard, exploring.”

“You were digging in the dirt,” Rachel muttered.

“I was exploring for lost treasure,” Layla said firmly. “And then I got whacked in the head with this rock. The next thing I know I'm on my back and there's this skinny pale girl with ragged hair and dirt on her face standing over me, tears in her eyes. She said she thought she'd killed me. Then she apologized profusely...what was it you were trying to do?”

Rachel heaved a sigh. “I was trying to see how far I could throw a rock,” she said.

“She threw it pretty far, actually. She lived two doors down and she had been in her backyard at the time.”

“So what did you do? How'd you respond?” Alan asked.

Layla laughed. “I bet her I could throw farther than she could and...we became friends that day. We started hanging out all the time, running around town, getting into trouble, playing pranks on boys. It was a lot of fun...now I'm curious, we only visited your parents when you left town. Where's your best friend...or did I just ask a sad question?” she asked.

“Yeah, but not too sad,” Alan replied. “I mean, I guess not. He didn't die or anything. I had a best friend. He lived farther into town. We met one day when our moms had dragged us to the marketplace. We just started talking and we kept talking and my mom, who happened to know his mother, at least in passing, suggested that one of us spend the night at the other’s house. I ended up over there and we stayed up half the night talking. After that we ended up hanging out almost every day, going everywhere all over town. Eventually, though, his father ended up getting a very good business deal that he couldn't say no to down in Blue Bay. I've gone to visit him a few times since and we write but...it was never quite the same after that.”

“I'm sorry,” Rachel said. “I know what it's like to lose friends...Layla's the only friend that's stuck with me after I became a necromancer.”

“Necromancer...do people really give you that much crap for it? As I've come to understand it, necromancers very useful and necessary.”

“We are,” Rachel agreed, frowning deeply. “But we're also not to be trusted. Necromancer's 'go bad' frequently, according to the average small town idiot...uh, no offense intended. It's worse for female necromancers. Men are always convinced we're trying to seduce them for dark purposes. No, it couldn't be that we just want to get laid...sorry. I've actually been feeling a bit less grumpy lately. I think it's because we're getting close to wrapping this up.”

“Speaking of that, where are we going next?” Layla asked.

“I don't know too much about it, but I think it'd be best to discuss over breakfast, with all of us together,” Rachel replied.

“Good point,” Layla said. “Let's finish up, I smell breakfast cooking.”

Alan made sure he was clean, then he pulled himself up out of the hot spring with Rachel and Layla. The three of them walked back to the camp, his eyes straying more than once to their nude, glistening bodies, especially Rachel's. She had a thick ass. He marshaled his thoughts as they got back to camp and headed into the tent. The three of them dried off and pulled on their clothing. It took Rachel longer than either him or Layla, given how complex her outfit was. Once they were dressed, they headed to the table outside.

“Just in time,” Morgan said.

The places were set, milk and water were in the glasses, and eggs and sausage had been fried up and laid out, along with a bowl of fruit. The four of them sat down and set about gathering up their meals, fueling up on food for the day.

“We're going to a castle,” Rachel said in between bites. “It's old, abandoned for awhile as far as I've been able to tell in my studies. It's about four miles north of here, in the middle of nowhere, pretty much. I don't know what's there or who might be squatting, but we need to get in there and recover the second to last shard.”

“How are you tracking these things?” Alan asked.

Rachel seemed to consider his question for a moment, then she stood up suddenly and went into the tent. A moment later she emerged, holding a rolled up parchment in her grasp. Coming back to the table, she opened it up, laying it out flat. Alan studied it. It looked like an old map of the continent. Several towns were missing from it. Most interesting of all, however, were two gently glowing red dots, one of which, he determined after a moment, was very near their current position. The other dot was farther north, near the mountains that ridged the top of the country, probably about another day's walk or so, maybe two.

“Where did you find this?” Alan asked.

“I found it in a necromancy archive out in the middle of nowhere I was staying at last month. They maintain a few of these isolated archives to keep track of necromancy history and crucial information but the reality of the situation is that no one really cares all that much. The buildings and basements are jam-packed with shelves and stacks of old papers and maps and orders and pretty much everything you can imagine. The problem is that most of it is mundane information. So there I was, helping catalog some old information, and I found this map and a note attached to it. This artifact...” she hesitated, looking around.

“This artifact was broken and split up at one point, by an evil man. A necromancer attempted to discern a way to track the artifact. Ultimately, he managed to figure out a spell that he infused a map with, this map.”

“So...what happened?” Layla asked.

“I'm not sure. I think he might have been killed before he could enact his plan and the map ended up lost in the shuffle. But I found it and I...took a leave of absence to deal with this.”

“So, you said this isn't official necromancer business, right?” Alan asked.

“Yes, that's right,” Rachel replied. “It's...personal. And I don't really want to get into why it's personal...I'm sorry. Like I said, once this is all actually done, I can explain everything.”

“I guess we'll have to wait for the explanation then,” Morgan said. “In the meantime, let's finish up. I'd like to get back on the road. I'm getting restless.”

“Same,” Layla said.

They finished eating their breakfast. Alan found himself starting to get anxious. They might be going into actual combat soon. Well...he'd had combat training, and these three women seemed quite capable. Who knew, maybe he'd discover that he was actually competent at defending himself? He'd never had to so far in his life.

After breakfast had concluded, they packed up their things and Morgan broke down the camp. She tied it off to her belt and they started walking.

…

For the first part of the walk, Alan was content enough to move along in silence, simply staring at the ambient wonder around him. He'd never been this far away from his home. He'd expected to feel more fear out here in the wilderness, although he wasn't sure why. Perhaps because it was the unknown. When he took a walk over to Birchwood, (it was just under a two hour walk), he always felt at peace among the trees and grasslands and plant life. There was something mesmerizing about it. He'd heard from more than one source that it affected him especially, and those like him, because of how attuned they were to the natural magical fields that flowed across the lands like ether winds. It was like being in tune with nature itself.

So he simply wore a small smile and enjoyed himself as he trailed along after the others. They spent most of the trip walking along a creek that ran near the path, passing through small copses that were not quite forests. Alan felt his fears slowly slipping away from him as he took in the natural beauty and soft breezes.

Finally, he decided that he should continue getting to know the people he was working (and sleeping) with. He seemed to be getting along, to varying degrees, with all three of them, and none of them seemed hostile towards him. Rachel was guarded, but even that was slipping away. He had an idea that letting him she her naked, more than once, was a large show of trust. He still wasn't sure about how he felt about his own naked body. He certainly didn't feel confident, but he didn't exactly feel ugly, either. Well...most days.

More often than not, he tried to satisfy himself with the knowledge that while he may not be great looking, he was probably about average. Of course, it was difficult to find any confidence when you were pale and skinny in a world that favored bronzed and built. Blacksmiths were bronzed and built, hunters were, outdoorsman were. Warriors were. And of course all the fucking women seemed to swoon and fawn over those type of men.

He'd never had anyone fighting for his attention.

Alan looked ahead and saw that Rachel was moving to catch up with Morgan, leaving Layla alone. He matched pace with her.

“So...I'm just curious about something,” he said.

“What's that?” Layla replied amicably.

“A few times you seem to have firmly stated that our relationship is going to be friends with benefits. I'm not disputing it or even disagreeing with you, I'm just curious as to why you're so...firm on that...it's okay if you don't want to tell me.”

Layla was frowning now. She shook her head. “No, it's fine. I like you. I can tell you. I just had a shitty couple of relationships. The first one...well, I've told you about the boy Rachel and I shared. About six months after that, I found another boy I liked. He was a felis and a hunter. We got along really well. He was from another village just on the other side of the forest I hunted in, so we were never more than a twenty minute walk from each other. We met by chance in the forest, started flirting, things got serious. We dated for about six months and then the whole thing blew up spectacularly,” she explained.

“What happened?” Alan asked.

She sighed heavily. “He found out about my relationship with Rachel and the other guy and he just...blew up. I mean, he flipped his shit utterly. He said he was disgusted that not only had I slept with a human, I had slept with two...at the same time! Oh, how could I?! Apparently he'd been hiding his bigotry. He walked out on me and I never saw him again...not that I wanted to. But I was pretty depressed after that. I thought I was in love with him, and I guess I was for awhile there. Even after that shattered the situation I was still kind of lovesick for him...but then I got over it and I was glad he was gone.”

“Man...I'm really sorry.”

“Yeah, me too, but whatever. I stopped dating and started kind of sleeping around after that. After about another two years, I met someone else. He was new in town, a cute elf guy that I had developed a bad crush on pretty quickly. He was having a rough time since, you know, elves aren't treated too well. But there were enough elves, felis, and beryl around that you could do okay for yourself if you weren't a human. He liked me too and we got serious. After about six months we ended up getting a place together. We lived together another six months and...things started going bad. It was a slow, gradual thing, so I wasn't really paying attention. It wasn't at all like before, when my relationship exploded like a damned fireball.

“No...it was like a very slow burn. His problem was jealousy. He started getting jealous. I'm naturally pretty flirty...in case you somehow have missed that. I like flirting but I've never cheated. Not once. I'm loyal and I have respect. And I had a lot of friends around town. He started asking me about where I'd been, what I was doing, who I was with...first it was confusing, then it was annoying, then it became a real problem. When he proposed to me about a year after we'd started dating...” she shook her head and sighed softly.

“I'd been thinking about doing...something for about a month at that point. Having a serious talk or maybe even taking a break...I broke up with him, because at that point we were fighting a lot. I wanted to go out and be on my own, I still needed to have my own life, to just hang out with friends or even just be by myself. I like being by myself at least some of the time. But no, he had it in his head that I was going to cheat on him and he was so damned jealous. He tried everything to get me to stay and I...almost did. Almost. I came so close. He begged and begged and pleaded and then, at the end, he hit me. And that's what broke the relationship forever. I hit him back...I broke his nose, actually. And then I left.

“We talked once more after that, and he apologized, and then started in again with trying to get me back, but I told him no. Permanently no. That's when I decided I didn't want to be around town anymore. I wanted to just...leave. So I did. I said goodbye to my parents and my friends, I gathered up the stuff I wanted to take with me, bought some camping gear. and I just walked out of town. I walked for a long time.”

“That...really sucks, I'm sorry.”

“Well, it all turned out for the best, I think. I mean, here I am. I'm happy, I've got some good friends. I ended up loving life on the road. I'm happier than I've ever been out here. So, the two relationships that kind of soured me on the idea of a more permanent relationship, and the fact that I don't really live in any one place for too long, nor do I regularly take on consistent traveling companions, are the reasons why I don't do serious boyfriend-girlfriend relationships. I just have...friends, that I fuck. And that's easier.”

“It sounds easier,” Alan replied.

Layla smiled and took his hand. “I'm glad you agree.”

He laughed and squeezed her soft, furry hand. “You seem to like hand-holding.”

“I do, a great deal. I don't know why, it's just so...intimate. And despite all I just told you, I still do like being intimate, not just on a physical level but, for a select few, on an emotional level, too. And you're one of those. It's early yet, but I do feel a connection with you. Stronger and quicker than usual. I don't know why, there's just...something about you. Do you feel the same way? Don't worry, you don't have to answer yes, I won't be mad if you answer no...on the other hand, I will be mad if you lie to me,” she said.

Alan chuckled nervously. “Well, I'm not in the habit of lying, if I can help it. I do feel something but it's all kind of...crazy and up in the air right now. You make me feel amazing but one thing I've figured out is that sex will make you stupid. You need to wait for things to settle down before you can really judge how you feel about someone. I have to say though, so far, I really do like you. You're...very brave and nice and happy.”

Layla smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you.”

They walked on.

…

Layla once again found herself staring at a huge, imposing structure. It wasn't all that different from the military fort they'd raided a few days ago. Crumbling stone walls surrounding a crumbling stone structure three stories high, all of this presided over by big, dark, gray clouds threatening rain. Distantly, thunder rumbled, as if to add to the mood and confirm that theory. To her trained and skilled eyes, the place looked abandoned. Of course, that might not always be true. One thing Layla had picked up on, living and fighting out here in the wilderness, was that things were not always as they appeared.

In fact, they could often be the exact opposite.

She weighed her options, trying to consider how best to do this. Obviously waltzing in through the front door was out of the question. So why not retry the last idea? It had worked well...for the most part. Go in through the back door. Or a side door, at least. She finished searching the area from her position atop one of the taller trees and shimmied back down to where the others were waiting for her. Brushing her hands, she said, “It looks empty.”

“Well let's go then,” Rachel said. “Sounds like a big storm is coming.”

“We should take our time, find an alternate way in,” Layla replied.

“You just said it looks empty.”

“Exactly, it looks empty, that doesn't mean it is. What's the downside? We spend some time looking for another way in, it turns out to be empty, so we wasted some time? If it isn't empty, then maybe we avoided an ambush, or we could set up an ambush of our own.”

“Fine.”

Layla turned to face Alan and Morgan. “You two good and ready?”

“Ready,” Morgan replied hungrily.

“I'm ready,” Alan said. She stared at him for a moment, trying to gauge how ready he actually was. He seemed nervous, but not on the edge of falling apart. It would have to do.

“All right, let's go. I saw a big crack in the wall, left side. That's where we're going to get in through. Try to keep low, fast and quiet. Follow my lead.”

They all said that they understood. The game was on. Layla honed her focus down to a narrow point as she pulled out her bow, ready for action. She led the team through the forest, then past the treeline, out into the very exposed overgrown field between the castle wall and the trees. All of her muscles tensed up, waiting for some unseen attack, but she managed to get them safely to the crumbling wall.

So far, so good.

The crack in the wall was easy enough for her, Alan, and Rachel to get through, but Morgan had a bit of trouble. She managed to get into the alleyway of space between the wall and the castle without making too much noise, and Layla began leading them towards the back, almost convinced that they might pull this off.

Then, suddenly, overhead, window shudders burst open and someone shouted: “We've got intruders!”

Cursing sharply, Layla grabbed and notched an arrow while looking up, spying a man with long, shaggy hair leaning out the window, looking down at them. She aimed and released the arrow. It shot through the air and punched into his head. He let out a startled strangled sound and pitched forward, out the window and towards the ground. They barely managed to get out of the falling corpse's way before it slammed into the dirt.

“Well, obviously going in the back is out of the fucking question!” Rachel snapped.

“To the front! No sense in making it hard on ourselves,” Morgan declared with glee, trying to get her huge sword out. She turned and began barreling towards the front of the castle. Layla sighed and raced after her, snapping for Rachel and Alan to follow after her. Inside the castle, she could hear shouting. Based on the glimpse she'd gotten of the idiot falling out of the window, there were a bunch of thieves squatting here.

She'd had encounters with roving bands of thieves before. They were generally scum, failures who roamed the land with daggers and crossbows and poison, preying on the weak and unwary. They tended to make their hideouts in abandoned places such as these. Probably the only good thing that came out of out taking down these types of jerks was that there was usually a good haul at the end of it, but even that was a bittersweet thing since they'd snagged their ill-gotten goods from innocent merchants and travelers.

Though there might be a bounty on them.

Layla could hear more commotion, shouting and running footfalls as they came around the front of the castle. Morgan was already to the front door, raring for a fight. She burst in through the remains of the front doors. Layla sprinted the distance to catch up with her and came into the main hall of the castle just in time to see Morgan standing there, brandishing her huge broadsword, staring up at a dozen thieves on the second story.

“Holy shit, she's huge!” one of them marveled.

“Fight me or get out,” Morgan snapped.

Alan and Rachel came in as well. A long, drawn out moment of silence passed as the thieves considered what to do.

Finally, one of them, a big, burly man with a wicked scar down one side of his face, seemed to screw up his courage. “Kill them!” he shouted.

It was all Layla needed to act. She'd been taking aim on the leader while they were deciding what to do and now she let the arrow fly. He tried to sidestep at the last second but failed and the arrow punched through his eye, becoming lodged in his head in a spray of blood. He pitched forward and fell over the railing they'd all be standing at on the second story landing. He landed with the sound of breaking bones on the stonework floor below.

Chaos broke out then.

Two of the people in grubby armor, most of it leather but some chainmail, stayed up top, aiming their crossbows down for kill shots. The rest of them all made a mad scrambled for two stairways that led down into the main hall, brandishing blades and killing weapons of all kinds. Layla took aim for the two that had remained up top, trusting the other three to watch her back. She aimed carefully and loosed the second arrow. It was a good shot and punched right through her target's forehead, sending him stumbling back out of view.

As she lined up for another shot, the rest of the thieves hit the ground floor and Morgan crashed into them like a tidal wave. She rammed her blade through the chest of the nearest one, goring him all the way through. Then, screaming in bloodlust, she lifted him up and swung him around. He flew off the blade that had impaled him and slammed into another group of the attacking men and women, sending them sprawling every which way.

Layla almost laughed as she took her next shot, aiming and firing. This arrow almost hit, but it narrowly missed the second crossbow-wielding jerk. He moved to the side and fired his own shot back. Layla hissed in pain as the bolt almost hit her, cutting across her right shoulder and opening up a burning line of pain. Biting back a curse, she snapped her bow over as she notched a second arrow, aimed and fired.

This one hit the asshole in the neck.

A nasty way to go.

An orange-red burst of light and a wave of heat to her right drew her gaze. As she grabbed for another arrow, she saw Alan had set two of the thieves aflame. Good, he'd popped his cherry, so to speak.

It didn't take much longer between all four of them to clean up the rest. Despite their advantage in numbers, Layla and especially Morgan were too well trained to be put down by these amateurs. In the end, they killed every last thief, at least all of them that were immediately visible. Layla thought, as she surveyed the death and carnage, that there might be more deeper in the castle. It was a pretty big place and it would take awhile to search.

“That was fun,” Morgan said, tearing a relatively clean shirt off of one of the thieves and using it to clean her blade. “In a nasty kind of way.”

“Y-yeah,” Alan replied. Layla looked over at him. He still stood in the doorway and he was trembling slightly now.

“Let's start searching,” Rachel said, coming into the main hall fully and looking around. “We can loot the place afterward.”

“Sounds fine by me,” Morgan replied.

“We'll be along in a minute,” Layla said, moving over to Alan. He looked pale. Rachel glanced at him, looking like she was going to say something, then nodded and moved away into the castle. Layla got to him and took his hand. “You want to step back outside for a minute?” she asked.

“Um...yeah,” he replied. He seemed distant.

She led him back out into the failing light. It was darker now and there was more thunder. Layla gave him a hug. “Are you okay?” she asked.

“I don't know,” he replied. The hug seemed to bring him back a bit. “I mean...I've never had to kill anyone before. I knew...that it would be necessary and it's certainly been talked about enough in my life. My parents did a fair job preparing me for the eventuality. I just...” he trailed off.

“I know. It's horrible,” Layla said. “It's a grim necessity of the life...if you can't handle it, I need to know.”

“No, I can handle it,” he replied, sounding a little firmer, a little more resolute now. He'd gotten most of his color back. “I didn't panic in there, at least. The time came and I acted. I got it done,” he said.

“You got it done,” she agreed. “That's what matters. Do you feel up to helping us search the castle?” she asked.

“Yeah, I can do that.”

“Good. Come on.”

She stuck out her hand. He looked at it for a second, then a soft smile touched his lips and he took it. They walked back into the castle together.

…

An hour passed, then two.

It seemed to take forever. The castle was large, with lots old, dusty rooms and passageways and hidden chambers. Morgan was grateful to whatever long-dead lord or rich person who had commissioned construction of the castle and overseen its design. Whoever they'd been, they had been fond of high ceilings, which meant that she had access to almost the whole castle without having to get down on her hands and knees and crawl or spend the whole time doing an awkward kind of crouch-walk. Which also meant that she could help with the search.

Even with her help, it seemed to go on for ages.

They thankfully didn't find any more of the thieves hiding out, which either meant that they'd killed the whole collection of them or the survivors had listened to their instincts and gotten out of the castle while they still could. Morgan was a little worried about Alan, but he seemed to be holding up well enough.

As they came up on the end of the second solid hour of searching, Morgan ended up heading back to the main hall since there was just one room left to search, the master bedroom, and Layla and Rachel seemed to be handling it well.

She passed Alan on the way and stopped. “Hey, Alan, come with me,” she said.

He didn't seem nearly as interested in the search as he had been originally and he glanced back towards the master bedroom, where he must have been heading.

“No luck?” he asked, joining her.

“None yet,” Morgan replied. They began heading back to the main hall. “You doing okay? It was pretty intense down there.” She didn't really think it was, the assault of the goblin horde had been a lot worse, but clearly it had been intense for him.

“I'm doing better,” he replied. And he did seem better. He wasn't as pale anymore, nor was he shaking from coming down off of adrenaline as he had been for the first half hour or so.

“I felt about the same, when I first had to do it,” Morgan said.

“What happened...if you don't mind my asking,” he replied.

“I don't mind. I was seventeen. Some thieves had broken into my family homestead. They were threatening my parents. I was coming back from a walk and when I realized what was happening I just...lost it. I burst into that fucking house and broke the leader's neck. I killed two more of them before the others fled. I just...I snapped when I realized someone was threatening my parents,” she explained.

“How did your parents react?”

“They were shocked. I scared the shit out of them. I scared the shit out of myself, too. I had never been so angry in my life. That was what decided my dad, who had spent fifteen years as a guard before deciding to become a farmer, on teaching me to fight. I'd been asking for about a year at that point. I wanted to know how to use a sword, a bow and arrow, a shield, hand to hand combat. He said I shouldn't need to know that, that knowing it would only invite trouble into my life. But that day really drove home the reality of the situation, and it was all summed up on what I told him two days later, when I ask again.”

“What did you say?”

“I said, 'Dad, we didn't invite that trouble into our lives. It doesn't matter how much you invite trouble into your life or not, it's going to find its way to you eventually. I'd rather know how to defend myself and not need it than the other way around.' He knew I was right. I think he also saw it as his responsibility to sort of...teach me to control myself, my temper. I had been kind of a bitch up to that point, but none of us had realized that I could fly off the handle like that. So he spent the next few years training me, teaching me not just how to fight for myself, but how to fight for others, and how to control myself, center myself, keep from lashing out.”

“I see...I'm getting a feeling that something happened with your father, before all that,” Alan replied.

“What makes you say that?” she asked as they came back to the main hall.

“You said he was a guard for fifteen years, that sounds like a career, not just a job. And you also said that you lived on an isolated farm. You don't give up a career as a guard and move to the middle of nowhere with the conviction that knowing how to fight is a bad thing unless something happened, something bad.”

Morgan smiled, though it was a little bitter. “You're quite astute,” she said. “And you're right. He was hunting a serial killer. He and my mother lived in Mist before they moved away to the farm. A serial killer was going around, killing people. Short and less nasty version, after three months and close to thirty deaths, my father and his men finally hunted the guy down and killed him. But when they finally found his lair, down in the sewers...it was too much for my dad and a few of the others. He decided he was done with people, with civilization, and so they moved far, far away.”

“Oh...I'm sorry.”

“I am, too. But it's all kind of a moot point now. My parents died about five years ago. My mother had a heart attack in her sleep and my father...didn't really survive her passing. At that point I was spending more and more time away from home. By the time I got back home...he was already going. I stayed with him until the end...sorry, this is getting really heavy. Didn't mean to go off on a tangent like that. My original point was that killing is...well, in a way it's as simple as it is complicated. It's simple in the moment, it's what comes after that’s hard. But you seem to be doing well enough. I wanted to let you know, if you need someone to talk to, you can talk to me. And I'm sure Layla feels the same way...though I imagine what you'll be doing with her later won't involve much talking,” Morgan said, unable to hide a grin.

That got a laugh out of Alan. “Yeah, I guess so...what about you?” he asked, giving her a lustful look. It felt good to be looked at like that after so many looks of fear or discomfort she normally got. “You gonna be interested in a go?”

