LUST & ADVENTURE II

by Misty Vixen

Catch up on the Lust & Adventure series!

LUST & ADVENTURE

DISCLAIMER

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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 VII through XII of the original series, as well as the bonus short stories from Collections IV & V, and The Complete Second Season.

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Table of Contents

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

EPILOGUE

OTHER TITLES

ABOUT ME

CHAPTER I

“So what is this place?” Alan asked.

In the distance, he could see Redwood, outlined by the immense trees of the Redwood Forest. They’d been approaching it for several hours now.

“Redwood,” Layla replied. “How much do you know about this region?”

“Well, I know that this is the Redwood Forest, and it covers most of the rest of this side of the region, up until the sea. And that’s where some elves live.”

“That’s about right. Redwood is technically in human territory, but it’s a border colony. Both humans and elves live here, and pass through here. Other species, too. It’s a pretty decently sized settlement, close to a thousand people, regularly. I’ve spent a lot of time here, and in elven territory, too. I like the elves,” Layla replied.

He looked over at her and saw a small smile on her face, and felt one touch his own. Not long after they’d split up with Rachel and Morgan, they’d run into a tall, beautiful redheaded elf friend of hers and had had a fantastic fuck session.

That thought sparked more.

It had been close to three weeks since he’d pretty much been catapulted out of his old, quiet life living as a magical healer in a small town into this strange, dangerous, exciting new life of a traveling adventurer. It had ramped up very quickly, in many different ways, and he was still adjusting to all of it. One of the biggest ways was sexually.

Alan had gone from having a pretty bland sex life to now having had sex with a cat-person felis, a necromancer, a half-giantess, several dryads, a flower nymph, and an elf. Thinking about that still blew his mind.

But even more than that, he’d actually been living the life he thought of as an adventurer’s life. He’d been camping out in forests and under the stars, walking for hours at a time, exploring ancient ruins and dark, dank caves, and, most importantly, fighting monsters. Giant spiders, skeletons, other dangerous creatures.

It was crazy and intoxicating.

When they had finally reconstructed the dagger Rachel had been looking for and put her grandfather to rest, there had been a period of intermission. When that adventure had been over, there’d been a lot to do, but it was easy compared to the chaos they’d just endured. After leaving the cave system where evil had stained the very essence of the place, they’d made camp and had an epic foursome.

And that had been awesome.

When that was over, they’d slept and then the dryads had showed up again, and they all had fucked like crazy for a second night.

That had been even more awesome.

From there, Morgan had bid them farewell and started heading home. Rachel was anxious to get back to her home and job as well, so Alan and Layla had agreed to walk her there. As expected, once she reported in, Rachel was in trouble. Although not as much as she’d feared, given that she had cleansed an old evil from the land, laid to rest some powerful rogue necromancer’s experiments, and basically did a good deed that was not only great, but also good news for the necromancers as a whole, given that no one trusted them anyway, and the fewer bad things out there that resulted from rogue necromancers, the better.

They gave her a shitload of duties for wandering off and not telling anybody what she was doing or where she was going.

Alan and Layla had gotten a room at the local inn that night, and Rachel had come to visit with them and they had some great goodbye sex. Well, not really goodbye, more like so long for now sex. Rachel had given them a copy of her schedule for the next six months, as she would be traveling between settlements and doing whatever the local necromancers told her to do, as was her lot in life. She had hoped they would come visit her sometime.

They promised they would.

From there, Alan had decided he should probably go see his parents. That had been...awkward. Good, but awkward. He and Layla had walked back to his home village and bought a room at the inn. He was still so horny for Layla. He wanted to fuck her all the time. And there was no way he was fucking her in his parent’s house, where they might hear. He told them about his adventure and, at one point, his dad had pulled him aside and asked if he and Layla were serious now. He hadn’t really known what to say beyond, ‘we’re close’. His dad had just laughed and nodded. Suddenly, he’d wondered how many ‘close’ friends his parents had had in their younger days.

Then he stopped thinking about that, cause no one wanted to think about that.

After a couple of days, it had occurred to both of them that Morgan was nearby, and Alan would be lying if he said he wasn’t really missing her huge, voluptuous body and her shape-shifting pussy. And apparently Layla would be lying if she said she wasn’t really into seeing him fuck the nine-foot woman again.

So the pair of them said their farewells to his parents and had walked over to the next village, then off into the woods until they found Morgan’s house. She had just finished fucking her boytoy from the local village and had been very happy to see the two of them. So it had been two more nights of epic sex, great food, and relaxing in her fucking awesome natural hot spring out back. And after that Layla had decided she wanted to go to Redwood, although she didn’t have a specific reason. The urge had just taken her.

And that’s where they’d been walking ever since.

Normally the trip would take most of one day, but since they weren’t in any hurry, it had been stretched out over three now, mainly because the first night they’d stopped at a cave behind a waterfall and had happened to run into one of Layla’s old friends, a tall, beautiful redheaded elf named Lara, who was happy to have sex with both of them.

And now, here they were, within sight of Redwood.

“You come up with a reason for being here yet?” Alan asked, smirking at Layla.

She rolled her eyes. “Nope. That’s the way life goes when you’re an adventurer, Alan. You just gotta learn to trust me on these things. Sometimes, you just get ideas and go with it. Plus, well...” she hesitated.

“Yes...” he prompted.

She sighed. “I’m horny for elf girls.”

“Ahh...so that explains it.”

“Oh, like you aren’t,” Layla replied.

He shrugged and nodded. “Okay, yeah. But I’m horny for all kinds of girls,” he replied.

“Oh yeah? Are you horny for...beryls?” she asked.

“I...well, yeah,” he replied.

“Oh really? Nice. That would be hot to watch. What about...mermaids?” she asked.

“Oh my Gods yes, I would love to make love with a mermaid...why? Do you know any mermaids?” he replied.

“I might...”

“Huh. And you’re...you’re really okay with this?”

“I’m assuming by ‘this’ you mean you fucking other women? Yeah, obviously. It’s kind of what our relationship was founded on. I mean, when we first met, you fucked two of my best friends. Then we fucked a bunch of dryads together. I love sex. I’m not the jealous type. I like you. I like seeing you happy. Nothing seems to make you happier than when you’re having sex with a hot woman and I’m either watching or part of it. So yes, I’m okay with it. I encourage it. The only thing I ask is that, sometimes, I’ll want to fuck other guys. Not often, because I tend to like girls more than guys, but sometimes. And I ask that you don’t give me shit for it.”

“That wouldn’t be fair at all for me to give you shit. I don’t mind,” he replied. “I just...I guess I don’t want to be involved. If that’s okay.”

“Oh yeah, that’s fine. I know you aren’t bisexual. At least, I don’t think you are.”

“No, I’m not.”

“And that’s fair. And hey, if you ever want to have a girl to yourself, just let me know.”

“Well...okay.”

There were more questions he wanted to ask, but he felt like they’d already said enough. He was kind of nervous because he hadn’t really nailed down what the nature of their actual relationship was. They were dating...sort of. But not really? That was the thing. Layla hadn’t been very specific. She just wanted to ‘stick together’.

It was weird, because, functionally speaking, they were basically a couple. They traveled together, they had sex together, they shared a bed (or bedroll, most often). But they also had sex with other people, and although he hadn’t actually asked, Layla had yet to call him her boyfriend. Did it really matter, though?

That was the big question that kind of overrode everything else.

All of it was just...labels. On the one hand, he didn’t think they were too important. Like he was just thinking, what difference did it make? In their day-to-day lives, they were living as a couple. On the other hand, didn’t it say something that Layla wasn’t willing to publicly admit to the idea that they were a couple?

Then again, he hadn’t actually talked to her about this. This was all just a narrative inside of his head. Maybe she did think of them as a couple, she just thought it didn’t need to be said. Or maybe he was right, and confronting her about it would upset their relationship. He had no idea what kind of ground they were standing on. Was their relationship really solid? Or would it be easy to break them up in these early stages?

Alan shook his head as they made their final approach to the settlement of Redwood. He was probably way overthinking this. And why not? It wasn’t like he’d had the best luck with relationships in the past.

“What do we do first?” he asked.

“Well, we still have some things leftover from our last adventure that we haven’t managed to sell yet. Why don’t you take them into town and try to sell them off? I’ll go see if there are any interesting jobs,” Layla replied.

They had stopped in front of a three-story tall structure. She looked up at it. “Ah. Perfect. The Redwood Inn. How about we meet back here? Whoever gets back first gets a room for the night. If you can, make it a basement room. I love those,” she said.

“All right. Sounds great.” He leaned in and gave her a kiss, looking over her briefly before they parted ways.

Layla was beautiful.

She was a tall, trim felis. What most people referred to as a cat-person. She came complete with rich yellow-orange fur, a tail that swished when she was agitated or horny, cat ears and yellow eyes. His eyes roved over her trim, athletic body. She tended not to wear much. Just a shirt that was so small it was practically a bra and pretty short shorts. She had a fantastic, fit body and she didn’t have a problem showing it off.

She was also amazing at sex.

He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve the relationship.

“Don’t linger too long,” she said after kissing him, “I’m horny.”

He felt a stupid grin forming on his face and he nodded, unable to think of anything to say. Layla smirked at that. She seemed to enjoy that she could have that effect on him, then she turned around and walked off.

He stared at her fit ass and her tail swaying behind her until she disappeared into the crowd, then he turned and set off towards the local marketplace.

…

There was another reason Layla liked Redwood.

She didn’t have nearly as many people staring at her. Okay, well, that wasn’t entirely true. Lots of people still stared at her, but she didn’t mind those kinds of stares. They were staring at her because she was fit and hot and wearing very little clothing. Not because they were a bunch of small village bigots who thought of felis and beryl as ‘lesser’ races. Being a felis in this land, she’d had to endure a lot of that. Especially considering she traveled a great deal.

And oh wow, there were a lot of elves around today.

For some reason that she had never quite been able to put together, she was just...stupid over elf girls. Their petite frames, their pointy ears, their red hair. (Almost all elves were redheads, she wasn’t sure why.) There was something about elf women that just got her going in a way almost nothing else did. She didn’t have a real theory on why, and generally she just didn’t think about it. Maybe it was because elf girls were just so flirtatious and sexual and erotic. They didn’t really have a problem with fucking.

Plus, almost all the elf girls she’d met had been spectacular at eating pussy.

So that was a big plus.

Consequently, she’d made a lot of good friends that were female elves. Lara was just one of them. She was so glad that they’d met in that cave behind the waterfall. Plus, Alan looked like he had really enjoyed sticking his cock in her.

As Layla continued heading for the town square and the main board where people posted up want ads, she thought about her latest traveling companion. She was still getting used to him, still figuring him out. Although she knew his type and he wasn’t all that complicated. Mainly, right now anyway, he was a young, inexperienced boy who had been thrown headfirst into a sea of crazy sex and he was struggling to take it all in and keep his head above the water. She had a particular love of people like that, boy or girl.

Because they were always so enthusiastic about the sex, and so happy to reciprocate. There was never any reason to have to kind of nudge them towards returning the oral or doing more foreplay, they just did it.

Layla had broken in a lot of virgins in her time.

Part of her wished Alan had been a virgin, but it was close enough. He had all the classic, awkward signs of a very inexperienced guy. She wasn’t entirely sure why that turned her on, either, beyond the obvious reasons she’d just been ruminating on. But as for Alan specifically...well, she’d been trying to gauge where they were and where they might be going for a little while now. The relationship was still very young, on approach to being a month old. And so far, she really liked where things were going.

But she also had her concerns.

Alan had said that he was okay respecting her desire not to making things too serious, and so far, he’d made good on that promise. He was okay with her fucking other people, even away from him. But how long would that last? How long before he decided that maybe he needed something more? And then she wouldn’t be able to deliver?

That thought brought on other, unhappier ones.

Ever since breaking up with her overly jealous elf boyfriend who’d ended the relationship the moment he slapped her across the face, (for which she’d broken his nose in return), she’d basically done away with the idea of long-term, committed relationships. Her three biggest relationships had all blown up. From the three-way one she’d had with Rachel and their boy, to the jealous elf boyfriend, to the racist felis boyfriend who blew up on her for dating not only one human but two at the same time, she just didn’t want to deal with it anymore. She wanted relationships that she could just walk away from if she had to.

Because the idea of relying on another person like that and having them turn on her was too much. And too dangerous. If you relied on a person that much and allowed them to hold that much of a sway over your life, your emotions, your safety...then they could just as easily turn against you and put all of those things in grave danger.

Layla liked relying on herself and no one else.

Except…

She was beginning to think that maybe it wasn’t that cut-and-dry anymore. Or maybe it had never been. Reuniting with Rachel, her oldest, closest friend and lover, had awoken something in her. It was a loneliness. Something that she hadn’t felt in a long time. Except...she was kind of beginning to question that. It felt oddly familiar. Like maybe she was feeling it when she spent so much time on the road, by herself, away from people and civilization, only she was pushing the feeling away, unconsciously running from it.

She didn’t like it.

She also didn’t like the fact that she felt herself relying on Alan for things like comfort and happiness. That was dangerous. She’d been down that road and she didn’t want to go there again. As Layla reached the town square and honed in on the message board, she tried to shake off all the dark thoughts. She was in Redwood, a kind of personal haven for her, as she’d come here often after many bad adventures where she’d endured injuries, physical, spiritual, and emotional. And sometimes she’d come here just to...relax.

And, okay, fuck lots of hot elf babes. And dudes, too, sometimes.

So she was determined to do that now, since she didn’t really have any other destination in mind, another place she desperately wanted to be or other thing she wanted to do. Right now, she just wanted to make some quick gold, have fun with Alan, sleep around, soak in some hot tubs, eat more than a few big, good meals.

Layla came to stand before the message board and started looking it over.

There was the usual collection of poorly written want ads. Looking over them, she found the usual litter of stuff. People who wanted help hauling stuff to market. People who wanted help making repairs to their houses. Help hunting. Help skinning. Help tanning and baking and cleaning. All of it simple, low-paying stuff. She ignored it, looking for the higher-quality parchment and more literate writing that meant the serious jobs.

And, after a few moments, she found it.

There was a bounty posting by the local guardsmen. Apparently, leaping spiders were harassing their hunters and herbalists, anyone who went into the nearby Redwood Forest. They were offering five gold coins for ever leaping spider fang. Well, that was a good job, and it sounded like fun. Distantly, thunder boomed and lightning sparked the sky. Layla looked up. Not only was the sun heading for the horizon, but she saw a huge gray storm front coming at the city over the forest. It would be raining, heavily, within the next hour or so.

Well, that was fine. She was looking forward to a night of unwinding. Not to mention she was really looking forward to putting Alan’s tongue to use. She hated to admit it but fuck was she addicted to his oral. She tried to reciprocate that, and he seemed pretty enamored with her dick-sucking skills, which she’d built up for awhile now.

Layla started walking back the way she’d come, wondering if Alan was having any luck selling their stuff off.

…

Alan stepped out of the blacksmith and looked down at the sack of gold he’d been slowly gathering over the past hour or so. He’d been selling off the weapons, gems, trinkets, and whatever other things they’d picked up over the course of their previous endeavor as they passed through towns on the long road to Redwood. Layla had mentioned she wanted them to buy a camp-in-a-bag. Not one as huge and glamorous as Morgan’s had been, but a nice one. They’d both gotten too used to just being able to go straight into a tent at the end of a long, hard day. The thing was, they were really damned expensive. But they were getting close.

In fact, all he had left to sell were a pair of emeralds, and he knew exactly where to sell them. Mages needed them for all sorts of potions and enchantments. He moved down the street of the marketplace, hunting around for a stall or structure that might house a mage or wizard. It seemed really busy, unusually so. As he started wondering why, Alan heard the distant boom of thunder. He glanced back over his shoulder at the forest rising above and beyond the city. Above and beyond the forest itself were huge, gray clouds.

They were coming closer.

A storm was on the way and everyone wanted to get their business finished up. Not to mention, darkness would be falling before too long. All the more reason for him to finish up his own business and get back to the inn.

Well, that and he wanted to blow his load inside of Layla.

He’d gotten very used to sex lately.

Alan finally spotted a stall where a mage was buying and selling magical items. He waited in line, his mind drifting off to sexual fantasies with Layla. And Rachel. And Morgan. It still struck him as kind of insane that he’d gone from three total sexual partners to over ten in just the past several weeks. In a way, it didn’t seem real at all. He still didn’t know how to handle it, really. Part of him thought he might get an inflated sense of ego.

If there was one thing that society had impressed upon him, it was that, (at least if you were a guy, it was basically the opposite for a woman), the more sexual partners you had, the more important you were and the more people were supposed to respect you. And the more ‘manly’ you were supposed to feel. Of course, all of this flip-flopped when you got married. Then you were looked down on if you had multiple sexual partners. Which was fair, cheating was bad. But what about an open relationship? Why no, of course not, it was immoral.

And, obviously, the sexual partners all had to be attractive human women, otherwise it apparently didn’t count.

On a logical level, he’d never bought into it. What difference did it make? Sure, it was nice. But did it somehow make you more important than anyone else? Why? Why did people think that? And, quite oppositely, why was it common to disrespect those who had few or no sexual partners? It just seemed like a shitty thing to do.

So, naturally, he thought he might feel better about himself. But he didn’t really. He more just felt...better in general. Not about himself, just about life at large. Things didn’t bother him as much. He was either happy or at least neutral most of the time. Obviously there was a lot more to his new life than just the amount of sex or sexual partners he was having, but he thought those two factors played at least a large role in smoothing out his emotional peaks and valleys. Alan realized that he was up next in line.

He pulled out the emeralds and spent a little while haggling with the mage. Thunder boomed and this time it wasn’t so distant. Seemingly resigned to it, the mage finally agreed to give him fifty coins for the pair of gems, which wasn’t a bad price. Alan accepted the coins, gave the man the gems, thanked him and left.

He started hurrying back to the Redwood Inn.

…

He found Layla waiting for him in the inn, sitting at the bar, drinking something. He walked up to her and sat down beside her.

“Hey, you!” she said merrily, grinning at him. She leaned in and gave him a lingering kiss. “How’d you make out?”

“Pretty well,” he replied. “I think we might have enough.”

“Oh fuck, that’s so awesome,” she said. She took a heavy drink from her mug. “You want some?” she asked.

“No, I’m good,” Alan replied. He could smell that it was alcohol and he’d never really been too partial to it.

“Lemme just finish this up. I got us a room. A basement room!” She drained the rest of her mug in one go, slammed in on the bar, tossed some coins down next to it and stood up. Swaying slightly, she took Alan’s hand. “Come on, handsome, let’s go break it in,” she said.

Alan felt that same stupid smile on his face as before and let her lead him across the bar. He noticed a few people looking at them. He wondered if they thought the same thing he was currently thinking: why is someone like him with someone like her? Layla was a lot more attractive than he was. But he’d tried to stop questioning that and just enjoy the relationship. It seemed like the healthy thing to do.

They made their way down a set of stairs, and Alan had to keep Layla from falling twice, and then she made her way down the hall, to the end.

“Why are you drunk?” he asked as she fumbled with the key.

“Cause I love drunk fucking,” she replied matter-of-factly, “and because you made those little no-hangover potions for me and oh my Gods they are just great.” Layla got the door open, yanked him inside, shut it and locked it.

“And now you’re all mine,” she said, standing right in front of him, her feline face inches from his.

Before he could say anything, she took off her top, tossed it aside and grabbed him. She started passionately kissing him, slipping her tongue quickly into his mouth and twining it with his own. She pushed him back up against the door and he reached back around her, grabbing her shorts and pulling them down, revealing her fit, pleasantly padded ass. He started groping and squeezing it as they continued making out.

“The bath,” she said, gasping as she broke the long kiss. “I want to fuck in the bath.”

“Me too,” he agreed.

She stepped away, stumbled, caught herself and then took off her shorts. Now she stood completely naked before him, a glorious, beautiful sex goddess. She stretched and then crossed the room in a few short strides and lowered herself carefully into the steamy, clear water of the sunken stone tub.

Alan quickly shucked off his clothing after shrugging out of his pack. As soon as he was naked, he got down into the tub with her. The water immediately felt fantastic and luxurious. There was nothing quite like immersing yourself in hot water after a long day on the road. And there was also nothing quite like fucking in hot water either. Layla quickly began cleaning herself off and from the way she focused on her crotch, he knew she’d want oral. They had both agreed: oral only if they washed up.

No one liked to deal with a day’s worth of sweat in their mouth.

As soon as she was done, Layla hopped up on the side and spread her long, athletic legs. “Eat me, my handsome man,” she commanded.

“Yes, my sexy felis,” he replied happily, getting down mostly beneath the water and settling his head in between her trim thighs.

He slipped the tip of his tongue in between the lips of her pussy, bringing his hands up on the outside of her thighs and settling his grip atop them. As he made contact with her clit, Layla let out a long, low groan.

“Oh fuck...” she moaned. “It’s been too long...”

If his mouth wasn’t current occupied, he would have pointed out to her that it had only been about a day since he’d last eaten her out, but he supposed maybe that was too long for her. She asked for oral at basically every opportunity and consistently praised his skills. So apparently he was at least good at this.

“Oh yes...YES! FUCK! YES!” Layla cried, and he wondered how good the room was at keeping sound in.

They’d had complaints before.

“Fucking lick my pussy!” she cried.

He was going faster and harder now, building up the pleasure as he had done so many times before, horny and wanting to fuck her, but also wanting to give her pleasure, wanting to bring her to climax. Alan used more of his tongue and pressed harder, massaging her clit and stimulating her as much as he could.

Within seconds, she was coming.

He pulled back, because she told him that during the orgasms she experienced from oral, she didn’t like to be touched down there, because it was just too much. It actually became painful to be touched. He watched as a hot, clear spray of feminine sex juices jetted out from her orgasming vagina, spraying her firm inner thighs. Layla cried out, leaning back against the wall behind her, her whole body wracked with blissful convulsions as the orgasm ran up and down her. He loved how she had these epic, amazing full-body orgasms.

As it settled down and petered out, she opened her eyes and took a deep breath. She slipped back down into the water, her legs still spread.

“Fuck me like a whore,” she said, her voice a low growl.

He was all too eager to oblige her.

Alan slipped forward, getting in between her thighs and reaching down. Slipping into the familiar position that they had been perfecting lately, she settled the heels of her palms on the side of the tub and pushed herself up, so that her vagina was at the perfect height for him when he was standing. He lifted her up and supported her legs, then slipped his cock into her waiting, willing felis vagina. Both of them moaned in intense, sexual unity.

The sexual satisfaction and rapturous bliss was immediate and intense as she sheathed his cock inside of her tight, hot, and very wet pussy. He loved how fucking tight she was, how great it felt to push his way into her all the way up, burying himself completely inside of her. He loved pretty much everything about their sexual encounters. He loved how much Layla seemed to enjoy them, how vocal and vibrant she was, how enthusiastic she was and how she used her fit, powerful hips and thighs to push against him and force him deeper and harder into her.

He loved looking at her when she was like this.

Alan started by dropping his gaze straight down, seeing his human cock disappearing repeatedly into her perfect felis pussy. He could see himself in between those wonderful fit thighs of hers. Then up to her curvy hips, and up further to her tight stomach. Then higher, where his gaze lingered on her perky, high, firm, orange-yellow furred breasts, topped with beautiful, vividly pink nipples. He loved the way they bounced when he was fucking her, the result of how he was pounding himself into her perfect pussy.

And then, finally, up at her face.

She was so beautiful. Fully clothed or wearing hardly anything or being completely naked, she was different shades of gorgeous. Asleep or awake, drunk or sober, happy or angry or in the throes of battle, she was beautiful through it all.

“I’m going to come!” he gasped.

Looking at her face for too long during sex, especially when she locked eyes with him, was enough to push him over the edge.

“Do it,” she said, staring directly into his eyes now with her intense, burning, lusty gaze. “Fill me up. Pump my belly full of your seed,” she whispered, her voice a low growl.

He triggered instantly when she said that and he cried out, his pleasure bursting inside of him like a fireball. He could feel his cock kick once, hard inside of her, could feel the first volley of his seed leaving him in a hard contraction, shooting deep into Layla’s pussy. And then more, again and again as he came inside of her, his dick kicking hard, twitching and spasming as it was taken over completely by his orgasm.

Alan somehow managed to hold her up through the whole ordeal. Somehow managed to find the strength and focus not to drop her.

As his orgasm ran its course, he was left panting and sweating, flushed and short of breath. Carefully, he pulled out of her and lowered her legs back into the water. Once she was safely out of his grasp, he sat down heavily on the side of the tub, unwilling to lower himself back into the water too quickly or he might pass out.

“Holy fuck that was good,” Layla said, sliding back into the tub with a soft moan. “I mean, just...mmm, yes. I loved that so much. You are a great fuck,” she added.

“You too,” he managed, getting his breath back. When he felt capable of it, he joined her in the tub and began washing off again.

“I found us a job,” she said after a little bit.

“Oh yeah? What kind?”

“Bounty hunting. Leaping spiders are causing trouble in the forest. Five coin per fang, so ten per spider,” she explained.

“Ugh. I hate spiders. And we’ll have to kill a lot of them to make any kind of real money,” he replied.

“I know, but it’ll be fun. And hey, we get to help the locals out. Always nice to be doing a good deed along with getting paid. I figured we can get some sleep, wake up, go shopping for supplies and set out into the woods.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” he replied, and then yawned. Now that he’d had that frantic fuck session, what was left of his energy was draining out of him. He wanted to sleep. Layla yawned too. The pair of them got up out of the tub, dried off and crawled into the bed, naked. As he curled up against Layla, relishing the feel of her soft, warm fur, he looked up high, at the windows set into the top of the wall. They were small, but functional.

Rain was tapping against them.

In the darkness of their rented room, he felt good and safe and warm.

He soon drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

…

The next morning was busy.

Alan came awake to Layla climbing atop him. He grabbed her hips as she slipped him into her oh so wet pussy and rode him frantically until they both had come, then they got into the bath and washed up. As soon as they were clean, they got out, dried off and dressed, then headed out into the upstairs where they had a quick breakfast.

“You ready for this?” Layla asked as they stepped outside.

“Definitely,” Alan replied.

They began heading through town, towards the forest. As they made their way across the village, Alan reflected on the upcoming battle, if there was going to be one. From what he knew about the Redwood Forest, it wasn’t anywhere near as dangerous as the Emerald Wild. Or maybe he was just hoping for that.

Was he?

There had been a lot of fighting on the last adventure. More than he thought he’d see in a long time. It had been very intense, but he’d gotten through it. Not that his life hadn’t been on the line every time. Now that he was looking at going back into it, well, he was pretty afraid. But he had Layla beside him, and she was competent. She’d definitely proven that during their adventure together. And he trusted her to watch out for him.

Of course, she needed to be able to trust him to watch out for her.

And that was what made him nervous. Alan thought that he was decent with magic, decent at paying attention to his surroundings. But that gauntlet he’d run with Layla, Rachel, and Morgan had been a real trial by fire. He’d gotten to find out exactly how good he was at this survival stuff. Apparently, good enough to survive all that crap. But he knew that it was a false sense of security. One false step and that could be it.

Alan tried to clear his head as they approached the edge of the city. Instead, he made himself focus on the task at hand.

“Are we good for supplies?” he asked.

“Yes,” Layla replied. “We stocked up in that last village we were in. Well, I did, anyway. I’ve got a lot of arrows and a new dagger. You know, I was thinking, we need to get you some kind of backup weapon. You can’t just rely on your magic.”

“I’ve got a dagger now,” he replied. He’d bought that when they’d gone back to his home town at Layla’s insistence.

“Yeah, but that’s like a last-ditch kind of defense. I mean a real weapon, something you can actually use in a real fight.”

“Well, I did learn at least a few basic things about swordplay.”

“There you go then! We can buy a sword sometime soon and you can practice with it. I’ll get one, too. I know how to use one. Well, for the most part.”

They had passed the city limits by now and were coming up to the edge of the forest. The immense trees towered over them, standing like silent sentinels, watching over the landscape for miles upon miles.

It was very quiet.

“Any idea where the spiders are? Did they say?” Alan asked.

“No, but I can figure it out. I’m a felis, I’m great at tracking. Come on,” Layla replied.

She set off. Alan shrugged and began following her. She had a point. They spent the first ten minutes moving through the forest in silence, Layla leading them seemingly at random off the main beaten path and deeper into the underbrush. Alan tried to listen to the land. He wasn’t exactly terrible at it, though he wasn’t great, either. Of course, it was difficult to pay attention when Layla was walking in front of him.

She was again wearing small, tight shorts and they showed off her fantastic ass. He had a hard time getting over how fit and lithe her body was.

“Layla...” he said.

“Yes, Alan?”

“Do you really think we can find some elf girls to lay us?”

“Of course. This is Redwood. I mean, worse case scenario we can just go to a brothel. I know of at least two in the city and there’s lots of beautiful, tight-bodied elf girls to fuck. But it’ll be easier than that. Elves are just...open. Casual. Sex is no big deal for them. They have a healthy and zesty love of lovemaking, and although some of them are a little weird about sleeping outside their species, not all of them are. We’ll do fine.”

“Is there some kind of trick to it? Okay, not trick, per say. Some kind of...way?” he asked.

“No, not really. You just, you know, go hang out at a restaurant or bar or even the marketplace and just kind of look around. When you catch eyes with an elf girl, that’s usually the spark. They’ll let you know if they’re interested. They’ll give you the look. Then, if you’re interested, you go right over and start talking and before you know it one of you has brought up sex.”

“And it’s that easy?”

“It’s that easy,” she confirmed.

“I wish I’d known this earlier.”

“Why, you run into many elves in your village?”

He sighed. “Good point.”

Layla stopped suddenly and turned around. She reached up and pulled her tight little shirt up, freeing her breasts. “Aw, come on. I’m just teasing. Can you honestly stand there and tell me that this wasn’t worth all the waiting you did there?” she asked, swaying them back and forth.

“I can’t tell you that,” he replied. “You were more than worth the wait.”

“Good,” she said, sliding her shirt back down. “Or what about all this?” she asked, extending her arms and spinning around to encompass the forest around them. “What about all the adventure and the freedom and the fun and the crazy, reckless excitement?”