“I'm pretty much always down to fuck,” Morgan replied coolly. “Actually...I was wondering if maybe you and Layla might be up for a tumble.”

“That...sounds awesome,” he said, now fully grinning. Good, he wasn't thinking about the awful thing he'd had to do. And Morgan had had enough sexual encounters with Layla to be comfortable with her. She liked fucking guys more than girls, but some girls she ended up liking a lot, and Layla was one of those girls.

“Good...now, I was thinking that we should do a search of the grounds. In case the shard we're looking for ended up outside for whatever reason, or maybe there's a smaller structure somewhere else around here,” Morgan suggested.

“I'm game,” Alan replied.

“Perfect. Come on, let's get to it.”

They started by leaving the castle, heading out into the main courtyard between the front of the castle and the crumbling stone wall surrounding it. There wasn't anything obvious there save for a half collapsed gazebo and the remains of a garden long since lost to the ages. However, they discovered as they walked in between the narrow alleyway of space between the side of the castle and the wall, there was a back area.

And in that back area was a small stone structure, what might have been a tool shed or work shop or personal retreat.

Whatever it was, it needed to be checked out.

The first thing Morgan noticed was that someone had hastily tried to board up the door. Not exactly a good sign.

“Stay here,” she said quietly. “Watch my back.”

“Got it,” Alan replied just as softly.

Morgan approached the stone shed, frowning, getting a bad feeling from the structure, and not just because of the hastily hammered boards. But Morgan had learned to face her fear head on. She managed to get to the shed without a problem. After a moment of consideration, she moved over to one of the windows, which hadn't been boarded over. She crouched and peered inside. It was almost too dirty to see anything but through a clean spot she saw a table and some boxes, nothing else, nothing out of the ordinary.

Moving back to the door, she grabbed the first board and ripped it off. It came away without too much trouble, so did the rest of them. She opened the door and peered inside. Unfortunately, it was too small for her to get inside of and there was no way she was going to make Alan go in there. With a sigh, she straightened back up.

“Come on, we need to get the others.”

…

“Fuck!” Rachel snapped. “It's not here!”

“Calm down, Rachel,” Layla replied, sitting on the huge, messy bed. It was obvious that someone had been using it recently. Which made enough sense, she'd definitely claim it if she had to live in this crap heap. “I'm sure we'll find it.”

“We've searched everywhere and I'm still having trouble sensing the damned thing. It's definitely here...somewhere...” She sighed, obviously extremely frustrated. Layla was worried about her. Her nerves were wearing very thin and it made sense: they'd been going hard for three weeks straight. Layla stood up and made herself focus because she knew there was nothing more irritating than when you were seriously upset about something and someone else, especially your best friend, acted like it was no big deal.

She walked up behind Rachel, who was at the desk, standing rigid and tense with her hands on the back of the desk's chair. Layla placed her hand on Rachel's shoulder. “We'll find it, I promise,” she said quietly.

“Where could it be?” Rachel asked softly. She sounded miserable.

“We'll find it,” Layla repeated. “Come on. You said you had a spell to help you sense these things...”

“Yes and I've been using it. It's here but...not here. And we've been up and down this damned castle. If if it was in any of these rooms I'd know.”

They both glanced back as they heard approaching footfalls. Two sets: one heavy, one light. Morgan and Alan.

“Found something,” Morgan said as she ducked into the room.

“What?” Rachel asked, turning quickly away from the desk. “Did you find it?”

“No but there's a boarded up little stone building out back. It might be in there.”

“Perfect,” Rachel said, her determination returning. She marched out of the room, past Morgan and Alan, who looked after her.

“She's not in the best of moods,” Layla said quietly. “Come on.”

They followed in Rachel's wake, making their way back through the castle and to the stone structure Morgan and Alan had found. It didn't look very inviting.

“Well...let's go inside,” Rachel said quietly, having lost some of her gusto. She raised her staff and activated a light spell, then stepped into the shack. Layla was right behind her, then Alan.

“I'll stand guard out here,” Morgan said.

Layla looked around the shed. It looked mostly abandoned but there were bootprints on the floor. Obviously someone had been here recently. Probably the thieves, but...the boards over the door Morgan had pointed out indicated they'd been in here and had found something they didn't like. Something that caused them to try and lock it away.

But what?

“There,” Rachel said.

In the corner, she spied a stairwell descending into the earth.

“Oh perfect,” Alan muttered.

“I can feel the shard...it's a lot closer now. We have to go down there.”

“Great,” Layla said, understanding how Alan felt. Underground places always made her miserable and jumpy. “Fine, let's get this over with. Morgan! We found a basement, we're going down!” she called.

“Got it, watch out for yourself,” Morgan replied, poking her head in briefly.

Rachel led the way, her staff out, lighting the area up.

Layla followed first, Alan behind her, bringing up the rear. They descended into the earth. The stairwell ended in a partially finished room that had obviously been intended as a wine cellar. Wine racks, mostly empty, were set up to either side. There was a table and several chairs down there. The table had a half empty bottle of wine, some glasses and a deck of cards, as well as some candles. At the back of the room was a hole in the wall.

It led into what appeared to be cave.

“Crap,” Rachel muttered. “This just keeps getting better and better.”

They moved through the hole in the wall and into the cave tunnel. Layla made sure not to crowd up and got her bow ready, an arrow notched. No telling what could be in caves. Obviously the thieves had seen something that spooked them.

“How far is your damned shard?” Layla whispered.

“Hard to tell but definitely a lot closer now,” Rachel whispered back.

They kept going, following the tunnel. Layla was glad that it didn't do much more than turn a bit, there were no choices to make, no chance of being lost. All they had to do was turn around and walk back to get out.

All at once, the tunnel ended in a large, open space that smelled awful. It smelled like corpses. Rachel's light didn't travel far enough to see anything, so she activated a larger spell. Layla wished she hadn't. Besides about half a dozen corpses now being revealed, they also saw webbing strung up all over the ceiling and across the far walls.

“Fuck...” Alan whispered.

But they didn't see any spiders.

“It's empty,” Rachel murmured.

“Yeah but that might not keep,” Layla replied. “Find the damned shard.”

“All right, hold on...” Rachel placed the base of her staff against the ground and bowed her head, concentrating and whispering under her breath. Layla kept her eye out, paranoid that the spiders would return at any moment. But there were about twenty dark openings along the cave walls, way too many places to watch at once.

“There,” Rachel said all at once, raising her head and walking over to one of the bodies. She crouched and began searching it.

Layla heard a scurrying sound.

“Hurry up, Rachel...I think we're going to have company very soon,” Layla said.

The sounds mounted. Definitely giant spiders, definitely getting closer. “Found it!” Rachel called, standing up.

“Let's go-” Alan began.

Then they came. Dark, fast, huge shapes emerging from the walls. Layla sighted one of them and loosed an arrow, watching it sail through the air and punch through its body.

“Run!” she called.

They ran, getting back into the tunnel they'd come through. There was no time to fight, only to run. For a few moments, the walls of the tunnel blurred by. The only sound was the scurrying of spider legs. Layla looked back over her shoulder, she was bringing up the rear now, and wished she hadn't. The tunnel was alive with the things, crawling on the floor, walls, and ceiling.

“Keep running!” she screamed.

Up ahead, she could see the hole in the wall but from the way the spiders were gaining on them, she knew that she wasn't going to make it. Alan would and Rachel might. But not her...suddenly, Rachel stopped and turned around.

“What are you doing!?” Layla cried.

“MOVE!” Rachel snapped.

Layla moved, getting behind her. The necromancer suddenly jerked her staff forward and an enormous ball of fire was released. No, Layla realized as she looked away, not a ball, a wave of fire, the biggest she'd ever seen Rachel do. It shot through the tunnel, turning the giant spiders into crispy remains in an instant.

Almost as immediately as it had begun it was over and Rachel collapsed.

“Rachel!” Layla cried, rushing forward.

Alan hurried to join her. Rachel was mumbling something, her eyes half closed. She was even paler than usual.

“Damn Rachel,” Layla said, getting an arm around her and helping her to her feet. “That was very risky.”

“Had to do it,” Rachel murmured. Alan helped Layla prop Rachel up further. “Got the job done,” she said.

“And that's what counts,” Alan replied softly.

“I suppose so,” Layla said.

They walked back out into the daylight and updated Morgan on the situation, who ended up carrying Rachel, cradling her in her big, strong arms.

“Now what?” Alan asked.

“Now we put Rachel to bed for a little bit and spend the time searching this place up and down for a payday. Then we make camp for the night,” Layla replied.

…

They had made camp about half a mile from the castle, in a small forest just outside of the nearest town.

Alan was tired, but he felt good. Excited, almost. He had survived two near death experiences. Rachel was still asleep. Layla had told him that she would probably be out until morning and that she'd be fine, to let her rest. They had cooked up a big meal of potatoes, beef, lamb, and chicken, eating and chatting happily as the sun headed for the horizon and the rain started to fall. When that happened they headed inside.

“So...I'm finally not feeling so full that I'm ready to burst,” Morgan said. “I'm feeling...frisky. How about you two?”

“I am,” Layla said immediately. She looked at Alan, they both looked at him with a kind of hunger in their eyes.

He felt his cheeks flushing but already he was getting a hard-on. “I definitely am.”

“What do you say, Layla? Threesome? Been awhile.”

“Threesome,” Layla agreed. “Think you can handle both of us?”

“I doubt it,” Alan replied, “but I'd love to find out.”

That had both of them laughing.

“Wash up,” Morgan said. “I don't put dirty dick or pussy in my mouth if I can help it, and given that we have a washbasin and soap, I can definitely help it.”

“Agreed,” Layla said.

“I'm more than happy to accommodate,” Alan replied.

The three of them began undressing.

Alan felt his heart starting to hammer harder and faster as he watched the other two women undress. After all the crazy shit that had happened earlier, now he was going to be in a threesome for the first time in his life. He'd often fantasized about it but now, faced with the actual prospect of it, he wondered if he'd even be able to handle it.

Well, it was time to find out.

He joined them over at the washbasin and Morgan handed out rags and bars of soap. They spent a few minutes washing up, paying particular attention to their private regions. Then, after drying off quickly, they all moved over to Morgan's huge bed.

“So, how are we gonna do this?” Layla asked.

“I'm really horny,” Morgan replied. “How about you eat me and Alan fucks me in the mouth? Then he can fuck you from behind, then we can switch it up somehow.”

“Fine by me,” Alan said, climbing up on top of her.

“What a surprise,” Layla replied, laughing as she got down in between Morgan's huge thighs.

Alan rested his knees on either side of Morgan's neck and looked down at her large, beautiful face. She opened her mouth for him and he put his cock into it, then rested his hand on the top of her head. Morgan started sucking him off as he began fucking her in the mouth, slowly at first, sliding his cock in and out of the hot, wet opening, staring at her beautiful, full red lips. She began moaning as, behind him, Layla set to work eating her out.

Alan started going faster and harder, feeling the urge to really fuck her mouth. He prepared himself to stop the second it looked like she didn't like it anymore, but she seemed to actually be enjoying it, so he kept going harder. After about a minute of this he was really going, both hands on her head, banging into her mouth hard enough that the bed was starting to rock. She was moaning very loud now, writhing as Layla pleasured her with her skilled tongue. Alan had to stop suddenly, pulling out of her mouth.

“Whew...almost blew off,” he said, getting off of her.

“I don't blame you, that was really hot-oh yes Layla!” Morgan moaned.

Not wanting to be out of the game for too long, Alan got off of Morgan's large naked body and quickly got into place behind Layla, placing his hands on her taut, furry ass. Her tail was twitching back and forth, probably in anticipation. After giving himself a bit more time to get himself under control, Alan slid his cock into her tight, pink opening. She let out a loud, muffled moan as he penetrated her. A warm wave of pink pleasure washed through him as he started having sex with Layla. She brushed his bare chest with her tail.

Morgan was being louder now but had to put her hands over her mouth when Rachel shifted in her bed across the room. They didn't want to wake her. They kept going like this until Morgan had an orgasm and began to lose control of herself. Layla pulled up, out of the way of her powerful thighs as the half-giantess started coming, releasing a primal spray of sex juices. Her muscles spasmed and jerked as she came, covering her mouth with both hands, moaning very loudly until her orgasm had run its course.

“Okay...your turn to ride my face,” she said.

“Gladly, it's been too long,” Layla said.

While Layla got into the position Alan had been in several moments ago, he got into place between Morgan's thick thighs, up against her wet, pink opening. She moaned, now the muffled one as Layla settled over her face, as he pushed into her, burying himself in her wonderful pussy. She was incredibly wet inside and the heat was radiating off of her. Alan groaned, laying himself down on her, his head not even coming up to her huge breasts, as he started fucking her, sliding rapidly in and out of her, the pleasure consuming him.

He reached up and laid his hands across her breasts, groping and massaging them as he pounded her. He could feel her pushing against him, lifting him occasionally off the bed as she got too into it. Layla was panting and moaning in desperate pleasure as Morgan ate her out, putting her huge, skilled tongue to good use.

He and Layla started coming at about the same time.

Alan grunted as his dick kicked hard inside of Morgan's amazingly tight pussy. He moaned and felt his hips start to jolt forward with each fresh pulse of his orgasm. His dick began shooting thick loads of his seed deep into Morgan's half-giantess pussy. Ahead of him, Layla was moaning and trembling, her own orgasm tearing through her. Waves of hot pink pleasure filled Alan and he was lost for a brief, timeless moment inside of Morgan.

When it was over, he carefully pulled himself out of her and fell back onto the bed. Layla sagged off of Morgan and they all laid there for a long moment, getting their breath back.

“That was fucking amazing,” Alan said, the first to speak up.

“Yep,” Morgan replied. “I'm really liking where this is going.”

“Mmm...I'm really tired. You want to sleep in my bed tonight, Alan?” Layla asked, stifling a yawn and sitting up.

“Yes,” he replied.

They all got up and cleaned up a second time, then Morgan put out the candles and crawled into her bed. She was snoring softly within a few moments. Layla and Alan climbed into Layla's bed and he laid against her back, pressed up firmly against her soft, warm, furry body, breathing in her healthy natural scent.

“You happy?” she asked softly.

“Very,” he murmured, listening to the rain patter against the tent, already drifting off to sleep. He was extremely happy.

…

Alan looked around the forest, trying to remember the last time he'd felt so happy, so...alive. At least, the last time before this adventure that he'd agreed to go on. It was crazy and dangerous and terrifying and...so much fun. He thought that he was beginning to understand why his parents had been so sad when he'd wanted to just stay in the village. He didn't think that everyone should pick up and just go out into the wild, but he was glad he had.

After raiding the castle and finding the shard and dealing with the thieves and giant spiders, he and the others had made camp for the night. After an epic threesome with Morgan and Layla, Alan had straight up passed out all the way through to the morning. He didn't remember waking up once. When he did get up and start washing himself off, he saw that the sun was up and it was maybe about ten in the morning.

He'd expected the others to be gone by then, off doing something, but everyone was still there. At least, at first. Morgan was already up and she'd been making breakfast. He'd discovered that, among all of them, she was the only one who actually liked making food. The rest of them just liked eating it. She'd made them a heaping helping of steak and eggs and they'd talked about their harrowing adventure yesterday.

Rachel seemed positively supercharged. After her almost comatose state yesterday and sleeping for a good thirteen hours, she was peppy and cheery. She ate two whole steaks and a great deal of scrambled eggs. When the breakfast had come to an end and Morgan suggested hiking to the nearest town to check and see if there was some kind of bounty on the thieves, Rachel had offered to go with her. Layla had given Alan a look, a certain look that he'd quickly learned to pay attention to, and Alan said he didn't feel like going out just yet.

Layla had seconded that.

Rachel had just grinned and rolled her eyes.

Alan thought Layla would jump him as soon as the others were out of sight, but instead she'd wanted to go on a walk. He'd been more than happy to do that, too. So they'd been taking a slow, wandering walk through the small forest they were camping in.

“I'm not too forceful with you, am I?” Layla asked suddenly.

“What?” he replied, slightly startled. He'd been watching a collection of little blue birds flit about in the branches overhead.

“I mean, in bed...sometimes I feel like maybe I'm too forceful with you. I've had the problem before in my flings where some guys have felt like they can't tell me no. So I want you to tell me if it's a problem,” Layla said.

“It's not a problem,” Alan replied. “I don't mind taking direction, and you do listen to me. I think you might be a little more paranoid about the problem that you really need to be. But I promise to be vocal if there's any kind of problem going on.”

Layla smiled at him and gave him a hug. “Thank you,” she said. “I appreciate that. Honesty will keep us happy. At least, I think...come on, we should be heading back now if we're going to be doing any fun things while the girls are away. Not that I'm all that concerned about them walking in on us, obviously.”

“Yeah, there's nothing they haven't seen at this point,” Alan replied as they turned around and began heading back to camp.

“So...I'm curious, I remember you saying that you'd never been in a threesome before. Is there anything else that you haven't done yet that you'd like to?” Layla asked.

Alan thought about it for a moment, then realized that there was. “Yeah. I've never enjoyed anal before,” he said.

“Really?” Layla replied.

“Yeah, neither of my girlfriends...well, I never even got to bring it up with either of them. And Jasmine, the adventuress I had a fling with, wasn't into anal.”

“Huh...well, when we get back, would you like to fuck me in the ass?” she asked.

“Would you be okay with that?” Alan replied.

“I wouldn't be offering my ass up if I wasn't okay with it, Alan.”

“Fair point. Yes, I'd absolutely love to.”

“Good. I'm sure we've got some lube lying around. Morgan doesn't travel anywhere without it and generally, as a rule, neither do I. Come on.”

She picked up the pace and he happily followed after her, feeling the stirrings of lust already, his cock slowly stiffening in his pants. Anal was something he'd always wanted to try but he also knew it wasn't exactly a universal thing. Not all women were into it and that was okay, there were things that he just wasn't willing to do, so it'd be unfair to get upset at them for the exact same thing. But now he was with Layla.

And she was totally willing.

They made it back to camp without too much delay. They were still alone. Layla guided him by hand into the tent, then stopped, turned around to face him and immediately began kissing him. She still surprised him with her sudden transition into passion sometimes, but it was definitely not a bad kind of surprise.

Alan got his hand up under her shirt and she parted his lips with hers, slipping her rough tongue into his mouth. He found that she'd opted out of wearing a bra and began groping her high, firm breasts, loving the feel of them, of their warmth and softness against his hands. He broke the kiss briefly as he got the shirt up off of her and over her head, dropping it on the floor. He took off his own shirt and then they were kissing again, slowly backing up towards Morgan's bed. It was always their bed of choice, given how big it was.

They paused briefly to get the rest of their clothing off, and to conduct a quick but frenzied search for lube, given how horny they both were. Layla finally found it and threw it onto the bed, then hauled herself up after it. Alan quickly joined her and soon they were making out again, rubbing up against each other, skin and fur brushing. Alan ran his hands over her body, groping her breasts for a bit before sliding his hand back around and down, getting a good grip on her tight, firm ass. He always loved groping her ass.

“Now,” Layla said, breaking away from the kiss and fixing him with a sultry gaze, “you just lay back and let me take care of this next part.”

“Yes ma'am,” he replied happily.

She laughed and got down between his legs, staring at his cock for a moment before taking it into her mouth. She began sucking him off, rubbing the head of his dick occasionally against the inside of her cheek and bobbing her head, slowly at first, building up speed. He groaned, reaching down and rubbing the back of her head, absolutely in love with the way it felt. He loved to see her lips sliding up and down the length of his dick, loved the feeling her tongue made as it came in contact with its head, loved the warmth and the wetness.

“Oh, Layla...” he moaned.

She brought her fingers into the mix, getting a grip on his cock and beginning to jerk him off at the same time as sucking him off. The effect was amazing, pulses of pleasure radiating out from his core, threatening to overwhelm him.

“Okay!” he gasped after another minute of this. “Keep it up and I'm gonna go.”

“Not yet,” Layla said as she took it out of her mouth. She grabbed the bottle of lube and squeezed some out into her hand, making a fist several times, then she began to massage his cock, slowly covering it in the stuff.

“There,” she said, wiping her hands off on the nearest blanket. “Now you're ready to begin. Get up, that's my spot.”

He got up and watched her lay down flat on her stomach, keeping her legs together, resting her head on her arms, which she folded on the pillow.

“Now,” she said, “you've got to be careful when you do this. You can't just ram it all in there at once. It's gotta be slow, you have to ease it in there. The lube will help a lot.”

“Got it...I won't hurt you, Layla,” he replied.

“I know, I trust you.”

He got on top of her, starting out by resting on his knees, lowering himself until he was right on her ass. It looked fantastic. He got himself lined up with her tight opening after a bit of rearrangement and, once he did, he began to penetrate her. He moved slowly, like she had told him to, working his way in just a bit at a time. Already, it felt amazing. Her ass was very tight and a different texture than her pussy.

It took a little bit, but before too long, he was all the way up her ass and his hips were meeting her fur. Right away, Alan could tell that this was not going to last very long. It just felt too fucking good. Already his orgasm was threatening to begin. Carefully, he laid down on top of her, though he rested a bit up on his knees, to keep from crushing her tail. Reaching beneath her, he got a good grip on her furry tits and started fucking her up the ass.

“Oh yes...” she moaned. “That's it...you like that? You like my ass?”

“Yes,” he gasped. “Layla...fuck...it feels so fucking good...I'm gonna come soon, I'm sorry,” he replied, trying to control himself. He was going harder now, unable to stop, pounding her tight, hot, amazing ass.

“It's okay,” she replied, then let out a loud moan. “It's okay, I don't mind, Alan.”

He was panting and moaning freely now as the sexual rapture ran freely through him. The drag on his cock from her incredibly tight hole was beyond his ability to handle. Suddenly, it happened, his climax began. He grunted and jerked against Layla as the first spurt of his seed was forced violently from his cock. His hips began to thrust forward of their own volition, in time with each fresh pulse of pure bliss as more and more of his seed was released. Alan moaned loudly, totally lost as he came inside of Layla's taut, amazing ass.

Slowly, his orgasm petered off and he was left trembling and gasping for breath as he fell against her, slicked with sweat, totally spent.

“Okay, dear, off my tail,” she said uncomfortably.

“Sorry,” he replied, carefully pulling out of her ass and then rolling off of her. “That was...oh wow, that was something else.”

“I knew you'd enjoy yourself,” she said.

“Thanks for that, really, thank you so much,” Alan replied, still trying to get his breath back. That orgasm had been pretty world-class. It was like his whole body had been in on it, the sexual energy flowing totally all throughout him. His muscles actually felt a little sore from how hard his body had clenched in response to coming.

“Well, let's get washed up,” Layla said, getting up off the bed. “The others will be back probably before too long and we really should be ready to get going on the road. We've got to get to that last location...well, second to last location I guess.”

“Yep,” Alan replied, making himself get up off the bed. He moved over to the washbasin with her and began to clean himself up. “Think we can do that again soon?”

She laughed. “I've made a monster, huh?”

“Yeah...”

“Yes, we can do it again soon. And you're in luck...if Rachel does open up to you, she really likes it up the ass.”

Alan began thinking about that as he washed off.

CHAPTER IV

It had been two days since they'd had the near-death experience and recovered the second to last piece of Rachel's artifact.

They'd spent at least half the first day helping the locals from a nearby town sort through the ruins of the castle for their belongings. There was indeed a bounty on the thieves, one that Layla and the others collected and split among themselves. The guards gathered up all the stolen goods they could find and got it back to the town. After they were gone, Layla, Alan, and the others picked over the remains of the castle, even braving the cave again now that the spiders were all dead and roasted. They looted the place thoroughly.

There wasn't exactly a treasure trove left, not after the years of thieves picking over the place and all the stuff the guards had taken, but it was a decent enough haul. From there, they'd packed up camp and gone back to the nearest village, selling off their loot and purchasing replacement equipment for the stuff they'd used up in the fight at the castle. From there, Rachel had led the way while they set off towards the final shard.

They didn't get too far, since there were only about four hours of sunlight left, and they ended up camping. The next morning, they packed up and started off again, this time dedicating the day to walking. They were heading north, towards the mountains. Rachel had explained that their destination was a long abandoned monastery, built onto the side of one such mountain. Based on the scant information she'd managed to gather on these locations before heading off on this journey, and whatever she could find out during it, there wasn't much in the way good news about this place they were going.

It was supposed to be haunted.

Something bad had happened there a few decades ago, though no one could exactly agree on what it had been.

Now the second day was coming to a close. It was colder, this close to the mountains, and they were eager to make camp and get inside. They found a clearing in the forest they'd been walking alongside for a few miles now and decided it would do. Layla watched as Morgan tossed the camp-in-a-bag towards the ground and activated it. There was a bright flash and a muted thunderclap and the camp sprang into existence.

It never failed to impress.

“All right,” Morgan said, “I'll get the fire going and get started on dinner.”

“I'll help,” Alan offered.

“Thanks,” Morgan replied.

“Layla...there's a plant I need to collect for one of my potions, would you help me find it?” Rachel asked.

Layla looked at her pale necromancer friend, considering it. She was tired, but she didn't want Rachel out there by herself. And there was something else in the way she was asking, like she had an ulterior motive.

Well, that piqued her curiosity.

“Sure,” she replied. “We'll be back soon,” she said to Morgan and Alan.

“Be careful,” Morgan replied.

“We will. Come on Rachel.”

The pair of them left the edge of the campsite and followed a small natural trail that led deeper into the woods. The sun was heading down for the day, but there was still enough twilight left to see by. They walked for a few minutes along the trail, pausing occasionally, before speaking. Eventually, Rachel stopped.

“So...” she said, sounding hesitant.

“So…?” Layla prompted.

Rachel laughed, the sound loud and a bit nervous in the relative quiet of the forest. “I think I might be ready to, uh, jump back in the sack.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, I've been thinking about it for awhile now, really, I've been considering it ever since I met Alan.”

“He's a great guy,” Layla replied.

“He is. I really like him. You think he's boyfriend material?” Rachel asked.

Layla hesitated. “I'm...not sure.”

Rachel grinned and prodded her with a finger. “You've been telling me for days to jump on his dick, but you can't give me a solid answer as to whether or not you'd really date him, claim him as a boyfriend?” she asked.

Layla sighed. “It's not the same thing...it's easier this way.”

“It does seem to be, I guess, but easier isn't always better...but who am I to say that? I have a hard enough time getting laid, let alone thinking about a serious relationship. But answer the question, is he?”

“Yes...if I were in the market of looking for long-term lovers. But I'm not.”

“What if it was an open relationship?”

“...maybe. But let's talk about your current thoughts. I want to hear what you've been thinking about,” Layla replied, trying to steer the conversation away from her own relationship ideas. It wasn't something she liked thinking about anymore.

“Okay, fair enough. I guess I've just been going over all my fears and rationalizations for not sleeping with him, even though I do want to, and none of them seem very valid. Obviously there isn't the fear of pregnancy, I know a really easy spell for that. Same with any kinds of sickness. Even if he was hiding something, I'm good enough with magic and herbalism to cure anything. And obviously he isn't going to hurt me, because even if I didn't kick his ass, I know you or Morgan would in a second. Nor is he going to try and force me to do anything I don't want to do, for the same reason. He's obviously too nice for that, as well.”

“So what's left?” Layla asked.

“I guess the only thing I haven't been able to completely dissuade is hurt feelings. I don't know if I might develop feelings for him if we start having sex together. I mean, I'm obviously okay with sharing with you and I do like Morgan enough not to be weird about it. But what if...I dunno, I end up really liking him and I don't want to leave him?”

“Well, there's no one saying you have to,” Layla replied.

“I know...but what if he doesn't like me that way? I mean, I feel pretty good about being able to control my emotions. If there's one thing growing up a necromancer has taught me, it's don't get attached. But it has been awhile, I might be out of practice...” She sighed, clearly thinking about it some more. “But other than that, I'm pretty sure I'm ready. I at least want to try it once. I'd like to have some fun on this damned expedition.”

“Well, you know my feelings on the subject.”

“Yeah, you've only told me about a hundred times...I think I'll ride him. I always liked being on top,” Rachel said, grinning.

Layla returned the smile. “I think he'll like that a lot.”

“Good...shit, it's too dark to see now. Oh well, I didn't really need the plant all that bad anyway. I just wanted to talk with you,” Rachel said, ceasing her halfhearted attempts at hunting.

“Figured,” Layla replied. “Come on, let's get back.”

…

Alan stared up at the stars, feeling very content.

He'd finished helping Morgan make dinner not long after Layla and Rachel had gotten back from their walk. He wasn't sure what they'd talked about, but he noticed that Rachel was looking at him a lot and smiling.

What did that mean?

The meal was pretty good. They'd made steak, eggs, and mashed potatoes and the conversation over dinner had been pretty happy. Rachel especially was chiming in more. She seemed less...brooding. Now Alan was relaxing, his food settling.

“So...we never really talked about it, but now that we're so close to the end, provided everything goes the way it's supposed to, what are you guys gonna do when it's over?” Layla asked.

“I'm not sure,” Morgan replied. “How I operate it this: when I get to the end of a job or an adventure or whatever is going on, when there's a clear breaking point, I evaluate how I'm feeling. Do I want to keep going and have another adventure, or am I sick of people and travel and want to just go home for like four months? So, when we wrap this up, that's what I'll do.”

“That makes sense,” Layla replied. “Rachel?”

“I don't know, honestly. Although, I guess I'll go back to my job in necromancy. They're going to be angry with me for taking so long, though with what we're going to accomplish, combined with the fact that good necromancers aren't exactly common, I'm pretty sure they'll get over it and put me back to work right away. So...I guess I'll go back to my life.”

“I'll miss you. It's been a lot of fun, hanging out again,” Layla said.

Rachel grinned. “It has. Maybe we should consider setting up times to spend together on a more reliable basis.”

“That'd be a good idea...what about you, Alan? What will you do?”

“I have no clue. This is all still insane and new to me. But if I had to guess now, well...I mean, I don't see any reason why not to keep doing something like this. As crazy as it's been, it's definitely been a lot of fun. And, well, I mean, the sex alone makes it worth doing.”

“Speaking of that...” Rachel said, drawing everyone's attention. She hesitated as all three of them looked at her, her face starting to turn red. “Uh...um, I've decided that, if you're interested, I'd like to, I mean, I'd like you to, you know, have sex with me.”

“You are adorable when you're nervous,” Layla said, grinning broadly.

“Shut up!” Rachel snapped.

“I'd love to have sex with you,” Alan replied.

She turned her attention quickly back to him. “Really? Great! Uh...do you wanna do it now?”

“Yes,” he replied, standing up.

“I'm so watching this,” Layla said.

“Same,” Morgan chimed in.

Rachel sighed but didn't complain. Instead, she stood up, walked around the side of the table and offered her hand to Alan. He looked down at it, then took it and looked up into her eyes. She smiled, squeezed his hand and then began guiding him into the tent. The other two followed after them as they walked inside.

Alan felt his heart starting to thump harder in his chest. A new sexual experience was unfolding before him.

“Do you care if we use your bed?” Rachel asked as she started getting out of her intricate leather and lace getup.

“Just so long as you clean up when you're done,” Morgan replied, pulling out a chair and having a seat. Layla moved over to the bed Rachel normally slept in and sat down on it, watching the pair of them intently.

“You seem pretty invested in this,” Alan noted as he kicked off his boots and pulled his shirt off, eager to be nude.

“I am. Watching Rachel have sex is like...it's amazing. She's so fucking sexy,” Layla replied.

“I'm not that sexy...plus it's been at least a year since I've fucked. I'm going to be out of practice,” Rachel replied.

“You've got the natural touch,” Layla replied firmly. “That doesn't go away. You never forget how to do that.”

“We'll see.”

Just as Alan finished getting naked, feeling that slight twinge of awkwardness as he always did whenever he pulled his dick out in front of someone else, Rachel finished up as well. She seemed to burst out of her tight fitting necromancer's get-up, her huge, pale breasts jiggling nicely, her thick thighs and broad hips looking absolutely amazing.

“Oh yes,” she muttered. “I love getting out of that thing at the end of the day. Now...” She set her sights on Alan, looking him up and down. “It's time to get back in the saddle. But first, we are so washing up, because we've spent all fucking day walking.”

“I was going to suggest the same thing,” Alan replied.

They moved over to the washbasin and spent a few frantic minutes cleaning themselves up and then drying off. Once that was done, the two of them hurried back across the tent and climbed up onto Morgan's huge bed.

For a moment, they laid there together, side by side, simply staring at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move, like the calm before the storm. Then, tentatively, Rachel reached out and brushed her hand along his chest. Her skin felt warm and soft. As she did this, bringing her hand slowly up to his neck, he reached out and placed a hand on one of her breasts, unable to resist the urge any longer.

As he began gently squeezing and groping her breast, feeling her light pink nipple poke into his palm, she brought her hand up and around the back of his neck, gripping it slightly and bringing him forward, towards her.

Their lips met. Her lips, full and red and wonderful, tasted sweet. They started touching each other more, their hands becoming more bold as they became more comfortable with each other. Rachel moaned softly as he parted her lips with his and slipped his tongue into her mouth, brushing it against her own. She responded, twining their tongues together, sharing saliva, pressing herself against him. He reached back, around and down, at first resting his hand on the small of her back, holding her more tightly to him, then slipping his grasp down further and grabbing her ass. She had an incredible, beautiful, thick pale ass.

He felt her reach down between them and carefully grip his cock, then he groaned softly as she started rubbing the base of its head with her thumb.

She broke away from the kissing briefly. “Would you...um...”

“What?” he asked softly. “I'll probably do it, whatever it is.”

She smirked. “Would you eat me out? It's been awhile.”

“I'll do one better,” he replied.

Pushing her gently over onto her back, he resumed kissing her, twining tongues with her, and slipped his hand down in between her thick thighs, which she opened for him. He got his fingertip in between the wet lips of her pussy, finding the small nub of her clit. She gasped softly as he touched it, then let out a prolonged moan as he began to massage it, making small circles. He was gentle and slow at first, then began building it up, pushing harder, going faster.

“Yes...yes...” she whispered. “Oh fuck, it feels so good...” she moaned.

He grinned into the kiss and broke away, shifting down lower, so that his face was level with her huge breasts. Letting his tongue snake out, he licked across one of her pink nipples, causing her to let out a small sound of startled pleasure. She resumed moaning as he took her nipple into his mouth and started sucking on it and, at the same time, slipped a finger inside of her tight, hot, wet opening. She let out a cry, much louder this time, as he began pressing up, fast and hard, into her most sensitive spot. “Oh fuck, Alan!” she cried.

He fingered her a bit longer, sucking one big, beautiful breast at the same time, until he figured it was time to move on to the second part.

She looked up as he took his finger out of her, probably wondering why the pleasure had stopped, and watched as he shifted, getting down in between her legs. Alan stared at her pale thighs and her smooth pussy for a moment, then he leaned in and carefully spread its lips with his thumbs, exposing the small white nub of her clit.

He leaned in, took a deep breath and let it whisper out across her extra sensitive skin. Rachel's body shivered in response and a small, soft moan escaped her lips. Alan was really looking forward to this next part. He loved pleasuring women, and for a lot of different reasons, but the in-the-moment shared joy of sexually pleasuring your partner was just...beautiful. He stuck his tongue out and touched the tip of it to her clit.

“Oh...yes...” she moaned softly as he began to massage it. “Oh...Alan...please...” she whispered as he started going a little faster, applying a little more pressure.

He glanced up at her as he continued eating her out and had just enough angle to see her face, resting on Morgan's pillows, twisting up in pleasure. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was chewing on her lower lip. To their sides, her hands were grasping and releasing handfuls of the blankets. He kept this up for a little longer, then started using more of his tongue.

“Oh fuck yes!” Rachel cried as he really started licking her pussy.

He kept going, feeling that she was getting close to a grand orgasm, and moved on to the final phase, one that the women he'd tried it on really seemed to like. As he was eating her out, he slipped his finger inside of her, pressing up into her most sensitive spot repeatedly, hard and fast. That was the trick, that did it.

“OH FUCKING GODS, ALAN...OH FUCK I'M COMING!” she shrieked, the words coming out in a nearly incoherent string.

He could already feel the muscles inside of her twitching and spasming rapidly around his finger, almost as if it was trying to suck his finger back inside. Then, all at once, she let out a scream of pure pleasure as a hot spray of feminine sex juices escaped her. Alan pulled back as they coated his chest, neck, and shoulders. He started at Rachel, who was twitching and jerking, her legs spread wide, head pressed hard back into the pillow as she climaxed. She was crying out, babbling incoherently as the orgasm consumed the entirety of her being.

It seemed to go on for a long time.

When she finally came out of it, she was panting and sweating profusely, her normally pale face flushed with red. He realized that she was crying. She sniffed and reached up, rubbing at her eyes. “Oh, Alan...oh...thank you...” she gasped. “That was...oh my...” She trailed off, simply laying there, closing her eyes, chest heaving.

“You like?” Alan asked.

Rachel burst out laugh. “Duh! I haven't orgasmed like that in...fuck, forever. You got me crying from it...oh wow. Still feeling kind out of it...” She reached up and rubbed her eyes again, then took a deep breath and let it out. “Okay...lay on your back. It's your turn.”

Alan hastily did as she asked, taking her place on the bed and opening his legs for her. She got down in between them, smiling up at him as she gripped his cock and began rubbing the base of its head with her thumb, stimulating the extra sensitive skin there.

“You ready for it?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied simply, so turned on that he was reduced to simple, one word answers.

Rachel grinned and stuck her tongue out, then dragged it up the bottom of his whole cock. Alan groaned as it came in contact with the head of his dick. She started licking it repeatedly, propping herself up and getting to all the different sides of it. Her hot, wet tongue dragged across the most sensitive part of his body, sending ripples of pleasure through him. It was like a promise of things to come.

Then, she put his dick in her mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Oh, Rachel...”

She started slowly sucking him off, sliding her luscious red lips up and down the length of his dick. He reached down and placed a hand on the back of her head. She looked up at him through falls of her strawberry blonde hair. Her gaze looked inviting, so he started pushing her head deeper. She let him do this without complaint. He kept going until his cock was poking into her the back of the throat, then let up and started pushing and releasing her head as she sucked him off. He groaned, feeling the hot wet pleasure, reveling in it.

Then she got her hand involved in the process.

He let go of her head, letting her work as she wrapped her thumb and first two fingers around his shaft, then began bringing the foreskin up over the head and back down again, her hand working in sync with her head. She was jerking him off at the same time as she was sucking him off, and the effect was simply stunning.

“Oh Rachel,” he groaned as the pleasure increased.

It felt so fucking good…

Too good, in fact. He realized that he was going to blow off, especially with the way she was slipping her hot, slick tongue over the head of his dick over and over again.

“Rachel,” he gasped, “Rachel you gotta stop, I'm going to come in your mouth.”

She didn't stop. If anything, she started going faster, working his cock even harder, pinning him with her intense gaze, staring directly into his eyes. It was too much, he couldn't contain himself any longer. Alan let out a primal yell of fierce sexual rapture as the first contraction of his orgasm slammed through him like a tidal wave. He felt a thick gob of his seed escape his cock, ejected forcefully from its tip and into Rachel's waiting mouth. She moaned softly as she kept sucking him off, gently massaging his dick with her fingers.

He cried out again as his orgasm continued, more of his seed shooting into her mouth as she sucked him dry. Waves of pure sexual bliss blasted through him, filling him with utter pleasure. Alan watched the whole time as Rachel took his load into her mouth. She worked his cock all through it, as if trying to drain him completely dry and get every last drop out of him. As his orgasm came to a finish, a great shudder ran through him and his head collapsed back against the pillow. He let out a huge breath and all his muscles relaxed.

“I'd forgotten what that tasted like,” Rachel said after pulling his cock from her mouth.

“Do you like the taste?” he asked as he tried to get his breath back.

“Not particularly, but I don't mind swallowing...apparently I haven't lost my touch.”

“No, definitely not. That was...holy fuck, that was amazing.”

She grinned as she got off the bed. “Wait til you get in my pussy.” She moved across the room and took a swig of strawberry wine. “Enjoying the show so far?” she asked.

“Very much,” Morgan replied. She was sweating a little, looking intensely aroused.

“Yeah, definitely,” Layla said. “I missed this so much.”

“Me too,” Rachel replied. She headed back over to the bed and climbed up into it. “How do you wanna fuck?” she asked.

“I'll pretty much take any position right now,” Alan replied.

“I'll ride you first, then we'll figure it out from there.”

“Fine by me.”

She laid down against him and started making out with him again, reaching down and massaging his cock. Since he'd blown his load now, he would need a bit of downtime before he could get it up again. Though already he could feel the stirrings of another hard on as Rachel gently rubbed his cock with her warm, smooth grasp.

“You having fun so far?” she asked, their lips very close, her voice sultry and sexy.

“Y-yeah,” he managed. She was staring directly into his eyes, she had an intense gaze and he realized that some of it had to be that not only was she magic, but she was a necromancer. It seemed to lend her an air of intimidation and sexual authority. She kissed him again, deeply this time, pressing against him, and he laid a hand on her breast, massaging it, becoming more and more aroused with each passing second.

“Feels like you're hard enough to fuck,” she said, pushing him onto his back and climbing on top of him. “Time to get back in the saddle.”

He watched as she got into position, straddling him, reaching down between them and grabbing his cock. Alan stared intently as she placed it at the entrance to her pussy and slowly began lowering herself. It disappeared into her, inch by inch, and warm, perfect pleasure began to wash through him as she started riding his dick.

“Oh fuck, Rachel...” he moaned, reaching out and placing his hand on her broad, pale thighs. She rose above him like a sex goddess.

Being inside of her was nothing but pure sexual bliss. She was incredibly tight and very hot and slick inside. He stared at first up at her huge, pale breasts, bouncing merrily with her as she rode him. She brought her hands up behind her head and thrust her chest out, making them even more pronounced.

“Go Rachel!” Layla called.

“This is crazy hot,” Morgan said.

Alan groaned as Rachel reached down, placed her hands on his chest and started gyrating her hips in a circle, stirring his cock around inside of her and grinding against him. He reached back, getting a good grasp on her huge ass and thrust up into her, making her cry out in shocked pleasure. He kept thrusting up into her repeatedly as she bounced on him, forcing them together harder, shoving him deeper into her.

All at once, she reached down between them and began vigorously rubbing her clit. “Oh fuck, I'm gonna...oh fuck Alan yes!” she shrieked, and she began to come.

Inside, her vaginal muscles were beginning to twitch and spasm. He could feel her getting hotter and hotter and, a few seconds later, she let out another cry of pure primal passion as a spray of sex juices escaped her pussy, dripping down his cock and getting all over his thighs, hips, and stomach. She moaned repeatedly, hunched forward, barely holding herself up as she shivered and shuddered through her orgasm.

As it ended, her arms gave out and she fell forward against him, her face becoming buried in the pillow. She was still halfheartedly grinding against him but he could tell that she was worn out. “Okay Rachel, I'm gonna flip you over.”

“Okay...” she mumbled, sounding muffled in the pillow.

He got a good grip on her back, then rolled over to the side. Given that Morgan's bed was so big, he had an easier time rolling her onto her back and re-positioning her slightly. She stared up at him, looking absolutely sexy, her hair a mess, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and alight with sexual euphoria. She smiled at him.

“I want you to come inside of me,” she said. “I want to feel your orgasm, Alan. I want to feel you filling me up.”

He needed no further prompting.

Her smile twisted and broke apart as she let out a cry of pleasure when he started making love to her again. Alan buried himself into her hot wetness over and over, feeling his own bliss beginning to swell, pushing him towards a powerful orgasm. He propped himself up on his hands, staring at her beautiful pale body, her huge tits bouncing freely as he fucked her, then down to her broad hips and her thick thighs.

Staring at his cock disappearing into her pussy for several seconds did it. He looked back up, into her eyes, and groaned as the first pulse of his climax hit him like a lightning-infused drug. His whole body seemed to jerk as his seed began leaving his body in a powerful jolt of pure sexual rapture. Crying out, he went rigid, his hips thrusting forward of their own volition in time with the pulses of his seed being ejected from his cock. It kicked hard inside of Rachel's vagina, filling her up as she had requested, shooting his load deep into her.

“Yes...” she whispered. “Come in me Alan...”

He felt incoherent with pleasure.

When the last twitch of his cock came, shooting out the final remainder of his seed, he felt his muscles give out and he collapsed against her, much as she had against him just moments ago. He turned his head to the side, trying to catch his breath, feeling flush and overheated, his whole body covered in sweat.

“That was one powerful fuck,” Layla commented, the first to break the silence.

“Yeah,” Alan replied. Slowly, he pushed himself up. A huge yawn escaped him. “Oh wow, I'm so tired I can hardly keep my eyes open.”

“You wanna sleep in my bed tonight?” Rachel asked. “I could do with some cuddling.”

“You mind?” Alan asked, glancing over at Layla.

“Not at all,” she replied.

“Well, whatever you do, get outta my bed, I gotta work some magic and clean up the mess you two made,” Morgan said, standing.

“Sorry,” Rachel murmured as they got up. “I can clean it up.”

“Hey, don't be. That was an epic fuck, well worth the mess, and I don't mind cleaning it,” Morgan replied, grinning.

While she worked her magic, Alan and Rachel got off the bed, moved over to the washbasin and washed up. After drying off, they stumbled over to Rachel's bed, both of them immensely tired. Alan hardly managed to get into bed after Rachel, getting under the blankets and curling up against her soft, warm skin, before he was asleep.

…

“Rachel...move over.”

“What...Layla? What are you doing?”

“I'm horny.”

“Oh...okay, here, I'll move.”

Alan heard voices but they seemed to be coming at a distance and he felt movement. Then he felt soft, furry hands on him, pushing him onto his back.

“What's happening?” he mumbled.

“Shh, don't worry,” Layla said. “We're just gonna have some fun.”

He opened his eyes and saw there was morning sunlight in the tent. Layla was naked, on top of him now, smiling down at him.

He had a bad case of morning wood, which was apparently perfect for Layla's desires. In his tired state, she looked absolutely stunning, all of her orange and red fur perfectly beautiful in the golden sunlight. He reached out, his hands finding her hips as she stared down at him, reaching down between them and guiding him inside of her. They both moaned as she penetrated herself with his rigid dick, taking in his entire length in a few thrusts.

“Oh yes, that's so good,” she moaned softly as she started riding him rapidly.

Immediately, Alan could tell that this wasn't meant to be a drawn out sex session. Layla just wanted to come, and she wanted to do it as quickly as possible. Well, he could appreciate that. He was sure horny enough for a quickie. Reaching down in between them, Alan found her clit with his thumb and began to rub it. Layla cried out as a fresh wave of pleasure shot through her. “Yes!” she cried. “Fuck, yes!”

She started grinding furiously against him and after about ten seconds of this, she let out a startled yell of pleasure as she began to orgasm. As she started coming, her muscles twitching and clenching, a wave of hot sex juices escaping her, Alan started thrusting quickly up and into her, causing her to yell even louder.

After only a few more seconds, he began to orgasm as well, his cock kicking hard, releasing shot after shot of his seed deep inside her wonderful felis pussy. They both moaned and writhed against each other until their orgasms had finished, and then Alan was beneath Layla, who had fallen against him in the wake of her climax, chest heaving. She felt incredible against him, all that soft, warm fur against his bare skin.

“Thanks,” she said, getting herself back under control and getting up off of him.