“It’s pretty great, too. Although the sex is better.”

“Yeah, I suppose you have a point. Though sometimes I think the adventure and the dungeon looting and the monster killing is better...and then you go down on me or I get wasted and you give me a damned hard dicking and I’m just certain that the sex is better.” She sighed heavily, turned around and started walking again. “I guess it’s all very in the moment. When we’re fucking, in the moment, fucking’s best. When we’re adventuring, in the moment, adventuring’s best. Nope. No definitive answers for us.”

He thought she had a good point.

Life was a very visceral, ‘in the moment’ kind of experience. When something really shitty happened to you, you could look back on it two weeks later and think, ‘Okay, yeah, that wasn’t all that bad.’ But at the time, when it was currently happening? Well, that was a whole other story. It was the fucking apocalypse then.

And, of course, it tended to work for other experiences, too.

Layla stopped suddenly and grabbed her bow. She notched an arrow and began looking around, her gaze slowly sliding up. Alan raised his hands and began gathering magic from the air for a fireball, listening for something, anything. But he couldn’t hear any trace of anything around. He waited a few more seconds, then he heard it.

A soft skittering sound, somewhere high up.

Spiders, shifting through the branches overhead.

Alan tried to prepare himself. Suddenly, Layla loosed an arrow and stepped back. Alan moved with her. There was a high-pitched sound from somewhere overhead, and then a dark black body fell from high up, slamming into the ground.

“Wow,” Alan murmured. “Good shot.”

“Thanks,” Layla replied.

She began to move forward, presumable to collect the fangs, but then froze. Suddenly, she notched another arrow.

“More are coming, get ready.”

Alan swallowed and raised his hands, a fireball spell prepared now, the magical energy stored inside of his body. The skittering sound started up again, but now it seemed to be coming from all around them.

A few seconds passed by.

In a flash, a dozen spiders burst from the surrounding foliage. Alan let out a startled shout, aimed for the largest cluster of spiders and released a fireball. It drained over half of his stored magic in one go, but it torched about seven of the awful things. Beside him, Layla was releasing arrow after arrow, punching their silver heads through the hideous, hairy black hides of the spiders as they leaped from the trees.

They were so fast.

Alan realized more of them were coming. Gods, how could he have thought that they might run into nothing at all?

He saw another thick clutch of them boiling out of the bushes from behind them, raised his hands and released the rest of his stored magic. Another fireball blossomed from his palms and roasted the bunch of them, but now he was practically defenseless. He pulled out his dagger, wishing that he’d taken Layla’s advice before coming into the damned forest. There wasn’t enough time to gather up more magic.

Why hadn’t he stored some on the way here!?

Sex was definitely distracting him.

He let out a terrified yell as he spun and saw another spider leaping for him. However, at the last second, an arrow came from seemingly out of nowhere and punched straight through it, changing the course of its trajectory and nailing it to a nearby tree, where it squealed and twitched, trying to free itself, before going slack and dying.

Alan’s head snapped over, looking around for whoever had saved him, thinking at first it was Layla but seeing that she was still busy taking care of the others. As he was looking, three more arrows sailed out the nearby foliage and helped her mop up the survivors. As the last of the spiders fell, a slim redheaded elf woman appeared from the dense foliage. Layla turned to face her and abruptly her features lit up in happiness.

“Topaz!” she cried, rushing forward and wrapping the elf in a hug. Topaz, the elf in question, let out a small squeal of delight as Layla picked her up off the ground, spun her around once, then set her back down and gave her a kiss.

“Layla, I knew it was you,” she said, grinning broadly. She glanced around Layla. “Who’s this? Your new boytoy?” she asked.

“Kinda sorta,” Layla replied.

“He’s really cute,” Topaz murmured.

“Yes, he is. Alan come here,” Layla said.

Alan came to join her, feeling at once very awkward and very turned on.

Topaz was intimidatingly attractive, even more so than Layla had been when the two of them had first met.

“Alan, this is my good friend Topaz. Topaz, this is my...serious boytoy, I guess would describe our relationship?” she asked, looking at him.

“I guess,” he replied. “It sounds about right.” What did that mean? It was nice being a boytoy, and it was better being a serious one...but it still seemed to fall short of boyfriend. Why did this even matter to him?

“Good to meet you,” Topaz said.

Up close, she was even more beautiful.

She was about average height and weight for an elf, maybe five one or two, and perhaps a hundred pounds altogether. She was slender and fit, her skin tanned, her shoulder length red hair pulled into a loose ponytail for the most part, though some of it was left down to frame her incredibly beautiful face. She had brilliant green eyes and smooth, flawless skin and a fantastic smile and a sexy little nose. And the way her ears came to a point, peeking out of her flaming red hair. Fuck. He was getting an erection just from being in her presence.

“Um...you too,” he replied, his heart hammering in his chest. He’d been awkward around beautiful women before, stupid even, but he felt practically brain-dead around her.

“Thanks for the save,” Layla said. “You want to help us pull out these fangs?”

“Yeah, although I don’t mind giving them to you. I went up and down this forest yesterday and I got an early start today at the crack of dawn. I’ve killed close to thirty of the things,” Topaz replied, joining Layla as she began moving among the corpses.

“You coming, handsome?” Layla asked as Alan simply kept standing there.

“Uh...yeah,” he replied, turning and following the two women.

They began to pull fangs from the spider corpses.

…

In the end, between the two of them, Alan and Layla gathered fifty fangs.

They walked back into town with Topaz and found the barracks where they hunted down someone to pay out the bounty. The man took their fangs, dumped them out onto his desk and carefully counted them up. He poked at them with his pencil, unwilling to touch them given the potential danger of venom.

Once he’d counted them up, he passed out bags with gold coins, thanked the three of them and sent them on their way.

Night was coming and the gray cloud cover had yet to break. It threatened more rain, which was fine by Alan. He loved the rain.

“So...now what?” he asked.

“We should go out drinking!” Topaz replied. “I want to catch up with Layla and get to know you. Anyone that Layla chooses to identify as serious in her life must be seriously interesting.”

“Sounds good to me. Alan?” Layla replied, glancing at him.

“Fine by me,” he replied. “Although I don’t drink.”

“Why not?” Topaz asked.

“Just don’t like the taste of it. Or the feeling of being drunk, really.”

Layla grinned and poked at Topaz. “Don’t worry. It’s a good thing.”

“Is it now?” she replied, smiling a similarly odd grin back at Layla. “Okay, then.”

And so they went out drinking.

Alan was mostly content to watch the two women catch up, mainly because they had a lot of interesting, and sometimes embarrassing, stories to tell about each other. As the night progressed, darkness fell and rain began to tap against the windows of the Redwood Inn, where the trio were drinking at a table in the corner, Topaz and Layla seemed to get more fidgety and distracted. Finally, after a prolonged silence, Topaz straightened up.

“Okay,” she said, looking first at Alan, then at Layla, “I’ve been waiting for one of us to say this and I’m tired of waiting. Is everyone down for a threesome? Cause I’m so fucking horny and it’s been ages since I’ve slept with a human. Or a beautiful felis girl, for that matter.”

“Yes,” Layla said almost immediately.

They both looked at Alan. “Uh, yeah, of course,” he replied.

“Then come on,” Topaz said, standing up.

He was surprised she was so well-composed and quick on her feet. Although Layla was noticeably drunk, like the previous night, Topaz didn’t seem to be at all. She was probably just one of those people that booze didn’t affect as directly.

He and Layla stood up as well and they crossed the floor, headed down the stairwell and led Topaz to their room. As soon as they were inside and the door was shut and locked, Topaz took Alan’s hand, led him across the room and then pushed him onto his back on the bed. As he fell back, she pulled off her shirt and then her bra and climbed on top of him. She actually had pretty big breasts for her small frame.

“I’ve been waiting to have fun with a cute young human boy,” she said, grabbing his wrists and bringing his hands up to lay against her big breasts. He groaned at the feel of them, at their perfect, firm, smooth warmth and her wonderful pink nipples settling against his palms.

“We should get in the tub,” Layla said. “We’re all dirty and you’re going to want to be clean for what comes next.”

“Oh really? All right,” Topaz replied.

She smiled down at him, letting her play with her breasts a bit longer, then got up off of him. Now Alan had a raging hard-on, throbbing in time with his heartbeat. He quickly got up and shed his clothing, eager and almost desperate for sexual pleasure. Once the three of them were naked, they slipped into the tub, which was just barely big enough for all three of them.

“Here,” Layla said, pulling Topaz into her lap, facing away from her, “let me help you get clean, pretty girl.”

She put the soft rag they normally used beneath the water and in between Topaz’s crotch, up against her pussy. The petite elf’s face lit up and she let out a long moan as Layla began rubbing. “Oh yes...” she whispered.

Alan watched the two women as Layla rubbed Topaz’s pussy. He took at Topaz’s wonderful body, now that he could see it fully naked. She had lithe, trim muscle and a great figure. Her hips had a really sexy curve to them and her thighs were pretty well-developed, thick with muscle and nicely padded, too.

Abruptly, Layla stopped rubbing her pussy.

“Okay, Alan, your turn. Do what you do best,” she said.

He grinned and knew exactly what she meant. Well, if there was one way to make a great impression on the new girl, it would be by doing this.

“Come here, beautiful,” he said, feeling oddly more comfortable now that they were all naked, but still feeling pretty fucking intimidated by her exaggerated beauty. He always thought that elves had a touch the divine in them.

Topaz smiled at him and slid across the tub. They spent a moment making out and he felt his heart trembling and his body shudder in excitement as she pressed her red lips to his and slipped her little tongue into his mouth. Alan could feel himself breathing more quickly and heavily in anticipation as he made out with her and slipped his hands down her wet, smooth back to her amazingly tight, fit ass. He groped it as they kissed.

After another minute or so, he came away from her, then had her sit up on the edge of the tub. She did so, and he buried his face down in between her thick thighs.

As he started massaging her clit with the tip of his tongue and going to work on her pussy, Topaz cried out, then let out a long moan. “Oh, Layla, you found yourself one fantastic fucking boytoy!” she cried. “Fuck, I can see why you’re so serious about him...” she moaned, then let out another loud cry of pleasure as he kept eating her out.

“He has other qualities, I assure you,” Layla said.

Topaz continued moaning, her voice going higher in pitch as he started using more of his tongue, pushing harder and licking faster. Before long, he slipped a finger up into her and started fucking her with it, pushing it rapidly up into her most sensitive spot, feeling the amazing suction of her hot, wet pussy as he slid it in and out. He was really looking forward to putting his dick in her. Topaz let out a startled cry and then immediately started to orgasm.

Alan pulled back slightly, but kept fingering her, pushing hard and fast up into her as she came. Her whole body trembled with the climax, her breasts bouncing beautifully as she cried out and twitched and spasmed. A hot spray of sex juices escaped her pussy from around his finger, getting all over his hand and wrist and forearm.

As she came down from her climax, Topaz fell back against the wall, panting. “Holy fuck, it’s been too long since I’ve had an orgasm like that.” She smiled down at Alan, then slipped nimbly back into the water with him and gave him a firm kiss on the lips. “Get up on the side of the tub. I want Layla to help me return the favor,” she said.

“Okay,” he replied, almost trembling with eagerness as he took her place.

Layla slid over and joined her, both women down in the water now, looking up at him. They appeared almost as sex deities, naked and wet and fantastic, a look of perfect lust on their faces. They both opened their mouths and let their tongues snake out, then Topaz grabbed his cock with her small but firm grip and they both leaned in and started licking up it, dragging their tongues slowly and sensuously across the head of his dick.

“Oh fuck!” he groaned.

The pleasure was like a lightning strike. Alan watched in rapturous joy as both women continued to lick his cock, then started taking turns sucking it. Topaz was especially good at giving head. Her movements were slow and sure and she had her hand involved, sliding it smoothly up and down his dick, giving extra pleasure. Then she would pass it over to Layla, who would take it into her mouth and bob her head smoothly up and down, going faster with a bit more enthusiasm, occasionally flicking her tongue across its head.

“Come for us,” Topaz said. “I want to swallow for you.”

Layla took his dick out of her mouth and passed it over to Topaz, who resumed her slow, sensual dick sucking. After she’d said that, it didn’t take much longer. Alan let out a cry of almost startled pleasure as a jolt of pure, red hot bliss exploded from deep inside of him. He moaned with complete abandon as his cock emptied itself into Topaz’s mouth, spraying out hot, thick spurts of his seed. Topaz took it all without complaint, continued to suck and slide her fingers slowly up and down his shaft, as if trying to drain him of every last drop.

She sucked until the end, when he had nothing left to give, then she kept sucking. When she seemed sure that he was finished, she slowly pulled it out of her mouth, keeping her lips shut. Once it was free, she swallowed.

“I hope that was sufficiently good,” she said, “because you gave me a really good orgasm.”

“It was fan-fucking-tastic,” Alan replied with great emphasis. He slid carefully back into the tub and laid there for a bit with his eyes closed.

“And now, we fuck,” Layla said. “I want my orgasm.”

“You’ll get it, I promise,” Topaz replied. “But we should do it in bed.”

“I’ll be there in a minute, you two can get started without me,” Alan said.

“Sounds great,” Layla replied, clearly eager and horny.

He watched both women get out and quickly dry off, then hurry over to the bed. The both got into it and started making out passionately, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies. Alan finished washing himself off and as soon as he felt the stirrings of a second erection, something he was a little concerned about given that he normally didn’t have the best bounce back after an orgasm, especially one as good as the one he’d just experienced, he got out and dried off. By the time he got into the bed, Layla was lying on her back with her legs spread, moaning in intense pleasure as Topaz, on her hands and knees, orally pleasured her.

Getting into position behind Topaz, he stared down at her round, fit ass. It was paler than the rest of her was, as were her breasts. She seemed to have the same taste in clothing that Layla did, that is to say, not much of it.

Her pussy was a glistening pink slit. Alan guided his cock up to it and then pushed himself carefully inside. Topaz left out a loud, muffled moan of pleasure as he penetrated her. A fresh wave of bliss rolled through him as he pushed himself into her hot, wet elf pussy. It was every bit as amazing and wonderful and pleasurable as he had imagined it to be. More so, even. Alan laid his hands on her hips and gripped them firmly, fucking her at a nice, steady speed, watching her as she ate Layla out, then watching Layla as she moaned and writhed in pleasure.

He wasn’t sure how long he lasted, time seemed to lose meaning when he was having sex, but all at once he was orgasming a second time. Alan felt a cry of pleasure escape him as his dick began heaving and jerking a second time, pushing harder and deeper into Topaz’s pussy, causing her to cry out. At about the same time he began to come, Layla started to orgasm as well. All of them moaned in a chorus of bliss.

Alan kept feeling his hips jerking forward and wave upon wave of raw pleasure careened through him until his second orgasm had run its course. As it did, he carefully pulled his cock from Topaz’s pussy and sat down heavily on the bed.

“Fuck,” he whispered, sweating now, his head a bit swimmy. He yawned. “I’m tired all of a sudden.”

“Sex will do that to you,” Topaz replied, sitting up and wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. She stretched and yawned as well. “Think all three of us can fit in this bed?” she asked.

“I’d like to find out,” Layla replied.

Alan put out most of the candles in the room, leaving a dim one lit, and then crawled in bed with the women. They had him get between them and he ended up lying against Topaz’s back, putting an arm around her and pulling her close to him. Layla laid against his back. It was indeed a tight fit, but they managed.

Before he knew it, Alan was drifting off to sleep.

CHAPTER II

He felt hands on him. Soft-furred, warm, strong hands on him, pushing him over onto his back. Alan didn’t know what was going on. Sleepiness surrounded him like a fog and it seemed a great effort to even open his eyes.

“Wha...” he mumbled, feeling another warmth at his back.

“Shh.”

Almost unconsciously, he shifted, moving where the hands wanted him to move. As he laid on his back, he felt someone straddle him.

“Just lemme get off, then I’ll get you off, then you can back to sleep.” Layla. It was Layla. She wanted her morning fuck.

Alan finally opened his eyes. In the dim light of the single candle they’d left burning and the morning light coming in through the high up windows, he could see her. She looked beautiful, her naked body almost statuesque above him, her smile full of lust and joy as she reached for his cock down in between them.

Judging by the light coming in through the window, it was still very early, maybe half an hour past sunrise. Layla liked to get up early, he didn’t. It was something they were still working on. Usually they ended up taking turns compromising. Alan groaned as she slotted his cock into her. Lowering herself, she let out a low, soft moan. He became sheathed in a perfect cocoon of hot, wet bliss, tightly coiled around his cock.

Layla began to ride him.

The pleasure lit him up and he reached out almost without thinking about it, grasping her firm hips, feeling the soft warmth of her fur against his skin.

“That’s it...that’s it...” she whispered, and now she was rocking back and forth, grinding on his cock, rubbing her clit against him, trying to get herself off. Layla always told him that nothing quite started the day off like an orgasm from sex. He’d never turned her down for sex yet because she tended to be right.

Their morning sex almost always turned out to be short and frantic and, sure enough, thirty seconds later, Layla was gasping, moaning, twitching. She became much hotter and wetter inside as she came and her sex juices escaped her pussy around the tight seal of his cock, dribbling down it to pool on his stomach and thighs.

“Okay, baby,” she whispered, “okay, you can come in me now.”

She continued riding his cock, trying to focus on his pleasure, and Alan stopped trying to hold back. He let himself enjoy the sex, let himself feel it, every last sensation of it. He was groggy and almost incoherent with tiredness, but he was enjoying this tremendously. Layla kept riding his dick until it started to kick inside of her and a blossom of pure pleasure began to expand within him, radiating out from his core, filling him head to toe with powerful, hot bliss. He groaned, reaching up and grabbing her tits as he deposited his seed into her. She let him do so until he had finished and there was nothing left coming out of him.

Alan let out another groan as she got up off of him, his sticky, softening cock falling away from her pussy.

“Good boy,” she murmured, patting his chest as she got out of the bed. “Back to sleep now.”

“Thank you,” he mumbled.

She gave him a kiss on the forehead. “You’re welcome.”

Before he knew it, Alan was back asleep.

…

When he came awake the next time, he was more coherent and there was a lot more light in the room. Trying to sort out fact from fiction, (he tended to have a lot more sex dreams nowadays), he sat up slowly and surveyed first the bed, then the room. He surmised that yes, Layla was gone and yes, she must have fucked him earlier and then left. She did that sometimes when she didn’t feel like waiting for him and wanted to get some hunting done or training or just go for a run or something. He looked over and determined again that, yes, he had actually gotten blown by and then engaged in a threesome with a ridiculously hot elf woman.

Topaz was asleep, lying on her back, the blanket pulled down a bit, revealing her large, pale breasts with the perfect pink nipples. She looked very beautiful in her sleep, her red hair a mess, her mouth open slightly.

How had he managed to sleep with her?

He still didn’t understand it and really, in a way, he didn’t want to question it. He didn’t want to question why she had let him fuck her, because he felt like if he called too much attention to this question, she would realize that he was right, someone who looked like him had no business having sex with someone who looked like her, and she’d cease having sex with him. He was probably being paranoid, but he was just a paranoid guy.

Topaz shifted and her eyes opened. He wondered if she would be upset or creeped out by the fact that he’d kind of been watching her sleep. But when her vivid green eyes fell on him, she favored him with a beautiful smile.

“Hey cutie,” she said, stretching and then yawning. “What’s up? Where’s Layla?”

“Not here,” he replied. “That’s all I know.” Then, suddenly remembering that Layla sometimes left him notes, he looked around and spied a piece of parchment on the bedside table. He grabbed it and read it over, then laughed.

“What? Note from her?” Topaz asked, sitting up.

“Yep. It reads: ‘Dear sex friends, because I know you two love to sleep in so late, I’m getting up early and going to get some breakfast and maybe head out to market. And because I know you two so well, yes, you have my permission to fuck without me around. -Layla.’”

“Awesome! I love a morning fuck. Wanna do it in the tub?” she asked.

He nodded, surprised that she’d jumped to sex that quickly again. He found it interesting that he never really got around to asking these women for sex, they always asked him first. Which was great, because he was terrible at asking for it.

“You’re so cute when you’re nervous,” Topaz said, getting up out of bed and crossing the room. She poked around for a bit until she came up with a bottle of strawberry juice and drank from it, swishing it around in her mouth before swallowing to kill her morning breath. Alan got up and she turned to offer it to him. “Do I intimidate you?” she asked.

“Yes. A great deal,” Alan admitted, then he took a drink and did the same.

“Why?”

“You are a lot more attractive than I am.”

“I’m not that much more attractive than you.”

“No, you really are. I mean, just...you’re so beautiful.”

“Well, thank you, Alan. But don’t underestimate yourself. You’re really cute, too, you know. Now, come on, no more of this. I’m fucking starved for sex right now. Fuck me in the tub. Fuck me like a cheap whore,” she said, taking his hand, grinning and leading him across the room. Well what could he say to that besides an enthusiastic yes?

They got into the tub together and she immediately began making out with him, moaning softly as she pressed her full, hot lips against his. Alan stopped trying to analyze the situation and started just trying to enjoy it. He ran his hands over her smooth, tanned body, lingering on her big breasts, groping and gently squeezing them, loving the soft yet firm feel of them against his grasp, then around and down her smooth back to the firm curve of her ass.

Fuck, she felt so amazing.

Alan had always had a really serious thing for elf girls. Especially redheads.

Topaz broke the kiss, her lips hovering half an inch away, her eyes right in front of his, staring long into his gaze. “Lay back,” she whispered. “Let me take care of you.”

He laid back against the wall, staring at her trim, tight body as she settled herself in his lap, facing him, spreading her legs, resting on her knees. He reached back around her and grabbed her ass as she reached down between them and gripped his cock with her firm grasp. She lowered herself, then let out a loud moan as she slid his cock smoothly into her amazingly tight elf pussy. She reached out and grabbed the sides of the tub to steady herself, then started going up and down. Alan simply sat back and watched her work.

She was like some kind of ultimate, divine sex being. Her tight, fit body flowed smoothly up and down perfectly, sliding her pussy along his cock, filling him with pink bliss. Being inside of her was absolute, pure bliss. The feeling of her tight, hot pussy clenched around his dick, riding it, was enough to send him over the edge almost immediately. But he held on, wanting more of this, more sex, and to get her off.

He wanted to pleasure her, although he wasn’t exactly in a position to do so. She seemed to really be enjoying herself. She was sure being noisy enough. She was panting, letting out a series of high-pitched moans.

“Fuck! Yes! I love human cock!” she moaned. “Oh, Gods, Alan, it feels so good...”

“It feels amazing,” he groaned in agreement, reaching up and grabbing her big, wet tits and squeezing them, groping them, enjoying every second of this.

“Oh, I’m gonna...it’s...” she let out a prolonged moan of desperate pleasure as she started coming all over his dick. “Ohhhhhhh yes!” she cried.

Alan felt the first burst of his own orgasm as his dick spasmed hard inside of her. The first of his seed was ejected deep into her pussy as his cock began to drain itself into her, filling her up one, hard contraction at a time, each one spitting out a fresh volley of his seed. Both of them moaned and writhed against each other as they came in unity.

As her orgasm died off, Topaz sagged against him, resting her chin on his shoulder, breathing heavily in his ear.

“How was that?” she asked, getting her breath back. “You really seemed to be enjoying yourself, Alan.”

“I did. I really did,” he replied with feeling. “I don’t know if you’ve picked up on this, but I’ve really got a thing for elf girls. Especially redheads.”

“Interesting,” Topaz said. She got up off of him, taking his cock out of her, and sat back against the other side of the tub, where she began to clean herself up. “You know, that’s pretty rare. I mean, I figured you were into different kinds of girls from being with Layla, and I knew you wanted me from the way you were eye-fucking me when we first met, but now I’m kind of curious. Is there any species of woman you wouldn’t fuck?” she asked.

“We’re talking, like, sentient here, right?”

“Yes. And I don’t just mean felis and beryls and elves. I mean like monster women, too. Serpentines and mermaids and harpies...”

“Why do you want to know?” he asked.

“I’m just curious,” she replied, then she reached out and rubbed his leg under the water. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to judge you. I did just fuck you twice, you and Layla. You can assume that I’m pretty sexually liberal.”

“Yeah...I just...it’s a thing that makes me nervous to talk about. Having sex outside your own species just is not done where I come from, and wanting to fuck an elf or a felis is considered weird but at least can be filed away under like a dark, secret kink or something. But wanting to have sex with a mermaid or a dryad or a harpy...no, they condemn you for that. But, right now, there isn’t any species I can think of that I wouldn’t at least try making love with.”

“Really? Now that is interesting. I’ve met humans who want to fuck me. I think a lot of them want to fuck elves, honestly, and they’re just hiding it, because they think they’ll be judged. And I’ve met a lot fewer who are willing to fuck a beryl or a felis. But humans who are willing to make love with monster women are...you are a rare breed indeed. I’ve only come across maybe four in my whole time traveling. I mean, I guess I could have come across more, but they might not have brought it up. But you get the idea.”

She paused for a few seconds, then a slow smile spread across her face. “So, have you?” she asked coyly.

“Have I...”

“Done it? Have you fucked any monster women?”

“Well...”

“Oh, come on! Don’t tease me like that. Tell me!”

“I fucked a half-giantess several times. Not exactly a monster woman, but a woman in a class all her own. And yes, I have fucked several dryads, and a flower nymph. And it was fucking amazing. Dryads can fuck like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Oh I know!” Topaz replied. “Dryad fucking is actually a little more common among my people, since we tend to dwell in the forests. I’ve fucked several dryads myself. Mostly guys but some girls, too. Dryads can eat pussy unlike any other species. It’s just...oh, they’re so hot, and they’re naked all the time...”

“It was quite the experience. Layla and I and two of her friends, the half-giantess being one of them, had, like an orgy with a bunch of dryads. Two orgies, actually.”

“Ugh, I am so jealous! I’ve always been by myself with the dryads. I’d love to have a threeway with Layla and a dryad, or with you and a dryad, that’d be great.”

“Maybe there’s one nearby...”

“Maybe there is,” Topaz said, her grin broadening. “Maybe that can be what we do today. Come on, let’s go find Layla and breakfast.”

They both finished washing up and got up out of the tub. As soon as they’d dried off, they dressed in fresh sets of clothing, put out the final candle and left the room. Alan locked the door and they walked down the corridor, up the stairs and into the restaurant and bar area of the inn. There weren’t all that many people around and judging by the position of the sun and the lack of people, Alan figured it somewhere around ten in the morning. The breakfast rush was gone and the lunch rush had yet to arrive.

He and Topaz sat down at a table after ordering eggs, bacon, venison, and milk.

“I was curious, what brings you to Redwood?” he asked.

“Nothing in particular,” Topaz replied with an easy shrug. “I’d just been spending a lot of time around my home village, helping my parents on their farm, and I wanted to go back to adventuring again. I love adventuring.”

“It’s pretty interesting. I’ve just started doing it myself.”

“Oh really? Yeah, Layla never really told me how you two hooked up...”

As their meals came and they started to eat, Alan filled her in on the basics of his life and how he had come to be in Layla’s company. By the time he’d finished up his story, they had finished up their meal, and Layla still wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

“Maybe we should go track her down,” Topaz said. “What do you think?”

“Sounds like a good idea to me. I...miss her,” he replied.

“Aw, that’s so cute. I bet she misses you, too. Come on.”

They stood up, left some coins on the table and headed out of the building. Outside, it was still gray and a light rain was falling. As they started walking through Redwood, which seemed subdued and quiet, towards the marketplace, Alan felt suddenly worried. It was almost like the miserable gray weather was heraldic.

He tried to push the paranoid feelings off but…

No, he couldn’t. Because he knew that people who were in tune with magic, like he was, could sometimes feel bad events coming to them, before they actually happened. But what did it mean? The biggest problem with slight precognition was that there was absolutely no way to tell the severity or even nature of the event. Usually it was bad, but there was a difference between something like getting broken up with by your girlfriend and, say, your entire village being slaughtered by the undead. There wasn’t even a way to tell if it was going to happen to you or someone around you. If it would happen today or tomorrow.

Although it usually happened fairly soon after you got the bad feeling.

Alan decided to keep his peace for now and simply be extra wary. It was also entirely possible that he was just being paranoid, that he was just having an off day and nothing bad was going to happen at all.

They walked together through the city, and before long, Topaz took his hand in hers, lacing their fingers together. He couldn’t help but smile. It made him feel good, feel warm. There was something so immediately intimate about holding hands with your fingers interlaced. It was weird how such a simple gesture could hold so much meaning. He also kind of liked some of the looks he was getting from some of the human guys walking around or tending to their stalls. A look of kind of wistful envy that Alan had the affections of such a beautiful redheaded elf girl. He tried not to let it get to him too much, but it felt good to be on the other end of that feeling for once.

They found Layla at a fletcher, getting more arrows. She seemed to sense them as they approached and, as she finished up her transaction, she turned around and favored them with a smile. “Hey, you two! I’m glad you made it out here. I found a perfect sword for you, Alan. Come on, this way,” she said, leading them off.

“I take it you’ve been having a successful time shopping,” Topaz said.

“Yep. And I take it from that glow you two have about you that you had a session of filthy, filthy fucking after I left?”

“Oh yeah. It was so filthy we had to do it in the bathtub,” Topaz replied with a grin.

Alan could feel his face growing warm.

“Well, I know how you love riding dick in bathtubs,” Layla replied.

“You like it, too,” Topaz shot back. “You like doing more than that, if I recall.”

“Yes. Lots more. Which we will discuss later, because we need to get Alan here a sword and keep him from blushing any more.”

He sighed.

“That’s so cute,” Topaz said, grinning at him. She leaned in and gave him a kiss. “You two make a very interesting couple.”

“That’s certainly true,” Layla replied.

Still holding hands with Topaz, Alan followed Layla across the marketplace and over to a blacksmith. Inside, it was much dimmer and the air was thick with heat. Everything felt enclosed and claustrophobic. The front of the building served as a very basic waiting area, and a bored-looking teenager sat behind the counter. Behind him, hung on the walls, were all manner of killing tools. Swords and daggers and axes and maces and much more.