“You're welcome,” he replied. He felt someone shift next to him and looked over, startled. Rachel was still laying in bed with him. All at once, he remembered that he'd gone to bed with her last night after a vigorous sex session, instead of Layla, like he'd been doing.

“Hey,” he said.

She grinned. “Hey there...how do you feel about what happened last night?”

“Pretty fucking good,” he replied.

“Really?” she teased. “I dunno, you got seduced by a necromancer, that never ends well.”

He shook his head. “I'd gladly be seduced by you again,” he replied.

She laughed. “Good. I plan on doing it again tonight. And the night after. And basically as often as I can. Now that I remember how fucking good a hard dicking feels, I'm pretty much an addict again,” she said.

“I'm happy to feed the addiction cause...well, I'm kind of in the same boat. It's not like I had women vying for position in my bed before I started hanging out with your group.”

“So everyone's happy...all right, we should get up. I want to get this next part over with,” Rachel said, throwing the blankets back.

Alan nodded, knowing she was right, it was time to get up. Time passed as they all went through their morning rituals. Alan washed up with Layla and Rachel at the washbasin, then they all pulled their travel clothes on for the day. Already, they could smell breakfast being cooked and by the time they got outside, they found Morgan just finishing up preparing a huge helping of steak and eggs. They all settled in around the table.

“So, this next place, you said it's an old, abandoned monastery where...something bad happened?” Layla asked.

“Yeah. Although no one can agree on what actually happened, the result of 'something bad happening a long time ago' is usually the same thing: a haunting,” Rachel replied.

“You know how to deal with that, right?” Alan asked.

“Definitely. It's my specialty. Technically a paladin would be better at it, but necromancers are second best and we're really good at it. Plus, like I said, my specialty, I know how to lay down a really good spell of cleansing.”

“What can we expect in terms of resistance?” Morgan asked.

“Well, that's the problem. Hauntings can be pretty varied. The only advice I really have is pay attention at all times to everything around you. We have to actually be inside the place for me to lay down the spell, preferably in the middle of the structure for maximum effect. You guys will have to defend me while I lay down the spell,” Rachel explained. “Or it could be something totally different. The place might be cursed, or maybe it's some kind of entity that's lurking around, making people paranoid, keeping them away. Whatever it is, I feel pretty confident we'll be able to deal with it. We've dealt with everything we've come up against so far.”

“True,” Morgan replied. “And I'm always up for a good challenge. How far are we?”

As Rachel finished up her meal, she retrieved her map. After studying it for a moment, she replied, “About an hour's walk, although I don't know how far we'll have to go into the mountains. It shouldn't be too far, but then again this map isn't exactly to scale.”

Morgan stood up and stretched. A loud sound snapped through the air as she popped her back. “Well, sooner we get going, the sooner we'll be there.”

“Truer words never spoken,” Layla said.

They all got up and finished getting ready for the day.

…

Alan looked up at the monastery before him, unable to fully comprehend just how big the damned thing was.

Although it had taken about three quarters of an hour to walk through the forest they'd been traveling in for a little while, actually making their way up the steep mountain path to the huge, imposing, derelict stone structure had taken another forty five minutes. At first, he'd been glad when there had been nothing and no one around, no thieves trying to rob them or creatures trying to kill them, but as they'd gotten closer and closer to the structure, the silent stillness, broken only by the cold, shrieking winds, began to fill him with apprehension.

“Nice place,” Morgan muttered. Even she sounded subdued and wary.

“Yeah. Let's get this over with,” Rachel replied.

They walked up the rest of the pathway, coming up to what had once been a pair of huge, imposing wood and metal doorways built into the stonework wall surrounding the structure itself. Now they were rotted away, one of them completely collapsed inwards, the other pushed half in. They moved through the opening.

Alan looked around the courtyard as they came into it. All of seemed curiously dead and muted. Although the sun was out, everything seemed to be cast in a gray shadow. He spied the remains of small wooden structures, tables and chairs, gardens. All the plant life was dead, the ground largely barren and rocky.

“This is a bad place,” Layla said softly.

Alan knew she was right. He could feel it in his core, a cold, awful feeling that made him slightly ill and extremely anxious. They set off across the courtyard, moving down a well-worn brick path, making for the entrance to the structure itself, which loomed over them, immense and imposing. It had to be a good four or five stories tall. Most of the windows along the structure were broken out, but they didn't reveal anything, they were like black holes in the stonework walls. As they approached, Alan thought he could occasionally see a shape moving in one or more of the windows. He stopped looking at them and focused on the door.

The quartet of adventurers walked up a huge, crumbling stone stairway and arrived before the massive pairs of double doors. Everything about this place felt massive, and yet even the monastery itself was dwarfed by the mountains surrounding it. Morgan walked up to the doors, put her hand against one of them and pushed. The door gave with relative ease, though it creaked very loudly as it swung slowly inwards.

“Remember, pay attention at all times,” Rachel said. “I have no idea what's in there.”

They all replied that they would and followed her into the dark building. The entryway was a huge, enormous, wide-open space. There were tables and chairs all over the place, most of them smashed to splinters. It looked like this was where they all gathered to eat. Skeletons lay everywhere, on the floor, in piles, thrown over the tables or chairs. To the left and right were curving stairways and there was a third one directly ahead, both leading to a second story. There were more remains along the stairs.

“What a mess,” Morgan whispered.

“We have to get deeper and higher up, to the third story,” Rachel replied quietly.

They nodded and all of them began moving through the cluttered dining hall. It was powerfully quiet in the building, almost as if there was some kind of spell in effect, a silence spell. The ominous air seemed to swallow all sounds. Alan felt the urge to be extremely careful, to come into contact with nothing, to leave it all as it lay.

He knew there were curses and spells that acted as traps, responding to exactly that. Disturb one too many things in a cursed place, or disturb the wrong thing, and you risked activating whatever nasty thing it was designed to do.

Time passed and what felt like an eternity went by, but they all managed to make it across the dining hall and to the far stairwell that led up to the second story. The deeper in they went, the more worried Alan got and the worse the feelings of dread and apprehension grew. The locals were right, something bad had definitely happened to this place. But what? How had all these men and women died? Why had they died?

Probably these were questions that no longer had an answer. Anyone who might know would probably be long dead. As they came up to the next landing, Alan noticed that it was suddenly colder. In fact, he could see his breath on the air.

“This isn't good,” Layla whispered.

“I know but we have to keep going,” Rachel replied firmly, her voice just as soft.

There wasn't much to see on the landing, just a long, curving stone platform that overlooked the dining hall below. The opposite wall was riddled with doors, most of them closed, but at the ends of the platform were more stairwells, leading up to a third story. Exactly where they needed to be. There were more skeletons along the platform, all of which everyone was careful to avoid. They were creepy and somehow seemed to be looking at them, though how they could look, Alan had no idea, given that they no longer had eyes.

Only dark, empty sockets.

They had nearly made it to the stairs when, suddenly, there was a sharp crack and Morgan uttered a quiet but furious curse.

“What did you do!?” Rachel snapped, whirling around.

“It's dark!” Morgan shot back. “I can hardly see shit!”

She had stepped on a bone and it had broken easily under her huge foot. All at once, a change began rushing through the monastery. Alan felt his whole body fill with ice. A harsh muttering, deep and dark and ominous, began to fill the hall. Darkness gathered and a cold wind blew. Then the skeletons stirred.

Alan watched in slack-jawed horror as they started to assemble themselves, rising from their death poses to walk once again.

“Run!” Rachel screamed as she loosed a fireball at the nearest skeletons.

Alan watched the sphere of flame carve a path straight through, taking out a good dozen of the creatures, but there were another dozen on the second story with them and a few dozen more downstairs in the dining hall, already ascending, coming for them.

They ran.

More skeletons were coming down at them from the next stairwell. Alan raised his hands and shot a wave of flame at them, blowing a half-dozen skeletons to bits. Morgan charged ahead of them, her huge sword brandished. She brought it around in a wide arc as she came in contact with a fresh wave of skeleton creatures. The blade cleaved cleanly through them, sending bones and skulls flying every which way.

“Hurry!” she called, barreling up the stairs.

Alan was behind her, Layla and Rachel behind him. Layla had grabbed a sword from one of the skeletons since her bow and arrow were pretty much useless here, unless she could knock the heads off of the skeletons, but there was too much running involved to aim well. They managed to reach the next and, according to Rachel, final landing. This led them to a tight corridor that went ahead of them and then curved out of sight.

“Keep going!” Rachel yelled.

As Alan came into the hallway, he saw Morgan ahead of him, yelling and screaming as she waved her sword back and forth.

The hallway was filled with skeletons.

Alan began gathering up magic from the air around him, preparing a huge fireball spell. He was going to have to clear the way.

“What's the hold up-oh fuck,” Rachel said as she and Layla came up. “We've got to clear the way, they're still coming from behind!”

Alan kept concentrating as hard as he could, pushing himself. They needed to get through this and damned fast.

Finally, he shouted, “Morgan! Fall back!”

Thankfully, she didn't hesitate or ask him why, she just about faced and sprinted back. The second she was clear, Alan thrust his hands forward. A tremendous burst of flame shot forth, the magic having been gathered, altered and then focused through his body. It hit the center of the skeleton mass in an explosion of fire, flame, sound and light, causing all of them to wince and look away. When Alan could look forward again, he saw a smoking corridor filled with inanimate bones. The way was clear. They started running.

Behind them, more skeletons were coming.

What were they going to do about them?

Alan was beginning to feel tired. That fireball had been significantly more powerful than what he'd grown used to firing on the rare occasions that he did fire one off. He realized it had been too long since he'd practice his offensive magic. Well, that was going to have to change. Although if this went on for long enough, it seemed like he was going to get plenty of opportunity to practice. They kept going around the curve of the hallway until they came to another set of large doors. Morgan pushed through them and ushered everyone inside.

Once they were in, Morgan pushed the door shut and placed her back against it.

“Are we there? Is this it?” she asked.

“This is it, watch my back,” Rachel replied, quickly moving to the center of the room.

Alan and Rachel went with her. The room seemed to be closed off. It was clearly a religious area of some kind. There were rows and rows of simple handwoven mats on the floor. At the head of the room was a raised platform. Some kind of worshiping or ceremonial area. At least there were no skeletons in here.

Rachel moved to the exact center of the room, slammed her staff down on the floor, holding it out in front of her, and bowed her head. Alan could hear her whispering fiercely to herself. He wondered how long this was going to take.

Almost a whole minute went by before the room began to fill with the noise of beating bony fists. The skeletons had found them. They wanted in. Alan and Layla made sure to do a quick check of the room, but they found no other doors and the only way in were some stained glass windows at the opposite side of the room. They remained intact and probably were inaccessible. At the very least, they'd sure hear it if someone or something came through them. Morgan kept holding the door closed and Alan and Layla hung around Rachel, preparing for the worst.

At first, it seemed like everything was going to be okay. Morgan would hold the door, Rachel would perform the ritual. Only it didn't work like that. The door was made of old, corroded wood and it didn't take long to start breaking down.

Before long, bony fists were punching through the wood.

“Shit!” Morgan snapped, backing away from the door.

“Get ready,” Layla said, brandishing her sword.

Alan fought the urge to ask Rachel how much longer. She was deep into the spell and he knew that you needed lots of concentration for that. The door was coming apart now. The three of them stood together, a wall of defense between Rachel and the door. Alan was preparing another huge fireball. That would stave off the initial wave, maybe get a couple dozen of the nasty things. Then it happened, the door came apart.

Alan loosed his fireball.

It took a lot of his energy but it was a spectacular sight. It seared through the air and hit the mass of skeletons, sending them sailing through the air in a million different pieces. Alan staggered away from Layla and Morgan, towards Rachel, knowing that he was useless for an up-front fight. Why hadn't he bought a sword? He knew how to use one, at least on a basic level. He was no expert, but he could certainly defend himself.

The rest of the skeletons began pouring into the room, pushing past the remains of their brethren. Morgan and Layla went to meet them with screams of battle. As they crashed into the horde of bony things, the skeletons began to go flying, skulls and bones here and there. But Alan could see some of the swords or daggers they were holding landing blows against the two of them. He began to gather more energy, just in case the worst happened. How much longer was Rachel going to take?! Her chanting was getting louder.

Alan began to panic as the skeletons started to swarm over Morgan and Layla.

Then one of them stabbed Layla in the gut.

Right as she began screaming, Rachel let out a scream of her own and a powerful pulse was released. A wave of brilliant blue-white light exploded out from her and engulfed everything. When Alan got his vision back, he saw that all of the skeletons had collapsed into unmoving heaps...and Layla had collapsed too.

“Layla!” he cried, rushing forward.

There was a lot of blood. He acted fast, as he could still feel the magical energy he'd been storing up in himself for one last fireball. Instead, he concentrated and converted it into healing energy, aimed his hands at Layla and released it.

For a moment, she was consumed in a brilliant white light. Alan could feel the energy leaving his body, draining him, sapping him of his own strength. As the light faded, Layla was left, whole and unharmed, still bloody, though.

“Alan!” she said as he groaned and fell to his knees. She scrambled to her feet and Morgan was suddenly there at his side.

“Up you go,” she said, scooping him up in her huge, strong arms.

“How'd I do?” he asked, struggling to keep his eyes open.

“You did great,” Morgan replied, smiling at him.

“Good...”

He passed out.

…

When Alan came to, he was lying in a bed. It was night and he could hear a fire crackling somewhere nearby.

He shifted, rolling over and looking around. Morgan's tent. He was in her tent. He could hear familiar voices nearby. They were immensely comforting, especially considering how tired he was at the moment.

Rachel was sitting on Morgan's bed, across from him, concentrating intensely on something. As he shifted again, she glanced over.

“Oh, you're awake,” she said, smiling at him.

“How'd it go? What happened?” he replied, yawning. He still felt so drained, so tired. He could sleep for a week.

“Good,” Rachel replied. “It went pretty good. My spell cleansed the whole monastery. After you passed out, Morgan watched over you while Layla and I found the last piece of the artifact. Once we got it, we left the monastery. We didn't loot it, it didn't feel right, plus, it's not like we're exactly strapped for gold right now. We left and made our way back to our original campsite and made camp again. You've been out for about four hours. How are you feeling?”

“Exhausted,” Alan replied, and damn did he mean it. It was a struggle to stay awake just then. He yawned again.

Rachel smiled. “I know how you feel. That must've taken a lot out of you. Do you feel up to eating? We saved you some.”

He shook his head. “No, I'm too tired. Thank you though.”

They both looked over as Layla and Morgan came into the room. “Hey, look who's finally awake!” Morgan said.

Layla came over and sat down on the bed with him. It occurred to him that he was in Rachel's bed again, not Layla's.

“How you doing?” Layla asked, brushing some hair out of his eyes. Her fur felt so good, so warm, so soft against his skin.

“Better now,” he said, grinning foolishly up at her.

She laughed. “Good...Rachel, what have you got for us?”

Alan made himself pay attention to this next part. It was time for new information and his interest managed to temporarily push back his tiredness.

“Well, I've managed to reassemble the artifact,” she said. Holding it up, he realized that it was a dagger. They'd been collecting shards of a dagger. It glowed faintly with magic, a dull red color. “Applying it and a simple substitution spell to the map, I managed to figure out the very last location we need to go to...deliver the artifact. I'm afraid that it's in the Emerald Wild.”

“Wonderful,” Layla murmured.

“Well...that's not all bad, actually,” Morgan replied. “Show me where in the Wild.”

Alan watched the half-giantess approach her bed and Rachel, who pointed it out to her. She studied the map for a moment, then grinned and nodded.

“This is good,” she said.

“Why? What's there?” Layla asked.

“I've been through the Wild more than once. I've made some friends there among the natives,” Morgan replied.

“The natives? I heard it's just monsters in there and maybe a few remote buildings,” Rachel said, confused.

“Dryads,” Morgan said. “I once helped rescue a group of dryads from a pair of flame sorcerers intent on burning down the section of the Wild they called home. They build me a cabin and told me I was always welcome. We got...very close. They'd be more than willing to let us go through their territory, which is fairly close to wherever we're going, and we could rest there. A real rest, a whole day at least, dedicated to it. I think we've earned it.”

“I suppose we could do with a rest,” Rachel replied reluctantly.

“It's settled then. It's about a full day's walk from here, so we'll want to wake up early tomorrow morning. We should all get to bed now,” Morgan said.

“Fine by me,” Alan replied.

Layla smiled, leaned down and kissed him, then stood. “Rachel's claimed you for a second night,” she said.

“I won't be much use,” Alan murmured.

“That's okay, I'm pretty tired, too,” Rachel replied. “I just want someone to snuggle with tonight, and you're fairly decent at that.”

“Good to know,” Alan said.

They all went about getting ready for bed. Morgan went out and killed the campfire, then put away the remains of the food. Layla stripped down naked and crawled into her own bed. As Morgan put the candles out, Rachel did the same, sliding her nude, warm, soft body in next to him. He wondered if it was true, how useless he’d be for sex, as he was feeling horny again.

But even as he wondered this, he drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER V

“We should stop here,” Layla said suddenly.

Alan came to a halt, looking around. They had been walking for a solid eight hours now after waking up at sunrise, eating a quick breakfast and taking off. The whole way there, Alan had been chatting with the ladies, mostly with Morgan, who was telling him about the seemingly endless adventures she'd had over the past decade or so. Throughout it all, he'd noticed that Layla seemed...agitated, fidgety, her tail swishing a lot.

She didn't seem angry, actually. Just...distracted.

“Why? What's up?” Rachel asked.

“A couple of reasons. The first being that it's about time to break for a meal. Also, there's some hot springs near here. I've been through this area before. There's a great little spot we could break for like an hour or so. And before you complain about the long break, I'd like to point out that we are officially supposed to be on a mini-vacation now. We can afford a break. And, the other reason is that I'm like so horny and I really, really want to have a threesome with you and Alan.”

“You've got my vote,” Alan said.

“Same, I wanna see this,” Morgan said.

Rachel sighed. “What a surprise!...okay, fine. Where is this place?”

Layla turned to the left and began making her way into the woods they'd been traveling alongside for a couple of miles now. They followed her.

“Admit it,” Layla said, and Alan could hear the smile in her voice, “you totally want to fuck me, don't you Rachel?”

“Well duh,” Rachel replied. “Your tongue is...it's something else. I've missed it. And your soft, warm fur against my skin.”

“Good, I've missed your huge tits and your lips,” Rachel said.

Alan was getting distracted with visions of both of them naked, in bed with him, doing things to him at the same time, to each other...he'd only had the one threesome in his life, with Layla and Morgan, and it had been fucking amazing. He was willing to bet that this one would be just as fantastic. His only concern was that he might not want to get back on the road after he was done. His legs might be too tired.

They continued walking through the forest until they came to a clearing that was basically as Layla described it: a perfect place to make camp for a midday rest. While he checked out the hot spring and looked into the surrounding woods, enjoying the shade created by the overhead canopy, Morgan threw down her camp-in-a-bag. As he turned back, he already saw that Layla was taking her clothes off. Which, given how little she normally wore, didn't take very long. She could go from clothed to naked in like ten seconds.

“You coming?” she asked, noticing his gaze.

“Yeah,” he replied, hurrying over to the camp and shrugging out of his backpack. “What are we doing first?”

“Soak in the springs to clean up,” Layla replied. “Hurry up, Rachel!”

“I'm hurrying!” Rachel snapped back. “Takes me a little while to get out of all this.”

Alan quickly got out of his clothing and noticed that Morgan was doing the same, having apparently decided to join them for the soak. Well, the more the merrier. He finished stripping by getting his boxers off and then hurried over to the hot spring. Layla was already in it. He lowered himself into the steaming, clear water, joining her. Almost immediately she moved against him, wrapping him in a firm hug and holding him against her while at the same time kissing him fiercely on the mouth.

He reached back and grabbed her ass.

“I can't tell you how hard it is not to just start fucking you right now,” she said.

“I'm having similar problems,” Alan replied.

“But I want to do this in a bed, so...wash up.”

“Got it.”

It didn't take long for Rachel and Morgan to join them.

“We've made good time,” Morgan said. “We should definitely be able to hit the Emerald Wild before nightfall. And the territory the dryad clan lives in isn't that deep in.”

“Perfect,” Layla replied. “Okay, I'm clean, you two almost done?” she asked, already hauling herself up out of the water.

Alan laughed. “I guess I am,” he replied.

“I'll be in in a minute,” Rachel said.

“Don't leave us waiting or we'll start without you,” Layla warned.

“You'd better not.”

Layla grinned. “Well...better hurry then.”

“Ugh, you and your fucking sex drive,” Rachel muttered.

Layla took Alan's hand and led him back to the tent, where they grabbed towels and dried off. As soon as they were dry, Layla took Alan over to Morgan's bed and made him crawl up onto it with her, then she pushed him onto his back.

“You seem to be in a mood,” he said as she hopped onto him.

“I told you, I'm fucking horny,” she replied, then she pressed her lips against his and slipped her tongue into his mouth, probing forcefully. He responded to her, equally horny, twisting and twining his tongue with hers, sharing saliva. He loved the feel of her, the taste of her, the smell of her. The way her fur was so soft and warm when it brushed against his bare skin. Layla kept kissing him, but rolled slightly off of him, reached down and grabbed his dick. Alan groaned into the kiss as she started jacking him off.

“Hey!” Rachel said. They both looked over, startled. “I told you not to get started without me!” she snapped.

“This isn't even close to getting started,” Layla replied. “Now get over here.”

“Fine, lemme dry off first.”

Morgan came in behind her, both women looking wet and incredibly sexy, their hair plastered against their heads and faces. They both dried off and then Morgan took a seat, ready to enjoy the show. Rachel climbed up onto the bed.

“You always had trouble with impatience,” she said as she joined them.

“Guilty,” Layla admitted.

Alan watched as Rachel got partially on top of Layla and kissed her hard on the mouth. They both let out small moans of pleasure and Alan had an idea that it was kind of like a release of something that had been building up for a long time. How long had it been since the two of them had embraced like this?

They both were running their hands over each others' bodies, groping and touching and massaging. Layla had her hands on Rachel's huge pale ass. Rachel let out a little surprised yell as Layla flipped her over onto her back, so that she was in between Layla and Alan. He took the opportunity to place a hand on one of her huge, warm, soft breasts and lean in to kiss her. She responded immediately, kissing him back and slipping her warm, wet tongue into his mouth. In her own way, she felt just as good as Layla did.

They passed her back and forth for a little while, each of them kissing her firmly, then Layla slid down her body a little ways and began to lick one of her nipples. She'd been in the middle of kissing Alan when Layla started and she gasped, breaking the kiss. Alan glanced down, seeing what she was doing, and decided to join her. He moved down to Rachel's considerable chest and began to lick her other nipple.

She moaned as both of them started sucking on her huge, wonderful tits.

“Oh, fuck, Alan...Layla...” she gasped. “Oh, that-that's so good.”

Alan reached down as he sucked on her breast and slipped a finger in between the smooth, warm lips of her pussy. She gasped and then cried out as he began to massage her clit with his fingertip. “Oh yes!” she moaned.

Layla then reached down and he felt her slip a finger into Rachel's tight, wet pussy. The sexy, naked necromancer let out a shout of pleasure as Layla began fingering her, pushing hard up into her. Alan kept rubbing her clit, getting a bit faster and harder with it. Before too long, they were both pleasuring her vigorously, still sucking on her large breasts, and Rachel was moaning continuously, panting and crying out in desperate pleasure.

Both of them kept going and going and going until Rachel let out a prolonged scream of pleasure as she began to climax.

“There we go,” Layla said.

Rachel moaned and gasped as she came, a hot spray of sex juices escaping her pussy and staining the blanket as her whole body shook and twitched. She mumbled incoherently as she came, her head pressed back hard into the pillow. Slowly, her orgasm ramped down and she was left breathing heavily, her eyes closed.