“What can I do for you?” he asked over the sound of the blacksmith hammering away in the back of the building.

“I’d like to see that sword,” Layla replied, pointing.

The guy got up, turned around and grabbed it. He handed it to her hilt-first. Layla, in turn, handed it to Alan. He accepted it, studying it. The blade was made of polished silver and was maybe two feet long. It felt good in his hands, sturdy, well-balanced, and it looked very sharp.

“Do you like it?” Layla asked.

“Yeah, it’s really nice,” he replied. He did like it, a great deal.

“Good.” She looked at the kid behind the counter. “We’ll take it. And a leather scabbard. And a cleaning rag.”

He ducked down behind the counter, rooted around for a bit and then came back up with what she’d asked for. “Fifty coin, altogether,” he said.

Alan paid for it out of his coin, since it was going to him, and sheathed the sword, then tied the scabbard to his belt and stuffed the rag into his pocket. It would probably take him a little bit to get used to the added weight.

The three of them headed back out into the dim sunlight. “All right, Alan, moment of truth. Come on. While I was out buying food, drink, and the other basic supplies that keep us alive on the road, I managed to come across a nice little mage’s shop. They do indeed have a camp-in-a-bag for sale, but it’s expensive and I don’t know if we have enough between us.”

“Well, I’ve got...hold on.”

While they walked, Alan counted up how much gold he had left. It wasn’t a great deal, well, compared to what he’d seen come and go recently since he’d started adventuring. “Okay,” he said, “I’ve got a hundred and ten gold and two rubies I’ve been holding onto.”

“That might be enough,” Layla said. “I’ve got two hundred and sixty gold and a sapphire left. Here’s hoping.”

“I can cover whatever you guys don’t have,” Topaz said. “You’ll just have to pay me back in sexual favors,” she added with a mischievous grin.

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

“Thank you, Topaz,” Layla said.

They came to the magic shop. Inside, it was poorly lit and strange colors emanated from curious looking crystal, bubbling glass containers, and overly shiny pieces of jewelry and weapons and pieces of armor.

“I’m here for the camp-in-a-bag,” Layla said.

“Good. Did you get together the coin?” the woman behind the counter asked. “Because I’m still going to need five hundred coins.”

“I was thinking we could make a slight adjustment to that. I have gems,” Layla replied.

The woman looked at the trio with a sour expression, then sighed. “Show me what you’ve got,” she replied.

They laid out the three hundred and fifty coins, (keeping twenty back to themselves, since they didn’t want to be completely broke), as well as the three gems. The mage scrutinized these, frowning and muttering quietly to herself, then she straightened up. “Throw in another fifty coins, and you can have it,” she replied.

Alan and Layla looked at Topaz, who nodded to them and tossed a fifty-coin bag onto the counter. The mage took it, counted it out, scooped everything up into a bag of her own and then set the camp-in-the-bag onto the counter and told them the activating word for it. After thanking her, the trio headed back outside into the gray sunlight.

“Well, we finally have one,” Layla said, grinning at the little bag in her hand. “Hard to believe an entire campsite is held within this bag,” she murmured.

“The wonders of magic. Hopefully it isn’t a crap campsite,” Topaz replied.

“It better not be or I’m coming back and having a word with her. Now, what are we going to do with the rest of our day?” Layla asked, looking at the two them.

Topaz began to respond. “I was thinking we could-”

“Topaz!”

She stopped talking abruptly and they all looked around for whoever had called out her name. Alan spied a trim elven woman hurrying through the crowd, rushing towards her. “Claire!” Topaz replied as the woman crossed the distance between them. She was breathing heavily. “Claire, what’s wrong?” she asked.

“Your parent’s farm was attacked,” Claire replied. “Try not to worry, they’re fine and the farm itself is still intact, but it was robbed. I agreed to come find you as soon as I heard what happened. They’re waiting for you back in Bryne.”

“Gods,” Topaz muttered, staring at Claire. “Do they have any idea who or why?”

“No, nothing, but that was six hours ago. I hurried straight here.”

“Thank you, Claire,” she said, hugging her briefly but fiercely. Topaz sighed heavily, then turned to face Layla. “I know we just found each other again and we were hoping for something a bit more casual, but...”

“Yes, I’ll go with you, Topaz. Of course,” Layla replied.

Topaz looked at Alan, and he nodded. “Yes,” he said simply.

She smiled. “Thank you. Come on, we have to leave right now.”

And so, it seemed, Alan was going to pass into elven territory now.

…

The worry had ebbed away after two hours.

Layla and Topaz had set out at a fast pace, but after about an hour, they’d slackened off when they noticed Claire lagging behind and it had abruptly occurred to them that she had just finished walking for six hours, and now she had to do it all over again. Layla felt guilty about that, but she did know that elves tended to have a higher endurance than humans, and Claire wasn’t complaining. After so much walking, they were finally getting into long conversations. And then Alan had to go and ask the embarrassing question.

“So, Topaz, how did you and Layla meet originally?” he asked.

Topaz got that big fucking smirk on her face that she so often liked to wear and Layla just sighed and shook her head and kept walking.

“Well, Alan, that’s actually a very interesting story. And by interesting, I mean really embarrassing. And I’m sure Layla wouldn’t want me telling it...”

“Oh, go ahead,” Layla replied, rolling her eyes. “You might as well.”

Topaz laughed. “Okay, then. So, there I was, about three years ago, in the Redwood Forest. Not all that far from where we’re going now, Bryne, my home village. I’d just gotten back from wandering the land not all that long ago at that point and I’d picked up a bounty hunting job. Seems there were goblins around and they were causing problems. I’d spent almost an entire day killing them, a lot of them, actually, doing the whole ‘hunt from the shadows’ thing, you know. Which is a lot of fun. And it was getting late.

“I was too tired to walk back home, so I decided I was just going to spend the night out in the woods. I’d done it often enough. I made camp by a little pond and after eating, I decided to go skinny dipping and wash off for the day. And maybe five minutes after I get in there, totally naked, I hear something nearby, turn, look, and what do I see but a felis hiding, poorly I might add, in the bushes, spying on me and my naked body.”

“I wasn’t spying!” Layla growled. “I mean, not at first.”

“That is how you met?” Alan asked, unable to keep from laughing.

“Yes. That is how we met,” Layla replied with a sigh.

“It gets better!” Topaz interjected. “And by better, I mean more humiliating. You see, Layla was in nothing but her panties, and I mean nothing. It was all she had left. She’d lost everything in a card game with a group of traveling merchants, and then she’d gotten lost because she’d wandered into unknown territory by herself, too frustrated and embarrassed to take directions from the guys that had pretty much stripped her bare.”

“So, when I saw the campfire, I figured, ‘hey, maybe I can get some directions to town,’ you know? Seemed reasonable. And it was getting dark. And cold.”

“And lonely, apparently,” Topaz replied, and she could practically hear the smile in her voice. “I asked her if she was enjoying the show and she mumbled something or other that basically translated to, ‘please help me, I’m naked and hungry’. So I, being the generous soul that I am, fed her, gave her some clothes, and then...seduced her. It wasn’t hard. She was being a little bit of a whore that night,” she said with a big grin.

“Okay, that’s it!” Layla snapped, turning around and wrapping her hands around Topaz’s slim neck. “I’m going to fucking strangle you.”

“Hey,” Topaz said, reaching up, grabbing her wrists and pulling her hands away, “I told you, only in bed.”

Layla glanced back and saw that Alan was giving them a very interested look. She grinned. “Oh yeah, I forgot, Alan here has never been exposed to the rougher side of sex. Maybe the two of you could give that a shot,” she suggested.

“Oh yeah?” Topaz replied, looking back at him. “What do you say, Alan? You wanna slap me around the next time we fuck? Maybe give me a black eye? Choke me? Pull my hair?”

“I...uh...um...”

Claire looked about as awkward as he must have felt right then.

“You don’t have to answer now, dear. Just think it over. And if you aren’t into it, then that’s fine, too. Now, finish your story,” Layla said.

“Ah yes, my story. Well, after I seduced Layla and got her to eat my pussy all night long, she told me that she wasn’t in the best of situations, and not just because she’d just gotten robbed.”

Layla sighed. “No. I’d just walked through three different small villages along the edge of Redwood and every time I entered town, I had at minimum three encounters with racist assholes. Fucking humans and their fucking small minded bigotry...” She hesitated and glanced back at Alan. “No offense, babe.”

“None taken, I’m right there with you. Bigots need to shut the fuck up,” he replied.

She smiled. “Thanks. So yeah, I’d finally just marched right off into elven territory, because my experiences with elves had been good, for the most part. Then, of course, the merchants I ran into fleeced me, although they weren’t total dicks about it. But yeah, I was sick of human territory. I told it all to Topaz and she’s being really facetious. She was a real sweetheart to me, she took care of me, let me stay at her parent’s place, and yes, we shared a bed there. I stayed there for several months and met a lot of fun people.”

“If by ‘met’ you mean ‘fucked’,” Topaz said.

“Oh, like you weren’t? I can’t even remember how many threesomes we had with your friends,” Layla shot back.

“I never said it was a problem, or that I wasn’t a horny girl, too...” Topaz paused and glanced back over her shoulder. Layla followed her gaze. Claire, who was still walking beside Alan a little ways back, was giving her a meaningful look. “Come on, Layla, let’s get a little ahead and catch up. And give Claire and Alan some time to get to know each other.”

Layla glanced back at Claire, who gave her an awkward look, then looked away. She smirked. “Sounds like a good idea.”

…

Alan watched the two women speed up a little, putting some more distance in between them. He looked over at Claire. They’d been talking on and off the whole way there, after the initial fear and anxiety of the situation that had been thrust their way had become subdued a bit. She seemed very nervous and awkward, and that’s the main reason he liked her: he knew exactly how she felt. He got weird and awkward around new people, although his reason for acting that way was usually because he was around an attractive woman.

And Claire was attractive.

Although he’d been trying to put his finger on exactly in what way she was. She wasn’t glamorous in the way that Topaz was or sexy and sultry in the way that Layla was. She had a slim, petite body, her proportions more like the elves he’d seen in his time. She was wearing a simple dress and had opted to go barefoot, also like a lot of elves he’d seen and heard about. Her brunette hair was done up in a simple, long ponytail and although he hadn’t seen much of her brown eyes so far, they were nice, from what he could tell.

What he was trying to figure out was how to put into words how he thought she looked. Not that it honestly made any difference to anyone but himself, and not that he thought the only thing that mattered about her was her physical appearance. He already liked her simply for the fact that she’d apparently been willing to drop everything and run for six hours to tell Topaz that her home had been attacked, and then she was willing to turn around and go right back. And she’d been polite and mildly friendly so far.

Though he had an idea that it was only mild because of how awkward she was being.

She was a bit plain, he thought, only she wasn’t. Her beauty was more mild, but she was still, in her own, unique way, quite attractive…

It suddenly dawned on him that this was possibly how Layla and Topaz and the other girls viewed him. Was his attractiveness (he still found it hard to believe that he possessed such a thing) unique in the same way that Claire’s was? She wasn’t obviously or overtly beautiful...but that didn’t mean she wasn’t beautiful.

Why was he focusing on this so much?

Sometimes, Alan wondered why everyone, himself included, tended to put such an emphasis on physical appearance. He supposed it was for a number of reasons. Your brain wanted you to reproduce above all else, so it learned how to pick up certain qualities in a good mate, and those qualities became what everyone tended to consider attractive. Obviously it wasn’t a direct translation for everyone, given how wide and broad people’s tastes tended to fall, but that seemed to be the basic idea. And then, of course, there was the problem that when you first met someone, almost all you had to go off of was what they looked like.

Before you heard their voice, or listened to their opinions, or their thoughts, or got to know basically anything about them, there was just what was before your eyes.

This was getting to be a bit much for him. He tried to restart the conversation.

“So, uh, Claire, how’d you meet Topaz?” he asked.

“We grew up together,” she replied, seemingly both happy and anxious to be talking. “I was in the next farm over. All we had was each other for friends for awhile. She was so...different than me. Confident, loud, never afraid...beautiful. She kind of kept me from fading into the background, I think. I owe a lot to her.”

“You’re beautiful, too,” Alan said, before he could think better of it, then immediately wondered why the fuck he’d said that.

See, this was the problem. He was a fucking idiot when it came to talking to attractive women. Hooking up with Layla and Rachel and Topaz now hadn’t really helped that at all.

But instead of stopping talking to him or giving him a weird look and then hurrying forward to join the others, she just smiled a small smile and began to blush fiercely. It was a lot easier to tell on her, since she was so pale.

“Thank you,” she murmured. After a moment, she picked back up her narrative. “When she left to start her wandering, her adventures, I couldn’t go with her. I’m not the adventuring type. I mean, I can fight, I know a bit of magic, I can defend myself, but I don’t want to. I prefer to stay at home, relax, read, soak in a tub after work.”

“I know exactly what you mean,” Alan replied. “I used to be that way. I’m still kind of am that way, I’m still adjusting. What do you do for a living?”

“I help run a magic shop in town and sometimes I go out gathering plants and herbs from the forest...what made you want to become an adventurer?” Claire replied.

“A few things, I guess,” he answered, wondering how he was going to put this into words. “I guess what got me started on the idea was the fact that everyone in my family has been an adventurer at one point in their life or another. My parents were, to be sure. I mean, it’s even in my last name: Wilde. That was part of it. But I’ve also always had kind of an urge to get out and try it, to see, once and for all, if it was for me. And, I guess it was. Plus...” he hesitated and looked forward at Layla, who was a good twenty feet ahead of them now with Topaz, talking quietly and occasionally glancing back over her shoulder at them.

“Well, Layla...enticed me. With her body. At first, at least. And there were a couple other girls we were traveling with too that were, um, interested.”

“Oh...” Claire murmured.  “Um...what’s it like?”

“What’s what like?” he asked.

She hesitated. “Nevermind.”

“No, come on, you asked for a reason. You can ask me. I won’t snap at you if I don’t want to answer the question.”

She sighed softly. “Okay. What’s it like, um...being...intimate, with someone who isn’t from your own species?”

“Oh...that. It’s...amazing. I love it so much. In fact, of the women that I’ve slept with since starting this adventure, only one of them has been my own species.”

“Really? Which other species have you, you know, been with?” she asked, seeming more interested now that she’d pushed past her initial fear of asking. Then she pulled back a little. “I mean, if you don’t mind talking about it...”

“It’s fine. Although, I have to admit, it feels a little weird talking about this with someone I’ve just met today. On the other hand, given my experiences over the past month, and the fact that everyone keeps insisting that elves are more sexually liberal, I guess it’s not that weird. Although is that a presumption on my part? I’m sorry if it is.”

“No, it’s not. I’m pretty open. I love sex, I just...”

“Just what?”

“Nothing. You were saying?”

“Well, if you haven’t been able to pick up on it already, Layla and I are together. We’ve had a lot of sex. And I’ve made love with Topaz twice now. So, felis and elves. I also traveled with a half-giantess that was very sexually open and very interested in me. And I also had an encounter with several dryads and a flower nymph,” he replied.

“Wow...” Claire murmured. “And, I mean, it’s...that easy? You just...do it?”

“Well...yeah. It’s honestly not much different than sex with my own species, for the most part. If anything, it’s actually a lot better. There’s kind of a thrill there, I guess.”

“I see...” she said softly.

That seemed to satisfy her for the moment and they continued walking through Redwood.

…

They made good time, managing to get to Bryne in about five and a half hours. There was still a fair amount of daylight left.

Layla felt her heart skip a beat as she saw a thin tendril of smoke rising into the air as they moved away from the outskirts of the village and towards Topaz’s family farm. The four of them began running when they saw it, but Layla wasn’t too worried. If there was a fire raging out of control, there’d be a lot more smoke.

As it was, they got there quickly and found the farm intact.

Layla felt a strange mixture of emotions as she and Topaz led their small group down the winding road through the small fields of vegetables and grain that her parents tended to. It had been almost a year and a half since she’d been back here and she was so grateful to see it. A powerful sense of nostalgia hit her as she walked up that dirt path. She hadn’t been entirely truthful when telling her story earlier.

She hadn’t left human territory just because of running into racist idiots. Sure, that was a symptom, but not a problem. She’d been hurting after a really nasty breakup with one of her friends with benefits. They’d been going steady for about a month at that point and she actually really liked him, but one day they had split up to go in search of some new fuck friends for the night, and she’d found a cute guy, a blacksmith, who had been very happy to sleep with a felis, so he’d taken her home and they had had a great night.

The next day, she wanted to hang out with the blacksmith some more, but when she ran into her current boytoy again and he saw the two of them together, he’d fucking lost it. He’d picked a fight with the guy and it was no small matter. It was a knockdown, drag-out fucking fight that resulted in the both of them being thrown in the local prison for a couple days. Layla had gone to visit him to figure out what in the fuck had set him off.

Turned out, they were old enemies. Very, very bad enemies. The blacksmith had talked her boytoy’s original girlfriend, a girl he’d intended to marry some ten years ago, into bed with him and it had left a wicked nasty scar on his soul. And he simply couldn’t be with her anymore now that she’d slept with the guy too, even though it had been a complete accident. No matter what she said, he wouldn’t speak to her anymore.

So Layla had left.

What had really gotten to her was how much it bothered her that he’d broken it off with her. She wasn’t supposed to be getting attached.

Another thing that had struck her when she’d found Topaz and moved in with her, undergoing a long period of spiritual and emotional healing, was that she never seemed to have bad or nasty breakups with girls.

It was probably why she preferred them, and why she didn’t mind having longer, more serious relationships with them.

As Layla approached the farm, she embraced the other primary emotions she was feeling: fear and anxiety. Seeing a place that was so dear to her having suffered such an attack messed with her. But the front door was open, and she could see Topaz’s parents moving around inside, cleaning up. Several of the windows were broken and there were still a few corpses around, though they’d been laid out on the front porch.

“Mom! Dad!” Topaz called, rushing ahead of the group and in through the front door. Layla, Alan, and Claire joined them a moment later, staying at the edge of the living room. There was broken furniture, blood spilled on the floor, glass, too. Topaz stood in the middle of the room, fiercely hugging her parents.

“What happened?” she asked.

“Early this morning, before sunrise, we were woken up by the sound of glass breaking,” her father began, frowning and looking around at the mess in the living room, “we got up, grabbed some swords and went to investigate. Found a bunch of people covered in head-to-toe black armor tearing the place apart and did our best to fight them off. All we managed to do was kill a few and keep ourselves alive, but the others kept ransacking the place.”

“Did they take anything?” Layla asked.

“That’s the weird thing. Well, one of them, anyway. They stole our family heirloom. The gem that grandpa found on one of his adventures. And that was it. That was all they took. They definitely seemed too well organized to be common thieves. The guards have been by, though honestly they weren’t all that much help. There’s been a recent spat of undead cropping up all over the area and so they’ve had their hands full with that.”

“I’m sorry,” Topaz murmured.

“It’s okay,” her mother replied. “We’re fine, the house is fine, for the most part. It’ll take a week or so to get everything fixed up. Despite everything, it feels like we dodged an arrow here.”

“I’m getting the gem back,” Topaz said, stepping back from them.

“Topaz...” her father replied, hesitating. Layla knew that hesitation. As happy and carefree as Topaz was, when she was angry...well, there wasn’t a whole lot anyone could do to stop her if she wanted to do something.

And Topaz was boiling just then.

“Don’t try to talk me out of it. I’m going after them. I’m finding them, killing them all, and getting the gem back. No one fucking attacks and steals from my family.” She turned around and looked dead at Layla, who had to fight not to take a step back. “Layla-”

“Yes, Topaz, I’ll help you,” she replied, which seemed to soften her anger a bit. Although...Layla glanced over at Alan. This was going to be dangerous, and he didn’t really have a personal stake in this. “Alan...”

“I’ll go,” he replied.

“Are you sure? You could stay in town.”

“No, I’m going. You’ll need someone to watch out for you and it’d be better if there were three of us, all watching out for each other.”

“I can watch out for myself, Alan,” Layla replied, a touch more defensively than she meant to.

“I know, Layla. That much is obvious. But you aren’t perfect or omniscient. And besides, this is the right thing to do,” he said simply.

She tried not to sigh. He had a point. Why didn’t she want him coming? Probably the same reason she didn’t want him to feel like he had to look out for her. Not because she could look out for herself, which she knew she could, but because it was a higher level of personal involvement. This wasn’t a job or an adventure or fun, this was the kind of thing you did for someone you...well, someone you loved.

“Fine,” she said. “And thank you,” she made herself say, because buried even deeper, beneath these worries, was another feeling. She was grateful that he was coming along. She’d grown used to his company and she didn’t want to be away from him for too long.

“Did they leave anything behind?” Topaz asked. “Were there any identifying marks on the bodies? Anything special about them?”

“Just this,” her dad replied, reaching into his pocket and passing her something. Topaz held it up. It was a medallion hung on a chain. It was made of silver and highly polished, showing an almost tangled knot of a shape.

“I’ve never seen anything like that before,” Layla murmured.

“Maybe someone in town has or maybe we can find a reference to it in the library,” Topaz replied. “Sorry to leave so quickly, but I’ve got to do this. I love you mom, dad.”

They all said their goodbyes and followed Topaz back outside.

…

Alan felt strange.

He was now walking through the city, Claire holding his hand, taking him to her house.

Once they’d left, Topaz, who seemed to have lost or, more likely, restrained a great deal of her anger, kept looking between Layla and Claire. He’d picked up on some kind of interplay between the three women on the way there, but he still wasn’t able to figure out what was going on. Although he supposed he should have pieced it together.

Layla had pulled him aside and told him that she and Topaz were going to investigate the medallion, and in the meantime, he wanted him to walk Claire home and show her a good time, because Topaz had made a promise to her: she would find Claire a human boy to try having sex with, because she’d wanted to for a long time now, and she’d never made love with anyone outside of her own species, and she really wanted to.

And Alan apparently fit the bill perfectly.

He’d kissed her goodbye and wished her luck, and she’d promised to come collect him in the morning.

And now, here he was, going home with a beautiful elf woman to make love.

Claire hadn’t said hardly anything the whole way there. He could sense that she was nervous. He was nervous, too. He was always nervous around beautiful women when he was first getting to know them.

They came to Claire’s house, which was a small structure along one cobblestone path in the village in a row of other houses. Once they were behind a closed door, Claire let go of his hand, turned and looked at him.

“Thank you for doing this,” she said.

“Oh, it’s no problem. Um...I mean, really, I should be thanking you,” he replied.

“Oh?” she asked, a small grin appearing. “Why’s that?”

“You’re very beautiful and I’m quite plain.”

“I don’t think that’s true. You’re really cute. I’m the plain one,” she said, taking his hand again and leading him back through her house to her bedroom.

“You’re beautiful in your own way, as cliched as that sounds. Usually when people say that, it means ‘I’m don’t find you attractive but I don’t want to insult you.’ But I really do find you attractive. You really are very pretty, Claire,” he replied.

He could tell that her face was flushed again as they stepped into her bedroom. “Thank you,” she replied. “I...don’t take compliments well. How about we take a bath together? I walked for twelve hours today, I could use one.”

“Me too,” he agreed, shrugging out of his back and taking off his shirt. “We’ll wash up, then we can have some fun.”

Claire let out a nervous laugh, then began taking off her clothes. His eyes were drawn to her as he did the same. She had a wonderful, tight little body. She was beautifully petite, with high, firm breasts and slim thighs. Her muscles weren’t as well defined as Topaz’s were, but that wasn’t a problem for him. He really did think she looked fantastic. Soon, she stood before him, naked, all her smooth, pale skin bare.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured.

“What for?” he replied.

She looked down. “I know human men prefer bustier women...”

“Claire, it’s fine. Your body is your body, you don’t have that much control over it, and even if you did, it doesn’t matter. It’s nothing to apologize for. And you really do look fine. Like...seriously, you’re beautiful.”

She sighed. “I know it’s a stupid thing to apologize for. I’m just...I’m really nervous. And when I get nervous I start apologizing a lot. It’s stupid.”

“It’s fine,” he replied. “Come on, let’s get into the tub.”

“Okay.”

They moved across the room to her sunken bathtub, set in the floor in the far corner, and slipped into the clear, steaming water together. After they spent a moment washing up, Alan had her sit down in front of him.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He laid his hands on her shoulders and started to massage them, causing her to gasp and then let out a long, happy sigh.

“This,” he replied.

“That’s so good,” she whispered.

He continued massaging her shoulders for a while long. Layla had him do this a lot. Usually the favor he took in return was a blowjob, because she was too rough when she massaged him. It ended up hurting more than feeling good, and he wasn’t really into that. He kept going, moving up to her neck, and then finally pulled her into his lap.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she replied, settling into his lap. “Wow, you’re hard,” she murmured.

“I am, but we’ll worry about that later. For now...” he slipped his hand down in between her thighs and she spread her legs for him. As his fingertip found her clit and began making small, quick circles on it, he started kissing the side of her neck as well and, at the same time, using his other hand to play with one of her breasts, caressing her nipple. Claire let out a loud gasp at all this, then an even louder moan.

“Oh, oh Alan...” she moaned. “Oh my...oh it’s so good...it’s sooooo good...” she groaned, writhing against him.

“I’m glad,” he replied in between kisses. “I want you to feel good, Claire.”

He kept working her clit and her nipple until, hardly a minute later, he felt her begin to orgasm. Her whole petite body shook and trembled as she came, and wow was she noisy. She pressed her back against his chest, rested her head on his shoulder and let out a long, sustained cry of pleasure as her orgasm ravished her entire body.

When it was over and she seemed to come back to herself, she took a deep breath, let it out slowly and sat up. “Oh Gods,” she whispered. “That was amazing.”

“Glad I could do that for you. Come on, let’s finish washing up and dry off.”

“Okay,” Claire replied. She seemed impatient now.

Both of them did just that, washing themselves up, getting out and drying off. As soon as they were dry, the two of them climbed into bed and began kissing. Claire got on top of him, kissing him deeply and passionately, shoving her tongue into his mouth. After a little bit, she broke the kiss and stared down at him.

She had definitely cast aside her shyness.

The lust in her eyes was obvious.

“I hate to be a bad fuck buddy, but...I want to fuck so bad right now, could we...”

“Yes, Claire,” Alan replied, laughing. “We can dispense with the foreplay.”

“Perfect!”

Without any further hesitation, she straightened up, reached down between them and gripped his cock. “This is a big one,” she whispered as she started rubbing the head of it against her glistening, bald pussy.

“Is it? I’ve never been too impressed by it,” he replied.

“Oh yes, it’s quite large, at least by elf standards. God, I don’t know how Topaz does it all the time, riding all these human and felis cocks-oh my!” she cried as she lowered herself. At the same time, Alan let out a groan of pleasure.

Holy fuck she was so tight.

No wonder she thought it was big.

Moaning, chewing on her lower lip, her eyes squeezed shut, Claire carefully lowered herself onto his dick inch by inch, taking it slowly into her. It took a bit longer than usual, but before too long, she had it buried within her.

“Oh, Alan!” she cried as she started riding him more freely, bouncing on his cock like an experienced, high-class hooker, “oh Alan! It’s so fucking big! Your dick is so big!” she moaned.

Even though it was stupid and shallow, he had to admit it felt pretty nice to hear that.

Claire looked absolutely fantastic from this angle. Her tight, naked, pale body was beautiful and the way her firm, high breasts bounced was alluring and erotic. Alan grabbed her hips and started pushing his cock up into her, causing her to cry out. She held herself aloft and allowed him to fuck her like that. Alan groaned at the insane pleasure resulting from this as he slammed his cock up into her over and over again.

She was seriously fucking tight.

Another reason he really, really liked having sex with elf women.

On top of all these wonderful attributes, Claire was apparently very easy to pleasure. After only about a minute of his treatment, she let out another loud cry of pleasure and she was coming again. This time he could get the full experience.

“Ohhhh fuck yes...” Alan groaned as he felt her coming all over his dick. He could feet the hot spray of feminine juices escaping her pussy around his cock, could feel the massaging effect her hot, wet vagina had as the muscles inside of it clenched and trembled with the orgasm. It felt so good that before long he was shooting his load up into her.

“Fuck, Claire, I’m coming!” he moaned, holding her down tight over his dick, so that it was buried completely inside of her.

“Oh yes! I can feel it!” she gasped. “Oh Gods, it’s so much! There’s so much coming out of you, Alan!” she cried.

There really was. He could feel his seed leaving him great, hot, powerful spurts. The orgasm sent seismic waves of absolute sexual bliss rolling through him as he spilled his seed in her elf pussy, pumping her full one hard contraction at a time.

As he finished up, Claire fell against him. He wrapped his arms around her. “So, how was your first time with a human?” he asked.

“Un-fucking-believeable,” she replied. “I mean...just...fucking amazing. You’re spending the night, right?”

He laughed. “Yes.”

“Good, cause I want more of this. A lot more of this.”

CHAPTER III

Layla stirred as she felt hands against her. Small but strong hands, moving along her body, caressing her, lingering on her breasts. She knew those hands intimately and when she opened her eyes, seeing a dim sunlight filtering in through an extremely familiar window, for a few seconds, she felt like she’d been cast back in time.

She was in Topaz’s bedroom, waking up in the very bed she had slept in for months. Being woken up in the exact way that Topaz liked to wake her, (or, more often since she was the earlier riser, she woke Topaz), almost every morning. For the moment, she didn’t want to think about anything. She wanted to enjoy this, wanted to linger here, in the past, where things had been easier, simpler, more fun. Topaz’s hand went lower, sliding away from her breast, down her stomach and then lower still, between her thighs.

Layla gasped as her fingertip made contact with her clit. Pleasure ignited within her, hot and powerful, as Topaz began to massage her clit.

“Oh, yes...” she moaned.

“Shh...” Topaz murmured right in her ear, which sent chills up and down her, “you’ll wake my parents and we wouldn’t want that, would we my little cat-girl?” Oh Gods, how many times had Topaz called her that? If it were anyone else, she wouldn’t put up with the pet name, but coming from Topaz she didn’t mind.

As Topaz continued stimulating her, bringing her closer and closer to a quick orgasm, she had forgotten how good this was, how wonderful it was to wake up to this.