“Holy shit,” she whispered. “That was...I missed threesomes,” she said with conviction. “A lot better to be pleasured by two people at once...speaking of which, your turn Alan. Let's give him the full treatment, Layla.”

“Happy to,” Layla replied.

Rachel got up and they laid Alan down in her place. Both women gave him a kiss and then moved down the length of his body, so that they were level with his cock, which was hard as a rock now. Alan groaned loudly as they both began to drag their tongues across the head of his dick. Both of them started licking him rapidly, pausing occasionally to kiss each other. The sight of two naked women licking his cock might be the greatest thing he'd ever seen and experienced in his entire life. At least top three.

Then Rachel took it into her mouth, rubbing the head of it against her cheek, making a bulge there and staring straight up at him. She started sucking him off, bobbing her head rapidly. Alan let out another loud groan, unable to help himself. The pleasure of being inside of her hot, wet mouth was simply paradise.

Rachel took it out of her mouth before too long and passed it off to Layla, who commenced sucking his dick as well. They were both exceptionally good at it, or at least he thought so, but Layla seemed to be better. Maybe she'd had more practice at it. After passing it back and forth for a little longer, Layla suddenly took it out her mouth.

“Okay,” she said, motioning for Rachel to get out of the way. “I need dick.”

Alan was more than happy to oblige her. She climbed on top of him, grabbed his cock and fed it into her pussy, taking it in with a few short movements. Pleasure shot through him as she started riding his dick. She looked impossibly sexy as she spread her legs very wide, resting solely on her feet, her hands on her knees. She began squatting repeatedly, fucking his dick like she was a professional. She looked like a sex goddess, looming over him, her head lulled back, her mouth hanging slightly open in absolute pleasure as she satisfied herself on his cock.

“Damn Layla,” Rachel said. “You are so good at riding, you look so fucking hot.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Layla replied, sounding extremely distracted, like she was concentrating. “Fuck...Rachel, rub my clit.”

Rachel reached around and found her clit, pressing her chest against Layla's back, balancing her as she started vigorously rubbing her clit. Layla let out a startled yell of bliss as he friend pleasured her. Alan could feel her getting hotter and wetter inside and, within a few seconds, she was coming. Layla cried out, long and loud.

“Oh FUCK YES IT'S SO GOOD!” she screamed as she began to come.

Alan could feel the muscles inside of her twitching and spasming as a hot wave of sex juices escaped her pussy, spraying his inner thighs. It felt incredible. She kept forcefully pounding herself down the length of his cock, forcing it hard and fast up into her over and over. She kept going until her orgasm ran itself out and she fell forward onto her knees and against him. She was breathing heavily, her head resting right next to his.

“That was fucking wonderful,” she mumbled.

“My turn,” Rachel said. “If you want, Layla, I can eat you.”

“Okay...roll me over, that like took it all out of me.”

Alan helped get her over onto her back and he moved, letting her have his place. She spread her legs for Rachel, who got in between them, on her hands and knees now. Alan quickly got behind her, eager to start fucking her from behind. He ran his hands over her huge, pale ass as she buried her face in Layla's crotch. Layla began moaning as Rachel started eating her out, licking her clit. Alan placed the head of his dick at the entrance of Rachel's pussy. She moaned, the sound muffled by Layla's crotch, as he pushed himself into her.

He worked his way inside of the beautiful necromancer, inch by inch, until skin met skin and his hips were touching her thick ass. He brought his hands around to her broad hips, got a good grip, digging in his fingertips and then started pounding her. She let out a startled yell and then kept eating out Layla, who was moaning freely.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck Rachel eat my pussy!” she cried.

Alan reached back and gave Rachel's big ass a hard smack. She cried out, so he did it again. He could feel how fucking wet and hot she was inside, causing pleasure to wash through him as he pounded her tight pussy.

He knew he wasn't going to last much longer. This threesome was too fucking hot and, well, honestly, it wasn't like they had a whole lot of time. He leaned forward, reaching beneath Rachel, and got a big handful of her huge tits. Properly positioned, he started fucking her harder and faster, and when it came knocking, he let his orgasm happen. Groaning, Alan began to unload his seed deep in Rachel's perfect pussy.

All three of them were moaning now and it must have been very loud. He realized, right before he started to orgasm, that, in fact, all of them were moaning. Looking over, he saw that Morgan, who hadn't bothered to dress, was fingering herself, masturbating furiously as she watched the erotic display the three of them were putting on. That only made him come all the harder. He cried out, squeezing Rachel's huge tits as he shot his load into her, his cock kicking hard inside of the tight wetness of her pussy, unleashing fresh spurts of his seed into her.

He was lost inside of his climax, pleasure pulsing through him, filling him with pink light. As the pleasure subsided, he realized he had collapsed against Rachel, who still had her head buried in Layla's crotch.

“Sorry,” he said, pushing himself up, his arms shaky.

“It's fine, I know what it's like,” Rachel replied, getting up once she was able.

“Mmm...that was as good as I had hoped it would be,” Layla said, laying bonelessly in the bed.

“Yeah, definitely. We should...we should get going,” Rachel murmured, then she fell back against the bed again, on her back, making her breasts bounce nicely.

“No way, we haven't even eaten yet, and I need another bath,” Layla replied. “Learn to take a break once in awhile, Rachel.”

“Yeah, I guess you're right,” she said. “I could definitely do with another bath. Especially now that I've got this huge mess inside of me.”

“Sorry,” Alan said.

“It's fine, not like it was unexpected.”

“I kind of like it,” Layla said. “Dunno why.”

“Well I think it's kind of gross...but then again, pretty much all of sex is gross if you aren't like really horny. It's sweaty and messy and there's all these smells and liquids...”

“Yeah, you've got a point,” Morgan said. “I need a bath now too.”

“Let's bathe,” Layla said, sitting up. “Then eat lunch. Then we'll get back on the road.”

“Sounds good to me,” Alan replied.

They all got up and headed back out to the hot spring. This time, they ended up lingering in it for more than half a minute. The atmosphere was a lot more laid back and relaxed, which made sense, considering everyone in the group had just had an orgasm. Things tended to become a lot slower and easier to deal with after that.

“You know...you remind me of someone,” Morgan said, breaking the silence that had settled over them for the past few minutes.

“What? Me?” Alan replied, opening his eyes.

“Yeah.”

“Oh...who?”

“Well, lots of someones actually. But there was this guy who was lost in the woods. Well, hardly more than a boy, really. His name was Mark. He was a...reluctant hunter who got lost. And he found me. He was from the nearby village. It was already dark so I let him spend the night and I...came onto him. And he was receptive to it. So we fucked a few times. And occasionally he still gets 'lost' and comes to visit me and we fuck a few more times. It's great. You remind me of him. You're both cute and young and get that sort of dazed look on your face when you see boobs.”

“Yeah...” Alan replied, unable to keep from smiling.

“Well, boobs are fucking awesome,” Layla said. “I've always held to that.”

“So...” Morgan said, grinning suddenly. “What's your craziest sex story?” she asked, looking at Layla, then at Rachel.

“Hmm...story time, huh?” Layla asked. “Well, there was this one time I was hunting Minotaurs in the Emerald Wild with three other hunters. A felis, a beryl, and an elf. All guys. We were celebrating after getting an even dozen of them, this was when there was like some weird kind of epidemic of them coming out of the Wild, and we all got drunk and they all fucked me at once. That was a pretty intense sexual session,” she replied.

“Sounds very nice,” Morgan said with a grin. She looked over at Rachel. “You?”

“Oh...not much, honestly. I mean, you know, I got started with Layla and our...our guy. He was so cute. But since then? Not a lot, really.”

“You're holding back,” Morgan said. “I mean, if you really don't want to tell us, it's okay. I respect privacy, but...come on, no one's gonna judge here.”

“Well...” she looked at Morgan, then at Alan, then at Layla. He hoped she found nothing but peace and friendship there. “Okay. I've never told this to anyone else, I mean no one. I met a guy last year. I was visiting way down in Blair Hill. I'm on a six month rotation, so basically I just wander from settlement to settlement and see if anyone needs any necromancer related help. Well, there wasn't much to do in Blair Hill beyond some clerical work at the local necromancer's guild that no one else wanted to do and they always stuck the new person with. In between that, I went for walks in the woods, the Sage Woodland, and I met this guy.

“He was so handsome. Tall, well-built, outdoorsman type. He didn't seem bothered by the fact that I was a necromancer so naturally I kind of gravitated towards him for that reason alone. We got to talking and he asked if I wanted to spend the night at his cabin. He lived out in the woods. So I spent the night and we had sex a couple times and it was awesome. I ended up hanging around the place for like two weeks and I started seeing him every day, and spending the night out there. And about halfway through it, he told me a secret about himself: he was a werewolf. And he asked me if I would allow him to fuck me in his full werewolf form.”

“And...you did it?” Morgan asked, grinning broadly.

“...yes. Like, six times. It was so good. I was nervous about it at first but I knew more about werewolves than most people. They aren't automatically mindless or feral in their 'beast' state, they can still think, reason, and even talk. They're just...a bit more impulsive and savage. I've met people who have lived with it and some even use it to their advantage. I traveled with this hot tall blonde named Piper who used her werewolf form to help her bounty hunt sometimes. But yeah, I decided to give it a shot and he...mounted me, heh, doggystyle, and it was...holy shit, amazing. So, yeah, that's the craziest thing I ever did.”

“Very awesome,” Morgan said. “And you're right, it's really good. I've fucked a few werewolf guys before. They really like me cause they can go all out, since I'm so much bigger.” She looked over at Alan now.

“Hey, all my crazy sex stuff happened with you,” he said. “Although...”

“Although?” Layla prompted.

“Well, a few months ago, there was this adventuress. Her name was Jasmine. She was like this...sex goddess. She showed up at the inn I was living at one day and just decided she wanted to fuck me for like five days. She was tall, tanned, made of lean, wiry muscle. She had green eyes to die for and this smoking hot short red hair. She fucked me like I had never been fucked before. I mean, I didn't even know it was possible for sex to be like that.”

“She left you hungry for more, huh?” Morgan asked.

“Yes.”

“Well, I hope we've done an admirable job of satisfying that need.”

“More than,” Alan replied with conviction.

“What about you, miss half-giantess who fucks everything with a pulse?” Layla asked.

Morgan laughed. “Well, I've slept around a lot. I've fucked humans, elves, beryl, and felis. I've also fucked a sprite and a demon.”

“Whoa, a demon? I haven't heard about this,” Layla said, sitting up a little straighter in the steaming water.

“Well, sexual liberation aside, it's not something you just...you know...announce to the vast majority of people. Even people who are cool with fucking other species, even the 'monster' species, I know a guy who fucked at least a dryad, a mermaid, and a dragoness, for example, might not necessarily be cool with fucking a demon. Though, for full reference, that guy actually fucked two demons. A succubus and a warrior demoness. So yeah, I met an incubus, a male lust demon and he was very interested in me.”

“What'd you give him?” Rachel asked.

“The pleasure of sex with me.”

“Really, he didn't want anything else?”

“No, he said it was an 'off the books' encounter. He genuinely just wanted to fuck me because he'd never quite encountered anyone like me before and when you've lived for a few hundred years, probably longer, something you haven't seen before is pretty unique.”

“Whoa...awesome,” Alan said. “Man...I kind of want to have sex with a succubus now. I've heard they're supposed to be really good at it.”

“Yeah, but you gotta be careful,” Rachel replied. “Demons are...tricky. They aren't all evil, I know that much, but usually you gotta watch yourself.”

They fell silent, each lost in their own thoughts. Eventually, Rachel stirred. “Well, it's been long enough, I think. I'd like to eat lunch and keep moving.”

“All right,” Morgan said, standing up. “I've got some venison I've been wanting to fry up. If someone would be willing to peel some potatoes, I can make those, too.”

“I'll do it,” Alan said. “I've had enough practice at it.”

“Perfect. We'll sit back and watch,” Layla said.

“As usual,” Morgan replied, rolling her eyes.

They all got up out of the hot spring.

…

The venison and potatoes were great.

Once they made the meal and ate it, then sat around for a bit longer, letting their food settle a bit, Morgan broke down her camp and they started making their way towards the Emerald Wild. They walked in relative silence along a trail among the scattered copses and grasslands that made up most of the country, just enjoying each others' company and the peaceful tranquility of the nature that surrounded them.

But as they walked, Alan found himself thinking more and more about the Emerald Wild. They couldn't see it yet, but he knew it was there, looming on the horizon. He didn't know very much about the Wild, only that it was essentially a huge forest that encompassed a good portion of the east coast and that it was dangerous.

“So...how much do you know about the Emerald Wild?” he asked.

“Not much,” Rachel replied.

“I probably know the most about it,” Morgan replied. “Unless you've been hiding extensive knowledge of it from me.”

“No, I haven't. Go right ahead,” Layla said.

“Okay. Well, the Emerald Wild is essentially one big dangerous forest. It goes almost all the way up to Stafford and Mount Lumos, the city of magic and wizards and sorceresses. It is significantly more dangerous than anywhere else in the region and no one really knows why. It has scores of different creatures, some of them mindless, some of them self aware and as smart, or smarter, than any of us, and a lot in between. My own personal theory is that it's a result of magical run-off from Mount Lumos, which glows with magic energy. A river runs from the mountain, all the way through the Wild and into the ocean down south.

“I know there are a few villages on the other side of the Wild, mostly port towns, and there do exist 'safe' paths through the Wild, though safe is such a relative term.”

“Huh...so, you said you had experiences with some dryads in the region?” Alan asked.

“Yes. About two years ago, I was bounty hunting, on the trail of these fire mages that had been causing problems for a few weeks. I've gotten fairly good at tracking people, and it wasn't exactly like they were trying all that hard to hide their trail. I tracked them through a few villages where they'd started fires, burned down buildings, then into the Wild. I finally caught up to them when they were preparing to burn down a region of the Wild because they'd wandered into dryad territory and, well, the clans around there can be very picky about who comes into their territory and who doesn't. They weren't welcome.

“When the dryads made that obvious, the two mages reacted poorly and started setting fire to the area. Luckily, I was very nearby when it happened. Now, dryads are tough and they have a lot of tricks and abilities at their disposal, but the reality of the situation is that they're not naturally resistant against fire. It's one of their weaknesses. So they were at the mercy of these fire mages. I tried to reason with them when I showed up, though not very hard given how much I'd come to hate them, and I ended up killing them both.

“The dryads were both very grateful to me and very...enamored with me. They wanted me to stay with them, at least for a little while. But I had to cash in those bounties. I promised them I'd be back. So, I left, cashed in three different bounties in three different villages, then got back. It was about a week's walk, altogether. By the time I got there, they had built me like, an open-walled cabin. They said that I was unusually in unity with nature for a non-nymph and that it was wonderful to see and they...really liked me. I stuck around and some of them asked if I'd be interested in some sex, although they worded it different, they propositioned me, and I took them up on it.”

“So you like...had an orgy with dryads?” Rachel asked.

“Yeah. It was so hot. They fuck like crazy.”

“So, I'm a little confused, when you say dryad...are there male and female dryads? I've never been too clear on that,” Layla said.

“Yes, there are male and female, but in this specific situation, the clan was, I think, exclusively female. At least, they were all women when I was there.”

“How would they reproduce?” Alan asked.

“Males from the surrounding clans. They're a unique clan, they're caregivers in the sense that they help the trees of the area. I know that sounds like what all dryads do, but they're more involved with the process, somehow. I know they can heal sick trees and I think they also evaluate whether or not a tree should be healed or allowed to die. But they've got these magically infused pleasure devices...” Morgan said, trailing off, clearly lost in thought.

“What do they do?” Rachel asked.

“They like...they're like fake dicks, and they wear them, and they can feel the sex. They let me use one and...man, it was something else. You two have got to try them.”

“Mmm...I'd love to try that on you,” Layla said, putting an arm around Rachel and kissing her on the cheek while, with her other hand, she reached down and groped one of her breasts.

“It sounds really hot,” Rachel replied.

“It is, you'll love it. And I know you'll love this, Alan. Although I guess I should ask, are you okay with fucking a dryad?” Morgan asked, glancing back at him.

“Yeah, totally. I've kind of always wanted to try it.”

“Awesome. Tonight is going to be a full blown orgy with dryads. We'll be able to spend the night in the cabin they built for me. It's pretty big,” Morgan replied.

With a renewed determination, the quartet continued towards the Emerald Wild, visions of hot, frantic dryad sex filling their minds.

…

The Emerald Wild seemed to engulf the entire horizon, stretching away out of sight both to the left and the right.

It wasn't nightfall yet, but the shadows were long and the sun was clearly heading for the horizon, ready to disappear for another day. Alan found himself nervous, both in a good way and a bad way, as they came to the threshold of the Wild and then entered it, following a relatively exposed and safe-looking pathway into the trees and foliage. He was nervous in a good way because he was very much looking forward to some happy, awesome sex with dryad women. He'd seen paintings of them before in his life, some of them a bit more...exposed than others, and he always thought that dryad women were exceptionally beautiful.

He was also just regular nervous because the Emerald Wild was a dangerous place.

He'd read enough books on the subject to know that all kinds of dangerous things resided in the aptly named Wild. He hoped he would be able to defend himself properly, since he knew that, if they did get into a fight with something, using fireballs had too much potential to cause collateral damage to the forest around them, and he didn't want to do that at all. Both out of respect for and fear of the nymphs and spirits that guarded the forest.

None of them spoke, intent on paying attention, as they continued pushing deeper into the Wild, into unknown territory. Their journey went on for about a solid half hour without any real kind of interruption...then it happened.

Suddenly, Morgan, who was leading the way, stopped. Rachel, who was right behind her, almost ran into her and stopped as well.

“What is it?” Layla whispered.

“Something's nearby...my ring's trembling,” Morgan murmured.

They all started looking around, preparing their various weapons. Alan became aware of heavy footsteps coming from...he looked to the right and managed to call out a warning as an enormous ogre burst through the dense foliage and barreled towards them. It was about as tall as Morgan was, rippling with muscle beneath dark orange, almost burnt-looking, leathery flesh. It let out a roar as it backhanded Rachel and crashed into Morgan.

Alan saw Layla notch and loose an arrow, then another, as Morgan grappled with the ogre. He turned and hurried over to Rachel, who was on the ground, groaning. Still alive. He crouched by her side, gently touching her back.

“I'm fine,” she said, sounding in pain. “I think one or two my ribs are cracked...but we can fix that with a healing spell. Go help them,” she said.

“...okay, I'll be back as soon as I can,” Alan promised.

Rachel nodded carefully. Alan shot to his feet and turned around, gathering magic for some kind of spell. She was right, they needed to deal with this ogre first. There were four arrows sticking out of it now but they didn't seem to be doing much damage and Morgan looked like she was having a hard time bringing the big ugly thing down. Alan figured an ice spell would be best. That would stop the big bastard and it wouldn't have much risk to the plant life.

He continued gathering magic, trying to get a clear shot on the thing, but it and Morgan were moving around so much that it was impossible. Layla kept putting arrows in the ugly creature. Then, suddenly, it shoved Morgan away and she went stumbling and sprawling. It began to go after her again, moving in for the kill, and that's when Alan prepared to make his move. But then something totally new and unexpected happened.

A root shot out of the ground, bursting free in a spray of dirt, and wrapped around the ogre's wrist. It let out a furious scream as it was jerked to a halt, then reached over to rip the root away. However, as it did this, another one appeared and snapped into place around its other wrist. More of them appeared, seething around its feet and climbing up its legs. That's when, suddenly, a thick vine appeared from overhead, from one of the taller trees in the area. It looped around the thing's neck and, once it had a firm hold, the roots let go.

The vine lifted the ogre off the ground.

It was choking to death. It tried to reach up, to tear at the vine, and it probably would have succeeded too, given its powerful, clawed fingers, but that's when the vine jerked harshly and the clear, awful sound of its neck snapping was heard by all present. Then the ogre stopped moving and it was lowered back to the ground.

A new presence could be felt in the area.

“Who's there?” Morgan said, getting back to her feet. “Show yourself.”

Had something worse shown up to attack them?

Then, relief flooded through him as a dryad stepped out of the treeline. Followed by another, and another, and more.

“Cypress!” Morgan said, then laughed and began moving forward.

“Morgan, it's been so long, I've missed you so much,” the lead dryad replied, moving to meet her. Morgan knelt down and grabbed the dryad, wrapping in a hug and lifting her way off the ground. A groan drew Alan's attention.

Rachel!

He had all this magic charged up, so he quickly moved over to her, knelt and released a healing spell over her, taking her hand and letting the magic flow through her. She gasped and trembled slightly, then took a deep breath and let it out.

“Oh wow, thank you,” she said. “That was really starting to hurt.”

“Are you okay?” Layla asked, hurrying over.

“I'm fine,” Rachel said as Alan helped her up. “You know me, Layla, I'm tough. I've been through worse.”

“Haven't we all?” she replied, smiling and hugging Rachel fiercely. “Come on, let's go meet our new friends and, hopefully, playmates.”

The three of them moved over to join Morgan and now almost a dozen dryads. Alan found it difficult not to stare. All of them were naked and very, very beautiful. Most of them were tall and cleanly built. Their skin resembled that of tree bark, a kind of light brownish-green color. They had kind of plant-like hair, leaves on some of them, what looked like grass in the shape of hair on the others, and they all had branches growing out of the tops of their heads. The branches kind of reminded him of antlers.

And their eyes...they all had the greenest of eyes, bright green, green like a forest that was in full bloom on the sunniest, healthiest day of Spring.

They were beautiful in a way he hadn't quite experienced before.

“So, Cypress, these are my new friends. Well, okay, I've known Layla here for a couple years. But this beautiful necromancer is Rachel and this cute young man is Alan. Guys, these are my friends, and Cypress is their leader.”

They all studied each other as the dryads came closer, moving fully onto the trail and out of the treeline and dense foliage.

Cypress walked closer to them. “It's nice to meet you all. Any friend of Morgan's is a friend of ours. So, what brings you our way?” she asked.

“Well, we're on a journey. Searching for something. Turned out it was kind of close to your territory, so I thought maybe you wouldn't mind letting us stay in the cabin and, well, you know, having a lot of fun tonight...sexy fun.”

“Oh...I see,” Cypress said. She smiled. “We'd definitely be interested in a night or two of fun. Or longer, if you'd like. We don't get many visitors and normally we like it that way, but we aren't complete isolationists, and it's been a long time since we've...enjoyed the company of someone who wasn't a dryad.”

“Great! Let's head to the cabin and get started. Unfortunately we'll only be able to stay today and some of tomorrow. Although...well, I don't see a reason why we can't come back and visit after we complete our journey, since we'll still be nearby,” Morgan replied.

“Excellent. Come along.”

Cypress and the other dryads began leading them off the path and into the forest itself. Alan felt a strange but very welcome sense of tranquil serenity in the presence of these dryads. The forest seemed to gently shift and sway around them, subtly making room for them. They walked in silence for about ten minutes before coming to a clearing. In a field of grass, surrounded on all sides by trees, was an open-walled cabin.

Really, it was more of a huge gazebo than a cabin. There were four support pillars and a roof, and furniture inside, mainly a huge bed, but he also spied a desk and chair, and a chest at the foot of the bed. By now, the sun was close to going down and twilight saturated the landscape. They walked into the open-walled structure.

“How do you keep the rain out, or the snow?” Rachel asked, shrugging out of her pack.

“Magic, basically,” Morgan replied. “The dryads are very magical beings and they have a lot of control over nature and their environment.”

Alan looked around, still a bit stunned by all this. He noticed more and more things as he studied the area. There were natural gardens along the border of the field, and natural pathways crisscrossing the area, and even another hot spring behind the structure. This one seemed less like a random formation and more like it was designed.

It looked very inviting.

“This is a really nice place,” he said as he shrugged out of his pack and Layla walked up to him. “I mean, it's so...I don't know, peaceful, relaxed.”

“Perfect place for a tiny vacation,” Layla replied. She took off her pack and then stripped out of her clothes. “Perfect place to get naked, too. I'm not getting dressed until we have to leave sometime tomorrow.” He was still surprised by how fast she could get naked.

He also supposed she had a point, though he was a lot more self-conscious than she was. She was super hot and super fit, and he was kind of pasty and not all that fit and on the skinny side. Still, he felt a lot more...well, not exactly confident, but comfortable, with his clothes off, given the way he'd been treated by Layla and Rachel and Morgan over the past several days. Of course now he was in the presence of about a dozen intimidatingly beautiful and naked dryad women, so that made him a lot more awkward.

But, in the end, he began stripping down anyway. He doubted they were going to judge him. He saw that Rachel and Morgan were doing the same. Morgan a little more eagerly, Rachel seemed shy like he did.

As he got his boxers off, he saw one of the dryads approaching him.

“Hello,” she said. Her voice was...musical, almost. It was wonderful. “My name is Amber.”

“I'm Alan,” he replied. “Um...it's very nice to meet you.”

She smiled. “And it's nice to meet you,” she said.

Like the others, she was tall, probably about six three or six four, easily taller than he was. She had very pleasant curves to her and her thick thighs and broad hips reminded him of fertility, though he wasn't sure why. Her skin was the color of the light brown bark of a certain kind of tree he had forgotten the name of and her hair was of the grass variety: short blades of the greenest grass clung tightly to her head in the shape of a very attractive haircut. He wondered if that was natural or if it might be for their groups' benefit, since it was what humans and felis were more used to. And then there were her branches, giving her an additional six inches.

“So, um...how do we, uh, do this?” he asked. Then he laughed nervously. “Sorry, I just...I've never, uh, been with a dryad.”

Amber simply smiled at him. It was a disarming smile, one that seemed to convey great ease. She extended her hand. “If you'd like, we can lay in the field and make love. I know a soft spot and my friend, Rose, is already there.”

He looked down at her hand, then he took it. “Okay, that sounds great.”

She started leading him out of the structure and into the field. Glancing around, he saw that Morgan had gotten onto the bed with three dryads. Rachel was being led by one of them to the hot springs and Layla was already stretched out in her own soft spot on the field with two beautiful, voluptuous dryad women. She was moaning, as one of them was eating her out and the other was kissing her neck.

Up ahead, he could see another dryad.

She must be Rose.

“Rose, this is Alan,” Amber said.

Rose stood up. She wasn't quite as tall as Amber was, though she was at least as tall as he was. She seemed slimmer, with a more athletic build and a slightly different shade of skin, darker. She also had the leaf hairstyle. She was just as beautiful as Amber was.

“It's so great to meet you...it's been awhile since I've been with anyone besides my own kind. And, well...I've never been with a human,” Rose said.

“I've never been with a dryad,” Alan replied. “I'm very much looking forward to it.”

“Then let's get started.”

They laid down together and he realized that they were right. Not only was this part of the field very warm, it was definitely soft and comfortable. There was even a sort of lumpy collection of plant life that was, Alan realized, meant to serve as a makeshift pillow. They all laid down and he found himself in between the two dryad women.

At first, none of them made the first move, all of them perhaps a little nervous about the encounter. Then Amber, who seemed to be the more outgoing and experienced of the two, reached out, took Alan's jaw in her fingers and leaned in. She guided his face towards hers and pressed her lips against his.

He leaned into the kiss, reaching out and placing a hand on one of her large breasts. He thought that dryad skin would be tough or rough, but it was almost as soft and smooth as human or elf skin. He began groping her as they kissed, letting go of her breast after a moment and sliding his hand down her side to the swell of one broad hip. He loved women who had big hips and thick thighs, although it was something he'd never fully been able to figure out why. It was kind of the same way he reacted to redheads, it was just one of those things.

He felt Rose's hands on his body, touching his chest, his stomach, his legs, as though exploring him the same way he was exploring Amber. She opened up his mouth with her lips and slipped her tongue in. Immediately, his mouth was filled with the taste of honeysuckle and fresh spring water. He felt her tongue entering his mouth, gently probing for his own tongue, running along his teeth. He met her tongue with his and held her close to him, then began twining their tongues together. It was something he always loved doing, something that seemed incredibly intimate, a way of connecting. It always felt so intense.

Amber broke away from him and then gently passed him over to Rose, who was waiting her turn. As soon as she could, she kissed him. The way she did it seemed to suggest she wanted to kind of just dive in, to get the initial tension over with, to actually start doing it. And her reaction to it seemed to suggest that she really liked it. She rubbed herself against him as they made out and he ran his hands across her naked body, groping her breasts and then moving down to her taut, well-maintained hips and thighs and ass.

After a little bit, he broke away from her. “There's something I'd like to do for you,” he said.

“What?” Rose replied.

“Spread your legs and I'll show you,” he said.

She did as he asked, opening her legs for him, and he began to get down in between them, but Amber stilled him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Wait,” she said, “leave some space for me and rest on your knees, so I can get beneath you. I'll pleasure you as you pleasure her.”

“Okay, that sounds great.”

He got onto his hands and knees, leaving some space for Amber, who got into place. He looked up the length of Rose's wonderful dryad body. She smiled down at him. He leaned down and kissed her pussy, then he spread the lips of it. He was glad to see that dryad anatomy matched the ones he was familiar with. It all looked basically the same. He touched his tongue to her clit, causing her to gasp and then moan as he started to work it.

“Yes...oh yes...” she moaned softly.

He groaned as a wave of bliss hit him. Amber was getting to work. He felt her take his cock into her warm, wet mouth and start sucking him off. She was also reaching up and working his shaft. She was very skilled. The sensation was interesting, he'd never done something like this before. It made it kind of difficult to focus on Rose, but he did his best. And from the sounds she was making, she really seemed to be enjoying herself.

They kept going like this, pleasuring each other with their mouths. In the background, he could hear a veritable chorus of female moaning now. He could definitely pick out Morgan's, Rachel's, and Layla's voices as they were pleasured by the dryads, and the dryads' voices were just as sexy as they were, in turn, pleasured by his companions. He was glad everyone was happy. He continued pleasuring Rose, hoping to get her off. Her pussy tasted...earthy and sweet, it reminded him of tree sap, it was quite pleasant.

Alan slipped a finger into her tight, wet opening and Rose let out another loud moan of pleasure. He started pushing rapidly up into her sweet spot. That did it, that got her coming. He was glad to see that dryads orgasmed too. The only difference was, he realized as he pulled back slightly and stared at her pussy, dryad's sex juices didn't leak, they kind of oozed. And there came out of her a clearish green gel that definitely resembled tree sap.

Alan thought the sight might have turned him off, but honestly it didn't. Especially from the way Rose's thighs twitched and spasmed, or how her breasts jiggled. As Rose finished coming, Amber took his cock out of her mouth.

“Okay,” she said, “I want sex.”

“Me too,” Alan replied. “How do you wanna do it?”

“Lay back, I'll ride you, I'm quite good at it.”

He nodded and switched places with Rose, who rolled out of the way. He'd hardly laid down when Amber got on top of him, grabbed his cock and fed it into her waiting dryad pussy. He groaned as he slid inside of her. She felt different inside. He wasn't sure how, but different than the other women he'd slept with. It was not a bad difference, to be sure. Pleasure began to wash through him as Amber started vigorously riding his cock. He felt hard as steel and the way Amber looked atop him as she rode him, it was like staring up a forest sex goddess.

Reaching out, Alan grabbed her hips and began thrusting up into her, causing her to let out a scream of pleasure.

“That's it, fuck me!” she moaned. He kept thrusting up into her, staring at her large, wildly bouncing breasts, then let go of her hips, reached up and grabbed them. They felt amazing in his grasp, firm yet soft, and big enough that he couldn't get his whole hand around them. Rose got around behind Amber and reached to her front, finding her clit. She began to rub it vigorously and Amber let out  startled scream of pleasure. It didn't take very long for her to come. Alan groaned, trying to keep his own orgasm at bay as he felt her pussy tremble and twitch. Soon a thick ooze of dryad sex sap was leaking down his dick.

Amber kept fucking his dick until Rose spoke up.

“Can I have a turn?” she asked.

“Yeah...I guess so,” Amber replied, breathing heavily, clearly not wanting the sex to stop.

“Will you fuck me from behind?” Rose asked.

“Yeah, definitely.”

He got up and Rose got in front of him, down on her hands and knees, presenting her beautiful, tight ass to him, and her glistening pussy. He got up against her, putting the head of his cock against her tight opening, then he pushed his way carefully inside. She cried out and pushed against him, forcing him in even deeper. Alan moaned, hands planted firmly on her hips. He started ramming her, sliding rapidly in and out of her wonderful pussy.

“Oh, yes, Alan, oh fuck!” she cried, pushing against him. “It's so good!”

He had to agree with her, he was close to coming and her pussy felt so wonderful, so warm, so inviting. He realized that Rose was beside him, laying out on her side, her head propped up on her hand. “Come in my mouth,” she said. “I want to taste your seed.”

“Okay...” He couldn't hold on any longer. “Fuck, going!”

He pulled out of Rose's pussy and quickly turned to face Amber, who was prepared for this, she took his cock and began jacking it off rapidly. He moaned as he started coming, pleasure pulsing through him in waves. He watched as his seed shot directly into her open, waiting mouth in thick spurts. She kept jerking him off until he was pumped dry, then she swallowed and put it in her mouth, cleaning his cock off with her lips and tongue.

“Holy fuck,” he moaned when she took it back out. He sat down heavily in the grass. “How was it?” he asked.

“Salty. I like it,” she replied.

“Good,” he said, getting his breath back.

“How about we go check on your friends?” Rose suggested. “It sounds like things are dying down and there's nothing quite like a group cuddle afterward.”

“Sounds great,” Alan said, getting up.

The three of them stood and began to move back to the open-walled building. They saw that indeed things had died down. No one was actively fucking anymore. Instead, they were all heading to the hot springs. Alan was surprised to see that they were in fact big enough to hold every single being present. He, Rose, and Amber joined. As he settled in, Rose and Amber laid up against him, one on each side.

“Looks like you had fun,” Layla said, sitting a little ways to his left with a group of dryads.

“Definitely,” he replied.

Morgan was sitting across from them with Cypress in her lap and another dryad next to her. Rachel was close to her as well, still kissing her playmate for the night.

“This is the fucking life,” Layla said. “Adventuring, fucking, killing evil things. Pretty sure I want to do this for the rest of my life.”

Alan wondered if he wanted to do the same. He had to admit, he didn't want to stop anytime soon. It was a far cry from how worried and paranoid he was as he put up that want ad. How long ago had that been? A little over a week or so, he realized after a moment of thought. A week? It seemed like ages ago.

“So, Alan, is this the life, or what?” Layla asked.

“Definitely,” he replied.

“You're glad you came with us?” Morgan asked, grinning at him from across the steaming hot spring.

“Oh yeah, more than. This...is more than I ever could have hoped for.”

“Well, a lot of fun things happen if you head out into the world,” Morgan replied.

He thought that she might be right. They still had one last push, one last leg of their journey, but for tonight, they were relaxing.

They had earned it.

…

“I think I need to get out of the water,” Alan said, holding one of his hands up in front of him. “I'm pruning up pretty bad.”

“Same,” Rachel said. “How long have we been in here?”

“Long enough,” Morgan said. She stood up and again Alan marveled again at her sheer height. Standing there before him, naked and wet, water running down her immense frame, she looked like a giant warrior goddess.

He and the others got out of the hot springs, and the dryads joined them as well. They all left and made for the open-walled cabin. Alan found a towel there and started drying off. He felt thoroughly relaxed. It was dark now, the twilight gone, the stars out, but the air was still warm and deeply comfortable.

He was also starting to get horny again. Well, hang out with a lot of naked women that were cool with casual sex and that made enough sense. Alan finished drying off and looked around. Morgan was sitting down at the edge of the cabin, looking deep in thought. Rachel and Morgan were getting up onto the bed.

Layla had something in her hand.

She looked over at him. “Alan, get up here. There's something I've been wanting to try with Rachel, and now I want to try even more.”

“Okay,” he replied.

Rachel laughed. “You didn't even ask what it is.”

“Well, I'm sure it'll probably be sexy,” he replied, crossing the room and crawling up on the huge bed with them.

Layla was holding something in her hand. He studied it for a moment, confused as to what it was. Then she started to pull it on. It was what looked to be a dick, but made out of some plant-like substance, and it had a harness attached to it, made out of more plant life. Layla pulled it up over her hips. “It's a fake dick,” she said. “It's magic.”

“And you want to use it on Rachel?” he asked.

“Yes. It's going to let me feel the sex. Now, what I need you for, what we need you for, is that Rachel has never been double-penetrated. She's had sex before, obviously, and she's taken it up the ass before, but never at the same time.”

“Oh...wow,” he replied, then looked at Rachel. She was blushing fiercely. “So...where do you want me?” he asked.

“I figured you'd enjoy fucking me up the ass,” Rachel replied. “Layla told me about your earlier session with anal.”

“That sounds awesome,” Alan said.

“Okay, does anyone have some lube?” Layla asked. “I'd love to get this underway.”

Alan looked around. He saw that the dryads were getting their second wind. Amber and Rose were already making love together on a spot on the ground nearby, both of them rubbing their vaginas together, hips locked, moaning as they ground against each other. Another two were having sex with another of the fake dicks. One of the dryads was bent over on her hands and knees. She had a beautiful, round, full ass. The other was on her knees, driving into her, hands on her hips. They were both moaning loudly.

It was an incredibly erotic scene.

Another two dryads were leading Morgan towards a spot in the grass. They all laid down together. One of them got on top of Morgan's face and she began to eat her out, while the second got down in between Morgan's huge thighs and started eating her out as well. A collection of the other dryads, however, including Cypress, were lingering in the cabin, gathered around the bed, watching intently.

Apparently they wanted to enjoy the show.

Cypress produced a clear glass tube of greenish lube, something Alan though looked like tree sap, and probably was produced using the stuff.

“I can apply it, if you want,” Cypress said, smiling at him.

“Um...okay, yeah, that'd be great,” he replied.

She poured some out into her hand, then made a fist around his cock. He groaned as she started massaging his dick. Her grip was sure and strong, and definitely skilled. Cypress started getting more into it before Layla said, “Hey, hey, it's our turn with him. You can get him later.”

“Fair enough,” she said. “I'll be waiting, Alan.”

He tried to think of something to say, but there was nothing, so he just smiled dumbly and nodded to her, then rolled over to face Rachel. The pale necromancer was now on her side, facing away from him. “How do we want to do this?” she asked.

“Well...we could make a Rachel sandwich,” Layla said. “I'd lay on my back, Rachel would get on top of me and put the fake dick in her, then you'd fuck her ass from behind.”

“I'm okay with that,” Alan replied.

“Yeah, that should work,” Rachel said.

Layla laid down on her back and Rachel got on top of her. Both women moaned as Rachel took the fake dick into her pussy. “Okay,” she said, “get in Alan. And please be careful. That goes for both of you, actually.”

“Don't worry, Rachel. We won't hurt you,” Alan replied as he got up behind her.

“I know, I trust both of you, that's why we're doing this,” she said. “I don't think there's anyone else I'd consider doing this with.”

“Then I feel honored,” Layla said, grinning up at her. She reached up and began groping Rachel's huge pale tits. “Gods I love your tits, Rachel. They're so fucking amazing.”

“Thank you...and your hands feel so nice on them-oh!” she said, startled as Alan began to penetrate her thick, well-padded ass.

“There we go,” he said quietly.

He spent the next few moments getting her up ass. It felt incredible, the pleasure was washing through him. Her ass was so tight. Once he was all the way inside and his hips were pressed up against her warm ass, they spent another little bit of time getting a rhythm right. Layla could only do so much beneath both Rachel and Alan, so Rachel had to ride the fake dick. But then, at the same time, Alan had to fuck her in the ass, so they had to sync up.

But when they got that rhythm going…

Rachel was really loud. She was moaning in intense, desperate pleasure as both her holes were fucked at once. Alan had reached around and took her big tits in his hands, groping them as he fucked her up the ass, sliding rapidly in and out of her tight hole. The sexual bliss was overwhelming. All three of them were panting and groaning as pleasure filled them.

“Oh, fuck, it's so-oh it's SO GOOD!” Rachel cried. “Fuck, there's so much inside me!” she moaned, sweating now, pushing against both of them.

“Oh Rachel,” Alan moaned, leaning against her. He kissed her neck. “Rachel, you're ass is so fucking tight,” he moaned.

“Fuck me,” she replied, “oh Alan, fuck my ass!” she cried.

He happily obliged her, going faster and faster, trying not to go too hard, though she didn't seem to have a problem taking it hard.

“Oh fuck, this thing...holy shit it feels so good,” Layla moaned. “This...oh fuck, Rachel, your pussy is wonderful!”

“I'm gonna come,” Rachel groaned. “I'm gonna...oh fuck...oh yes!”

She began to twitch and jerk against Alan and Layla moaned as well. “Oh fuck, keep going, I'm gonna come to...keep fucking...holy fuck yes!”

Now both women were coming, both of them writhing and twisting and moaning in amazing pleasure that sizzled through their bodies. Alan felt like now was a pretty good time to start coming as well. It didn't take much effort. He still had Rachel's breasts in his hands. He massaged them, listening to both women crying out as they came, and started fucking her ass even faster. It only took about ten more seconds.

His dick kicked hard.

He let out his own cry of pleasure as his cock started shooting his seed up Rachel's fat ass. He grunted and groaned, his whole body going rigid as he came. Pulses of raw absolute sexual rapture shot out from his cock, filling his body as his seed was ejected from its tip, shooting deep into Rachel's ass. He stayed against her, all his muscles tight and bunched, until his orgasm ramped down and he was left sweating and gasping.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered. All three of them were gasping now. “That was one intense sexual session,” he said.

“Yeah,” Rachel said. “Could you guys, uh, get out of me?” she asked. “I need a minute.”

“Yeah,” Alan replied. He carefully pulled out of her ass and then fell back onto the huge bed, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. Once he was out of her, Rachel got up off of Layla's fake dick, causing her to let out a little moan of pleasure.

“I think I need to keep this,” Layla said. “Would you mind terribly?” she asked, looking over at Cypress, who seemed to have enjoyed the show.

“I could consider it a gift to you,” Cypress replied.

“Thank you so much. Oh man, this is going to be awesome,” Layla said as she got out of it and studied the magical device.

After a moment passed, Cypress reached out and took Alan's hand. “You going to be feeling up to fucking me in a little bit?” she asked.

“Oh yeah, definitely,” he replied. “Let me wash up and take a break.”

“Fair enough. I'll be waiting.”

Alan, Rachel, and Layla returned to the hot springs and took another soak, though this one didn't last as long as the last one. After a little while, Alan got out, headed back and dried off again. Cypress took him to the same spot in the field he'd made love to Rose and Amber. Cypress laid down on her back, her head resting on the natural pillow of grass and plants. He studied her before laying down atop her. She was so beautiful, in a way he'd become familiar with over the course of his life as he looked at different women, and in a way that he had only dreamed about. Her tree bark-stylized skin was exotic and uniquely attractive. Her green eyes were deep and intelligent. He loved the curve of her broad hips and her wonderful, thick thighs.

“Are you going to join me?” she asked.

“Yeah...sorry, just admiring you. You're...so beautiful, Cypress.”

“Thank you. It's nice to meet a human that appreciates and respects that fact.”

He laid down on top of her and began kissing her, already feeling the stirrings of arousal. As she deepened the kiss, running her hands across his bare back, he still couldn't believe that he was having sex with a dryad. Especially one so tall. She was at least six and a half feet tall. He loved tall women. Kissing her was invigorating him and as he ran his hands across her, groping her full, firm breasts and her well-padded, curvy ass, he was soon hard as a rock and ready to go. Cypress reached down and gripped his cock.

“I'm ready,” she said, “I'm so wet.”

Alan was filled with the desire to come inside of her pussy. He pushed himself into her. Cypress was right, she was really fucking wet. Both of them moaned as they started making love. He still couldn't fully believe it, found it difficult to comprehend: he was fucking a dryad. He was having sex with an actual dryad.

Alan switched up the position after a moment, reaching down and hooking his arm beneath one of her long, wonderful legs. She let him bring it up, then she held it in place. Alan got up onto his knees, re-positioning himself slightly so that he had a perfect angle to fuck her hard. Cypress cried out and started panting as he began slamming into her, really giving it to her, burying his cock completely inside of her dryad pussy.

“Yes, yes! Yes oh fuck!” Cypress cried.

It didn't take much longer for her to start coming. Alan moaned, staring at her long, perfect body as he felt her pussy twitch. Her muscles tightened around his cock for a moment, making her even tighter, and then they spasmed and pulsed as she started to come and a thick clearish green gel began to slowly escape her pussy.

It felt too good.

Alan cried out as he joined her in climaxing. He thrust madly into her, feeling a deeply intense satisfaction as he came into her pussy, pushing his seed deep inside of her, his cock kicking and throbbing in absolute pleasure. Spurts of his seed were released with each twitch until he was completely drained dry.

As his orgasm came to an end, Alan pulled out and fell back to the ground.

“Okay,” he gasped, “okay I'm done for the night. That was...holy fuck, too much.”

“It was very nice,” Cypress agreed, sitting up. “Thank you. It's been a long time since I've been able to enjoy sex with a male human.”

“Happy to be of service,” Alan replied. He laid there, feeling tiredness falling over him. He struggled to sit up, yawning. “I think I want to sleep now.”

“I'll leave you to it,” Cypress said. She gave him a kiss, then stood and walked away. As she left, he saw a familiar figure approaching him: Amber. She was holding something.

“Here,” she said. It was a blanket, he realized. “I understand your species enjoys these.”

“Yeah...it helps keep us warm, and I guess it makes us feel protected, as silly as that is,” Alan replied, accepting it. “Thank you.”

“You're welcome...would you mind if I joined you for sleep tonight?”

“Not at all.”

Amber smiled and then got down on the ground with him. Alan never thought he'd be sleeping naked on the ground with a dryad but, well, here he was. Amber got with him beneath the blanket and pressed herself up against him.

She was soft and warm and wonderful.

He began to fall asleep as he curled up against her.

CHAPTER VI

“Alan...”

Someone was touching his arm and very gently shaking him. As he came awake, he wondered how many times he'd been woken up by someone else, as opposed to naturally waking up by himself, since signing on with this crew. Not that he necessarily minded the lack of sleep. He seemed to keep trading it for sex.

“Yeah?” he asked, opening his eyes. The voice was familiar, but not one that he immediately recognized. Not Morgan or Layla or Rachel.

He saw that it was Amber, the beautiful dryad he had made love to last night. Well, one of them. Last night had been...long and full of fun. There had been a lot of sex and a lot of partners. Looking back on it right now, it seemed like a dream or perhaps a vision of paradise. He shifted and sat up, looking into Amber's greener than green eyes.

“There's someone I want you to meet,” she replied.

“Oh...who?” he asked, looking around. He saw that some of the dryads were awake, though none of the figures up and moving were any of his friends. He couldn't find Rachel or Layla, but he didn't exactly have the best view of the clearing. He was lying on the ground in the same spot he had made love to Amber and Rose last night. He could see Morgan, though, asleep on the huge bed in the open-walled structure.

“She's a friend of mine, not part of our clan. She's a flower nymph. Her name is Lily. She's a good friend of mine,” Amber explained as Alan got up, pushing aside the blanket he'd grabbed from his pack before going to sleep for the night. He was still naked and part of him wanted to get clothes. But another part of him was kind of getting used to it.

“Okay...um, why does she want to meet me?” he asked, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he stood and stretched. Judging from the position of the sun, it was perhaps an hour or two after sunrise. He wondered how long it would be before they had to move on.