“Oh, Topaz...” she whispered.

“You like that?” Topaz replied in her ear, her sultry voice very low and soft. She began to rub harder, faster. “You like you little whore?”

“Yes...yes...fuck it’s so good...” Layla whispered, fighting hard not to yell or cry out. How many times had she had to do this before?

Suddenly she gasped and then clapped a hand over her mouth, moaning as her orgasm was released. She felt a miniature flood of hot liquid escape her pussy and get all over her thighs and Topaz’s hand. Pleasure continued spiking inside of her, hot pink bliss shooting up through her lower belly and down her legs and all over as Topaz continued to stimulate her. She held Layla close until she had finished orgasming, then laid her hand on her hip.

“How was that?” she asked.

“So, so good,” Layla murmured, laying there, basking in the afterglow of the orgasm. There wasn’t really any other way to wake up. She rolled over and stared at Topaz, smiling at her. “I missed this,” she said.

“I did, too. You’re one of my best friends, Layla.”

“And you’re one of mine,” Layla replied, knowing it was true. Besides Rachel and Morgan, Topaz was probably the one she trusted the most, the one she missed the most. She had a lot of casual fuck buddies, but Topaz was someone special.

“Roll over,” she said, “I’ll do you now.”

“I love the sound of that,” Topaz replied, grinning and rolling over.

Layla caught a flash of her big, pale, glorious tits and then looked down the curve of her back that led into the sweet swell of her ass. For a moment, Layla let herself indulge, gently groping her ass, then moving her hand over and up, cupping one of Topaz’s breasts in her grasp. There was something just so primal and satisfying about boobs. Touching them, licking them, sucking on them, staring at them. She loved them.

Finally, sensing that Topaz was getting impatient, Layla let her hand slide down until she was at her pussy. Layla slipped her finger in between the smooth, taut lips she found there and began to gently massage her clit.

Topaz gasped and started moaning softly. Layla grinned and started going a little faster and harder. It was a game they liked to play with each other: who could make the other be louder? It was a dangerous game, given that Topaz absolutely did not want her parents to overhear their sex. Usually they were both pretty good at it but there were some pretty fucking awkward breakfasts when one of them just lost control during particularly powerful orgasms and shouted. But fuck those orgasms were so totally worth it.

“That’s it you little elf whore,” Layla said softly into her pointed ear. “My sweet redheaded elf slut, you’re all mine right now.”

“Yes...” Topaz moaned softly. “Don’t stop...”

Layla kept going, rubbing her clit more vigorously, until Topaz had her own orgasm. She relished the feel of her hot sex juices spraying out over her fingers, a physical manifestation of the pleasure that she had given her lover. And then, of course, there was the wonderful way that Topaz writhed and trembled against her as she came, her whole body alive with an almost magical charge of pure sexual rapture. It was a great experience.

As she came back down, Layla moved away from her and let her roll over onto her back. Topaz took a deep breath and let it out.

“Fuck I missed that,” she murmured, rubbing at her eye. She grinned suddenly. “I wonder how your boytoy made out with my girltoy,” she said.

“Probably marvelously. Alan’s shy but...well, you know how he is in bed,” Layla replied with a sultry smile. “I’m sure Claire had a fantastic time. I’m sure they both did. I’m a little curious though, was it really that hard for her to find a fuck buddy not of her own species? Cause she’s pretty fucking beautiful...”

“Oh, I know. Claire made it harder than it needed to be. First of all, she wanted a guy. Second of all, she wanted a human. I think she wants to eventually upgrade to felis and beryl and girls, but she gets so...worked up, and paranoid, and worried. You know how it is. On top of that, she doesn’t really know how to ask for sex, you know? So I’ve been keeping an eye out. And she is a little picky. I was honestly getting concerned that I’d never find anyone. But then you and Alan came along and she just fell in lust with him.”

“That’s good. It’s always better when you really, really want to fuck the person.” She stretched and sat up, the blankets falling away from her. “Wow, it’s still miserable and gray outside, isn’t it?” she murmured, looking out the window.

“Yep. It’s the season for it,” Topaz replied. “It’s still raining right now, actually, though it’s more of a mist than anything else. What do you say we get up, clean up, and get breakfast, then go collect Alan and head out?”

“It sounds like a good idea,” Layla said.

They both got out of bed and began their morning rituals of cleaning up. After their orgasms, they really needed it. In a way, Layla kind of begrudged Alan his ability to have basically a clean orgasm, and usually by depositing his ejaculate either in her or on her. She, on the other hand, made a damned mess every time she came. On the other hand, judging by their reactions to it, she suspected that she had far more powerful orgasms than Alan did.

Pushing those thoughts away for now as she bathed, Layla instead focused on the information they’d gathered yesterday.

After leaving Alan with Claire, they’d started asking around town at the inns, but no one knew anything, so they’d been forced to go to the library, which was, unfortunately, in the local Hall, from which the local lord ruled. It was a bit of pain, and they’d had to pay an entrance fee and be constantly watched by one of the guards, but finally they’d been granted access. It took two solid hours, but finally Layla found a reference to them in an old book on cults. Unfortunately, the entry, and thus their information, was limited.

Though what little of it there was was more than a little disturbing.

Apparently this cult was old, small, and dangerous. There’d been reports of sacrifices before. They came from somewhere up north, beyond the mountains the edged the top of the land. What they were doing in the Redwood Forest, stealing a damn gem, she had no idea. But that didn’t matter. They had fucked up, and they were going to suffer for it. And if they were part of an insane, murderous cult, then all the better.

The only other piece of information they’d managed to gather was from one of the outer guards who had briefly spotted the group as they made their way back into the forest, heading north. Topaz had wanted to go right then, but it was very late, and she reluctantly agreed that it would be foolhardy to rush off like this, starving and exhausted in the middle of the night. So they’d gone back to her parent’s place, had eaten a big meal, helped clean up a little and then had gone right to sleep. Now, they were recharged and refreshed.

The two women finished bathing, got out, dried off and dressed. They headed out of the bedroom and moved through the house to the kitchen. Layla could see her parents outside, tending to their fields. She’d helped out so many times, more than happy to repay Topaz’s parent’s kindness by helping out around the house. Plus, she’d lost herself in the simple motions and rhythms of such work, her worry and fears ebbing away.

They ate a quick breakfast of eggs and bacon, as it was obvious that Topaz was feeling the urge to get a move on, and Layla didn’t blame her. Once they’d wolfed down their food, they’d both said farewell to her parents, promising to be back both soon and safe, and then had set off towards Claire’s house.

“So, I had a thought,” Topaz said. “Thank you for convincing me not to go off like an idiot. I have a friend in the forest who is an expert tracker. Better than you or I. I’m sure she would help us if we could find her.”

“Who is she? Do I know her?” Layla replied.

“No. Her name is Serena. She’s a serpentine.”

“Oh...I don’t think I’ve ever met any serpentines.”

“You’ll like her.”

They kept walking.

…

Alan awoke to a woman sucking his dick.

It was, he reflected groggily as he lifted the blankets and looked down, probably the best way there was to wake up. Claire, looking absolutely beautiful, naked, her long, brown hair a mess, was bobbing her head, staring up at him.

“I have to say, fucking you apparently erases any and all pretensions of awkwardness and shyness,” he said, then groaned as a fresh wave of hot pleasure rolled over him.

She took his cock out of her mouth, spit onto it and began massaging it between her hands. “You are absolutely right. Will you stick your cock in me?” she asked. “Cause I’m so fucking horny right now. I want it really bad.”

“Definitely,” he replied. “How do you want it?”

“I’ll show you.”

She stopped massaging his cock and laid down beside him flat on her stomach. “Stick it in my pussy like this, I fucking love this position,” she said.

“All right,” he said, his lust powerful just then. He quickly straddled her, resting on his knees on either side of her legs. Leaning forward, he held himself up with one hand on the pillow beside her head while, with his other hand, he guided his cock in between her pressed together thighs, into the tight, hot, wet confines of her elf pussy.

Both of them let out long moans of pleasure as he entered her. She’d really drooled all over his dick and consequently he slipped right in. Her being wet as fuck also had a lot to do with that. It was a really snug fit and he groaned as he laid down against her and started fucking her hard. She began to let out a series of loud, almost yelling, moans.

“Yes!” she cried. “Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!” she shrieked as he started going harder and faster.

The euphoric sexual rapture burned through him. She was so tight! Stuffing his cock into her was a study in absolute bliss. He had to keep himself lifted up a little bit because she was so much shorter than he was. He looked down at her as he pounded her into the fucking mattress. “You like that?” he growled at her. “You fucking like that?”

“Yes...” she moaned. “Oh yes I fucking love it!” she cried.

Alan pushed himself up higher and stared down the length of her thin, pale body to her tight white ass, watching his cock disappear into her over and over again. The sight filled him with lusty pleasure and he started going harder and faster on her, causing her to scream even louder, and within half a minute, something inside of her gave and she was coming. He groaned as he felt those hot, feminine sex juices escape her pussy, pushing up past the incredibly tight seal his cock made in her. He groaned even louder as his dick began to be massaged by her twitching, spasming vaginal muscles and the heat grew even hotter.

Then he was shooting his own load into her, forcing his way even deeper into her as his seed was released from him spurt after spurt, pumping into her, filling her elf pussy up. Both of them were crying out in intense, desperate pleasure as they climaxed together. When his dick had drained itself completely into her, Alan let out a groan and collapsed against her. He felt Claire shift beneath him and she let out a small laugh.

“Um, could you get off me?” she asked.

“Yeah, sorry,” he replied, pushing himself up and then carefully extracting his cock from her. That had been a nice orgasm.

“It’s okay, I get it,” Claire replied. Once he was off of her, she rolled over and practically bound up out of bed. Alan laid back down again.

“I take it you’re a morning person,” he said as she moved over to her tub and slipped down in it. She began to clean herself.

“I am. You’re not?” she replied.

“Gods no,” he groaned, still feeling tired. Although he knew that he wasn’t going back to sleep. He could just sense it, his body was ready to get up, even though he still felt tired. Sighing, he rubbed his eyes, then sat up, stretched and yawned. Slowly, he picked himself up off the bed, crossed the room and slipped down into the tub with Claire.

“So was it really good?” he asked.

“What?” she replied.

“The sex. I kind of feel like you attached a bit of significance to your first interspecies encounter. And I wanted it to go well.”

“Oh yes, it was fantastic. I really did want to thank you. I know you could have gone off with Topaz and Layla. I know Topaz is better at sex than I am...don’t worry, I’m not fishing for compliments. I really mean that, having fucked her...well, tons of times myself. But you came home with me, instead.”

“I was happy to, and you’re right, she is exquisite at it. But you’re great too. I really had a fantastic time. I was curious, I don’t know if Topaz was going to ask you to come with us...”

“Oh no, I’m afraid I’m not going. I’m just not an adventurer. I know how to handle myself, but like I told you last night, this kind of thing isn’t for me. No, she knows that I’ll stay behind and go help her parents repair the farm. I wish you luck though. I imagine it’s going to be dangerous out there,” she replied.

“Yeah, I imagine so too. But this is the life I’ve apparently chosen to live, and Topaz has been good to me, and she seems like a good person, and any friend of Layla’s is a friend of mine. Plus...well, I’m finding that I can’t really just let something like this pass without action, you know? I wonder if that makes me reckless or stupid.”

Claire smiled. “It makes you a good person.”

They both looked over as there was a knock on the door. “I’ll get it!” Claire said, bounding up out of the tub and quickly drying off. She pulled a robe on and left the room. Alan remained where he was, slowly washing himself up, trying to come awake. He never understood morning people. He just couldn’t do it.

He heard familiar voices as he finished washing himself off. Layla and Topaz had apparently made their way back to them. The voices drew closer as he got out of the sunken tub and started drying off. The three women came into the room.

“My, my, looks like someone had a good time last night,” Layla said, grinning at him.

“I sure did,” he replied. “What about you two? Any juicy details you want to fill me in on? You know I love hearing about that.”

“Not as much happened as we’d like,” Topaz said. “But I’m sure we can fix that later. Now get a move on, we’ve got places to be.”

“Fine, fine. Can I at least have some breakfast first? I’m starving,” he replied, hanging the towel back up and dressing.

“Yes, but hurry,” Topaz answered and left the room.

He finished dressing and they all moved to the kitchen where he and Claire gathered a simple breakfast of fruits and potatoes and bread and ate quickly. After Alan had finished his breakfast, he stood up and gave Claire a hug and a kiss.

“Thanks again. I had a great time. And I hope to see you again,” he said.

“Me too,” she replied with a beautiful smile. She looked at Topaz. “Don’t worry about your home or your parents, Topaz. I’ll look out for them.”

“Thank you, Claire. And thanks again for coming to tell me, I really appreciate it,” Topaz replied. She gave Claire a quick but firm hug and kiss, and then led him and Layla out of the house, back into the gray, misty day.

It was time to start their next adventure.

…

Somehow, the Redwood Forest felt more threatening, more menacing, this time around. It was strange, Layla reflected as they began their trek through the woods. She’d spent several hours traveling across this same forest yesterday and it had been peaceful and fun and pleasant. But the ominous gray cloud cover had yet to break, if anything growing thicker and darker. She knew what secrets the forest kept, though. She knew how dangerous it could be, and while it would never match the insanity of the Emerald Wild, the Redwood Forest was plenty lethal when it wanted to be. While there did tend to be mindless monsters roaming around, for the most part, you had nothing to worry about if you weren’t harming the forest in any way.

The forest could and would look after itself.

The misty rain had been stopping and starting the whole time since leaving Claire’s house. Layla had made Topaz go to market with her and Alan so she could stock up on killing objects. Mainly a new, poison-edged dagger and several more arrows, since now she knew that she was going after a group of dangerous cultists.

Layla had killed a lot of people in her time. It was just part of the life. But she prided herself on the fact that she had never killed anyone who didn’t deserve it. She killed murderers and rapists, soulless killers and career thieves who had no problem killing to get what they wanted. She tried her best to rid the world of evil because the way she saw it, if you eliminated these people from the world, then they couldn’t cause any more harm.

These cultists sounded like they fit the bill for that perfectly.

Layla glanced at Alan as the pair of them followed Topaz silently along a small natural trail off the larger path that cut through the forest. She was worried about him. He’d proven himself a decently capable fighter, but they hadn’t had any chances to train with his sword and admittedly, a lot of what he’d done had been luck. He wasn’t a natural warrior, he didn’t have years of training like she did. He had a clear ability with magic, and he was trained in that manner, but not enough. She should have made him stay behind.

This was something she and Topaz should have done alone.

But part of her felt guilty at the thought and another part of her calmly informed her that he’d never learn how to defend himself if he didn’t have any experience. And what better experience was there than this?

She sighed and tried to silence these thoughts as they kept going. It was about noon now, not that there was any real way to tell given the cloudy nature of the day. She instead turned her thoughts to the serpentine, Serena. Layla knew some information about serpentines. They were basically snake people. They were huge, tending to be ten to twelve feet long, sometimes longer. In much the same way that a mermaid was a human woman on top and an aquatic creature on bottom, serpentines resembled human women on top, while looking like a snake below the waistline. Although their entire body was covered in snakeskin.

They were said to have descended from humans...or was it elves? Although exactly how that had happened was up to a lot of scrutiny. There were several stories, ranging from some kind of magic experiment to a great deal of filthy fucking and interbreeding between humans (elves?) and an even older race of snake people. Layla had no idea what was true, only that they had been around for a long time and that, in this land at least, they tended to keep to either the Redwood Forest or the Emerald Wild. They didn’t really leave either of those two regions.

She also knew that they were sentient and intelligent and infused with a kind of nature magic. Like they dryads, they tended to protect the forests. They had their own simple societies and often what they were doing was a mystery to anyone else who came across them. For the most part, they weren’t actively hostile to humans, elves, felis, or beryl, and she’d heard reports of them being able to communicate in the common language. Although she’d told Topaz that she’d never met one before, she had seen a few.

Though thankfully she’d never fought one. It seemed like it would be quite a challenge to take on and triumph over a serpentine.

She wondered how Topaz had come to know this woman.

With that in mind, she moved forward, keeping pace with her elven friend. “Topaz, how did you meet Serena?” she asked.

“It’s a little embarrassing,” she replied.

“Oh? I have to hear about this,” Layla said, grinning.

Topaz sighed as she led them on. “I was hunting thieves who were waylaying merchants in the Redwood Forest. I was bounty hunting. They were pretty smart, actually, and they ended up...trapping me. I got caught in one of those fucking foot traps that hauls you up so that you’re hanging upside down from a tree. They surrounded me, preparing to have fun with me before killing me and then this serpentine comes out of nowhere and just fucking tears into them. I managed to free myself in the chaos and helped her kill them off.

“In the aftermath, as I searched them, we got to talking. She introduced herself, said she had been hunting the bandits as well, for her own reasons, as they were apparently being very disrespectful to the forest. No surprise there. We got along pretty well right off the bat and she went with me back to the edge of Bryne, chatting the whole way, telling me about herself, hearing about me. That was about five years ago, before you and me met. I run into her from time to time out in the forest, sometimes I ask her for help, sometimes she wants my help,” Topaz explained.

“How do you think we’ll find her?” Alan asked.

“I know some of her usual hangouts. She’s a creature of habit, so we have a good chance of finding her within the next couple of hours. If we haven’t found her by six this evening, then we’ll have to go on without her and start hunting them down ourselves,” Topaz replied.

Personally, Layla was hoping to get to Serena. Having a serpentine on their side would definitely make things easier. Besides the story that Topaz had told, Layla knew that they were supposed to be very strong and very fierce fighters.

With that in mind, Layla stopped thinking and instead started hunting, putting her own skills to use to aid in their search.

…

It took them another hour to find Serena.

It happened suddenly, when they were standing in a clearing. The rain had picked up again, though it was still thin. Topaz felt like they were getting close and Layla had a bit of an inkling as well, though it was weak. The three of them had been standing there, looking around, when Serena had seemed to materialize out of the woods, slipping into the clearing with them. Topaz had spotted her first, happily calling out her name and rushing over to her. While the two women embraced, (Serena picked up Topaz with ease and hugged her, holding her several feet off the ground,) Layla had studied the serpentine woman.

There was something immediately intimidating about her. Besides the fact that she was a good twelve feet long and could apparently move without making hardly any sound, there was something just...lethal, about her. Layla kind of got the same warning signals looking at Serena as when she came across a plant that she knew was poisonous. Although she was a dozen feet long, about half of her was her tail, stretched out behind her. Upright, she was about six and a half feet tall. She had beautiful, slick emerald snakeskin and…

She was completely naked.

That shouldn’t have been a surprise to Layla, and it honestly wasn’t because she’d hung out with dryads before and they all went in the nude as well. Almost all of the ‘monster’ races did. Mermaids, harpies, any kind of nymph.

What was drawing her attention was how shapely Serena was. Besides the fact that she had some pretty big breasts, she also had the appearance of very curvy hips. For some reason, Layla thought that her body would more resemble a snake’s, that below her chest it would all just be one, smooth narrowing tail. But no, she had those amazing hips. Or what looked like hips. And, if she cared to look, Layla could see her vagina in a recessed slit between the hips. Fuck but was this woman sexy. And...Layla looked over and grinned.

Alan was basically eye-fucking her.

That boy didn’t know how to be subtle about anything. As Topaz and Serena caught up, Layla was already fantasizing about watching him fuck her. She wouldn’t really be able to join in, because she knew that serpentine women didn’t have tongues in the traditional sense, so that was out. And that just left…

Layla’s eyes widened.

Somehow, someway, she had actually forgotten about the special dildo that the dryads had given her. The one infused with magic that allowed her to feel pleasure. How?! How could she have forgotten about that!?

Whatever, she made a note to use it later on Topaz and hopefully Serena. And fuck did she want to double-stuff Topaz with Alan.

And by later, she meant as soon as possible.

But now wasn’t the time for sexy thoughts.

“Serena, these are my friends, Layla and Alan. This is Serena,” she said, introducing them.

“Good to meet you,” Layla said.

“Yes, um...it’s nice to meet you,” Alan replied awkwardly. He was definitely cute when he was shy and awkward like this.

“And you two as well. Topaz has updated me on the situation,” she said. She even had a beautiful voice. “I know of the men you speak. I can lead you to them. I’ve been tracking them as they’ve been passing through my region of the forest. They reek of evil and I’ve been deciding whether or not to deal with them or hope they leave. Now, I suppose, the decision has been made. Follow me, we shall kill them.”

With that, she turned around and started making her way into the forest again.

“I like her,” Layla murmured as they followed in her wake.

“I do, too. She doesn’t fuck around. Well, I mean...you know what I mean,” Topaz replied.

“No, I’m sure I don’t. Please, explain.”

Topaz sighed. “Shut up. Let’s go,” she said firmly.

Layla smirked as they set off. She looked over at Alan again. He was still trying to subtly stare at Serena.

Oh yeah, something was definitely happening tonight.

…

They were silent as they stalked through the forest.

It took another five and a half hours before Serena tracked the murderous cult members down. They had made camp maybe a mile south of the were the northern edge of the forest, where the trees ended, gave way to the cold mountains. There were eight of them and they all wore the black armor that Topaz’s parents had described. Most of them were sleeping in simple bedrolls around a mostly dead campfire.

One of them sat by the campfire, apparently staring into it and the final one was very well hidden in the treeline not far away, though none of them had been alerted to their presence yet. Layla made quick hand gestures to the others. Serena would take out the mostly hidden guard while she, Topaz, and Alan prepared projectile attacks. The more of them they took out in the initial attack, the better. Less chance of failure.

A few seconds passed as Serena slid slowly out of sight. It was eerie how quickly and silently she could move. A premature night had fallen as the skies overhead turned from gray to very dark gray. That, combined with Fall being mostly through with, winter on approach now and the sun setting earlier, made this assault easier. The shadows of the forest and the soft patter of rain helped hide them and their movements.

Layla had an arrow notched, one with a nasty steel serrated head that had been dipped in poison. She was aiming for the man at the campfire. Topaz was aiming for one of a pair that had gone to sleep a little away from the others and Alan was preparing a fireball that should take care of the rest of them that had clustered up.

Even if things went wrong, she still trusted everyone to be able to handle it.

Layla tensed as she saw the mostly hidden figure disappear into the treeline. There was a sharp snapping sound. The man at the fire looked up and began to stand, but gasped and let out a horrible gurgling sound as Layla loosed her arrow. It sailed fast and very true, embedding itself in his neck. Clutching at it, the man fell to his knees, then forward into the fire. The others were just beginning to stir as Topaz put two arrows through her targets with a quick and brutal efficiency. Alan released his fireball, killing most of the rest of them.

The survivors, who were on fire and shouting, were quickly put out of their misery by a few more arrows.

All became quiet and calm.

Finally, Serena came into the clearing, surveying the scene of carnage and death. Layla and the others joined her.

“That went well,” she murmured.

“Yep,” Layla said, moving over to the man who had fallen into the campfire. Luckily, it had been reduced to mostly ashes and embers, so he hadn’t really caught on fire. She pulled him from it and began searching him. “Make sure they’re dead, then search them,” she said as she went through his pockets. “I need money and we need to find that gem.”

“Good point,” Alan murmured.

The three of them started helping her, scrounging among the corpses. Surprisingly, they came up with very little. There were some daggers, maybe a hundred coin between all of them, a leatherbound book with that same symbol on the front and, finally, the gem. Everything else had been ruined by the fireball attack.

“So that’s what we’re looking for?” Serena asked as they gathered around Topaz, who was staring at the gem, cupped in her small hands.

“Yes,” she replied. “My grandfather found this gem when he was up in the mountains to the north of us. He was looking for something, leading his crew on a quest to find an old artifact supposedly buried in the mountains, at the top of one of the taller ones. He didn’t find it, but he did find a camp there, one that was long abandoned, decades old. He found a frozen body, a journal, and that gem. The journal said that the man who was frozen to death up there in that camp had been looking for the same thing my grandfather had been. It didn’t make mention of the gem, though. But my grandpa took it with him and he claimed it brought him luck.”

“Where is he now?” Alan asked.

“Dead,” Topaz replied, pocketing the gem. “He died about ten years ago in a shipwreck. He’d left the gem with us because...I think he knew his death was coming. I don’t know how or why, but it didn’t bother him. He told me, about a week before he left for that ship that would take him down to Tomontica, that he was happy, he’d lived a very full, very fulfilling life. The man was close to two hundred at that point. He also told me to watch over the gem. For whatever reason, it was the one thing he really seemed to care about among all the artifacts and trinkets he’d recovered on his many adventures and quests.”

“I’m sorry he’s gone,” Layla murmured.

“Me too, but he was content with it...” She looked up and around. “Come on, let’s go make camp. I’m starving. I know of a hot spring nearby,” she said, heading out of the clearing. The others followed after her.

“Wait, two hundred...” Alan murmured. “How old are you?” he asked.

Layla suppressed a smirk. Anyone else and she or Topaz would have probably informed him it was none of their business, but they both knew he wasn’t intentionally being rude. If anything, it seemed to brighten and lift the dark mood that had settled over them.

“I’m fifty six, if you must know,” she replied.

“Wow,” he murmured. “You look fucking fantastic for fifty six.”

“Don’t forget that elves age about a third as slow as humans,” she replied. “But thank you,” she added.

They continued walking.

…

The camp-in-a-bag turned out to be a bit basic, but of a great quality.

They had found the clearing next to the hot spring, and not a moment too soon, because it was getting colder, even though the night was still young and the sun had only just begun to set as they got to the clearing.

Alan had tossed the bag down and said the activating word. The tent that had popped up was big enough to hold three people comfortably. It came with a chest, a washbasin, and three low to the ground, basic wooden-framed beds with feather mattresses on them.

“Beats bedrolls,” Layla said, dumping her pack on the ground.

Alan had to agree with her. They’d still have to make a campfire, which was going to be a bit of a chore given how damp everything was, but Alan was properly motivated, given how hungry he was. He and Layla set out to find the wood while Topaz and Serena hung back at the camp to decide what they were going to eat.

“So...” Layla began as they hunted for dry wood. “You like her, don’t you?” she asked.

“What?” Alan replied, but he knew what she was talking about. He was glad it was so dark out, she couldn’t see him blushing. He hated that he did that so fucking easily. Then he remembered that felis had great night vision and tried not to sigh, she probably could see him.

“Serena. Don’t play dumb,” Layla teased. He felt her tail brush against his hand. It was her way of poking him.

This time, he did sigh. “Yes, I like her. I think she’s very attractive...and scary.”

“I’ll give you both of those,” Layla replied. She paused and knelt, reaching under a bush. She came up a moment later with a dry bundle of sticks. Alan glanced up, glad that the rain had ceased for the moment. “But do you want to stick your cock in her?” she asked.

“You are so crass,” Alan replied.

Layla laughed. “Would you enjoy a pleasant night of sensuous, passionate lovemaking with the beautiful serpentine?” she asked.

Now Alan laughed. “If you must know, yes, I would very much enjoy that.”

“Well good, because I would very much enjoy watching that. Actually, I would very much enjoy banging this hottie myself.”

“How?” he asked.

“Remember that present the dryads gave me?”

“Oh! I’d completely forgotten about that...why haven’t you used that on Topaz?”

“Believe me, I plan to. And yes, you can watch. Fuck, you can join in if you want. Topaz enjoys being double-stuffed, much like myself,” she said, grinning.

“Awesome,” Alan murmured, already imaging all this.

As they kept looking around for dry kindling, Alan found his mind wandering to Serena. He’d meant what he said about her. She was deeply attractive in a dangerous kind of way, and she did scare him. Although he hadn’t really seen her in action around the camp, he could tell that there was a kind of natural lethal quality to her. But damn did have a beautiful face and fantastic tits. And her hair, which was a dark midnight black, was especially pretty. Not to mention her eyes. They were a brilliant blue and had a slight glow to them. The slit pupils only accentuated how exotic she looked. He had fantasized about being with a serpentine…

Of course, none of this amounted to anything if Serena wasn’t interested in him. That thought made him a little worried. He hoped that Layla or Topaz wouldn’t try to pressure her into anything she didn’t want to do. Both of them were great people, and he didn’t think they’d ever knowingly do it, but they were also very...they had strong personalities. Of course, on the other hand, Serena didn’t seem like the kind of woman who had a problem saying no, even to her friends. He was probably just being paranoid.

He knew he tended to overthink, like...everything.

But if he did get a chance to sleep with Serena...that would be awesome. When he’d had sex with the dryads and the flower nymph, that had been quite the experience. He still didn’t know how to feel about the whole experience. Well, he knew that he really enjoyed it, there was no question about that. But it was also a very unique encounter, a very strange one. Connecting on that level with something so different from you...it was kind of a thing beyond words. Or maybe he just sucked at words. Despite all his hesitations and uncertainties, he knew that if Serena offered him sex, he would not turn her down. He wasn’t confused about that.

Eventually, they had managed to gather enough kindling to start a fire with. Provided the rain kept at bay.

“I’ll ask Topaz about it,” Layla said as they began walking back. “But I think Serena is interested in you. As much as you were eye-fucking her, she was giving you the occasional sideways glance. She might have a thing for cute human boys, like me and Topaz do.”

“I’d...appreciate it,” he replied.

“Nervous?” Layla asked, grinning, sliding her tail across his hand again.

“Yeah, definitely. She’s...a serpentine. And huge. And crazy beautiful. She’s intimidating, just like you and Topaz and all the other women I’ve slept with since hooking up with you.”

“I’d tell you not to be intimidated by us girls, but...for whatever reason, I think it kind of helps you, actually.”

“In what way?”

“I’m not sure. I guess it’s because you aren’t...dismissive of the sex.”

“How could I be dismissive?! Have you ever encountered anyone like that?” he asked incredulously, unable to conceive of it.

“Oh yes, you’d be surprised. I’m sure you’re familiar with the loudmouths who like to compare scars and how big their biceps are. Tough guys who have that ‘been there, done that, seen it all’ kind of attitude, you know?”

“Yes, I’ve encountered some at the inn I used to work at,” Alan replied.