“Well, something we've talked about, fantasized about really, for awhile now,” Amber began to explain, taking his hand into her large, warm one and guiding him towards the edge of the clearing they currently called home, “is making love with a human.”

“Oh,” Alan replied, the pieces finally falling into place. “You want me to have sex with her.”

“Yes...do you want to?” Amber asked. “I thought that since, well, everything we did together last night...”

“I'd be open to it, though I've never met a flower nymph. And I suppose I should meet her before promising anything,” he replied.

“That's fair. Flower nymphs don't look all that different from us. Lily's skin is lighter and she's a bit shorter,” Amber replied.

They hit the edge of the clearing and began walking through the trees, along a natural path that Alan had a hard time following but Amber seemed to be able to move along with ease. Which made enough sense, given that she was a dryad. They kept walking in peaceful silence, holding hands, through the forest. Alan listened to the noises of the Emerald Wild around him. He found it hard to believe that this place was so dangerous. Not with the sun streaming through the canopy overhead on a scene of beauty and the tranquil sounds of the wildlife around them. And, well, after all the fun he'd had last night.

But then he remembered what happened before the fun. The horror of facing down the ogre, of almost losing Rachel. Well, they hadn't almost lost her but it sure felt that way. The situation had been dangerous enough for it.

All at once, the forest broke up again and they were stepping into a clearing. This one was much smaller than the clearing they had come from, but no less beautiful. It was edged by a sea of flowers of the deepest red and the brightest yellow and the most vibrant blue. Alan could hear a bubbling creek somewhere nearby.

And there was Lily.

She was sitting in the middle of the clearing, which looked as if it was made of the same soft, comfortable grass as the previous place he'd slept and made love in last night. As they came into the clearing, Lily stood. She looked very beautiful, very radiant in the shafts of golden sunlight that fell through the thick canopy above. Her skin was a very soft-looking shade of pink. It reminded him of a certain kind of flower he'd seen but could no longer recall the name of. Like the dryads, she was naked and apparently completely at ease with it. She was perhaps five and a half feet tall and, also like the dryads, she was broad at the hips, her thighs thick and beautiful, her breasts full and round and wonderful. She smiled at him.

“Hello,” she said. “I'm Lily.” Her voice was quiet and pitched high. On her head, in a pattern resembling hair, were rose petals.

“I'm Alan...it's very nice to meet you, Lily,” he replied. It was difficult to keep his eyes off of her voluptuous, naked body.

Her smile widened, though she seemed nervous. In a way, he was kind of glad. He felt nervous, too. He was completely naked in front of a very beautiful woman. The fact that she wasn't his own species, wasn't even from what most people would call 'civilized parts' didn't make any difference at all to him.

Beside him, Amber seemed to beckon her on.

“Uh...Amber and I spoke briefly this morning. She said you might be interested in...well, uh, trying out...mating,” Lily said hesitantly.

“I'd be very interested,” Alan replied.

“Oh good,” she said in something like great relief. “That's so good to know. Um...well, do you want to do it now?”

“Yes,” he replied.

“I hope you won't mind if I watch,” Amber said. “I like to watch.”

“I'm okay with it,” Alan replied.

“As am I,” Lily said.

She extended her hand to Alan, who took a few steps forward and placed his own hand against hers. She squeezed gently and pulled him closer. They walked to the middle of the clearing and stood there, facing each other. Alan decided to be the one to make the first move this time, and so he leaned down, closer to Lily, and pressed his lips against hers. She made a small sound, and it seemed to be a mixture of being startled and being pleased. She reached up and wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as she deepened the kiss.

She tasted wonderful.

She tasted of all the good things in nature, the sweet things, the healthy things. Lily slipped her tongue cautiously into his mouth and he met it happily with his own. As they twined tongues, he let his hands wander over her warm, soft body. She was indeed very soft, delicate almost. He reached down between them, cupping her large, full breasts in his hands and gently groping them. Lily let him touch her wherever he wanted.

Her nipples pressed against his palms as he groped her soft breasts. Her tongue moved around in his mouth, more confident now. She was staring into his eyes as she kissed him. As he reached back around and got a good grip on her ass, which was thick and well-padded and wonderful, she broke the kiss, staring up at him, smiling.

“Don't move,” she said, “I wish to pleasure you.”

He was about to ask her what she meant by this when Lily dropped gracefully to her knees, so that his steel hard cock was in front of her face. She looked up at him with a gaze that conveyed both kindness and lust, then she opened her mouth and took his dick into it. Immediately his cock was enveloped in a pocket of warmth and wetness and pure pleasure. He groaned, reaching down and placing his hand on the back of her head, staring down at her and watching her work. She never broke eye contact.

Lily bobbed her head smoothly, at a steady pace, her tongue flicking repeatedly over his most sensitive part as she sucked him off. Clearly, she'd done this before, and she was good at it. He moaned, basking in the sexual euphoria as a flower nymph sucked his cock, pleasuring him with her exceptionally skilled mouth. She kept going and going and going until he had to make her stop, because if she didn't, then he would begin to start going in her mouth, and he wasn't ready to come yet. For some reason, he had a powerful urge to come inside of her pussy, to fill her up with his seed. And he saw no reason not to.

“Now it's your turn, Lily,” he said as she began to stand back up.

“Oh...” she said, sounding pleased. “Thank you.”

“I love returning the pleasure,” he replied, and he meant it. Not just because of his basic sense of fair play, either, but because, simply put, giving pleasure to someone you liked was its own reward, and they deserved to receive as much as they gave.

Lily laid down on her back and spread her wondrous legs. Alan stared at her as he got down, resting on his knees for a few seconds in between those legs. She looked ridiculously beautiful, and again he was struck by a thought of fertility. The broad hips and thick thighs called to something in him. Maybe that was why he'd been feeling with the urge to fill her up. He'd have to discuss it with Amber later.

Laying down flat on his stomach, Alan found himself right there in front of her pussy. He got to work. Spreading the lips of her nymph vagina, he leaned in and applied the tip of his tongue to the small pink nub of her clit. He heard her gasp as he started massaging it, making little up and down motions, hopefully sending wave after wave of pure pleasure careening through her. Based on his experiences so far, granted he wasn't very experienced, it seemed that women were generally more sensitive to touch in their lower regions than men were. Of course, he only had a sampling of himself, maybe he just wasn't that sensitive?

It was just that they seemed to be a lot more reactive, a lot louder, than he ever was. It felt good, sure, but nothing like what Layla or Morgan or Rachel seemed to be feeling when he went to work on them, or like what Lily was feeling right now. He wondered what it was like. Ultimately he was grateful that the women he encountered were so sensitive down there, it meant that even a novice like him could produce a lot of pleasure.

Lily let out a cry as he started fully licking her clit and the pink flesh surrounding it.

“Oh, Alan!” she moaned in desperate pleasure. “Oh...oh my...oh yes! Keep going!” she begged, her hands on his head. “It feels so good!”

He obliged her, licking more rapidly, using all of his tongue and now his lower lip, getting as much of the skin as possible.

She moaned his name over and over and then, suddenly, she had an orgasm. She gasped, then let out a cry of pure sexual ecstasy. Her thigh muscles went rigid as her body prepared itself and Alan kept licking her, over and over, until a hot spray of nymph sex juices escaped her pussy and showered his chest and shoulders and lower jaw. He pulled back, watching a clear green substance escape her. It was much more like liquid than the sap that oozed from dryads when they came and it sprayed her inner thighs as she jerked and twitched, caught in the throes of sexual euphoria granted to her by the climax filling her body.

He wiped himself off to the best of his ability, though he knew he'd need another dip in the hot springs, (not that he minded), as her orgasm ran its course and she was left gasping and shuddering in the grass.

“Make love to me,” she moaned, reaching for him. “Now, I want it now.”

He responded with actions, getting down in between her thighs, still hard as a rock and ready to push his way into her. Settling down against her, Alan felt her reach eagerly between them. Her orgasm had sent her lust to a new level. She guided him to her wet opening. He could practically feel the heat coming off of her like an open flame.

Alan entered her.

They both moaned as they came together and he slid into her wonderful flesh. She felt amazing. Inside she was perfect and tight, hot and wonderfully wet, lubricated fully by her own sex juices and gushing previous orgasm. He pushed his way into her, thrusting forward, going deeper with each thrust of his hips.

“Oh yes, Alan...oh fuck me!” she cried as he penetrated her fully.

He proceeded to fuck her, sliding rapidly in and out of her wonderful nymph pussy. Alan pushed himself up so that he could see her fully, take in her beautiful form. She was so wonderfully curvy and fully-formed. Her large breasts bounced in sync with his thrusts, only exciting him further and causing him to fuck her more frantically. She cried out, louder this time, switching between moans of bliss and cries of surprised pleasure.

He wondered how many could hear them.

Alan looked down further at his dick, driving into her willing pussy, disappearing repeatedly inside of her. It came to him that he was fucking a nymph. He'd always fantasized about having sex with what they called 'monster' women. With dryads and nymphs and mermaids and other, more fantastic creatures. He never thought it was something that would happen to him. Alan groaned as Lily reached up and grabbed him, pulling him down against her and at the same time thrusting up against him with her hips, forcing him even deeper.

“Fill me with your seed,” she said, her voice low and husky and insanely sexy. “I want it, I want to feel it.”

He kissed her deeply, loving the feel of her soft body against his. Her powerful hips and thighs pressing against him, her huge breasts pushing against his chest. He held her up a bit so that he could get his arms around her and then, holding her tightly, still kissing her deeply and passionately, Alan began to drive into her at a furious pace. She broke the kiss, crying out in shocked pleasure and then locked lips with him again.

It only took a bit longer of this before his orgasm exploded out of him.

Alan cried out, panting and moaning as his dick kicked hard and began jetting his seed out, forcing it deep into her waiting, willing pussy. She moaned loudly as his seed escaped his cock in thick, warm spurts.

“Yes!” she moaned as he came. “Oh...I can feel it, there's so much of it...”

Alan groaned weakly, lost totally in his orgasm, his senses momentarily blotted out by the power of his climax. He could feel only his seed leaving his body and pulse after pulse of raw sexual bliss filling him, a fresh wave shooting out with each hard contraction of his dick. Slowly, the pulses slowed, and then ceased, and he was left awash in a sea of post-sex pleasure, basking in the feeling of it, of still being inside of her.

They laid like that for a long moment, neither speaking.

“I'm very glad I stuck around to watch,” Amber said, breaking the silence.

Alan and Lily started laughing. As the laughter subsided, he carefully pulled himself from her and then sat up.

“How was it?” he asked. “I hope I didn't disappoint.”

“Did you hear me?” Lily replied, then laughed cheerfully. “It was fantastic. Everything I'd hoped for. Honestly, the only thing that was bad is that I won't get to do it again for who knows how long. I'm going to miss you.”

“Well...I'm probably going to be coming back through here either later today or tomorrow,” Alan replied.

“...come find me.”

They both stood up and Lily gave him a lingering kiss, then turned to Amber. “Thanks...for asking for me,” she said.

“You're quite welcome. See you later, Lily.”

“See you, Amber.”

She smiled once more at Alan, then turned and walked into the trees, away from the original clearing. Alan watched her go, unable to keep from looking down at her thick, well-formed ass. Amber came to stand next to him.

“So, was it worth getting up early for?” she asked.

“Far more than worth it,” he replied. “She was...really nice.”

“Yep. She's a good friend of mine. Come on, that probably woke up everyone else at the camp. I imagine you must be hungry, given everything that happened last night.”

As she was saying it, he was thinking it.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“Let's head back.”

She took his hand again, lacing their fingers and began leading him back through the foliage and underbrush.

As they started walking back, Alan felt his question resurface. “Amber...there was something I was wondering, a question I had that I thought you might be able to answer.”

“I will answer what I can,” she replied.

“There's this urge I've been having ever since I met you and the other dryads, and it was a very powerful desire to orgasm inside of your pussies...if that doesn't sound too weird.”

“No, it doesn't. I believe I know. Instincts are a very powerful force, in every living thing. The two most powerful instincts are those related to violence and those related to sex. Nymphs are almost a physical representation of fertility.”

“I kept thinking that!” Alan replied. “Whenever I looked at a dryad.”

“One of your driving urges, whether you realize it or not, is reproduction. Your body craves it. So, that's why you had that desire,” Amber explained.

“I guess that makes sense,” Alan murmured.

They kept walking.

When they got back, Alan saw that Amber was right: almost everyone else was awake. They seemed to be gathering around the hot springs. Well, not a bad way to start the day. If he could, Alan would start every day with a soak in hot water. He and Amber joined Rachel, Layla, Morgan, Cypress, and several other dryads in the hot springs.

“Hey, Alan...was that you mixing with the locals?” Morgan asked.

“Heh...yeah. Amber took me to meet one of her friends,” Alan replied as he settled in. Amber got in after him and pressed herself up against him.

“Sounds like you did more than meet...who was she?” Layla asked.

“Her name was Lily. She was a flower nymph. She was...curious, about what it would be like to do it with a human. And I have to admit I was curious what it would be like to have sex with a flower nymph,” Alan explained.

“Curiosity can sometimes be very fun,” Morgan said.

They all continued sitting around and soaking in the hot springs for awhile longer in happy silence. Eventually, the pull of time got Rachel up and out. Soon Layla, Alan, and Morgan followed as well. They all gathered in the open-walled cabin and dried off, then began dressing. By the time they were finished, Cypress, Amber, and the other dryads who had stuck around had gotten out of the hot springs to join them.

“Where are you going and why?” Cypress asked. “We never discussed it during last night's festivities.”

Layla and Rachel shared a glance. “Might as well tell them,” Morgan advised. “They know this land better than anyone.”

“I suppose,” she mumbled, going to her pack and retrieving the map. She began opening it up. “We don't even know what's actually there. We're kind of just...following blindly,” she admitted as she got it open and showed it to Cypress.

“...what drives you to this place?” she asked after a long moment of contemplative silence.

“It's...personal,” Rachel replied.

“Is it important? Truly important?” Cypress asked.

“Yes,” Rachel replied at once.

Cypress sighed and looked back at the map. “The area you are headed into is a cursed place. The land around it is dead or dying. We do not go near it. It is...dangerous to our kind. There are a series of caves and tunnels where something happened, long ago. Nobody can remember what. The only thing we can sense for sure is that it is related to necromancy magic.”

“Yes. I'm familiar with it,” Rachel murmured.

“Well, if you're set on going there, all I can really do is wish you good luck and show you a relatively safe path into the region. We would go with you, at least up to the boundary, but unfortunately something requires our attention elsewhere in the Wild.”

“It's okay, you've already done quite a lot for us,” Morgan replied. “And we'll probably be back tonight or tomorrow night, depending on how it all turns out. That is, if you aren't still busy.”

“Our business should be wrapped up by tomorrow,” Cypress replied.

“Great! We'll have another celebration, a real one since our job will be over.”

Cypress showed them the safest route from where they were now to the place they had to go. Alan was a little worried to see that it was almost two miles away. Under normal circumstances, walking distance. Here in the Emerald Wild? An entire other story. There was no telling how long it would take to get there, even while traveling the safest route, which he doubted was actually all that safe. But he'd signed on for this, and it was clearly extremely important to Rachel. So, they said their goodbyes to the dryads and then began eating breakfast.

Morgan cooked for them and Alan joined in to help where he could. They had another hearty meal of steak, eggs, and potatoes, with bottles of juice and water. After they'd made the meal and were sitting around in the open-walled cabin, eating the food, Rachel spoke up.

“I suppose I should tell you now why we're doing this,” she said. “From the way the dryads talk about this last place we're going, it sounds pretty dangerous. So I think that's it only fair I disclose why we've trekked all over this country for the past few weeks...it's a family matter.”

“I thought you said you were the only one with abilities in your family?” Layla replied.

“For a long time, I thought I was. My grandfather was a necromancer. I didn't find this out until recently. I'm afraid I don't have all the details of the following story, I learned everything secondhand from the archives I was managing, so some of the information is missing. But this is what I do know. My grandfather was a necromancer, a respected one. About fifty years ago, he and a few others were sent to hunt down a renegade necromancer. He'd gone completely crazy and was conducting highly illegal and immoral experiments on anyone he could get his hands on, trying to increase his own power,” she explained.

Rachel paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts. “After a long search, he traced the necromancer here, to the Emerald Wild. To where we are about to go. There was a battle. Only a single man survived the battle, one of the necromancers made it away. He said that the rogue necromancer was struck down, but, as he died, he cursed my grandfather to live as an undead abomination and guard the location forever. When the necromancy guild heard of this, after some deliberation, they ultimately decided that it was an acceptable loss, that it was too dangerous to go back. The lone survivor couldn't believe it.

“So, he did some research. The spell that had cursed my grandfather was an incredibly powerful one, making him almost immortal. He eventually determined that the only way to kill him was with a weapon imbued with the power of the same one that had laid down the curse. And, as luck would have it, they had recovered just such an object from another site of his they had raided, which forced the evil necromancer to flee to the Emerald Wild in the first place.”

“The dagger,” Layla said.

“The dagger,” Rachel concurred.

“So...then how did it end up in pieces all over the country?” Alan asked.

“Well, the lone survivor stole the dagger and began making his way back to the Wild. Unfortunately, on the way there, he was robbed. They took everything. He tried to track them down, but failed. Eventually, he returned to his local guild and began concocting a way to track the knife, and he finally did, creating this map. He also knew that he might not make it, so he imbued the map with a final spell: to reveal the location of my grandfather once the dagger was recovered. As for how it ended up in shards, well, I imagine that the enterprising thieves looked at this magical dagger they had and figured they could break it into shards and sell them off as magical items, one by one, instead of selling just the whole thing for a lump sum. And the shards passed who knew how many hands over the years, ending up...everywhere.”

“So...we're going to kill your grandfather?” Morgan asked.

“We're going to lay him to rest,” Rachel replied.

“I see...” Layla murmured.

“I'm sorry I didn't tell you.”

“Why didn't you tell us is what I'm more interested in,” Morgan said.

“Well, at first I was just in an extremely secretive and paranoid state of mind. I mean, the last guy that tried to do this, well, he ended up thrown out of the guild. That's why he never succeeded. He was kicked out for 'wasting valuable time and resources'. Then, I got to thinking that maybe I was wrong to involve other people in what was basically a family affair. But I also knew I couldn't do it myself...and I knew I couldn't live with myself if I didn't do this. And then, when I realized that I should probably just tell you anyway, I already hadn't told you for so long that I figured this very explanation would make you all mad because of how stupid it is.”

Layla laughed and suddenly moved closer to Rachel, wrapping her in a hug and pulling her up. “Oh, Rachel...I love you. You always do this,” she said.

“I love you, too, Layla...and do what?”

“Overthink everything! You've always done this! You know I'm going to help you do this, Rachel. I'd help you do pretty much anything.”

“Well I'm not leaving,” Morgan replied. “This sounds like a good thing to do, like, with a capital G in Good, and I don't come across those too often. Plus, it sounds really dangerous and nothing quite gets my blood pumping like that. Well...” She glanced at Alan. “Almost nothing.”

“I can't walk away,” Alan said, when Rachel looked at him. “This guy has been trapped for half a century in torment for no other reason than he tried to do something good and almost everyone else abandoned him. If we can lay him to rest, we should, because obviously no one else is going to.”

Rachel let out a long sigh. “This is...oh man, a really big relief.”

Layla laughed again and gave her a kiss. “Try not to be so paranoid, at least when it comes to me, Rachel.”

“I'll keep that in mind.”

They finished their meal after that and then packed up all their supplies. Once they were ready, they set out into the Emerald Wild once more.

…

Layla froze up, causing the others to do the same, as she thought she heard something. Still as a statue, she listened, letting her senses spread out. She was in what she liked to think of as her natural element. She excelled at this kind of thing. Finally, she relaxed. Whatever was making that sound was moving away from them now, not closer.

“Come on,” she whispered, resuming her journey.

It hadn't been easy so far.

They'd been on this journey for two solid hours now, making their way along the path that Cypress had pointed out for them. It was slow going just because of the terrain, especially because the path had ended about half a mile ago and they'd been pushing their way through all manner of trees and thick, dense foliage. But to make matters worse, they'd been attacked three separate times now. The first time had been by goblins. A dozen of the nasty little fuckers had rushed at them from the right side of the path.

Then there'd been spiders, six big, nasty poisonous spiders, descending from the canopy above. Morgan had ended up with a bite and it was pure luck that Alan managed to be carrying the right anti-toxin potion. Finally, they'd been jumped by a small band of enterprising thieves. None of these attacks had been anything they couldn't handle, but it was such a pain to have to stop and deal with this shit. Not to mention putting up with the risk that someone might get a lucky blow in and seriously injure or even kill one of them.

Up ahead was another particularly dense patch of bushes and tree limbs. Sighing, Layla began to push her way through it, seeing no easy way around. This was annoying, to be sure, and painful, and time consuming, but she didn't regret it. Now more than ever she was committed to helping Rachel. She'd always been willing to go to what a lot of people would probably call unreasonable lengths for Rachel, for as long as she could remember.

Rachel had been there since almost the beginning, and she'd stayed there when everyone else had, for one reason or another, left. Usually they were judging her about something. How she didn't want a family, how she was okay with multiple sexual partners, or that she was okay with sleeping with non-felis, or other petty crap. But Rachel had never judged her, at least not for bullshit reasons. Sometimes Layla did stupid shit, and when Rachel found out, she called her out on it, because that's what best friends did. Not because they wanted to ridicule you, but because they cared about you and didn't want to see you hurt.

All at once, Layla pushed through the other side, and gasped. She came to a stop, standing at the edge of a barren, lifeless realm.

The others came through behind her.

“Whoa,” Rachel murmured.

“They weren't exaggerating,” Alan said as he studied the desolation.

The landscape looked gray. The dirt was gray, the sad husks of the trees were gray, even the sunshine streaming in from above, unimpeded because there was no canopy overhead, seemed gray. There were no plants, no animals, no life for what looked like a good quarter mile. Up ahead of them, in the center of all this desolation, was a rock formation. The entrance to their mystery location? Had to be, there was nowhere else to go.

“There it is,” Rachel said softly.

“We'd better get going,” Layla replied.

She set off. At least now it would be easy. The four of them walked across the ruined forest. There was an awful feeling in the area, a permeating evil that made her feel cold and like something was watching her. Something with bad intentions. As they made their way across the wasteland and approached the cave, she thought that maybe the walk hadn't been so easy. It was taking every ounce of her strength and willpower to not turn around and just run away. All of her instincts were screaming at her to just leave.

But she wouldn't.

This had to be done.

The rock formation even looked evil and unnatural. It jutted up out of the landscape like a broken bone breaking through the skin. There was a dark opening at ground level, as though beckoning them to their doom.

“We have to go in there,” Morgan said unhappily.

“Yes, we do,” Rachel replied, equally miserable.

“Well...let's go,” Layla said, again leading them on.

They crossed the final distance and came to the mouth of the cave. Rachel activated a light spell and raised her staff. The glowing green light didn't reach too far into the cave. A foul reek was blowing out of the entrance on a cold wind.

They went in.

The green light was a bit brighter now that they were inside of the tunnel, but still it didn't extend too far. Even after Rachel cast a more powerful light spell, the visibility went maybe twenty feet forward or so. It was as if the darkness itself was consuming the light. Layla now took her bow out and notched an arrow, wondering if it would do her any good. For a long while, what seemed like ages and must have been at least a quarter mile, the tunnel descended at a downwards slope, leading them deeper and deeper into the earth.

This was it.

This was the end of their journey...one way or the other.

None of them spoke as they kept walking. Layla could think of nothing to say and, anyway, she didn't want any of them talking. She was trying to listen for anyone or anything down there in the darkness with them. Eventually, the tunnel ran out. The bumpy, filthy rock walls shot away from them as the narrow pathway opened up into a cavern. Alan activated a light spell all his own, adding it to Rachel's, and they got a better view of the place.