“Well I encounter a lot of that and, you know what? I kind of get it. I mean, you may have noticed how cavalier me and Topaz are, how cavalier and haughty Morgan was. I mean, it’s just part of the life we live. It’s fine. But when you carry that over into the bedroom, when you’re behind closed doors...” she sighed. “It just comes off as you being a fucking dick who thinks way too highly of yourself. When a guy is acting like he’s bored or he has something better to do when you’re going down on him or riding his cock, that’s not sexy. That’s a fucking turn off. I’m not even sure what it’s designed to do.

“Honestly, I think some guys just don’t know how to turn that crass, unimpressed carelessness off, or some are just that bad. Not to mention, if they act like that, there’s a good chance that they’re the kind of guy who loves getting oral and doesn’t like giving it, which is just no fun. But with guys like you, Alan, there’s no...pretense. Your awkwardness, your inexperience, it’s endearing, but it also means that you can’t really fake anything. You can try, but it’s really obvious when you do, and I think, consequently, you don’t try hardly ever. When you have sex with someone it’s obvious that you are just so into it, you know? It’s obvious that when you’re fucking a woman, there’s nothing else to you but her. And being the center of attention like that is just...great.”

“I...see,” Alan replied. “I never thought about it like that.”

“I’ve had a lot of time to think about stuff like that. It’s just one of the reasons I decided to keep you around.”

“Oh, is that why?”

“Yeah...that and you’re great at eating pussy.”

He laughed. “Good to know.”

They made their way back to camp and found Topaz and Serena talking quietly to each other beside a circle of stones they’d collected.

“Found some wood,” Layla said, dumping the dry kindling and firewood into the circle. She looked at Alan, who took a minute to realize what she wanted. He raised his hand and shot a small fireball into the center of the wood. It caught with a bright flare and started burning.

“Excellent,” Topaz said, turning and moving back into the tent. She returned with a setup for a stew pot and put it over the fire, then set about dumping in all the necessary contents to make a huge batch of meat and vegetable stew. “I’m fucking starving. And filthy. I figured we could soak in the hot spring while it cooks.”

“That sounds like a fantastic idea,” Layla said, pulling off her top and freeing her furry breasts. She tossed it into the tent, where it was followed shortly by her shorts and panties. Kicking off her boots, she walked over to the hot spring and quickly settled in.

Alan watched in interest as Topaz did the same thing, revealing her long, lean, tanned naked body bit by bit until she was just as nude as Serena and Layla. He figured they had a point and moved closer to the tent, tossing his clothes in a haphazard pile as he got naked. He felt weird, because Serena was watching him intently as he got undressed.

“Are, uh...do you want to join us?” he asked as he finished undressing, feeling very awkward and nervous.

“Yes,” she replied. “I would love to.” She favored him with a smile. The pair of them made their way across the clearing to the hot spring. It was so strange to see her move, to see her slither soundlessly across the ground.

The two of them slipped down into the water and Alan sat down next to Layla, slipping an arm around her and reaching around to her chest, taking one of her breasts into his hands. He loved being able to just do that, and she seemed to enjoy the attention. All this talk of sex and being around three very attractive and now wet and naked women was making him extremely aroused. And judging by their body language, he thought Layla and Topaz were too. Was Serena? He couldn’t tell. She was pretty unreadable.

“Hey, Topaz...are you thinking what I’ve been thinking?” Layla asked after a few moments of soaking in the water.

Topaz grinned. “Pretty sure I have been. I talked about it with Serena...” she replied, first looking at Alan, then at Serena, who quickly looked over at Alan, then averted her eyes. “Alan, Serena is interested in getting to know you a little more...intimately. Would you be interested in that?” Topaz asked.

“Yes,” he replied immediately. “I would be very interested in that.”

Serena looked over at him. She was off by herself in a far portion of the hot spring. Was she nervous? He thought she kind of looked nervous.

“Well go on,” Layla said, pushing him gently away from her. “Don’t keep the pretty lady waiting,” she added.

Feeling his heart hammering in his chest, Alan moved over across the spring. The space she was in was deep enough that he could stand with his head and shoulders above water. Below the water, he could just make out the form of her lengthy snake body sprawled out along the bottom. She smiled awkwardly at him and now he could tell that she was nervous.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hello...um, how do you want to do this?” he asked.

“I thought we could start by kissing...then make love? If you don’t want to do it in the water, that’s fine, I just thought it’d be easier,” she said.

“It’s okay, I’m fine with that,” he replied.

They both shifted a little closer to each other, so that their faces were inches apart. His heart was beating faster now. She was so beautiful, her facial features resembling that of some of the most attractive human women he’d ever seen, but cast in a dry, smooth light green snakeskin that only brought out her softly glowing blue eyes even more. He leaned in carefully and tilted his head slightly, pressing his lips against hers. She made a small sound as they made contact, it seemed like a good sound, a pleased one.

He hoped it was.

Carefully, he raised his hands from the water and settled them against her breasts. They were wonderful. They were firm and huge and soft. He thought her skin would be rough, but it wasn’t. It was surprisingly soft and smooth. He couldn’t even get his hands around her large, full breasts. He groaned quietly as he began to massage them. In the meantime, Serena had closed her eyes. On instinct, Alan stuck his tongue into her mouth, then felt her strange snake tongue flick against his own and he pulled back slightly, startled.

“Are you okay?” she asked, opening her eyes. “Is something wrong?”

“No, everything’s fine. I just...I didn’t expect your tongue. I forgot. It’s fine,” he replied, then leaned in and started kissing her again. She responded a bit more as he let go of her breasts and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close to him. She did the same, hugging him tightly as they made out.

She broke the kiss after a moment, her lips barely an inch from his. “Put it in me,” she whispered, staring directly into his eyes, her voice becoming a lot more seductive as she became more comfortable around him.

“Oh-okay,” he stammered, swallowing and reaching down between them. He always felt his control slip a notch whenever women talked to him like that. He grabbed his cock under the water and guided it up towards her vagina, suddenly unsure of how he was going to get in. He remembered catching a glimpse of it earlier, (how could he not look? She was completely naked), and saw that it was kind of recessed inside of her. He awkwardly fumbled around for a few seconds before she reached between them.

“Let me help,” she said softly.

He let her take his cock and she guided it perfectly to her pussy. Once he felt the head settle in the entrance, he pushed slowly forward and groaned as a wave of pleasure started a slow roll through him. She felt amazing and so different from any other woman that he’d been with. It was like...silk. Wet silt stretched over muscles, it was the only way he could describe it. Burying his cock in her sent jolts of bliss and sexual euphoria crashing up his cock and into his body. And it seemed to be having a similar effect on Serena as well.

She let out a very loud moan and grabbed him, holding him tightly as he started making love to her. It felt strange, her not having legs to wrap around him or spread, but he found that he didn’t mind. Although Serena was definitely the strangest, most...well, ‘monster’ woman he’d ever made love to, he found the experience surprisingly similar to other sexual encounters he’d had. And yet there was something unmistakably different about the sex. Unmistakably exciting and new. And having her face, twisting in pleasure, right in front of his, her glowing blue eyes staring directly into his own as he penetrated her with absolutely no protection, nothing between them…

“Serena...” he groaned, his hips rocking smoothly back and forth, picking up speed beneath the water, shoving his cock into her over and over again.

He kissed her deeply and took one of her huge breasts into his hand.

“Yes, deeper, harder...” Serena moaned. “Oh, I never though-oh!” she gasped as he hit a sensitive part. “I never though it would...it feels so good with a human...” she moaned.

“Have you never done this?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No, I’ve never made love with a male outside of my own species,” she whispered, panting in pleasure. “Have you?” she asked.

“Made love with your kind?” he replied. She nodded. “No, I never have. This is my first time,” he answered.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Immensely,” he replied with feeling.

She smiled and kissed him deeply. He continued making love to her, fucking her wonderful serpentine pussy, feeling that silken bliss, going harder and faster until she let out a long, powerful moan of desperate pleasure and she began to come. Her whole body writhed against him and he could suddenly feel powerful currents in the water beneath him and realized that her tail was swishing back and forth violently.

The pleasure of her silken muscles clenching and rubbing against his cock was too much for him. Overstimulated, he started to orgasm immediately. His climax flared into existence and he cried out as his entire body clenched. His dick began to kick furiously inside of her, spitting out his seed in thick, hot spurts, filling this beautiful serpentine woman. Both of them moaned and trembled as they came, their orgasms shooting through them like lightning, filling them with intense hot rapture. They continued until the climaxes had run their course, leaving them both panting and sagging against each other.

After a few seconds, Alan pulled out of her and leaned back against the nearest wall. “Satisfactory?” he asked, grinning tiredly at Serena.

“Very. I imagine you have a similar answer,” she replied.

“Yes.” He glanced over at the other two girls. “You two look satisfied.”

“More like wound up and horny,” Topaz replied.

“Don’t worry, I have a plan for you,” Layla replied. “Now, I can smell that stew. How about we all go eat?” she asked.

“Sounds great,” Alan replied. “I’m starving.”

“I’ll join you,” Serena said, getting up out of the water. It beaded and ran on her skin and she was dry within seconds. “But I’m afraid I must leave for the night soon. I have something I must tend to. Don’t worry, I’ll be back in the morning. I...want another round with you,” she said, smiling at Alan. He grinned back at her.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

CHAPTER IV

Alan looked up at the cloud cover overhead. It had broken slightly and he could see some of the stars. He looked back down at the forest around him and wondered when he would be allowed back in his tent.

He, Layla, Topaz, and Serena had had a great meal, eating all of the stew, which was delicious, and chatting the whole way through. As pleasant as it all seemed, he’d definitely been able to pick up on a kind of subterfuge between Layla and Topaz, who kept looking at each other. They seemed agitated and he figured it had to do with the fact that neither of them been fucked or sexually satisfied in any way. He’d was prepared to do whatever they asked, but when Serena had taken her leave to head off into the forest to do...whatever it was she needed to do, Layla had told Alan to go take a walk around the woods.

And that she and Topaz would have a present ready for him in about fifteen minutes.

Part of him wondered if Layla was just using this as an excuse to test out her new magic fake cock on Topaz, but he rejected the idea. Layla had been plain in her offer to let him watch and/or join in when she fucked Topaz with it, so that didn’t seem very likely. Not to mention Layla hadn’t lied to him yet. Or, at least, as far as he knew she hadn’t. She seemed like the kind of person who would be a very accomplished liar, but she also seemed like the kind of person who wouldn’t lie on principle alone. At least, not to someone she liked.

So what were they doing in the tent?

He was at least very intrigued by what might be going on. It was something sexual...or was that assuming too much? This was one of his problems, except that maybe it wasn’t a problem? Alan had picked up on the fact that it was a bad idea to assume sex was going to happen. He’d seen too many men do that and too many pissed off women. He knew there were a lot of problems surrounding the whole thing, and so he never assumed anything. Or, he supposed, he never assumed anything positive. He never assumed someone was attracted to him unless they directly said, to his face, otherwise. Of course, this opened up an entire other set of problems.

Like the fact that he didn’t trust his own ability to decipher flirting. There had been enough times where it seemed like a woman was flirting with him but in reality she was just being nice. So he never trusted that, either. Unfortunately, people didn’t come up and flat out tell you they wanted sex. Or at least women didn’t. And of course he felt way too uncomfortable asking for sex from someone because apparently that just wasn’t done and women tended to get angry. Which brought him back around to his original point.

Alan wasn’t sure where he would be if he hadn’t hooked up with Layla and she kept introducing him to these women that were casual and liberal about sex. Well, he knew where he’d be: lonely. Why couldn’t everyone just ask directly for it? Why did that have to be such a bad thing? Such a toxic topic? Why not just ask, directly, if someone was interested in sex, and they give you an honest answer? Yes, no, or I’m not sure but I’d like to spend some time getting to know you first. He’d be way happier getting mostly nos and the occasional yes than this awkward, unspoken, unnecessary, confusing, arbitrary set of rules that everyone referred to as ‘dating’.

Or sometimes ‘courting’.

Alan realized that he’d gone off on a really long tangent and looked back at the tent. As he did, Layla poked her head out, looked around and then smiled as she saw him. “Come on in, Alan. Your surprise is waiting,” she said.

“I thought you said it was a present,” he replied.

“Whatever. Same difference. Get in here!”

Shaking off his uncertain and bad thoughts, Alan lifted the flap, stepping into the tent, and then froze halfway through.

“Well don’t just stand there in the entrance, you’re letting the cold in and she’s naked,” Layla chastised.

Alan took a step forward, closing the flap behind him, and couldn’t stop staring.

Directly before him, in the center of the tent, was one of their three, low to the ground beds. Topaz was laid out on it, completely naked, with her arms and legs spread out and tied to the four bedposts. She was gagged with a thick piece of cloth bunched up in her mouth.

“What...what is this, exactly?” Alan asked, feeling suddenly nervous.

“This is a lot of fun,” Layla replied. He realized that she was naked also.

“I don’t...get it,” he murmured. “What am I supposed to do with her?”

Layla’s grin became broader. “Anything you want, Alan.”

He swallowed again, but he could feel himself becoming intensely aroused. He was admittedly playing dumb just a little, but mainly just because this was so unexpected. He’d heard stories and, yeah, he’d read a couple of books about women who liked to get tied down and fucked hard, but he’d never been entirely sure it was true. Or, if it was true, he thought it must be very rare. Topaz was staring at him intently with wide eyes.

“A-are you sure?” he stammered.

Topaz rolled her eyes and looked at Layla, making a few muffled sounds. Layla sighed and stepped forward, loosening the gag a bit and lowering it. “Yes, Alan. I’m sure. You think I’d let Layla put me in this position if I didn’t want it? Use me. Abuse me. I want you to scream at me, hit me, choke me. I want you to treat me like a fuck slave that you hate. I want you to fuck me so hard the bed might break. Now get to it!” she snapped.

“Okay,” he replied, and started undressing.

While he did that, Layla reapplied the gag tightly to Topaz’s mouth.

“She’s into this?” he asked.

“Oh my Gods, yes. She’s a little freak about it,” Layla replied. Topaz said something up at her, the words completely lost to the gag. Layla looked down at her. “Oh shut up, you little slut.”

Alan felt a strange, dark excitement rising up from his core, twisting his stomach, as he got his boxers off and stared down at Topaz’s long, lean, beautiful tanned body. There was something strange and uncomfortable that called to a darker part of Alan’s lust when he saw her like that, tied down and gagged and nude, completely vulnerable, completely unable to defend herself. He didn’t like it that it turned him on.

But both of them were insistent and he had to admit, he’d always wanted to see what it would be like, what it would feel like to do this.

So he got down in between her wide spread legs.

Kneeling over her, staring down at her bound and gagged form, he hesitated one more time. But Layla spurred him on.

“Don’t keep her waiting, Alan. Topaz has been a very bad girl and she needs to be punished. And she wants you to punish her,” she said, her voice dripping erotic lust.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. Alan laid down on top of her, guiding his rock hard cock inside of her as soon as he was able. She was incredibly wet, so wet, in fact, that he slid right in without a problem. Topaz let out a loud, muffled groan as he pushed his way forcefully into her. He couldn’t believe how tight and heated her elf pussy was! Pleasure, raw and rapturous, ignited within him as he buried his cock completely within her. Settling down between her legs, resting on his knees, he leaned forward and put his hands down on either side of her. Once he felt comfortably in position, he started banging her.

Topaz continued moaning and it sounded way too sexy from behind the gag. She stared up at him with beautiful green eyes, alive and alight with emotion.

“Fuck her, Alan,” Layla whispered. “You need to punish her. Tell her what a bad girl she’s been,” she added.

Alan thought it would come out sounding stupid but surprisingly it didn’t when he lowered his face and looked into her eyes and growled, “You’ve been a very bad girl, Topaz. And you’re going to pay for it.”

She let out a loud moan as he continued slamming his cock into her, banging their hips together. Alan pulled back and then slapped her across the face. It didn’t have quite as much impact, due to the gag, but it was more than a serviceable slap. She cried out. He hit her again. “You stupid fucking slut!” he yelled at her, this time backhanding her in the other direction. She was panting now and he could feel her getting even hotter and wetter.

“Don’t stop,” Layla said. He could hear her panting too.

Alan settled his hands on her thin neck. “You dumb, worthless bitch. You shouldn’t have been a bad girl,” he growled as he started laying on the pressure, tightening his hold around her. She gagged and twitched. “You useless elf whore, this is all you’re fucking good for,” he continued, choking her, squeezing her neck as he kept fucking her.

The pleasure was intense, far more powerful than it usually was, and it was already pretty powerful. His dark excitement that had turned his stomach in not unpleasant knots had morphed somehow, amplifying the intense erotic arousal and sexual bliss of burying his cock in her. Doing this to her as well was making the whole experience much more pleasurable. And hearing the sounds she was making, gagged and muffled…

He suddenly wondered if he should be worried about how much he was enjoying this.

He let go of Topaz’s neck when he began to get worried he was going too far. She began breathing rapidly through her nose. Alan knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, his orgasm was threatening to overwhelm him now. He did want to make her come first, though. And she seemed to really get off on it when he abused her…

“You fucking whore!” he screamed at her, slapping her pretty hard twice across the face. She let out a loud, muffled moan. “I’ll fucking teach you to act up!” he roared, slapping her again as he pounded her tight elf pussy. She was getting hotter and wetter. He was almost there, close to making her come.

Suddenly inspired, he reached forward and grabbed a thick handful of her red hair. Remembering something from one of those novels he read, he grabbed it by the roots, close to the scalp, and gave it a hard tug.

“Stupid worthless elf slut!” he screamed.

That did it.

She let out a long, sustained muffled cry of pure ecstasy as she started to orgasm all over his cock. At that same moment, Alan felt something inside of him twitch powerfully and his own climax began with a bang as his cock started spitting his seed out in furious, powerful spurts, filling up her fantastically wet, orgasming pussy. Both of them moaned and writhed against each other as they came, lost in their own worlds of pleasure.

As he came back to himself, Alan slowly pushed himself up. He looked down at Topaz, who looked so ridiculously beautiful, sweaty and naked, her hair a mess, her face flushed. He realized with a start that she’d been crying.

“I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?” he asked suddenly.

Topaz shook her head and tried to speak.

“Don’t worry, Alan. She just got off from it so fucking hard that you made her cry in pure pleasure,” Layla said. “Now move aside! I want my turn.”

“Oh, okay,” he replied, pulling his softening cock from her.

“Your punishment isn’t over,” Layla said as she undid Topaz’s bindings. She worked fast. She was very skilled with rope. As soon as she was free, Layla quickly bound her wrists and her ankles together tightly. Then she flipped her over. “I’m going to punish you up the ass, you little whore,” she said, moving across the tent to her pack. She came up with the magical strap-on and pulled it quickly on, settling it over her crotch.

Topaz looked over at her, trying to say something.

“Shut the fuck up,” Layla replied, squirting some lube made from tree sap onto the fake dick. Alan watched, fascinated, as she laid down against Topaz and fitted the fake cock into her tight, pale ass. Topaz let out a long moan and so did Layla as she shoved it up Topaz’s tight ass. “Oh my...I fucking love this thing!” she moaned.

Alan watched intently as Layla fucked her friend up the ass, both of them moaning. Layla apparently was still getting used to the power and special pleasure of the magical device because after only about a minute or so, maybe a minute and a half, she let out a loud, sustained cry of pleasure and collapsed against Topaz’s back, orgasming intensely. She kept moaning and twitching, her hips gyrating back and forth, pushing the dick deeper into Topaz’s ass, causing her to moan as well. Both women soon fell still.

“Holy fuck that was awesome,” Layla whispered, pushing herself up. She pulled the fake cock from Topaz’s ass and took it off, then she untied the elf.

“Sometime soon, I want a turn at that,” she said.

“Fair enough,” Layla replied.

Topaz looked over at Alan as she rubbed at her wrists, then she smiled and held her arms out to him. “Come here,” she said softly.

He came over and joined her on the bed. She laid down with him and hugged him tightly. “Are you okay?” she asked.

“Um...yeah, I’m okay. I was going to ask you the same thing,” he replied.

“I’m fine, Alan. You did a great job. I loved that. I wanted to thank you. I really appreciated that. It’s pretty rare that I come across a man who I trust enough to do that with. I’d say the vast majority of the time it’s Layla or Claire or one of my close, personal girlfriends. So...you’re really special to me,” Topaz said, smiling at him. She leaned in and gave him a kiss.

“Um...thanks,” he replied, still needing time to sort out how he felt about all this, about the fact that he had enjoyed hitting and screaming at Topaz, even if it had all been fake. “Uh...I think I could use another bath,” he said.

“Me too,” Topaz replied.

“Same,” Layla said. She’d put away the strap-on and was stretching now.

Alan followed the pair of naked women back out to the hot spring.

…

Alan was out collecting kindling for another fire when, as he finished bending down and picking up what he felt was the last stick needed to start and maintain a fire long enough to cook breakfast, he turned around and nearly jumped out of his skin upon seeing Serena behind him. She seemed to have popped soundlessly into existence, because he hadn’t heard a damned thing and from the small smile touching her snakeskin lips, she seemed to enjoy his reaction. A few of the sticks escaped his grasp and fell onto the ground.

“You almost gave me a heart attack,” he said after getting his breath back.

“I’m sorry,” Serena replied, slithering up to him and reaching down. She picked up the sticks and settled them back onto the pile in his arms. “You humans have the worst senses,” she said sheepishly, “and it’s irresistible to sneak up on you. But I am sorry, it wasn’t a nice thing to do.”

He sighed and found that he was having a hard time staying annoyed in the face of Serena’s large, naked breasts. He looked up into her amazing blue eyes and noticed that she’d pulled her hair up into a little ponytail.

He also noticed, suddenly, that she had pointed ears, like an elf.

“It’s fine,” he replied. “Did you do...whatever it was you needed to do?” he asked.

“Yes, my chores are tended to. How did your night go?” she replied.

Alan couldn’t help but grin. “Um...Layla and Topaz and I had a very fun experience,” he answered, turning and beginning the walk back to camp.

“Oh? That’s good to hear. Speaking of fun experiences...” she hesitated and he glanced over at her. He wondered if serpentine could blush. “Um, I was wondering if you might be interested in another sexual encounter. I very much enjoyed ours last night and I wouldn’t mind repeating the experience. Although...”

“Although...” he prompted.

“I’d like to try it on land this time,” she said, finally looking over at him. “If you wouldn’t mind doing that.”

“I wouldn’t mind at all, Serena. I’d absolutely love to have sex with you again.”

“Okay, good. I was honestly kind of nervous that you were just being nice and that you didn’t enjoy it.”

“Really? I thought I was pretty clear that I was enjoying the sex immensely.”

“Oh no, I mean...well, during our encounter, I remember having a great time and you really seemed to be enjoying it. But all last night, I kept wondering if maybe I was imaging it, maybe I just wanted to see you enjoying the sex. Memory is kind of a fickle thing. I mean, it’s just so rare to encounter a city-dweller interested in cross-species mating. It’s more common among elves and beryl, most common of all among felis, at least I think, but it’s unquestioningly least common among the humans. So I was a little worried.”

“I understand,” he replied. “My kind aren’t really known for their openness or want to try new things. Even cross-species mating among humans and elves and humans and felis is looked down upon a lot, and yes, sleeping with a serpentine would be seen as...well, an affront to nature itself, I think, by some people. Or very gross by others. But I don’t really care about any of that. I care about...well, who I find attractive and who might find me attractive.”

Serena smiled happily. “Me too. And I think you’re very attractive. And I’m glad that you enjoyed it as much as I remember you doing so. It was a seriously great sex session. I’m also intrigued by your lover.”

“Layla?”

“Yes. I know Topaz and her friend Claire and a few other elves, and elves are very sexually liberal, but from what I’ve gathered about felis, they’re more...hmm, how do I put this? Jealous, I suppose. They don’t like their mates to be with anyone but them.”

“I wouldn’t know. Layla is the only felis I’ve ever known in depth. I guess she’s unique as well. And I’m glad for it. We both have a lot of fun.”

“That’s good. It’s nice being with someone like that.”

They arrived back at camp and found Topaz finishing setting up the stone circle and the cooking apparatus, this time it was a spit-roast. Layla had been up early hunting and she’d already caught and cleaned a pair of rabbits. It’d take a little while to cook it all but now that they’d gotten what they’d come for, there wasn’t much of a rush.

“Got the wood?” Topaz asked, straightening up.

“Yep,” he replied, depositing it into the stone circle. The pair of them spent a moment arranging it all.

“Hey, Serena,” Topaz said. “Glad to see you made it back.”

“Happy to be back,” Serena replied. She sounded a little impatient.

“Where’s Layla?” Alan asked when they finished. He lit the fire with a small flame spell.

“In the tent, she’s reading that book she found on the cultist...Serena, you’ve got that antsy look about you. Horny?” she asked.

“You can read me too well,” Serena replied with a sly grin.

“Go on, get to fucking you two. I’ll handle the food.”

“Thanks, Topaz,” Alan said, stripping of his clothing. Serena was already naked so all she had to do was lay down in a grassy part of the clearing. She rested her head on one hand, propped up on her elbow, and stared at him, smiling seductively.

“After what you did for me last night, I’m happy to do you a few favors,” Topaz replied, grinning broadly at him.

“I think I’ve got to hear about last night,” Serena said.

“Later,” Topaz replied.

Alan finished shucking his clothing and hurried over to Serena. Part of him was really nervous about being completely naked out in the open of the forest and making love with a serpentine. But another part of him trusted Topaz to watch out for them and also he didn’t fucking care because he wanted to stick his cock in her so fucking badly. He paused as he reached her, looking down at her long, strange form.

She was beautiful.

All that snakeskin, soft and light green. Her wonderful, luxurious curves at her ‘hips’ and her huge breasts, soft yet firm. And her face. Wow did she have such a beautiful face. Overwhelmed with joy and lust, Alan laid down on top of her and began kissing her passionately, laying his hands in between them on her huge breasts and massaging them, groping them, just loving the simple, tactile pleasure of touching big tits.

Serena tasted of something sweet this time and he suspected that she might have eaten something before coming here, strawberries maybe, or perhaps some honey. It was faint but there, and very pleasant. Her lips were large and soft and an absolute pleasure to kiss. Especially since she was making pleased sounds every couple of seconds or so. She really seemed to be enjoying herself and the way she was rubbing his bare back slowly, sensuously, almost lovingly...he could tell that she was a very intimate, affectionate woman.

He knew some people were kind of turned off by that, though he’d never been sure why. He’d heard stories of quick encounters were one party, man or woman, would refuse kissing, they just wanted sex. But that seemed so strange to him. If you were going to have sex, even with a stranger, why not enjoy the full experience? The kissing, the touching, the cuddling, the close intimacy. He supposed that intimacy just freaked some people out. He was glad that once the clothes came off and the contact actually began, he had no problem being intimate.

“Will you put in me now?” Serena whispered, her lips so close to his they brushed against them as she spoke.

“Yes,” he replied quietly, getting up and slipping a hand down between them.

After last night, he had a better idea of how to approach and handle sex with her, although now it was different because they weren’t underwater.

In a way, he liked this position better.

Serena let out a soft, passionate gasp of pleasure as his dick found the soft, wet entrance of her serpentine vagina and carefully pushed its way inside. Alan groaned quietly, exhaling hard as he slid slowly into her. She was slick inside and very hot, and so tight. Fuck, he couldn’t believe how tight it was. It seemed to constrict around his cock as he pushed it into her. In just a few, quick thrusts he had buried himself completely within her.

“Oh, Serena...” he moaned, louder this time.

She was doing something with her vaginal muscles. It almost felt like she was massaging his dick, making herself tighter, moving them in waves as he fucked her. “What are you...oh Gods, what are you doing? How are you doing that?” he moaned.

She grinned up at him. “Do you like it, my cute little human?” she asked.

“Yes,” he groaned. “It’s so fucking good.”

“I’m glad. I want to pleasure you,” she murmured.

He looked down at her, feeling a little strange about the position he was in. Basically, he was resting on his hands and knees with her beneath him. In a way, it was kind of like having sex with a woman who was lying flat on her back with her legs pressed together. Weird, but doable, although he’d never actually tried that position before. He had to admit, being on his knees and just pushing it into her repeatedly, he had a pretty good position for some great control. He could just rest there and fuck the shit out of her, rapidly pumping her pussy with his steel hard cock. He looked down at her huge snakeskin breasts, swaying and bouncing as he slammed into her, and the sound of her voice carrying on the air, moaning loudly in desperate sexual rapture…

He wanted to come inside of her. He really wanted to deposit his seed into her wonderful, willing monster pussy.

But he was going to make himself wait. He was going to get her off first. It was something he tried very hard to do at all times, primarily because he had a sense of fair play, partially because he got off on getting his lovers off, but also definitely because once he’d blown his load...he was pretty much useless for a little while.

So he leaned down and began licking across one of her light green nipples. Serena let out a renewed moan of pleasure, this one particularly loud, and it made him suddenly look around, his fears of being discovered revisited. Topaz was at the spit-roast, still absentmindedly turning it, staring intently at them, her eyes alight with lust. Layla had come halfway out of the tent, standing there, naked save for a pair of panties, also staring intently at him, a small lusty smile on her face. He’d already fucked her before sunrise, when she’d woken up to go hunting and needed a bit of a wake up. There was no one else around.

The idea of being watched in secret suddenly had its own appeal. It was a weird, kind of dark appeal, but for some reason he kind of wanted someone to know he was out here, fucking this beautiful, big-breasted serpentine like crazy, and she was loving it. He returned his attention to her breasts, then began to suck on one of them.

“Oh yes! Alan! My nipples are so sensitive...” she moaned.

He continued sucking on one of her huge tits as he fucked her, pounding her even harder, burying himself utterly within her, desperate to pleasure her, to get her off, to let himself get off and fill her pussy with his hot seed.

Maybe thirty seconds after he’d switched to her other breast and was giving it a similar treatment, sucking intently on it, it happened. Serena orgasmed. A powerful, loud, almost wailing moan of absolute sexual bliss escaped her and her muscles began spasming out of control, making his cock nearly overwhelmed with pleasure. It only got worse (or better, really), as she became even hotter and wetter inside.

He could feel her huge, powerful tail slamming into the ground repeatedly behind him as she climaxed and was suddenly glad he hadn’t tried to talk her into doing this indoors or near anything breakable. Or anyone else. Her tail could do some serious fucking damage. Maybe five seconds into her orgasm, Alan began to enjoy his own.

His whole body seemed to go rigid and he groaned loudly as an intense wave of pure pink pleasure washed through him like magic, like a drug, like a dream. His orgasm flared hard and his dick began spitting out thick gobs of his seed into Serena’s pussy, filling her up. Absolute ecstasy radiated out from his core, filling him from head to toe and casting him into an alternate world of nothing but pure sexual satisfaction.

As always, it was short-lived, but very intense. As he finished coming inside of her, grunting and groaning, his dick kicking a few more times, he collapsed against her, his head pillowed on her huge breasts for the moment, both of them breathing hard.

“That was what I was hoping for,” Serena said happily, letting out a heavy sigh of sexual satisfaction.

“Me too,” Alan murmured.

After another few moments of getting himself back together and catching his breath, he pulled out of her and stood up. The pair of them headed for the hot spring, eager for another bath, especially given the early morning chill that still seemed to cling to the environment. He didn’t know how Serena managed to go around naked all the time, though he figured she must have some kind of natural magic that helped her ward off the cold. Glancing back over his shoulder, he saw Topaz switching out the rabbits, one of them now cooked.

Layla had disappeared back into the tent.

He wondered what was so interesting about that book. Normally she was pretty chatty and lively in the mornings. Well, he supposed it had to be interesting, given that apparently not that many people knew very much about this awful cult. He and Serena settled down into the steaming water and simply relaxed for a few moments.

“What are you going to be doing now?” Alan asked.

“I’m not sure, honestly. I have the next couple of days free,” she replied.

“I’m a little curious, and I’ll understand if you don’t want to tell me, but...what is it exactly you do around the forest?” He was very curious, actually. He knew that the life of a dryad or a serpentine wasn’t structured like that of a human or an elf. There were no jobs in the traditional sense, it seemed more that they just...lived their lives, doing what needed to be done.

“I don’t mind telling you,” Serena replied. “Admittedly, we try to keep it a secret, because mystery serves us better than specifics. Someone’s more likely to be afraid of or intimidated by you if they aren’t sure what you’re capable of or where you might be. My roles are wide and varied. I travel up and down the Redwood Forest. Mainly I scare off or combat threats to the forest, and I also tend to areas that are sick or animals that have become injured, and occasionally helping lost travelers find their way back.”

“Oh...cool,” he replied. “That’s pretty nice of you.”

“Well, what’s nice for the forest is nice for me. And my kind. The forest provides for us, so we provide for the forest. Now, as for your question, I thought maybe I’d spend some time with you three. I’ve enjoyed our experiences so far and, well, honestly, I want to continue making love with you. It’s a very rewarding, gratifying experience.”

He laughed and felt himself blushing again. “Thank you, Serena. I can most definitely safely say the same. And I’d be good with that if Topaz and Layla are.”

“I’m good with it!” Topaz called.

Alan laughed. The two of them finished washing themselves off and once they were clean, they rose from the hot spring and moved to join Topaz. Alan stepped into the tent, grabbed a towel and began to dry off.

“What’s up?” he asked Layla, who was sitting on one of the beds, her legs folded, staring intently into the book before her. “What’s so interesting in there?”

“It’s crazy,” she replied quietly. “A lot rantings and ravings about cleansing and the sin of the world and all sorts of bullshit. I’ve gotten through most of their founding stuff, why they were started and recent events, although I’m having a hard time making heads or tails of it. Now I’m into an actual journal portion of the guy who kept it. I’m trying to figure out exactly what it is that they were trying to accomplish when they stole that gem.”

“Huh,” was all Alan could think to say.

After he dried off, he got dressed in some simple traveling clothes and the pair of them moved back outside. Before long, the rabbit and pork was cooked and they chatted happily as they ate about recent events and other things. Serena told a story about a group of thieves she’d haunted and harrowed for two whole days a few months ago, not because they were thieves but primarily because they wouldn’t stop making messes at their campsites and they wouldn’t put their damned fires out. And she couldn’t have that.

“I gave them a chance, two actually, and put out their fires after they’d left. I also kept them from robbing anyone. They didn’t really seem like bad people, or at least not people who couldn’t be saved, so I didn’t want to kill them. After two days of them stumbling around like idiots, I finally started screwing with them. Whispering to them, throwing things at them, causing them to trip or get stung by bees...” she smirked at it.

“You’re a real troublemaker,” Topaz said, grinning.

“Yep. It was fun. Ultimately they flipped out when I confronted them directly and told them to leave the Redwood Forest and never come back. It was dark and there was a lot of mist around so I think they thought I was a vengeful spirit or something. One of them actually pissed himself. They ran away. It was a fun experience, overall.”

Alan laughed, but noticed that throughout all of this, Layla kept reading, pausing only occasionally to eat or look around at the others. She seemed to be getting unhappier the more she read through the book.

As breakfast came to a close, Layla suddenly stood up. “Oh shit,” she said, still staring at the book in her hands.

“What?” Alan asked.

“We’ve got a problem. A big problem. I finally figured out what the fuck they were trying to do with that gem.” Now all three of them were staring at her. She was the most worried that Alan had ever seen her. “They’re intent on summoning some kind of imprisoned...creature. Some ancient evil. The gems are a source of power needed to unlock the magical prison where it is kept. We need to stop them,” she said, looking around slowly at them.

“Are you sure about this?” Serena asked.

“Yes. I mean, I guess I only have the rambling journal of a psychotic cultist to go off of, but you saw these guys. They’re serious. We have to go after them,” Layla replied.

“Shouldn’t we warn someone else? Aren’t there other people to deal with this?” Alan asked uncertainly.

“There are. We don’t have time. They’re supposed to be trying to do this within the next few days, possibly as early as tomorrow,” Layla replied.

“Wait, they needed the gem to do it,” Topaz said. “And now they don’t have it. We do.”

“It wasn’t very clear, but I’m not entirely sure that this is a case of they need a specific set of gems, I think they just need a certain number of a rare type of gem. They could have more...” she looked around at them again and sighed. “This is important. Like, really important. A lot of people don’t realize just how much dangerous shit is out there. I don’t mean dangerous like it might kill you, or dangerous like it might kill your entire village. I mean dangerous as in it might kill the entire population of the continent. Or worse, enslave them into a constant torturous existence. Several high-level demons and things from lower planes have been locked away in magical prisons on our world. At the very least, we need to check this out and even if we’re wrong, we’d be putting an end to a murderous cult. At best, we’d be saving the world. Or at least the region.”

Topaz sighed, considering it. “Fine, but we need to get a message out. We need to warn other people, and get the gem to safety. Where even is this happening?” she asked.

“That’s the problem, I don’t know specifically. Somewhere north, in the mountains. But I found a reference to an abandoned military fort they were using as an outpost at the base of the mountains, just at the edge of the forest. It’s only maybe a mile from here and I know where it is, I’ve seen it before. I think we should go there, search it, see if we can find some more clues. As for the gem...I think one of us should take it back. Keep it somewhere safe.”

Alan could tell that she was talking about him, but Serena spoke up. “I can do it,” she said. “Or, at the very least, I know where we can do it. On the way there, we’ll pass through dryad territory. I know the clan well. They are fierce warriors and have a great ability to keep secrets. And maybe we can ask them for backup,” she added.

Topaz nodded. “It sounds like a plan. We can probably get one of them to get word out somehow, too,” she replied.

Layla seemed reluctant, but agreed. “Okay. Let’s get moving.”

Alan felt nervous but also a little invigorated. Layla was making this sound like a big deal, as in real hero stuff, not just common adventuring like killing some giant spiders or taking down some thieves or hunting down a murderer. This was the real stuff, the stuff legends might be made off. He knew what Layla would tell him if she heard him talking like that: get your head out of the clouds before someone chops it off.

And she’d be right.

He needed to learn to pay more attention in dangerous environments. He was certainly getting better at it, but he hadn’t been happy to learn that his natural level of attentiveness wasn’t really all that high. He was used to being alone, indoors, in a familiar environment, focusing on one or two things at a time, really. Outdoors, there was so much space, so much to see and hear and smell, so many other creatures around.

Alan finished off his breakfast and doused the fire with a chill spell, snuffing it instantly. He straightened up and moved to help the women pack up and break down the camp. Which would at least be easy, given that their camp-in-a-bag just needed a simple word spoken and it would pop back into a little bag.

It was time to get back to work.

…

Layla was nervous, but was trying her best to keep it to herself.

She’d really been looking for a reason to get Alan out of there, some excuse, any excuse really, to get him back to the safety of Bryne or Redwood. But there just hadn’t been one and he’d already made good points the first time around about coming along. It wasn’t like she had any new arguments to present to him, just the same worries and concerns. But the last attack had gone well. Really well, actually.

They made quite the team.

Unfortunately, there was a difference between attacking a group of sleeping cultists in the middle of the night and attacking an abandoned military fort with who knew how many assailants inside in the middle of the day. Part of her wanted to wait until night but another part knew that they simply couldn’t afford to wait.

Maybe no one would be there.

She doubted that.

Once they had broken down the camp, the four of them had set out, heading due north. Though, per Serena’s instructions, they veered a little to the east. None of them spoke very much as they walked, trying to set a good pace. Alan was the slowest. The other three of them spent varying amounts of time in the wilderness and were very naturally acclimatized to traveling through the woods, given that Serena was a creature of the woods, Topaz was an elf and they basically lived their lives in or around the forests, and Layla was a natural predator with gifts of dexterity and hunting. She felt most at home outdoors and in the woods.

Alan was a village boy.

Though he was doing very well, she thought. Occasionally she’d look back at him as he hurried to keep pace and feel a stab of elation and affection. Whenever he caught her looking, he favored her with a smile. She was still having her worries, her doubts, about their relationship. She was probably being paranoid and tried to chastise herself for her miserable thoughts, but experience had taught her well. Experience was cruel.

Too many relationships had blown up on her and she was very reluctant to depend on someone that much again. Naturally the solution would be to keep it simple, keep a distance between them, but she was bad at that. She always had been. So her other solution was to just keep her boytoys around until one of them got tired of the other or she became too invested in them and had to break it off. Usually she did it abruptly.

If she felt the man could handle it, she left in the middle of the night, while he was asleep. She always made sure to leave a note, so he didn’t think she’d been killed or stolen off. It wasn’t an unreasonable fear, given the life they’d lived. She always felt bad doing it but also, every time she’d gone against the grain and stayed with them, when she’d given into her feelings, she had been either let down or hurt very badly.

Although Alan…

He did seem rather different than the other men she’d allowed deeper into her life. He was a full decade younger than her and although she never tried to abuse it, there was a power difference there. She couldn’t lie to herself that there wasn’t. He always seemed to acquiesce to her requests. She knew a lot of it had to do more with the fact that she had opened up his world sexually. A true principle of life was that boys always fell in love with the girls who took their virginity, and although she hadn’t done that with him, in a way, she felt like maybe she kind of had. Or at least she’d shown up in the wake of another girl who had done so and left him.

She remembered his tale of the redheaded adventuress who had slept with him.

Layla felt a twinge of guilt as she thought about the fact that, although she never abused the power difference...she did enjoy it. But who wouldn’t? Even as they walked in silence, her following Serena with Topaz beside her and Alan in tow, she found herself examining the relationship from several different angles, looking for holes, for flaws, for potential red flags and warning signs. She realized that she was really considering making this more serious and trying to look for reasons not to. And she wasn’t finding any.

Suddenly, Serena stopped.

“Do you smell that?” she whispered.

Layla froze and sniffed the air. She couldn’t smell anything. Except...frowning, she closed her eyes and sniffed more deeply.

When it came to her, her eyes snapped open and she was going for her bow. “Undead,” she said, and Topaz was nodded.

“Hurry,” Serena said.

The four of them raced forward, pushing through the trees and the underbrush and the growth. Before long, the sound of conflict came to them, the haunting moans of zombies and the sharp crackle of magic at work.

The four of them burst into a huge clearing where a dozen dryads were facing off against three times their number of undead.

“Help them!” Serena called, racing forward.

As Layla notched an arrow, she watched the serpentine pick up a zombie, what had once been an elf, lift him up and literally rip his head off. She marveled at the strength of the woman before forcing herself to focus again. Half a dozen zombies were coming for them now with more on the way. She loosed her arrow, putting it through the eye of the nearest walking dead. With a gurgling groan, it collapsed, the magic controlling it no longer able to sustain it. Topaz had her sword out and was rushing forward.

As Layla notched and loosed a second, third, and fourth arrow, she watched in amazement as Topaz decapitated zombie after zombie in tight, clean swings of her blade. Damn that girl was badass! Just as she was beginning to worry that Alan might not be doing anything, he began loosing tightly controlled firebolts, one after the other. They burst in zombie’s faces, which was very smart. Hits to the torso would certainly light the zombie on fire, but although an aflame zombie would eventually die, in the meantime, it would wander around, on fire, causing all sorts of damage. Especially if there were plants and dryads nearby.

The zombies he was hitting died in seconds as their brains melted or burst under the heat. As Layla shot an arrow into the open mouth of another zombie that was too close for comfort, she could see the dryads doing quite well too. The female nature spirits were vicious and nasty when they chose to fight. They grew claws, powerful, razor sharp claws, and had command over the forest. Some zombies were swallowed up by sinkholes in the ground, others were suddenly constricted by roots that burst up out of the earth itself. The roots would wrap around them, slither up their mottled forms and punch right through their heads.

As the group of warriors went to work cutting down the zombies, minutes passed and eventually the last undead thing fell. All was silent, except for some crackling from the zombies that Alan had killed, but the flames soon went out.

One of the dryads, the tallest of them by a good half foot, turned to face Serena. “Serena! What are you doing here?” she asked, marching over. She covered the distance fast. The dryad could be very quick. She wrapped the woman in a tight hug. “Thank you,” she said before Serena had a chance to begin explaining.

The serpentine woman filled the tall dryad in while her companions began disposing of the bodies. This apparently consisted mainly of tightly controlled flame spells. Alan offered his help and they accepted it. It was always best to destroy the body of a zombie by flame if possible. The dryad listened intently, but Layla didn’t like the look on her face. Normally the creatures of the forest were largely unreadable, but Layla could read impatience, worry, and a kind of guilty sorrow written in her features.

“I’m afraid we can’t help you,” she said when Serena stopped speaking. “We’ve been tracking the source of these undead and we’ve found it. Three clans are gathering to deal with a necromancer that has taken root in an abandoned structure to the southwest, in the forest. Something has to be done about him and soon.”

“I understand,” Serena said quietly.

“I’m sorry. I truly am, but he is a powerful necromancer and we need considerable forces to eliminate him. However...” she turned to Layla, “we can take the gem with us and secret it away where no one will find it, if that will help.”

“It will,” Layla said, turning the gem over to the dryad. “We really appreciate it.”

“It is my pleasure. Now, I’m afraid we must go. Good luck on your journey. If we deal with this necromancer in due time, we will try to make our way to you, should you require assistance,” the dryad said.

“Thank you,” Serena replied. “And good luck.”

“To you as well.”

Layla watched the dryad go. This was not good, but at least they’d gotten rid of the gem. They could proceed in relative safety.

“Come, we must hurry,” Serena said, setting off once more.

Layla, Topaz, and Alan moved to join her as they set off again into the Redwood Forest.

…

It took another hour or so of moving through the dense foliage of the forest, but they finally managed to find themselves at the edge of the overgrown clearing the long abandoned human military fort was built in. Layla recognized it as an outpost back from when the humans and the elves were at war with each other. She and the others sat for a solid fifteen minutes studying it. The only thing they could confirm was that there were definitely cultists inside. Unfortunately, they had no idea how many. They saw at least ten of them, walking in and around the exterior. Layla was running scenarios through her head by now.

“How should we do this?” she asked softly.

“Give me five minutes,” Serena replied, “then mount a full frontal assault. I’ll slip in through the back, start taking the ones inside the base out. We’ll meet in the middle. Does this sound like a good plan?” she asked.

Layla thought about it. It was dangerous and risky, but they didn’t have a whole lot of options here and if Serena was offering to take the most dangerous job, going in alone into enemy territory, then so be it.

“It does. Good luck,” she replied.

“You too,” Serena said, and slithered off into the forest.

Layla and the others waited. She made sure that Alan was charging his magic, then prepared an arrow. She was going to stay back while they charged in and provide cover for them. There were at least three of them on the roof and they had to go. Although both Alan and Topaz were technically capable of taking them out, with her bow and his magic, they would be more than busy with the guys on the ground.

Five minutes passed.

“Go!” Layla whispered, and loosed her first arrow. It sailed true and hit the first roof-mounted man in the temple. He dropped and, thankfully, didn’t fall off the roof, alerting the others. She notched another arrow and fired, taking the second guy in the eye and dropping him fast. The third and final cultist was just reacting to the second death when she fired. Unfortunately, while this arrow hit him, it did so in the throat. He had just enough time and air to scream before falling backwards off the roof and slamming bodily into the dirt.

That alerted the others.

Topaz and Alan were already in the courtyard and they were fighting hard now. Topaz kept up her overwatch of the situation, notching another three arrows and letting them fly. Two hit, one an instant kill, the other slamming into a woman’s arm, distracting her long enough with pain for Topaz to slice her neck open and kick her back.

The battle raged on.

Layla helped by sniping until there was no one left in the broken courtyard. As the last body fell and no one else came out of the ruined fort, she quickly moved down after surveying the area one more time just to be sure they were alone. As soon as she joined them, Topaz and Alan began heading into the fort itself. They’d hardly made it more than ten feet into the first room, a large, open space that had once been a dining hall, before running into Serena. Layla was briefly taken aback by her. She was partially covered in blood.

She looked like some kind of demonic warrior apparition.

“The structure is empty now,” she reported calmly.

“Um...good,” Topaz murmured. “Did they give you any trouble?”

“No. I trust you fared well?”

“Yes. They’re all dead out there,” Layla replied.

“I guess we should begin our search for clues. I’ll head back deeper into the fort,” Serena replied, turning and leaving them standing there in the dining hall.

“How about you join her in searching the first floor, Topaz?” Layla suggested. “Alan and I will take the second story.”

Topaz nodded and began hunting around the dining hall.

Layla led Alan upstairs. They walked slowly up one of the two wooden stairwells that led up the left and right walls of the room. For the first five minutes or so, they moved through the long-abandoned rooms. Most of them were living quarters, some were storage areas, a lot of them were empty. It was obvious that some of them hadn’t seen the light of day in years, decades maybe. As they kept up their search, Layla spoke up.

“How are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m okay,” Alan replied. He seemed a little pale.

“You sure? You seem...shaken.”

“I guess I am a little,” he replied sheepishly, like he was reluctant to admit it.

“It’s okay if you are, Alan. It’s natural. You don’t have that much experience with combat yet. I did want to let you know that you’re doing well. Those smaller firebolts were a great idea. I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I’ve had a lot more practice with the fireballs, but they take up more of my magic reserves. The bolts are harder to do, however. It occurred to me that I should probably start practicing with them more. Though I guess in the midst of battle might not be the best time.”

“Perhaps not, but you did very well.”

“Thanks,” he murmured.

By then they’d basically searched the entire upstairs. The second story wasn’t very impressive. All but two of the rooms were empty or hadn’t been used by the most recent guests of the fort. The two that were didn’t have much in them. It was obvious they’d been sleeping up there and it appeared these crazy cultists didn’t much believe in earthly possessions. Beyond swords and bows and arrows, at least. She’d only managed to find perhaps fifty coin and one gem, (just a regular one), among their stuff left in the bedrooms.

Before they went downstairs, Layla turned and wrapped Alan in a large, powerful hug. He hugged her back, though his hesitation seemed to indicate that she’d surprised him. She held him for a good ten seconds before letting go.

“What was that for? Not that I didn’t appreciate it,” he asked.

“You looked like you could use a hug. And I love hugs. Now come on, let’s see if the others have managed to find anything.”

She noted that Alan seemed to be in a better mood. Good. She hoped they found a chance to get some downtime. She wanted to improve his mood, (and her own and Topaz’s), even more. Okay, and she really wanted to give Topaz a chance to use that magically enhanced strap-on. And to get DP’ed by the two of them.

They came downstairs and helped the other two women finish searching the fort. By the end of it, they’d managed to gather a few more bags of gold, some arrows, (not as good as what she was normally used to using, but Layla would make due), and, finally, a map. More specifically, a map that would lead them exactly where they wanted to go. They all studied it intently for awhile, ensuring that they all memorized it in case something ended up happening to the map. Luckily, the path to where they wanted to go was pretty straightforward.

Then they began making their plan.

“Serena, I know this sucks, but...we’re going to need you to head back into the forest and try to find us some reinforcements,” Layla said.

Serena looked decidedly unhappy about this news. “I think we would have a higher probability of success if I joined you.”

“And I agree with that assessment...but we would have an even higher probability of success if you found us some reinforcements.”

“Provided I can find anyone,” Serena said.

“I think you can. Even if it’s some of your clan, that would be a tremendous help. I have no idea what we’re going to find when we get there, but this has to be taken care of, and as soon as possible. We can’t afford to wait and at the very least someone has to go on ahead and scout out the situation. Please...asking you to do this is hard, because you’re right, I want you with us. You’re a force to be reckoned with, but...it’s more important that you find someone to help us. I’d send Alan back to Bryne but the elves there already have their hands full with the undead, and there’s no promise that they would believe him,” Layla explained.

Serena stared at each of them in turn, then sighed heavily. “I suppose you are correct. I will do as you ask and I will try to gather whatever reinforcements I can. Regardless of who I find, I’m moving north to join you one day from right now.”

“Okay,” Layla said. “Good luck.”

“You too,” she said.

Pausing, Serena then gave each of them a hug in turn. And she gave Alan a lingering kiss, which he didn’t seem to know how to respond to. Layla always found that amusing. And she thought it was interesting how he’d had so little luck with women before they’d hooked up, he really did seem to attract a lot of the right kind of attention. She supposed it was just that he was one of those individuals that didn’t fit in well in his own society but did quite well in others. Or maybe he just attracted similar souls.

Layla knew she didn’t fit in all that well.

“Come on,” Layla said after they’d followed Serena into the courtyard and watched her slither off into the forest, “we should get going too. I don’t think we’ll be able to make this trip before sundown,” she added.

Before they left, they pulled the dark armor off of three of the corpses and put it on, both for protection and to hopefully pass as either dangerous or one of their own if they ran into any more of the cultists.

It would be a good way to get the drop on them.

…

Alan was very grateful for Layla’s decision to put on the dark armor.

Initially he’d been worried, paranoid about running into someone who wasn’t a part of the cult but might recognize them and falsely identify them as cultists or just as murders if they didn’t know who the cult was but was familiar with their activities, but he’d talked himself out the worry. At least partially. Enough that he didn’t say anything to Topaz or Layla. He imagined they must have weighed the dangers against the much more likely danger that they’d run into the cultists themselves. In which case it was a great idea to wear the armor.

But what he was really grateful for was the added insulation. The things were great at keeping the cold out.

And it was fucking cold.

The temperature had started to drop as they’d left the fort and a fresh cloud cover rolled in, only this time it wasn’t rain that fell on them as they left the forest and found themselves staring up at the tremendous bulk of the mountain range. It was sleet. Alan hated sleet. It turned the ground in a death trap, making it far too easy to fall down on your ass and maybe even break something. He’d healed more broken arms and wrists and fingers than he cared to think about during the winter months. And now he had to put up with it again.

The three of them had found the trail that the map had indicated, (they’d given the map to Serena, since it made the most sense), and had started following it. There was no one around as far as the eye could see. No buildings, no animals, no people. Just the path and the mountain. It had started off at a relatively easy incline, but after an hour had toughened up into a steep grade that left Alan gasping for breath before too long. He felt embarrassed, though he was surprised he’d lasted this long. All the walking and sex had to have bulked up his endurance over the past several weeks. Even still, he felt even guiltier when they took breaks.

Both women were naturals at this. Natural walkers, natural climbers. Both of them a lot more fit than he was. Although Alan was surprised to see that he’d shed some of the weight he’d put on those last several years, puttering about the inn, not doing any physical labor of any kind. He was still a long way from fit, but walking everywhere had definitely started the process of shaping his body a bit more. He was liking it.

He was also kind of liking the heavy tan he was sporting now.

As they walked on and on, following the winding path up the mountain, the sleet turned to snow. The winds became even more bitterly cold and they seemed to have an edge to them. Alan pushed himself to keep up with the women, knowing they had a lot of ground to cover. He tried to think of things to keep his mind occupied.

He found himself thinking of Serena.

Sex with her had been amazing and intense. Serena was a very passionate, very intimate lover. And being inside of her...it was so unlike anything he’d ever felt. The texture of her vagina, the things she could do with her muscles, not to mention the fact that she was definitely the most...different, he supposed was the right word, the most different kind of woman he’d ever slept with. Making love with Topaz and Layla had been unique experiences all their own, but elves were little different from humans and felis were basically cat people. And he’d encountered enough of both of their kinds to have gotten used to the idea in a vague sort of way.

Morgan had been a very unique experience as well, but at the end of the day she was basically just a giant human.

Now the dryads...yes, they were like Serena in their uniqueness. Alan was finding that he was fast developing a powerful taste for the women of the wild, the women of nature. He let his mind drift through other species of nature beings he might have a chance at sleeping with. Mermaids...how would they feel? Harpies. He’d heard nasty stories about harpies but he’d also seen drawings of them and they looked beautiful...in a lethal kind of way. He knew they were supposed to have descended from elves hundreds, maybe even thousands, of years ago. And then there were the demonic beings. Succubi, demonic warrior women.

Alan kept thinking this until, after almost eight hours of solid walking, Layla called for a halt. He stopped, looked around and realized they were near a cave. Layla was making for it. Alan and Topaz followed her.

They got inside, out of the wind and the snow.

“We’ll make camp here tonight,” she said.

They moved back deeper into the cave, down a side tunnel that ended in a smaller cavern. They dropped the camp-in-a-bag. There was just enough room for it.

“We can’t light a fire,” Layla murmured, “not enough ventilation. We’ll suffocate.”

“I’m fucking freezing,” Topaz growled as the three of them crawled into the tent.

Layla grinned broadly. “I can think of a way we can heat up.”

“Oh my Gods yes,” Alan replied.

Topaz laughed loudly. “Well, someone’s thrilled about the idea. Can’t say that I blame you. But I so get to use that fucking toy of yours Layla.”

“I was thinking the same thing. I want both of you inside me at once,” she replied. “Since Alan is my current boytoy, he gets to call first dibs on which hole he gets to fuck.”

“I want to fuck you up the ass,” he replied immediately.

Layla laughed. “Figured. Come on, cuties, let’s get naked.”

They ended up taking off their armor, then shoving the three beds together and getting beneath the blankets before they took their clothes off. Alan quickly yanked off his clothing and shoved it back under the blankets. It would keep warm throughout the night from their body heat. As soon as they were all naked, they got up against Layla, both of them not just motivated by lust but also by a desire for warmth. All of her soft fur was very warm to the touch. For the first minute or so they simply rubbed their naked skin against her, causing her to laugh.

“Can we start kissing?” she asked.

“Mmm-hmm,” Topaz replied, pressing her lips against Layla’s. Alan laid a hand between them, first groping Layla’s high, firm, furry breast for a little bit, then shifted and took Topaz’s big, firm, wonderful breast into his hand. He loved Layla’s tits, he really did, but grabbing the naked breast of a human or an elf, (especially an elf)...well, nothing really compared. After a little bit, Layla disengaged from Topaz, rolled over and began to make out with Alan. As their twined tongues, he reached back and began groping her fit, firm ass.

They continued passing Layla back and forth between them, heating up beneath the blankets, until it was time for sex. Topaz fetched the toy from Layla’s pack and slipped it on. She also gave the lube to Alan, who had to use magic to heat it up first. There was no way he was coating his cock in such frigid stuff. Nor would he imagine Layla would like having something so cold put up her ass. Once he’d rubbed his dick down, both he and Topaz crowded around Layla, who was breathing more heavily now.

“Ready for it?” Topaz asked, grinning at her.

“I’m ready,” she replied, lifting her leg and bringing her foot up so that she could better rest her leg and grant them easier access.

Both of them began to fit themselves into her holes at once. She started to moan as they did this, carefully working their way into her. Topaz let out a startled cry of pleasure as she slipped into Layla’s pussy.

“Oh my...oh this feels...oh fuck!” she moaned as she started pounding Layla’s pussy.

Alan was experiencing his own wonderful pleasure right now. Layla had a seriously tight ass and working his way up it was a joy all its own. Once he got buried completely inside of her he pressed himself against her back, hugging her tightly to him and switching between groping her breasts and Topaz’s breasts.

“Layla, I can’t believe how good it feels,” Topaz gasped. “How have I never heard about something like this before...it’s so...it’s amazing!” she moaned.

“I got it from dryads in the Emerald Wild,” Layla groaned in response.

Both of them kept fucking her wonderfully tight holes until she decided they should switch positions. Topaz ended up lying on her back in the middle of the three beds, Layla mounted her and Alan got behind Layla, pressing himself against her back. It took a little bit but soon they had a nice rhythm going, with Layla riding the fake dick and Alan fucking her up the ass. He found himself loving several things about this new position.

For some reason, he always preferred having sex under blankets. It felt more intimate. It felt even more intimate, the three of them so close together like this, huddled and pressed together for warmth. And the position. There was something very...animal about doing it this way, something kind of primal. Like they weren’t having sex, they were rutting, mindlessly fucking for the sheer pleasure of it. And her ass was so fucking tight…

He wasn’t sure which one of them came first but he thought he might have. As he started coming up Layla’s ass, groaning in pure, desperate bliss as his seed began to be ejected in hot, thick spurts from the tip of his cock, he heard the other two women let out loud cries of intense pleasure and could feel their bodies twitching and shaking in the familiar fashion of an orgasm. Alan hugged Layla tightly to him as he came inside of her, filling her up.

After a long moment, as he finished, he carefully pulled out of her and laid down heavily on his side, too tired to do anything else.