The ground had been boarded over unevenly and the room was littered with crude wooden tables. Frowning, Layla walked towards the nearest one. As she drew closer, she realized what she was actually looking at. There were leather restraining straps on the table, and a few rusty old instruments. Small cutting blades. And a lot of old, long-dried blood was on the table's surface. Raising her head, she realized that this was what they all were.

And not all of them were empty, either.

Some still contained bodies.

“This is horrible,” Alan whispered harshly. “What...what was going on here?”

“Experiments,” Rachel said, her voice flat. “When necromancers go bad, they go very bad. They capture people and experiment on them with dark magics...”

Before she could say any further, something shifted, deeper in the room.

“What was that?” Alan whispered, terror seeping into his voice.

“I don't...” Layla looked out over the area, searching for movement...there. “Undead!” she called as she spied a ragged, decayed shape getting up off one of the tables. She aimed and fired. The arrow sailed through the air and buried itself in the thing's forehead. The creature issued a wailing moan and then pitched forward, collapsing. Relief flooded Layla as she notched another arrow. They could take these things down so long as they went for the head. Of course, the deeper in they got, the harder it might be to kill them.

“Take them out!” Layla called.

There were over a dozen shambling, shifting shapes now as almost every body that had previously lain unmoving, either on the tables or among the shadows, were now up on their feet, stumbling towards the group. A brilliant burst of orange-red light ignited as Alan hit a cluster of four of them with his flame. They took a few more steps before falling into a flaming pile. Morgan rushed forward with her huge blade. They were lucky that this place was large enough to accommodate her huge size and grandiose fighting style.

Layla kept clear of Morgan's huge, constantly moving form as she aimed and fired. Morgan was cumbersome but effective as she knocked over tables and sent instruments flying. She brought her broadsword around in a huge arc and cut three of the undead in half. Elsewhere in the room, Rachel and Alan were fighting with their magic.

It didn't take more than a few minutes to finish off the zombies. As numerous as they were, they were also fairly weak. As the last one fell to one of Layla's arrows, a moment of still silence fell across the underground area.

“Is that it?” Rachel asked softly.

“For now,” Morgan replied.

“Well, they know we're here. Any ideas on where to go next?” Layla asked.

“No. I tried to find a map of the place but, as you know, I couldn't even figure out its exact location. I'm as lost as you are.”

“Great...well, let's get searching. Have that dagger ready.”

“I will.”

They started searching the area. Layla was really getting the creeps from this place, and not just because it was an ancient, underground ruin where horrible experiments were once conducted. The place was flat out evil, she could feel it seeping in from the walls themselves. There were three openings besides the one they'd come in through. They search two smaller ones first, one led to the left, the other straight ahead. Both of these led to what looked to be storage areas, each held a handful of undead that were dispatched without too much trouble. Once they came back to the main area the second time, they selected the right path and continued their search.

The deeper in they went, the more intricate the rooms grew.

The right tunnel led them to another large cavern. The floor was covered almost entirely in wooden planks and the walls were covered in black cloth. Skulls hung from the ceilings, their empty sockets glowing with menacing red light. This room vaguely resembled a common area. There were some bookshelves along the walls, tables and chairs set up, plates and silverware scattered on the floor. Old blood coated several areas.

“Rachel...I was wondering, what makes a necromancer go bad?” Alan asked as they kept searching.

“Same as anyone else. Power,” she replied. “Necromancy is a very powerful form of magic. It offers many different kinds of abilities and talents and even potential immortality. You've heard the stories of Sapphire, right?”

“No,” Alan replied. “What's Sapphire?”

“It's an island nation, or it was. Other side of the world. They were named as such because the colonist there found scores and scores of sapphires buried in caves below the island. Lots you can do with sapphires, good for magic, especially for necromancy. A necromancer came to power in Sapphire about thirty years ago. Led an army of the undead, trying to overthrow the king. In the end nobody won. The necromancer and the king both died, and their armies were laid to waste. The place is basically a graveyard now.”

“That's pretty grim,” Alan murmured.

“It is. It's why necromancers aren't trusted. They think any of us can just go off, half-cocked and ready to overthrow the local government. The reality is that the average necromancer simply doesn't have the power to command an army or do something like that.”

“Oh.”

They tried a few more tunnels, one of which led to a huge bedroom that looked like it had undergone a serious battle, as most of the furniture was destroyed. They killed a few more zombies and then went down the next tunnel, which looked to be an alchemical laboratory. There were glass tubes and beakers everywhere, along with lots of magical ingredients and gems and devices. Morgan looked over it all.

“We're going to have to come back through here when we get done with this. This stuff can be worth a lot,” she said.

“I'm not sure it's a good idea,” Rachel replied. “Evil has permeated this place for decades now. Anything in here is likely to be tainted beyond my ability to fix.”

“Of course,” Morgan muttered unhappily.

They kept going, moving down more tunnels and through more caverns, clearing them of zombies and, before long, skeletons, that were becoming harder to kill. Along the way, Layla grabbed a sword from one of the fallen zombies. It was of a decent make and she knew her arrows weren't going to last forever. Finding a sheath for the sword, she tied it off to her belt and slid the sword in, letting it hang there for now.

She didn't like touching either object. Rachel was right about them: they were tainted with evil and she could feel it.

They ran into the next obstacle as they came into the largest cavern yet. It was easily triple the size of the first area they'd entered. It looked like a strange collection of a library and an alchemical laboratory and a butcher's shop. The place stank of old death and dried blood and decaying meat. The area was at least somewhat well lit. There were more glowing skulls hanging from the ceiling and placed along the walls. Layla expected the place to be packed with zombies and skeletons, but they seemed to be alone.

“What's that?” Rachel whispered.

Layla stopped searching the edges of the room and looked to the middle, where a very large stone slab dominated the area. Something was on it. Even as Layla looked at it, the thing began to move. It was sitting up.

It was huge.

It was a giant skeleton, a thing of immense power, twelve feet tall. It looked at them, staring with the same awful glowing red eye sockets, and then it started coming for them.

“Oh fuck,” Layla whispered. “Morgan!”

“On it!” Morgan replied, rushing forward. She brought her sword around in a huge, swinging arc and the skeleton snapped its right arm up. The blade hit bone and bounced off. “Oh shit,” Morgan said, taking a step back.

“Uh, Rachel?” Layla asked.

“Fuck...okay, keep it busy, I've got an idea. Keep it away from me!”

“On it! Alan, you're up!” Layla said, notching an arrow and letting it fly while sidestepping away from Rachel, who had retreated to the entrance of the room. Alan nodded tightly and began working on a magical spell.

Morgan didn't give up either. She ran forward, made a fist and leaped through the air. She punched the huge skeleton straight in the jaw, hard enough to send it stumbling back several steps and to detach its jaw from its head. The skeleton returned upright, staring at Morgan with malevolent burning eyes, its jaw hanging at an awkward angle now. It began coming for Morgan again. She was holding her right hand now and Layla wondered if anything had been broken. She didn't doubt it. But Morgan fought on, they all did.

Layla kept notching and releasing arrows fruitlessly, hoping to hit something sensitive, something important, but what the hell was sensitive on a twelve foot magic-infused skeleton? But she couldn't just stand there and do nothing. Right as she was beginning to wonder what Alan was doing, a tremendous blue fireball cut through the air. It slammed right into the skeleton, picked it up and flung it across the room.

The thing hit the back wall with a loud crack and then fell to the ground. For a second, she thought Alan might have done some real damage and then she actually believed it when the skeleton stood back up and was missing its right arm. But then she watched in horror as the shattered right arm reassembled and then slammed back into place.

“Oh fuck,” Morgan moaned.

Layla almost called to Rachel, to ask her how long, but knew it was a pointless question. She would be ready when she was ready, and any interruption would only prolong their battle. The battle seemed to go on forever. They kept it busy, focusing their attention more on keeping it away from Rachel and less on actually attacking it, since they now knew that it was pointless. Layla didn't know how long it went on, but finally, Rachel shouted something and a shimmering ball of white light shot across the room.

It hit the skeleton, which froze up for several seconds, then started walking towards Morgan again, as if nothing had happened.

“Kill it!” Rachel called. “I disabled the spells keeping it invulnerable!”

Morgan brought her sword up over her head and down on the skeleton with all her might. Its skull cracked open and caved in, bones flew in every direction as the massive blade cleaved straight through it.

All fell silent as the rain of bone fragments ended.

“Well...shit,” Alan said, shaking badly. “That was terrifying.”

“Yeah, but where's-” Rachel was cut off as, from the back of the room, a new figure suddenly burst into the area. It resembled a man, a badly decayed, decrepit corpse that had been dug up after a couple of decades. It hovered slightly above the ground and wore the tattered remains of a necromancer's outfit.

“Get him!” Layla called.

Before any of them could do anything, the thing that had once been Rachel's grandfather gestured sharply at Morgan. A nearly invisible wave of black magic shot across the room, hit her and send her sprawling. Rachel, Alan, and Layla were racing for the undead necromancer now. It gestured once more and Alan screamed as he was hit by something, some kind of magic that made him stop short and simply collapse.

Layla got closer. She was out of arrows and all she had was her sword. She drew it, preparing to strike at the fallen necromancer and give Rachel her moment of action. But as she got within striking distance, the thing's arm shot out and wrapped around her throat. She gasped and started beating against the arm, the sword dropped from her grasp in her panic, as her air was cut off. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rachel come right up to the creature, which turned to attack her with a similar ferocity, but it hesitated at the last second.

Did it recognize its own kin?

Rachel drove the dagger into the fallen necromancer's chest.

Layla gasped as she was dropped. She scooted away, watching as Rachel backed away as well. The undead necromancer threw its arms out as dark energy began to swirl around it. It began screaming and shrieking, its mouth opening wide, more energy pouring out of it and its eyes. For a long moment, this continued building, then…

A burst of dark energy exploded and the body collapsed.

All was still and silent.

“Is it over?” Layla asked quietly, rubbing her throat.

“It's over,” Rachel replied, getting to her feet.

“Can we go now?” Morgan asked, then groaned as she got to her feet.

“Yeah,” Alan said thickly, sitting on the floor, “I'd really like to leave now.”

“We can leave...it's done,” Rachel said.

…

As they walked out of the underground complex, Alan felt that some of the darkness had faded. The shadows weren't quite so thick, the air not quite so heavy with evil. It would take a seriously powerful mage or group of paladins to truly cleanse this place, but it was no longer actively dangerous or evil.

He felt good.

Okay, honestly, he felt like shit. He was tired, in pain, starving and thirsty. They'd drank some healing potions and he'd expended more of his magical reserve to finish the job that the healing potions couldn't. Still, the bruises and injures they'd sustained were deep and would take more time and magic to fully heal.

After they left the cave, they walked back across the gray lands, and then back into the Emerald Wild. None of them spoke as they headed back along the path until finally they reached the field they'd spent the previous night in.

As soon as they were back, Alan sat down heavily on the first soft spot of grass available to him and laid down on his back.

“Okay, I'm done,” he said. “No more.”

“Same,” Rachel said, dropping down beside him. “I'm using you for a pillow,” she said, resting her head on his chest.

“I'm okay with this,” he replied, placing an arm around her.

“Me too,” Layla said. She dropped her pack and laid down against his other side.

“I'd do the same, but I'd crush you all,” Morgan said. She sat down at their feet, then yawned. “I can't believe we got through that in one piece. I've had some close calls, definitely worse than today, but we came close...I'm glad we did it, though. It's definitely nice to feel unquestionably good about something you've done.”

“Yep,” Layla replied. “Always nice to have one of those.”

“Thank you,” Rachel said after a moment of quiet. “For helping me. I really couldn't have done it without all of you.”

“You're welcome,” Layla replied.

“So...I know we're all tired, but...well, you guys think you can work up the energy for a foursome? I'm intent on fucking all three of you in one session,” Morgan said.

“I can,” Alan replied.

“No surprise there,” Rachel said, laughing. “Yeah, I can.”

“Definitely,” Layla said. “But we need to bathe first.”

“Oh yeah, I fucking reek,” Alan said. “I was sweating like crazy down in there.”

“Same...okay, let's do this,” Rachel replied.

They all got up off the ground and started stripping. Once that was done, they headed across the clearing, through the open-walled cabin, and got into the hot springs. Alan thought that it might be the best feeling bath he'd ever taken in his life. After that whole experience in the caves, he just wanted to shut off or do something totally fun. Like a fucking foursome with three really hot women. They all got into the hot springs and just relaxed at first, getting their strength back. Alan had a lot of thoughts tumbling through his head but, right then, he could put them all off, at least for the moment. Now was the time to relax.

Well...now was the time to have fun, then relax.

After they washed up, they got out, dried off and headed into the open-walled cabin. The bed in there was huge, even bigger than the one inside of Morgan's tent, and could accommodate them all...probably. Morgan got onto the bed first, then Layla and then Rachel. Alan hesitated, standing at the foot of the bed, staring at the three of them as they got comfortable. It struck him how insanely lucky he was to be in this situation.

“You coming?” Morgan asked, grinning.

“Just...enjoying the view,” he replied, then climbed up onto the bed with them.

At first, Alan wasn't sure how this was going to really work. He'd been in a few threesomes now and even those were kind of overwhelming. But Layla got things started in her usual brazen way by getting up next to Morgan, placing a furry hand one huge breast and kissing her deeply. Rachel came closer to Alan and began kissing him as well, pushing him onto his back and climbing on top of him. He groaned at the wonderful serenity of her lips and tongue, her soft, warm, pale body against his. He reached back and took her huge ass into his hands, grasping and groping and massaging it as she pushed her tongue into his mouth.

He reached up after a bit, getting his hands in between them and taking her huge, pale breasts into his grasp, feeling her nipples against his palms. After another minute, she broke away from the kiss, coming up for air.

“Let's join the others,” she said.

While he moved closer to Layla, Rachel got down in between Morgan's immense thighs and started eating her out. Morgan gasped and then let out a long, low moan. “Oh my, hello Rachel,” she managed. “Oh yes!” she cried.

“Rachel is really good at eating pussy,” Layla said.

Morgan let out another moan. Layla pulled Alan on top of her as he got closer. She kissed him deeply, running her soft hands over his body, then pushed him up. “Put your dick in my mouth,” she said.

He happily accommodated her, getting up on top of her and straddling her face. He guided his stiff cock into her mouth, where she immediately began sucking on it. He groaned as the sexual bliss began to fill him. As he looked up, he realized that his head was really close to Morgan's chest. He leaned over a bit and began to lick one of her nipples. She gasped and looked down, briefly distracted from Rachel eating her out, then smiled at him and reached down, carefully running her fingers through his hair.

As Layla sucked his dick, he started sucking on one of Morgan's huge tits. They all kept going like this until, suddenly, Morgan let out a yell of pleasure as she began to orgasm. Rachel rose up from beneath the canyon of her thick thighs, watching the result of her work. Alan had to take his cock out of Layla's mouth because he was going to blow his load if he didn't. Morgan's orgasm ran its course and then she laid there, getting her breath back.

“Now what?” Rachel asked.

“Well, I want you to eat me out now,” Layla said.

“I think it's my turn to get eaten out,” Rachel replied.

“Okay...how about we just both do it?”

“All right, fair deal.”

“Which means it's your turn with me, cutie,” Morgan said. “I'm fucking horny.”

Alan got off of Layla and traded places with Rachel, getting in between Morgan's thighs. He watched as he settled into place as Layla lay down on her back and Rachel settled her crotch over Layla's face. As Layla started eating her out, Rachel let out a moan, then laid down so that her head was over Layla's crotch and she started eating her best friend out. The sight was incredibly erotic and intensely arousing.

“Come on, don't make me wait,” Morgan said.

He turned his attention back to the immense woman he laid on top of, then slid his cock into her. The half-giantess gasped and then moaned as he pushed his way into her. Her vagina was incredibly tight and extremely wet, a thing of absolute pleasure, fitting his cock perfectly due to her shape-shifting magic. Alan groaned as he started fucking her, pounding into her over and over as she begged him to go harder.

The pleasure was immense and immediate, and the chorus of female voices, moaning in sexual rapture, excited him even further. He fought for control, wanting to be able to fuck all three of these women before the end. He reached up, placing his hands on Morgan's huge tits, massaging them, unable to even begin to get them in his grasp, as he kept slamming into her, their hips meeting furiously as they made love.

A part of him wondered how he had even gotten into this situation. It seemed like such an utterly random and lucky event. If he hadn't worked up the courage to put up that want ad at that very moment...then none of this would have happened. He'd still be in his basement inn room, wondering what it would be like to live on the road. Was it all coincidence? It seemed unlikely...had one of the Gods or Goddesses taken pity on him?

Morgan moaned suddenly and inside she began to twitch and spasm. He realized she was orgasming again. He kept fucking her even harder, which only caused her to yell even louder. A hot spray of sex juices escaped her wonderful pussy and sprayed him down as she came, her whole body writhing and twitching.

Near the end, he had to pull out of her, because he was going to start coming in her if he didn't. He fell back, getting himself back under control. Morgan let out a huge sigh and fell back against the bed. “Oh boy...okay, I think I'm good,” she said.

“Mind if I join in?” Alan asked, looking at Rachel and Layla, who were still eating each other out.

“Nope...get behind me and fuck me,” Rachel replied, briefly taking her head out of Layla's crotch.

“All right.” He got behind her, staring at Rachel's huge pale ass. Layla, beneath it, looked up at him with lust filled eyes as she kept eating Rachel out. Careful, Alan got up against Rachel, resting his knees on either side of Layla's head, and slid his cock into Rachel's wonderful, tight pink opening. She let out a cry of pleasure as now she was being eaten out and fucked at the same time. He gave her curvy, pale ass a hard slap that caused her to moan even louder, then he got a good grip on her broad, luscious hips.

They went on like this for several more minutes until suddenly Layla started coming. As she cried out, Rachel brought her head up, both of them moaning and panting. As Layla's orgasm ran out, she got out from beneath Rachel, taking a brief break as she and Alan kept fucking. Rachel raised up on her knees so that she was up against him. He reached up, cupping her huge breasts in his hands and kissing her neck as he kept fucking her. Reaching down, Rachel started rubbing her clit, crying out in desperate pleasure.

A few seconds later she began to orgasm. For a second time, Alan gasped as he felt a solid wave of hot, wet pleasure hit his cock. Rachel's vaginal muscles worked furiously, twitching and pulsing as she came. She leaned forward, falling onto her hands and knees again, moaning as she climaxed. Halfway through, Alan had to pull out, the pleasure almost overwhelming him. He took a moment to collect himself and watched Rachel fall forward as her orgasm ran out. For a long moment, all of them simply sat there, collecting themselves.

“Now, it's our turn,” Layla said, coming closer.

Alan smiled, eager to be inside of her. He wanted to finish inside of Layla. He wasn't sure why, but he seemed to have connected with her more than the other two. She laid down on her back, spreading her legs for him, beckoning him closer. Alan crawled across the bed, eager to be inside of her, to finish inside of her. He laid down on top of Layla and she guided him into her tight, hot felis pussy. They both moaned as he penetrated her.

“Yes,” she moaned, reaching up and pulling him down. “Fuck me, Alan...” she said softly.

He thought that it felt different for some reason. It felt good, really good, but deeper somehow, more intimate, more passionate. Layla kissed him deeply as he made love to her. He could feel her pushing against him, grinding their hips together, forcing him deeper into her. He kept making love to her, sliding quickly in and out of her, going faster and faster and faster until it finally happened. He let out a loud cry of absolute bliss as his orgasm began and his cock kicked hard inside of the tight confines of Layla's pussy.

He laid against her, his body going rigid, staring deep into her eyes as he filled her with his seed. Again he was struck by how connected he felt to her. As his orgasm tapered off, she kissed him again, then let him collapse against her.

A long moment of silence passed.

“I think I need another bath,” Alan said, pushing himself up on shaky limbs.

Layla laughed. “Yeah, same.”

“I'd be down for another soak,” Morgan said.

They got up off the bed and headed back into the hot spring. It felt strange that it was still midday. Alan thought that their ordeal would last the whole day, but it wasn't even evening yet. They still had the whole day to relax, to just lay around. And he knew he needed it. As they soaked in the hot springs together, they began conversing.

“So...uh, now what?” Layla asked. “What happens next?”

“Well...honestly, I have to get back to work,” Rachel replied. “I've been away almost a month. Once I explain the situation, I'm sure it'll be fine, but, believe it or not, I like my job. I'm happy in it. I'm looking forward to going back.”

“I've been thinking about that for a little while and I've been getting a kind of 'it's time to go home' vibe. I've been on the move for a good six months now and I kind of want to just kick back and relax in the woods for a long time. Several months at least,” Morgan said.

“What about you, Alan?” Layla asked, looking at him.

He'd been considering the same thing. “Well...I guess it depends on your answer.”

“My answer?” she replied.

“Yeah. I honestly want to keep adventuring, but, well, I guess only if you'd be willing to adventure with me,” he said.

He noticed that Rachel was looking at Layla with a deep interest, who seemed to be considering it. Suddenly, she smiled. “You know...I like you, Alan. A lot. I haven't met someone like you for a long time. I think I'd be stupid not to keep you around. So yeah, let's stick together.” She reached out, offering her hand.

He took it, smiling back at her.

“Let's stick together,” he agreed.

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David is a young, terrified adventurer who is trying to survive in the wake of a new version of the virus that turns inhumans into extremely dangerous zombies. After the collapse of the colony he was staying in, he and his only friend, Evelyn, a beautiful, tough, eight-foot goliath, flee to an isolated location, and inadvertently become a beacon of hope by providing a safe haven for other survivors.

Coming 2019

ABOUT ME

Hello, I’m the author! There isn’t too much to me personally. I live somewhere in the United States and I like to write stories about people having sex and people having adventures!

So what makes me special? What sets me apart from most of the other thousands of erotica authors out there?

Well, a few things that I can think of.

I write about younger, often more innocent twenty-something guys. I’m honestly sick of all the billionaires and NAVY Seals and cowboys and firefighters. Most of all, I’m fucking sick and tired of all these BS ‘Alpha Male’ types. I don’t really want to bring down anyone who is writing or reading that, but I thought it was high time we started hearing about guys who are more realistic and down-to-earth.

Another big focus of mine is human guy on inhuman lady sex. There are certainly tons of stories about hot chicks getting laid by werewolves and dinosaurs and even Bigfoot! But there’s not enough out there, in my opinion, about regular guys fucking hot alien or monster or otherwise inhuman ladies. I love writing about human guys getting laid by mermaids and dryads and sexy aliens and genetically engineered female super soldiers and robots.

Finally, I like emphasizing sexual encounters, casual and longer engagements, that focus on consent, communication, trust, and respect. I like both parties involved getting what they want out of the sex. (Or I should say all parties, given how many people are fucking at once!)

If you want access to extra content, to get news about my progress on upcoming stories, or pictures of hot naked monster girls, then here’s some places you can check out.

This is my WEBSITE, (www.mistyvixen.com). Here, you can find free short stories that are related to my works or stand on their own, a monthly newsletter, alternate versions of my cover art where the ladies are naked, and more!

This is my TWITTER, (www.twitter.com/Misty_Vixen). I’ll post updates and pictures of hot naked alien, monster, or otherwise inhuman ladies I find on the internet. Also, I respond to pretty much everyone, so feel free to say something!

This is my PATREON, (www.patreon.com/MistyVixen). There, you can get early access to the first chapters of my in-progress works, and early access to alternate versions of my cover art where the ladies are naked! They will be released to my website after one month.

Finally, if you want to talk to me directly, you can send me an e-mail at my address:

mistyvixen@outlook.com

And that’s it! Once again, thank you very much for reading my work. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

-Misty

LUST & ADVENTURE. Copyright © by Misty Vixen. All rights reserved.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entire coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from the author or publisher.