Before anyone could say anything to him, he was asleep.

CHAPTER V

“Come on, Alan, just a little...bit...longer...oh yes there it is! There it fucking is!” Topaz cried out as she continued riding his cock.

He stared up at her big, pale tits, nearly hypnotized by them as they bounced and swayed. As he felt her start coming all over his dick, felt her muscles begin to squeeze and contract and release, he reached up and started groping them. Feeling those perfect elf tits of hers was all that it took to send him over the edge and then he was coming too, coming inside of her, into her, filling up her wonderfully hot pussy.

He groaned loudly as the pleasure washed through him, taking him away from it all. Away from his sore muscles and the ache in his right ankle that had developed sometime yesterday and the fact that he’d been sleeping in a frozen cave all night and that he was marching off to fight an unknown number of dangerous psychopaths. Right then, for those ten or so seconds, there was just him and Topaz, coming together, him filling her up with his seed, pumping her pussy full. He massaged her tits gently as he came.

When it was all gone, Alan was left floating in a sea of bliss.

Topaz laid down against him and kissed him deeply. He wrapped her in a hug and kissed her back. For a moment he felt a little strange. He was beginning to notice that the sex he had with Topaz was different than the sex he had with almost anyone else, except for Layla. He felt...connected with her. This was more than just common pleasure and more than just easy sex. But he ignored those notions.

He was having enough trouble trying to determine his relationship with Layla.

“Come on, you two, enough lounging around,” Layla said.

Alan glanced over at her as he broke the kiss. The two of them had already fucked about half an hour ago. She had just finished washing up in the basin and was dressing now.

“Aw, come on, I wanna get another turn,” Topaz complained. She yawned. “I’m still sleepy. This is too early for me. I need twice the normal wake-up sex.”

“We don’t have the time,” Layla replied. “And besides, if you fuck him again he isn’t going to have any energy left for the walk and battle ahead. Now get up you two,” she commanded.

Topaz sighed and looked down at Alan, now resting on the heels of her hands. Fuck, she was so beautiful. It was almost painful how beautiful she was. Her brilliant green eyes bore into his and her tanned face was flushed from the sex. And her hair, her flaming red hair was a mess and hung about her head like an aura.

“Well, I guess it’s time to get up, cutie,” she said, but she was still staring directly into his eyes. Did she feel the connection, too?

Before he could respond, she got up off of him, taking his softening cock out of her, and stood up. She stretched and he took a moment to admire her fit, pale ass. For some reason, he really loved how most of her was tan but her tits and ass and hips and some of her thighs were dead pale. He knew that it tended to be kind of hit or miss with elves. Some of them remained pale no matter how much time they spent outside, others were more like humans in the regard that they tanned naturally. Topaz moved over to the washbasin.

“How about breakfast?” she asked as she grabbed a rag and a bar of soap.

“Cold, I’m afraid,” Layla replied. “I’ve got some goat meat, some cheese, and some berries.”

“I can heat up the meat,” Alan said as he got up, yawned and stretched. His back and shoulders popped very satisfyingly. The cold kept him from lingering.

“You can?” Layla asked.

“Yes. I mean, I think,” he replied. “I should be able to. Just a modified fire spell.”

“Fair enough, but you have to do yours first,” she said.

He laughed and nodded. “Okay.”

He and Topaz washed up together while Layla got the food out. By the time he was dressed, Alan was feeling very awake. The sex, the washing, and the cold all served to kick him out of sleep. “Any idea how long we’ve slept?” he asked.

“About eight hours,” Layla replied. “I’ve got a good internal clock. Plus, I went and took a peek outside. It’s early morning, maybe an hour after sunrise.”

“Fair enough,” Alan replied. He’d slept like the dead for every one of those eight hours. All the walking and the threesome last night had really taken it out of him. Once he was dressed in his normal clothes, he accepted a piece of meat from Layla and carefully tried his modified flame spell. It came out well...for the most part. Actually, the meat was a little burned. He dialed it back for the next two and they came out much better.

The three of them spent a silent five minutes wolfing down their food and drinking water from glass bottles. Once they were finished, they dressed in their suits of armor, made sure their weapons were all ready for battle and stepped out of the tent. After speaking the magic word and the tent popped back down into a bag, Alan tied it off to his belt and they made their way back out of the cave. He was pleased to see that the snow had stopped. The skies were fairly clear and he could actually see the sun somewhere high overhead.

“Any idea how much longer?” Topaz asked as they set off once more.

“Judging from the map, and it’s a very rough estimate because I can’t tell exactly where we are or what kind of conditions we’ll face, but if we keep going and don’t stop, we should be able to get there within the next hour,” Layla replied. “And then, once we get there, we can hopefully spy on them and determine what to do.”

As they walked, Alan made sure to start gathering up a heavy store of magic. There was always a low-level ambiance of magic all around them and in an emergency he could typically pull something from the natural magical fields around them, but he’d never been particularly good at that. He always did much better when he’d stored some in his body. It was a bit difficult though, kind of like wearing heavy armor. You constantly had to maintain the magic in the same way you constantly had to stand upright against the weight of the armor.

He’d slowly built his tolerance up for it over the past several years and it was certainly a lot better than it was ever before, but he knew that he was still pretty unskilled at it compared to serious magic practitioners.

They continued following the path, which was less treacherous than yesterday due to the sun starting to melt the ice. Alan studied their environment as they passed through it. Everything here was so incredibly bleak. Sheer walls of rock and ice rose up to either side of them. The passage they were moving through was maybe forty feet wide and there were hardly any signs of life, even plant life. Just the occasional tree or shrub shoving its way up stubbornly out of the snow. Most of the trees were dead and he knew they were a vision of things to come.

Soon, within the next month or so, winter would descend on the land, turning all into a miserable, icy tomb where all the plants would die, the animals would go into hiding, and most people would leave their homes or stores as little as possible. A lot of industry died down in the winter and subsequently a lot of bad things happened. Fights broke out, there was increased vandalism and thievery as people got desperate.

It was a bad time and he’d never liked it.

Suddenly, the area around them widened as the walls to either side of them fell away. Not a great deal, but enough to admit them into a large space where there were more trees and plants. From the way Layla and Topaz froze up and went for their bows, Alan knew something was wrong. He was very grateful that he’d prepared that store of magic, especially when he heard heavy footfalls crunching through the snow towards them.

At first, he couldn’t tell what it was that was coming at them, but then, finally, coming from out of a copse of trees ahead and to their right, he spied it.

An ice elemental.

Unlike the beings of the forest, which could usually being reasoned with or at least avoided, ice elementals were as nasty as winter and would attack basically on sight. This one was no exception. Layla and Topaz both raised their bows.

“Fall back!” Alan called, hurrying forward. “Those won’t do any good!”

Layla called after him but Alan ignored her. This was something he actually knew how to handle. The ten foot tall being, basically a thick-bodied humanoid carved from ice and brought to life, was coming straight for him. Alan stopped a good distance away and raised both of his hands. As the thing continued barreling towards him, intent on smashing the life out of him, he released a solid fireball that crashed right into it.

The ice elemental instantly came apart and melted.

“Badass, Alan!” Topaz called.

“Very nicely handled,” Layla said.

Alan turned around and grinned at the women, actually feeling fairly accomplished in battle for once, instead of feeling like he was just getting lucky and barely surviving. Then, as he looked behind them, to another stand of trees, his smile fell away.

“Incoming!” he shouted, pointing behind them.

About a dozen ice wolves were coming out. Ice wolves, like ice elementals, were nasty creatures. They were huge, weighing easily a hundred and fifty pounds. Their fur tended to be dirty gray in color and one of them could, without serious effort, tear a person’s arm off. And Alan had just used up most of his reserve magic.

Well, here was another lesson in combat.

Always be prepared for something else to show up.

Both of the women immediately spun around and began backing away as they notched arrows. Alan quickly began gathering up magic again. The first volley of arrows landed. One landed in a wolf’s throat, which only seemed to enrage it, but the next one landed in a second wolf’s eye, pierced its brain and killed it. The entire pack began charging for them, tearing ass across the snow. Alan felt a fresh wave of terror roll over him. In his panic, he raised his hands, rushed up between the two women and released whatever magic he could muster into a fireball. It was maybe half the size of fireball that had taken out the elemental.

Nonetheless, it seemed to do its job.

Four of the wolves were incinerated in the blast and the remainder darted away, some of them smoking. They looked like they were beginning to regroup and come after the trio with a renewed vigor when, suddenly, they stopped. The survivors began sniffing the air rapidly and abruptly turned heel. Alan, Layla, and Topaz watched in confusion, and some fear, as all the remaining wolves ran away, disappearing back into the trees.

“What was that about? Did we scare them off?” Alan murmured.

“No, something’s wrong. They only do that when they smell a bigger threat nearby,” Layla replied unhappily, looking around and notching another arrow.

Alan began gathering more magic, but he was pretty much tapped out for the moment. It would take time, those two fireballs had taken it out of him. He scanned the immediate area, wondering what else was going to show up. It couldn’t be anything good. Alan realized that he might have to get some sword training the hard way.

When the new threat arrived, it did so silently.

He almost didn’t see them in time, none of them did. When Layla called out the warning, Alan spun around and saw them crawling towards him. Ice spiders. Much like the elementals and wolves, the ice spiders were even deadlier than most other varieties.

Ice things just weren’t that pleasant to be around.

There were about a dozen of them and they were moving fast.

Alan began firing off his store of magic a bit more calmly this time, joining Layla and Topaz as they opened up with their arrows. He shot a bolt of flame at the lead spider and hit the ugly pale blue thing right in its hideous face. And although his hit was dead on and killed the beast, it was, unfortunately, his only kill with the rest of his magic. The last few bolts he shot off either missed or didn’t do serious damage.

And then the spiders were on them.

Alan yanked out his sword and brought the blade down in a sharp chop. He cut off several legs of the nearest giant spider, feeling pure terror scream through him as the things continued advancing on him. Layla was backing up, trying to keep distance between her and the enemies as she kept using her bow. Topaz had pulled out her sword and joined Alan in the melee. Together, they kept the spiders at back, chopping and stabbing and slicing. Pale green blood sprayed on the snow and steamed in the frigid air.

In the end, after several close calls, the three of them managed to take down all twelve of the spiders without a fatal biting incident. Alan knew that their fangs, which dripped poisonous venom, were sometimes deadly and always very dangerous. None of them could afford getting bit. They waited for something else to show up, either a new threat or maybe more wolves or spiders, but a moment passed and they remained alone.

“Well that sucked,” Topaz muttered as she studied her sword. She sighed. “Alan, could you run some flames over this blade. I need it cleaned and I don’t want to use anything of my own, you know, cause of the poison.”

He considered it and then nodded. There was enough magic in and around him for this simple task. He washed some flames over the blade, then did the same with his own, figuring she had a point. As they did this, Layla moved about the various bodies they’d produced, recovering her arrows. The pair helped her to speed up the process.

Then she began sticking the heads of all her arrows into the spider corpses.

“What are you doing?” Alan asked.

“Poison-tipped arrows. Very lethal,” Topaz replied. “I figure we need every edge we can muster for whatever lies ahead.”

Well, she had a point.

After she was done, they kept walking.

…

This was definitely bad.

Layla frowned intently as she studied the enemy encampment from afar, pushing her heightened senses and vision as far as it would go, focusing intently. It had taken them another hour and a half of walking to get to the place on the map they were heading for. As luck would have it, there was a perfect vantage point that gave them a view of the whole area. Unfortunately, that was apparently as far as their luck extended right now.

The cult had set up shop in another abandoned base, this one more of an outpost than military fort. There were a lot of them in the huge courtyard that took up most of the clearing the outpost had been built into. Most of the brick and mortar walls surrounding the courtyard were crumbling and so was the outpost itself. But that’s not what held her attention. She and the others were staring intently at the people in the courtyard.

There were at least over fifty of them and they were definitely doing something magical and something evil.

They’d been digging.

There was a hole made up of earthen, concentric rings that shrunk the deeper they went, all centered around something buried deep in the earth and rock and ice. Something that made Layla’s head hurt to look at. And from the way they were chanting and the six points of glowing black light around the hole, she quickly surmised that apparently, they didn’t need that gem after all to summon the no doubt horrific thing they were trying to resurrect or awaken or whatever it was they were doing. They had to be stopped.

“We can’t wait,” she said softly.

“There’s too many of them,” Alan replied. “I mean, there’s dozens of them.”

“I know, but we can’t wait,” she said firmly. “You can feel that evil, can’t you?”

He nodded reluctantly. “I can feel it.”

“I certainly can,” Topaz said. “Layla’s right, we can’t wait. We have to go down there and engage them. It’s crazy, but...maybe we can hold out long enough for Serena to come and join us. Or maybe we can find some way of disrupting the ceremony.”

Alan didn’t look happy as he considered this. Layla felt truly guilty at this point for dragging him into this, but he’d basically demanded to come along. And, unfortunately, she really couldn’t afford to turn him away now. They were going to need every last arrow, every bit of magic, every weapon they could use.

Even then, it probably wasn’t going to be enough.

But what choice did that have? No one else knew about or was close enough to deal with this evil and terrible thing that was occurring, out here in isolation.

“What do we do?” he asked finally.

“Well, we attack them head on. Unfortunately, there are no good vantage points close enough to hit them from, so we’ll have to go down there and stay near the perimeter wall. We’ll take out as many of them as we can from a distance, force them to come to us, and then once they do, we’ll...take them on in swordplay and hand-to-hand combat,” Layla said.

Alan still didn’t look happy about this plan and she could tell that Topaz was putting on a brave face, but neither of them provided a counterargument. This was as good as it was going to get. They both simply stared back at her, their faces set and grim. Layla began praying to the Gods, whichever ones would listen, that they didn’t die here. Especially not Alan. He didn’t deserve this. He was laying his life on the line for no other reason than someone had to do it or a lot of people could suffer, and even so, there was no promise it wouldn’t all be for naught. But he was still so young and had only just begun to really live his life.

She prayed hard as they made their way down the embankment.

The only good thing about this approach was that they would be hidden behind a wall all the way down. Layla made herself lose touch with all other distractions. She cut her focus down to a narrow beam of mental light, then opened herself up to the world around her. She took in the sights, the sounds, the smells, preparing herself for the grueling combat that was ahead. Based on her experiences so far, these men and women were not exceptionally well trained in combat. Then again, the ones at the base and the campsite could have just been lackeys and the real warriors were here. In either case, she trusted herself and Topaz.

Alan was...not ready for this. But they had no choice. He’d at least had some combat training and a fair amount of experience recently.

There were so many things that could go wrong, so many things that probably would go wrong. They should be doing this with a small army, not just three of them. Layla finished putting herself into combat mode as they hit even ground and hurried across the open space to the wall. Once they got there, they stood up against it. She and Topaz had their bows ready, Alan’s hands were glowing a deep red with stored magic.

It was time to do this, now or never.

They moved up to an opening in the wall that was at the far end of the courtyard. None of the cultists were nearby, the nearest one perhaps thirty feet away. This was unfortunately the best spot, as it would take them some time to actually get at them, the wall would provide the three of them cover and, quite inversely, there was no real cover for the cultists. Even with all these advantages, Layla still seriously doubted their odds.

She suddenly wished Morgan was here.

But wishing wasn’t going to help anything. The three of them got into position, Layla and Alan on one side of the door, with Alan crouching and Layla standing to fire over him, and Topaz on the other side.

Saying one more prayer, Layla fired the first shot.

It sailed through the air, struck one of the cultists in the neck and caused him to seize up and slam into the ground. He rolled over the edge of the huge hole in the center of the courtyard and disappeared into it. Almost at the same time, Topaz fired a shot off as well that penetrated a man’s skull and killed him, and Alan released a fire bolt that lit up another cultist like a torch. And so it went. The three of them managed to take down half a dozen of the cultists before they even began to realize what was happening.

Unfortunately, once they did, they immediately formed up and charged right for the trio. Layla felt her hope dwindle even further as she saw this. There were so many of them. She notched another arrow and fired, then another, and another. She was aiming for the chest this time, nothing fancy, she just needed to land the shots since all of her arrows were dipped in poison. Alan and Topaz were doing well, but she knew they couldn’t keep it up. She let out another arrow that took a woman in the throat and sent her crashing to the ground.

She made it through another six arrows, backing up now, before the first of the cultists reached the opening and forced their way through. Alan released what must have been the rest of his magic in a fireball that sent several of them flying and toasted three or four of them, then he pulled out his sword and began backing away, as did Topaz. Unfortunately, there was nowhere to back up to for them. The cultists quickly surrounded them.

Layla kept putting distance between them so that she could continue providing backup for the pair and felt awful at having to get further away from them. But she found herself glad she’d done so as she saw even more cultists coming from around either side of the wall they’d been using initially for cover. She immediately began taking them out, switching back and forth between them as quickly as she could.

She managed to put down ten of them before she reached back for another arrow and came up empty. Cursing, Layla abandoned her bow, drew her sword and rushed forward. Alan and Topaz were doing well, but she could see that they’d already taken some hits and the situation was looking pretty bad. She rushed in and made quite an entrance, swinging her sword blade around hard enough to cleave cleanly through a cultist’s neck and decapitate him. His blood sprayed the others, six of which broke off and came right at her.

Layla suddenly found herself fighting for her life. Swinging her sword but bringing it up to block more often than not. The sheer number of the cultists were working against them as they kept getting in each others’ ways, but she knew it wouldn’t hold out forever. All she had to do was make one mistake, or they had to just get one lucky blow in…

A scream sounded. It was Topaz.

Layla couldn’t help it, she snapped her gaze over and saw Topaz fall as someone finished slashing across her back. At that same moment, an explosion of pain erupted from her midsection. Layla froze, gasping, agony ripping through her like all the fires of the underworld. Her sword fell from her hands and she looked down.

A bloody blade emerged from her stomach.

Someone had stabbed her through the back.

Layla screamed as they ripped the blade out and she fell forward, darkness consuming her vision. Within seconds, she was out.

…

It felt like she was falling.

There was pain and she was suspended above a great chasm of fire. Layla stared into the fire as she fell slowly towards it. She could not remember where she was or how she had gotten here or why she was in pain. It felt as if her stomach was aflame as well. Smells came to her, awful smells of burning flesh and brimstone and sulfur and spilled blood. Terror, blind panic, wracked her body along with the pain.

Layla realized that something was happening beneath her.

Something was forming in the fire.

A huge face, eyes open, staring with irises made of deep red flame and a mouth half a mile wide opening to consume her…

Layla shouted as she snapped awake and was immediately thrown into a world of misery and pain. Her throat was dry and sore and raw and her stomach ached fiercely. Her muscles were painfully sore and her head was pounding. All of this fell away, however, the second she realized that she could not move. To make matters worse, she was in a very uncomfortable position. Her wrists were bound to something rough and unpleasant. Untreated wood, it felt like. Her arms were spread wide and her legs were equally as bound as her hands beneath her, as though she were being crucified. She slowly raised her head.

Horror awaited her.

She was tied to wooden stakes that were set into the earth at the edge of the huge hole in the center of the courtyard. To either side of her, she could see Topaz and Alan, both of them unconscious still. All three of them had been stripped naked and, apparently, healed of their wounds. Although not healed enough that she still didn’t hurt like fuck. There were several dozen cultists moving around in silence in the hole, digging now, and more moving around the edge of it, going about their strange, unknown tasks.

Wow, as many as they had killed, there were still this many left.

They hadn’t had a hope of completing this mission.

Layla glanced up. Judging by the position of the sun, she’d been out for close to two hours. She prayed again that they’d bought enough time for Serena to bring some help, though she wasn’t sure if she had. There were so many things to take into account, like the fact that creatures of the forest could move faster, but not necessarily out of their element. And a snowy mountain pass was definitely out of their element. Not to mention how long it had taken Serena to find some help. Theoretically she could have found some within a couple hours, or she might still be looking...there were just too many things to consider.

Layla heard footsteps somewhere nearby.

They were getting louder, and sounded somehow deliberate.

Finally, a man, clad head to toe in black armor, stepped in front of her. He looked...dangerous and alien in his armor. Faceless. Which, she supposed, was the point. Abruptly, he reached up and took off the helmet. A man with graying hair and one dead, white eye, one bright blue eye, stared at her. He was a human, past middle age. When he smiled, it was more of a sneer than anything else. It made him very ugly and dangerous looking.

“I have no idea who you are,” he admitted freely. His voice was surprisingly regal, the voice of an aged teacher. “But I simply must give you credit. You three managed to kill thirty nine of my disciples. That’s just...impressive. Originally, I was going to have them kill you. Slowly. But then I realized that it would simply be far, far greater if I had some sacrifices handy for when we resurrected the Dark Lord. I’m sure you’re thrilled to meet him. I know I am. Did you know that, about eighteen hundred years ago, a great battle occurred right here, in this very area? Yes, it was a truly remarkable spectacle.

“A group of mages and warriors tracked down the demon warlord that had been unleashed from the underworld and had been wreaking wonderful havoc upon the land. They were determined to stop him, to preserve their miserable, pathetic way of life. Sadly, they succeeded, though at great cost to themselves. They found, however, that they could not kill the demon. Instead, they induced a magical coma and locked him in a tomb, then buried it beneath our feet and lay a curse upon the area. But I have learned the truth…

“Would you like to learn the truth, too?” he asked, smiling. Layla didn’t know what to say. She was terrified and trying to find some way out of this situation. The man continued on as if she’d answered him. “The truth is that there are ways to control demons. And I know just such a way. And once I and my followers unleash this entity from its tomb, I will ensnare it and use its vast power to rule this pathetic land and shape it in my image. Having sacrifices on hand will help distract the demon. I’d been planning on using some of my own men. But now you three have arrived and saved me the trouble. So...thank you.”

The man seemed insane and definitely a dangerous type, maybe the worst of all. The charismatic, seemingly reasonable insane person who could probably pass for perfectly normal if he wanted to. She’d only ever met very few of these people in her life and she wanted to keep it that way. For some reason, she had an innate ability to tell when someone was pretending to be sane and normal, when they were faking their emotions, even if they were very good at it, and this guy was setting off all the red flags in her head, and that wasn’t even including all the obvious reasons, like the murder and the demon summoning.

“And it’s all thanks to these,” he said, holding out a handful of gems that glowed and glittered in the pale sunlight.

As Layla stared at them, a shadow fell across it, as if a great bird had flown overhead. She looked up and her heart skipped a beat.

She immediately recognized the figure of a harpy. To her pain-addled, terrified mind it could only mean one thing: help.

The man was too busy staring at his precious gems to notice. He continued blathering on about demons and control and civilization. Layla continued staring at the beautiful sight of the harpy flying about a hundred feet up. She was wielding a bow. She came to rest and hover almost directly overhead the insane cult leader.

He glanced up and looked at Layla. “Are you still listening?”

An arrow came down from above and pierced his skull, killing him instantly. He fell to the ground, the gems scattering across the patchwork brick flooring of the courtyard, and suddenly two dozen more harpies appeared overhead and began to rain down arrows from above. At the same time, a wave of serpentine warriors and dryads attacked from two different sides of the courtyard. With a stunning viciousness they tore directly into the cultists, who suddenly found themselves overwhelmed by the creatures.

Layla watched all of this and she heard a groan from beside her. Looking over, she saw Topaz was coming awake. “What...good Gods...” she whispered, humbled immediately by the awe-inspiring murderous rampage that she had awoken to.

“We made it?” she asked.

“We made it,” Layla confirmed. She could even see Serena leading the charge. The snake woman locked eyes with her and a great grin split her face. She began to hurry around the large hole towards them as the others slaughtered the cultists. By the time Serena had come to them and untied the three of them, (Alan was still unconscious), it was all over. The cultist army was defeated, slaughtered. And Layla imagined they would all be tossed in that handy grave they’d been digging for the past who knew how long.

“You made it,” Layla said, wrapping Serena in a hug.

“Yes. It wasn’t hard to convince them once they sensed the evil coming down from the mountain. As the cultists revealed the demon’s tomb, we all felt it. We knew it had to be dealt with. We got here as fast as we could.”

“Just in time, too,” Topaz said, rubbing her wrists.

“Is Alan okay?” Serena asked.

Layla knelt by him and checked his pulse. He was still breathing and his pulse was strong and regular. She nodded. “Yes, just unconscious. Mercifully. We should probably get him out of here before he wakes up. I’m not sure if this is something he should be seeing. Much as these bastards deserve all that’s come to them,” Layla said.

“You make a good point. I’m afraid I must remain behind and help coordinate the effort to rebury the tomb and ensure that it remains sealed. And try to find some way to ensure that something like this doesn’t happen again. But after all you three have been through, I insist on sending an escort with you.” Serena turned and waved. A moment later a harpy swooped down from the sky and landed heavily beside them. “This is Eileen. She will help you get home to Bryne.”

Eileen knelt down and scooped up Alan, carrying him easily in her arms. Layla considered trying to take him herself, but she was simply too tired, in too much pain. In all honesty, she kind of wished someone would carry her.

“Thank you,” she said, instead.

“You’re welcome. Come. Let us leave this awful place,” Eileen replied.

The three of them began walking out of the courtyard, out of the mountainous region, back towards the Redwood Forest.

Back towards home.

…

When Alan awoke, he was being carried.

He could see dark gray skies above. The clouds looked like rain. He was cold, but not miserably so. The land was slowly moving around him.

He hurt, a lot.

He groaned.

Whoever was carrying him stopped and he felt a jolt of surprise, not necessarily fear, as he saw an unfamiliar face look down at him. For a second, he wasn’t sure what he was looking at. It was a woman’s face, a woman who was pale, with brown hair and vivid blue eyes. She had the ears of an elf, and yet there was something...off about her face. Something almost...avian, he realized was the right word.

Yes, avian.

As he shifted slightly he caught sight of wings behind her and it all clicked home. He was being carried by a harpy.

“Hello,” he said cautiously.

“Hello, Alan,” she replied warmly, smiling at him.

“What’s happening? Where am I?” he asked.

“You’re awake,” a familiar voice said from nearby. Then Layla’s face appeared over him. She leaned in and gave him a kiss. “Good, you’ve been out for awhile now.”

“What...happened?”

“You can put him down now,” Layla said.

“Is Alan up?” he heard Topaz ask from somewhere else.

“Yep,” Layla replied.

Gently, carefully, the harpy set him on his feet. He swayed slightly, feeling a rush as his equilibrium fought for control. A lot of him hurt. Layla was there by his side. She wrapped an arm around him to steady him.

He listened as she began to explain what had happened.

It was a pretty grand tale, and a pretty gruesome one. And, in all honesty, Alan was grateful that he had been unconscious for the vast majority of it. Also, he was pretty glad that he’d apparently slept through another ten hours of walking. Although he felt pretty guilty about that, considering someone had had to carry him.

They’d been sitting as they’d been talking. The harpy still looked fit and able, but Layla and Topaz seemed grateful for the chance to stop moving. They’d carried him basically to the edge of the Redwood Forest. All of it was covered in a light dusting of snow. Alan couldn’t believe how intensely grateful he was to see those trees, that snow, the sky overhead. And, most of all, Layla and Topaz. He’d seriously thought he was going to die this time around. He’d sat down in the snow at the beginning of the tale, unsure of whether or not his legs could sustain him after the sudden awakening, but now he was getting cold.

He stood up slowly. “So, uh...now what?” he asked.

“Sleep,” Topaz groaned. “Now we sleep.”

“We should make camp soon,” Layla replied more evenly. “Don’t worry, there’s another hot spring nearby where we can soak.”

“I really need that,” Topaz said. “Seriously, I haven’t been sore like this for years.”

“I can help with that,” Alan said. “I’ve been working on a new spell recently for just such a thing and I think it might be ready.”

“Oh thank the Gods,” Layla groaned. “I could really use it too.”

Alan smiled tiredly and began gathering up magic as he followed them back into the forest. It was past nightfall and although he’d apparently been unconscious for most of the day, he was pretty weary as well. He kept thinking back to the attack as they walked, but it was an incoherent mess in his memory.

He remembered killing several cultists.

Alan still wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He knew that he hated killing, at least, and that regardless of how he felt about it it needed to be done sometimes. Either that, or he’d be dead. But was it right? He thought that there were people who deserved to die, it was kind of a byproduct of being raised in a land where death could come very swiftly and it was easy to be evil. His biggest problem with death was that it couldn’t be taken back. So you had better be very sure that whoever you were killing deserved it.

He’d been sure about the cultists, at least.

As they walked, he realized that the harpy was still walking alongside them. Layla and Topaz had pulled ahead and he found himself walking next to her. He’d never seen a harpy up close before. She looked over at him.

“Hello,” she said.

“Um...hi. Uh, what’s your name?” he replied.

“Eileen,” she said. She had a very pretty voice.

“I’m Alan...though I’m sure they already told you that. Um...thanks for carrying me for so long. I’m sure it couldn’t have been easy.”

“It was no problem. After what you did, the sacrifice you had been prepared to make, I felt you more than deserved it. I would have carried you for longer. Such a sacrifice is a given to a harpy or a dryad or a serpentine, but it is very rare to come from a human...at least in my experience. Oh, I just realized that may have been insulting.”

“No, it’s fine. I kind of know what you mean,” he replied.

They both fell silent for a moment. He continued studying her as unobtrusively as possible, but he knew he must be failing, given that Layla told him he had absolutely no skill at it. But it was very difficult not to. Like the other women of the wild, she went completely naked. There was not a scrap of clothing on her body.

And what a body it was.

She was built more like an elf: slim and athletic. Her breasts were high, firm, and beautiful. Her skin was a light, almost ashy gray color, but it was clear and smooth. She had shoulder-length chestnut brown hair and vivid blue eyes. And those sexy elven ears poking up out of her hair. And then there were her wings. Broad, wide, and powerful, feathered like a bird’s wings, growing from her back. She was an extremely attractive woman.

“Are you okay? You seem nervous,” she said suddenly.

“I am, um, a little nervous. I guess I’m just coming down from the adrenaline of the battle and getting knocked out,” he replied, knowing it to be a lie. Well, a partial lie. He was, predictably, more nervous about talking to a beautiful, naked woman. But he didn’t really feel comfortable telling her that. She seemed really nice.

“Oh, okay.”

“So...what are you going to do now?”

“Well, I agreed to escort the three of you back to Bryne. I get the feeling that you can find your own way back, but...well, it’s been awhile since I’ve been in the company of those not from the forest. Many humans and felis and beryl will attack my kind on sight. Although I prefer my own kind and those who share kinship with the forest, I do enjoy spending time with humans and elves and the other species of civilization that travel the land. Occasionally, their company can be quite...pleasurable,” she said, then hesitated.

Alan thought she said that last part with significance.

He glanced ahead and caught Layla looking back at him with a smile on her face. She quickly looked back ahead. He thought about it. Had something been discussed when he was out? Something like what had been discussed with Serena? He strongly wished to believe it to be true because he really wanted to have raw, bareback sex with a harpy. It was like having sex with a monster woman and an elf all at once.

Plus, Eileen was very attractive and kind.

“I didn’t hear about Serena much in that story,” he said suddenly. “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine,” Eileen replied. “She was helping coordinate the efforts to restore the tomb and lay down the curse upon the land once more. Nothing serious, but something intimidating enough to keep the average person away. Not to mention the destruction of the gems. They’re useful, but dangerous,” she explained.

“Hmm...I wonder if that means they’ll have to destroy Topaz’s gem.”

“I think she should be able to get it back, although I’m not sure. I guess it’s something that will have to be discussed later...I have a question. I’m not sure about, um, what’s considered private and what’s okay to talk about among humans, so I’m not entirely sure if I should ask the question,” she said, suddenly hesitant.

“If it is private, I won’t be mad at you, I’ll just politely decline to answer,” he replied.

“Okay, good. Um...so, Serena. Your friends hinted that the two of you were...well, intimate together. That is to say, sexually involved,” she murmured quietly.

“We were,” he replied.

“Oh...” she let out an awkward laugh. “Was it good with her?”

“Yes, it was. It was wonderful. I loved every second of it, and she seemed to as well,” he replied. “Why do you ask?”

“I like hearing about stuff like that. Especially about cross-species carnal coupling. It’s something that I...” she hesitated.

“That you what?” he replied. This was definitely a conversation he was enjoying. In fact, he was actually beginning to notice a lot of parallels between how she was acting now and how he acted when he was very nervous around beautiful women.

“I’m not sure I should say.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I’m not a judgmental person, Eileen. As useless as I think the statement usually is...you can trust me.”

“I feel like I can. Being in tune with nature...it gives you certain, hmm, how should I put it? Extra senses, I suppose. You can discern a person’s true nature better. If they are evil, cruel, kind, lonely. A whole spectrum. I feel that you are kind and understanding. It’s just that...well, it’s an awkward thing for me to talk about.”

“Take your time.”

“Thank you.” She was silent for a moment. “I suppose it’s not complicated, just strange to say openly. I enjoy engaging in cross-species mating. I frequently mate with male and female dryads, and with male serpentine. But it’s very rare that I encounter a city-dweller willing to make love to me. When I heard about your willingness to make love to Serena, I had hoped...well, I guess it should be obvious what I had hoped.”

“You want to ask me to make love to you,” he replied.

She nodded.

“If you are truly interested in having sex with me tonight, I will eagerly agree to do so.”

“Really?!” she replied, then began blushing fiercely as Layla and Topaz looked back at them with broad grins. She looked at the ground, avoiding eye contact with any of them.

Alan reached out and found her hand, then took it in his. She laced their fingers together and gave it a cautious squeeze.

“Yes, really,” he replied and squeezed back. “And you don’t need to be embarrassed. We’re all friends here, Eileen. We don’t judge and we’re all very sexually liberal. Trust me, Layla and Topaz will be thrilled that you and I are having sex.”

“I...okay,” she said, looking up again. “I’m glad. And nervous.”

“I am too. I’m nervous every time I have sex with someone new, but it hasn’t turned out bad yet,” Alan replied.

“Good. I...thank you, for agreeing to this. As I said earlier, it’s very, very rare that I encounter someone like you. I’m so grateful.”

“I’m also very grateful for the opportunity. You’re a kind woman, Eileen. And a very beautiful one.”

She smiled shyly at that. “You think I’m very beautiful?” she asked.

“Yes. Definitely.”

She squeezed his hand again a little harder. “Good.”

…

It wasn’t long before they found the hot spring. There was a clearing nearby and Alan immediately tossed down the camp-in-a-bag. Once it was out, the three of them quickly dumped all their stuff off inside and stripped naked, then hurried into the hot spring, rushing since it was cold outside by now. Once all three of them were in the water, Alan released the spell over Topaz, then Layla, then used the remainder of his magic to cure himself of his aches and pains and sore spots. It didn’t get rid of the pain completely, but it did diminish it noticeably. All three of them groaned in relief as the magic went to work.

“You are turning out to be the best fuck friend,” Layla said, stretching out and closing her eyes. “I mean that spell alone...let’s just say you’re going to get a lot of dick sucking in return for that if you do that for me every night.”

“Sounds fine to me,” Alan replied, unable to stop himself from grinning. He glanced over at Eileen, who sat the water’s edge with her legs in the water and nothing more. “You going to join us?” he asked.

“I normally don’t...I don’t like my wings getting wet. But I guess I could get in up to the waist, at least,” she said.

Alan felt around the bottom of the hot spring until he found a stable area that she could comfortably stand on and not get her wings wet, and she thanked him and came down into the water with them. She fanned her wings up and out to keep them from getting wet and Alan marveled at the sight of them.

“What?” she asked, noticing his gaze.

“I just...your wings are very beautiful,” he replied.

“Oh...thank you.”

“I take it you two had ‘the talk’?” Layla asked.

“We did,” Alan replied.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t mind us being voyeuristic little pervs, Eileen. We love to watch,” Topaz said.

“I don’t mind,” she said quietly, not quite looking at them.

“Good!”

Eileen raised her eyes back up again and looked at Alan. She really did have amazing blue eyes. “How, um, should we start?”

He stepped forward and carefully encircled her with his arms, settling his hands against the curve of her lower back. He hugged her closer to him and leaned in, tilting his head slightly as he pressed his lips against hers. He kept his movements slow, as he knew how anxious someone could be during a first time encounter of this level of intimacy, even if they were very receptive to it. They kissed slowly, almost cautiously, and then Eileen became more comfortable and began to kiss him more deeply. She moaned softly as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She moved her own tongue forward and met his, twining them together.

Alan slipped his hands lower and cupped her ass, finding it very satisfying to the touch, very fit and firm, with a nice bit of padding to it. He could feel her firm, high breasts pressing against his bare chest. She continued kissing him more deeply, more passionately, as their hands roamed over each others’ bodies. He reached up between them and groped her breasts, gently massaging them, and then he gently pushed her away.

“Are you ready to go further?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yes, I’m ready...what did you have in mind?”

“Here, sit up on the edge there,” he replied. She did as he asked, hopping up to sit on the edge, her legs still in the water. He placed his hands on her knees and spread them, then got down onto his own knees and buried his head in her crotch. She had a subtle, earthy scent to her, a pleasant scent that smelled of nature and trees and plants. Eileen let out a surprised cry of pure sexual bliss as he began to eat her out, slowly licking her clit.

“Oh, Alan!” she cried.

He loved listening to women when they said that, when they moaned his name in rapturous pleasure, just as he loved pleasuring them. He continued eating her out, slowly increasing the speed and pressure of his tongue as he licked at her clit over and over again, stimulating her. He kept this up for about a minute before he became overwhelmed by the need to make love to her. He pulled his head from her crotch and stood up.

“Can we have sex now?” he asked.

“Yes,” she gasped, “yes, please, fill me.”

Alan stepped up to her. They were at the perfect height for it. She spread her legs wider for him and he stepped in between them, grabbed his cock and guided it into her. It slipped right in, she was incredibly wet. Both of them let out loud moans of pleasure as he began penetrating her repeatedly, sliding in and out of her fantastically hot, tight harpy pussy. He rested his forehead against hers and stared deeply into her eyes as they made love. Her brilliant blue eyes seemed to be flashing and alive with pleasure and lust and desire.

“Do you like it?” he asked, grinning broadly at her. “Is it what you were hoping for?”

“Yes!” she moaned, grabbing him and pulling him closer to her. “Yes! It’s so pleasurable! I love it so much!” she cried.

The sexual satisfaction was intensely blissful as he hammered her harder and faster, their fucking become more furious. Both of them were moaning steadily now, getting louder, panting in desperate pleasure and desire.

Abruptly, she pulled back. “I want to switch positions,” she gasped.

“Okay,” he replied, pulling out of her.

“Out of the water,” she said as she got up.

He did as she asked, hauling himself up and out of the water. She faced away from him and dropped to her hands and knees. Alan stared at her fit, tight ass as he got onto his knees behind her and reinserted his cock. Both of them moaned again in sexual unity as he resumed making love to her. She spread out her wings as wide as they would go as she screamed in pleasure. Alan got a firm grip on her trim hips and pounded the fuck out of her, making her scream even louder. “Oh, Alan! You-I-I’m going to...oh yes right there it’s so good it’s so fucking good right there fuck my pussy!” she shrieked as she began to orgasm.

Alan groaned as a fresh wave of pleasure rolled over him. Her vagina was trembling now, clenching and releasing, growing hotter and wetter. He felt her sex juices release around his cock and spray his thighs and hips as she screamed her way through an orgasm. Soon, he was right there with her, crying out as his dick kicked hard in her tight harpy pussy and began spitting its seed out into her, burying it deep inside of her one, hard contraction at a time. Both of them moaned as one, each lost in their own world of pleasure.

As the orgasms faded away, leaving them gasping and sweaty and slowly becoming colder, Alan pulled out of her and sat down heavily on the ground.

“Was I...your first...harpy?” Eileen asked as she got her breath back, turning around to face him and sitting down, grinning at him, looking incredibly sexy, her face flushed, hair a mess.

He nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“Was I good?”

“Amazing. Far beyond good,” he replied, then he shivered. The natural heat from the sex was already fading in the cold air. “I’ve got to get back in the water.”

“I’ll join you,” she said.

They both got back into the water. “How was that for you?” he asked.

“Super fucking hot,” Layla replied. “Topaz and I are going to have to fuck each other hard in a little bit.”

“I’ll be happy to watch the first thirty seconds of it before I pass out,” Alan replied, then he yawned. “Because as soon as I get under the blankets, I’m gone.”

“Well, you earned it,” Layla said. “You did really good today.”

“Thank you,” he replied.

“You all earned it. You’ve all proven yourself brave and capable warriors, and the denizens of the Redwood Forest owe you a debt,” Eileen replied.

“Well...we appreciate it,” Topaz said. “What are you going to do?”

“I’d like to stay but, unfortunately, I have somewhere I need to be. I can linger a bit longer, but then I need to be off.”

“Okay...I’m glad I met you, Eileen,” Alan said, getting next to her in the water.

“As am I,” she replied with a smile, kissing him.

They stayed like that, together, for just a bit longer, enjoying each others’ company.

CHAPTER VI

“Alan...wake up. You’ve got a new responsibility to tend to this morning.”

Alan opened his eyes and found himself staring up at Layla, who was grinning fiercely at him. “What?” he managed, so sleepy that he was profoundly confused by even the simplest thought. For example: he had no idea where he was at that moment.

“Responsibility, Alan,” she replied slowly.

It came to him then. “Oh...you want sex.”

“That’s true, but I’m not the one you’re going to have sex with. Topaz is going to have sex with me. You are going to give Eileen a ride. She’s very horny and she wants to have some hot, filthy sex with you,” Layla explained.

That woke him up at least a little more. As with most mornings, he had a raging erection, and the thought of getting to fuck a smoking hot harpy only made it throb with anticipation. He sat up, pulling the blankets aside.

“You’ll want a blanket,” Topaz said, putting the corner of one into his hand.

“What?” he replied, staring at it, trying to blink away his tiredness.

“She wants to ride you, and the ground is still cold,” Layla explained.

It took him a few seconds, but Alan finally processed what she’d said and took the blanket with him as he got up off the bed and began to leave the tent. Then he hesitated, turned around, grabbed a pillow and stepped outside.

It was cold.

He was naked and he shivered. It was very early in the morning. The sun hadn’t even fully crested the horizon yet. Eileen was standing outside of the tent, staring at him, smiling. She looked...shy. Her wings were tucked up behind her back and she held her hands together in front of her. When he looked at her she glanced down at the ground. It was such a strange thing to see a harpy being so shy and awkward.

“You called?” he asked, spreading the blanket out on the ground and tossing down the pillow. She nodded and he stepped up closer to her. As much as he understood how she felt, Alan couldn’t help but take a little advantage of the situation. It was just too interesting to be on the other side of the looking glass like this.

“What do you want?” he asked, reaching out and taking her hands. She still wouldn’t quite meet his eyes.

“You know what I want...” she murmured.

“I want to hear you say it,” he said.

She sighed quietly and finally looked up at him. “You have to make this difficult, don’t you?”

“It isn’t difficult. Just say what you want to do with me.”

She chewed on her lower lip in a way that was surprisingly sexy and finally looked up at him, into his eyes. “I want to ride you,” she said quietly.

He almost thought she might be acting like this for effect, and if she was, it was really working. Though he wasn’t sure why, honestly. He took another step closer to her, let go of her hands and slipped them back to settle on her ass.

“You want to ride my dick?” he asked, settling his forehead against hers.

“Yeah,” she murmured.

“How bad?”

She was breathing more heavily now. “Really bad.”

“Really bad?”

“Yes. Really, really badly,” she almost moaned.

“You’ve got to suck it first.”

“Okay,” she whispered, dropping to her knees immediately.

Alan groaned and stopped feeling the cold as she slipped his cock into her warm, wet mouth. He was so horny he could hardly stand it. She started rapidly bobbing her head, getting his dick coated in a thick film of saliva. She was gripping him firmly in one hand as her lips slid up and down his shaft, lingering on the head and making him groan louder. Pleasure sizzled up and down his body, warming him further.

Alan first placed his hand on the back of her head, feeling her soft brown hair, then he reached up and began to touch her wings, which caused her to shiver and shudder. She seemed to like it. He gently ran his fingers along the soft, pale gray feathers he found there and heard her moan softly at this. After about a minute or so, she took his dick out of her mouth and looked up at him. “Can I ride your cock now?” she asked.

Her face looked almost painfully beautiful.

“Yes,” he replied, incredibly eager to be inside of her amazing harpy pussy again. He still couldn’t believe that he was actually getting to fuck a harpy.

He quickly laid down on the blanket, still feeling the morning chill. There was mist on the ground and dew clung to everything. As soon as he was flat on his back, Eileen quickly got on top of him, straddling him as she reached in between them and grabbed his cock. Within seconds, she was sliding it smoothly into her.

“Oh fucking yes...” Alan groaned. “You’re so wet and tight,” he whispered.

Eileen moaned in response as she took his full length into her in just a few short drops of her hips, sliding down an inch, then back up, then down even further, easing him quickly into her. Once he was completely buried within her wonderful harpy vagina, she began fucking him in a way he hadn’t quite been fucked before. Instead of resting on her knees, she was resting on her feet, her legs spread wide, her hands on his shoulders.

She looked incredible, looming over him, her firm breasts hanging over his face as she fucked his dick, her thigh muscles working furiously as she slid herself perfectly up and down his rigid length. It felt absolutely amazing, pure sexual bliss worked its way through his system as his new harpy friend with benefits satisfied herself almost frantically on his cock. Her face was tense, her eyes closed, a look of intense concentration on her features.

“Yes, yes, yes...” she whispered loudly as she fucked him, her voice going up in pitch. “By the Gods yes...” she moaned.

She was coming already. He was surprised but he enjoyed it immensely as her vaginal muscles began to tremble and twitch and squeeze him. She grew even hotter and wetter inside as her sex juices dribbled out of her and down his cock, getting onto his thighs and stomach. She moaned loudly, all of her body rigid with pleasure.

Alan heard another moan come from his right and he glanced over. He’d set the blanket up directly in front of the tent, which had its flaps open. He saw Topaz and Layla, completely naked, on the middle bed, fucking. Layla was on her hands and knees and Layla was on her knees, pounding her felis pussy from behind.

Both women were watching the two of them fuck.

It was pretty hot. Alan didn’t know why he liked having someone watch him fuck, but he definitely did. Well, only if it was someone he trusted. Eileen continued fucking him until she had finished orgasming, then she let out a heavy breath and opened her eyes. She smiled down at him, apparently a lot more confident, shyness gone, now that he was inside of her. Without saying anything, she quickly and dexterously turned around.

She resumed fucking him in that same way, her hands on his shins now. He had a great view of her absolutely stunning ass, which was going smoothly up and down without breaking rhythm as she resumed fucking him.

The pleasure was intense, powerful, and almost demanded an orgasm from him.

Eileen spread her wings out now. “Come inside of me,” she said, her voice almost commanding. “Fill me with your seed. I want to feel your orgasm.”

Alan responded by climaxing.

It took him by surprise, but it shouldn’t have. When women said things like that to him, it was kind of like pulling a lever in his head. It got him off right away. He let out a small, startled grunt of pleasure as the first contraction hit his cock like a hammer striking an anvil. The first of his seed shot out of him, spurting into his harpy friend’s pussy. Grunting and groaning, he reached out almost instinctively and grabbed the curve of her hips, pulling her down hard over his cock, forcing himself even deeper into her.

Eileen let out a loud cry of pleasure as his cock kept kicking inside of her, filling her up one spray at a time. Wave upon wave of hot pink bliss lapped at him, careening through his body, filling him up completely with rapturous sexual satisfaction. Alan slowly opened his eyes as the last of his orgasm ebbed away and he found himself staring up at a brightening sky and Eileen’s beautiful wings, spread out wide over him.

His hands fell away from her hips and ass.

“All done?” she asked.

“Uh-huh,” he replied weakly.

Eileen got up off of him, stood and stretched. Then she turned and walked over to the hot spring and got in, getting in just up to her waist. He rolled over and watched as she began washing her arms and chest. As he watched, Layla and Topaz, equally naked, walked past him and got into the spring. With a shiver, he realized that he was getting cold again. Alan got up and slipped into the spring with the others.

“So, uh...now what?” he asked after a little bit as he washed up and try to rouse himself. The sex session had done a lot to wake him up.

“Well, first, I finish escorting you to Bryne,” Eileen said. “Then, I’m afraid, I must take my leave. They did ask me to come back once I’d finished escorting you.”

“Fair enough,” Layla said. “Although personally I think we should hike back to that fort. We left a bunch of good weapons there because we couldn’t afford to take them with us and have them weighing us down. Okay, well, maybe not good weapons, but okay ones. Ones worth money. After dropping all our gold on that tent, it’d be nice to build up a reserve again. I think it’d make more sense for you to depart from our company there, Eileen, since you’ll be closer to your destination anyway. Then we can head back to Bryne and sell it all off.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Eileen replied, and Alan and Topaz nodded in agreement.

“Good. After that...well, we’ll figure that out later. And before we head out, we need some breakfast. I can make a proper fire this time and I want a big fucking breakfast. Topaz, I put you in charge of inventorying our food, Eileen, you and Alan go looking for kindling, I’ll hunt down some meat for our meal,” Layla said.

As Alan finished washing up, he felt a strange stew of emotions. Although he was still feeling the effects of the previous few days’ exhaustion, he also felt invigorated and alive. There was so much to do and he honestly felt like doing it all.

He was really looking forward to the day ahead.

…

As expected, the day ahead turned out to be a hectic one.

Throughout it all, the chill of the night didn’t entirely leave. It lingered on the land, as the sun was having a difficult time providing its warmth through the thick gray cloud cover. The snow from the mountains looked like it might have been preparing to head further south, to the cities and forests. Alan wasn’t happy about the prospect of an early winter, but he was grateful that at least there wasn’t anything falling from the clouds.

They spent an hour hiking back up to the abandoned fort, chatting happily the whole way there about all sorts of things: sexual encounters, interesting adventure stories, embarrassing situations, old tales and myths. Once they got to the fort, Eileen hung around a bit longer, helping them hunt through the remains and the dead bodies and the dusty old rooms. In the end, they managed to find a beautiful and fair-sized ruby that had escaped detection the last time. They also managed to get nearly a dozen swords, some bows and arrows, a few daggers, and all the armor. The only way they managed to fit it all was to throw their camp-in-a-bag back down, place most of the stuff inside and then reseal it. Magic was a pretty great thing to have.

Once that was done, they all said their goodbyes to Eileen, who gave them each hugs and kisses. Topaz asked her to ask Serena about whether or not she could get her gem back and, regardless of the answer, to meet her at ‘the usual spot’ around sunset if at all possible. Eileen agreed to this, turned away and took flight with a powerful thrust of her wings. Alan watched in amazement as she ascended and then headed off towards the mountains.

From there, they began the hike back to Bryne.

…

Alan let out a tremendous sigh of relief as he dropped the armload of swords and daggers onto the front counter of the blacksmith. Several of them clattered and clanged to the floor. “Sorry,” he muttered as he dropped down to pick them up.

The kid behind the counter groused and complained, but picked one of the swords up and looked it over. He studied it for a bit, then disappeared into the back to consult with the blacksmith. Alan looked over at Layla. They’d hit town just about twenty minutes ago. Topaz said she had to go see her parents and let them know everything was okay. She said she’d join them in the marketplace as soon as she could.

They got as close to the marketplace as they could and then threw down the camp-in-a-bag and unloaded their cut of the stuff. Topaz had already taken her own. The result of hauling all of their own stuff out of the camp-in-a-bag, (because they very well couldn’t just open it up in the middle of the marketplace and they didn’t want to keep returning to it), was that Alan now had a shitload of armor strapped to his pack and had carried an armload of weaponry for a good half mile. His muscles were burning and screaming in protest now.

“So what are we going to do now?” he asked. “We didn’t get very far last time I asked.”

“I’ve been thinking about that. I kind of want to get laid. Last time I was here there was this cute elf guy I fucked around with and I want to see if he’s still here. I was thinking we could split up and find fuck buddies for the night. You can fuck Topaz...or Claire...or both!” It was a nice thought. She hesitated. “You’re okay with that, right?” she asked. Caution had snuck into her voice.

“Yeah. I told you, I’m fine with it,” he replied.

She stared at him for a moment, seemingly trying to judge his words. Finally, she nodded slowly. “Okay,” she said.

“Okay, what? You thought I was lying?”

“No!...well...yeah,” she admitted sheepishly.

“Why would I lie?”

“It’s...nothing you want to hear,” she replied.

He opened his mouth to respond, but then the blacksmith’s assistant was coming back. “Okay,” he said, “we’ll pay three hundred coins for the lot of them.”

Alan glanced at Layla, who didn’t seem in the mood to haggle. He didn’t know if it was a good price or not. “Deal,” he said.

The man handed him a bag of coins and began inventorying the swords. Alan and Layla headed back outside.

“We should probably continue this conversation,” he said.

“I guess so. I’m sorry. It’s stupid. It’s just...I’ve had this conversation before, and some of the guys I’ve dated say they’re okay with it, with me sleeping with other guys, but when the time actually comes they get all...weird and jealous and angry about it. Some figure it’s just easier to lie and pretend they don’t care, but inside they’re furious and that fury builds and grows and becomes resentment and keeps growing until they blow up at me.”

“Oh...I’m sorry. I guess I understand then. No, I’m really okay with it. Like...I’ll be fine. The only thing I want to know is that...you’ll come back for me in the morning.”

She broke into an unexpected grin. “Of course I will. Flings are fun but what we have...” she hesitated briefly and the smile faded a little. “What we have is more fun,” she said finally, a little quickly. “So let’s finish selling this stuff off, and then go have fun, okay?”

“Okay,” he replied.

They continued moving through the marketplace.

First they stopped by the fletcher’s shop and sold off the bows, then Layla bought some more arrows. Next, they went to an armor shop and sold off hardened black leather armor they’d pulled off the cultists. Finally, they went to a mage’s shop and sold off the few gemstones they’d collected and a handful of other items. Mages tended to buy the strange flotsam and jetsam that ended up in an adventurer’s backpack after the regular stuff had been sold off, mainly because mages were known for finding a use for practically anything.

By the time they were finished, they bumped into Topaz.

“Hey, how’s everything going?” Layla asked.

“Okay. Claire has been helping my parents clean their house up since we left. The place is actually looking pretty decent. They hired a few hands to help out as well. Everything’s running smoothly,” she replied.

“What’d you tell them about our adventure?” Alan asked.

Topaz laughed. “Not a whole lot. They got the gist of it but I left out the whole almost dying thing,” she replied. “What are you two doing?”

“Well, I was just about to head off for the day to get laid. You wanna take Alan off my hands?” Layla replied.

“Sure,” Topaz replied, extending her hand to Alan. He stepped closer to her and took it. She laced their fingers together. “Alan can help me sell off my things and then...” she grinned. “Then, I can help Alan blow several huge loads. I know how much he enjoys that.”

“I do,” he replied, grinning awkwardly.

“Perfect.” Layla leaned in and gave them each a kiss. “Have fun, you two. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Alan.”

“Have fun,” he replied.

They watched her go. “Okay,” Topaz said. “Let’s hurry up and get this stuff sold off. Sunset isn’t all that far away and I want to make sure we’re there to meet Serena if she’s going to show up. I’d like to see her again and make sure it all went well.”

Alan nodded in agreement, wanting the same thing.

The pair of them headed out, into the marketplace.

…

They walked together through the marketplace of Bryne.

Topaz continued holding Alan’s hand and now that he actually had a moment to, he was really noticing how different Bryne was than human settlements. Although the settlement was built in the midst of Redwood Forest, it seemed to be more built around the forest itself. The paths were not cobblestone but more natural, and there were trees everywhere! And plants, too. The whole area was lush with plant life and wildlife. Rabbits and deer and birds wandered freely through the area. It was quite the experience.

They’d been moving through the marketplace for almost an hour now as Topaz haggled with the merchants. She was extremely good at it. She had a strange mix of being overly kind, intimidatingly knowledgeable, and almost-but-not-quite subtly lusty and flirtatious. It seemed to work on everyone and she got some great prices.

Alan was impressed. And turned on.

But he was also distracted.

“Topaz...” he said.

“Uh-oh, this sounds like one of those hard questions,” she replied immediately. He looked over at her. “Don’t worry, you can ask your question.”

“You’ve known Layla for a lot longer than I have...based on that, how, um...how do you think our relationship is going?” he asked.

“Oh...hmm...” She stopped in the middle of the road, then looked around. “Hold on. This is a longer conversation. Lemme finish selling stuff off, then we can get something to eat and start walking back to the farm.”

“Okay.”

All she had left to sell were some gems, and she passed them off for a hundred gold to a mage, then they headed for one of the last food stalls still open. They each bought fried beef and chicken on a stick and some bottles of apple juice and began the long, slow walk back to the farm. As they did, Topaz spoke up again.

“So, your relationship with Layla...it’s unique,” she replied.

“How so? Good or bad?”

“One question at a time. It’s good...I think. So, Layla isn’t really a one-man woman. I mean, duh, right? But that’s not what I mean. I mean, she doesn’t...I haven’t seen her act like the way she’s acting around you for a long time. Years. Layla’s nice and she loves to have fun, but she also keeps a kind of distance between most of her boytoys. She doesn’t try too hard to keep track of them or let them know what’s up. And she’ll go through phases where she just doesn’t want to be around them, wants to go out on her own.”

“That’s what she’s doing right now,” he replied.

Topaz shook her head. “No, this is different. If you had asked her to, she would have not gone to see that guy. If you had asked her to, she would have spent the rest of the day with you. I can tell. She’s...you have to be okay with what she does before she’ll do it. She doesn’t really do that for anyone else. I mean, anyone that she identifies as a fuck buddy...okay, I mean, men she considers fuck buddies.” She sighed, stopping suddenly. “I don’t mean to make her sound sexist, it’s just that...Layla tends to get along with women more than men. And she has a good reason. She’s had some really bad relationships and from what I’ve heard from her, her male fuck friends tend to either fizzle out or blow up, while she generally maintains strong friendships with her female fuck friends. I don’t know if it’s something in her that either attracts the wrong kind of men or something in her that blows the relationship up, even if she isn’t aware she’s doing it, or something else entirely.”

“I see,” Alan murmured. “So is this...a good thing? You didn’t really elaborate on that.”

“Well...that’s the thing,” Topaz said. She resumed walking. “I think you’re good for her...but I think you also might be scaring her.”

“What? How?”

“Well, think about it. She hasn’t had a good relationship with a man for a long time, and suddenly, you come along and you’re everything she wants. I’m sure a part of her is thrilled about you and is happy to be spending all this time with you, but then there’s probably another part of her, her cynical and bitter part, that’s terrified that you’re going to be like all the others. The only difference is if this relationship blows up...it won’t be easy to get over. It won’t be solved by a crazy adventure, a drinking binge, and a week-long visit to a brothel, getting waited on hand and foot by hot guys and girls. Because she’s becoming more invested in the relationship because you two go so well together, it will hurt a lot more if something goes wrong.”

“I didn’t even think about all this,” Alan said quietly.

“I know, and I’m sorry. I told you it was a big question. Now, it’s technically possible that I’m wrong about all this, but I don’t think I am. I’ve gotten to know Layla very well, and I don’t mean just physically. I’ve gotten to know her emotionally. Now, as for why I’m telling you all this...I love Layla, and I don’t want to see her get hurt like that. And I genuinely believe that you don’t want to see her hurt either. I honestly believe you care for her a lot and you wouldn’t do anything intentionally to hurt her. But...”

“But because of the casual nature of the relationship, I might not realize that we’re getting in deeper than is immediately apparent, and thus might not treat the relationship with the amount of weight and respect it actually deserves versus what it might seem like it deserves.”

“Yes. Precisely that. Exactly that. You have to be vigilant. You also have to be...well, I guess you have to be sure of what you want,” Topaz replied.

“I guess that’s true,” he said quietly. They weren’t too far from her farm now and the sun had practically set at this point. They both walked in silence for several minutes as they moved past the farm and towards the woods, eating their meals.

“I’m sorry,” Topaz said a little bit after they’d finished.

“What? Why? That was really helpful,” Alan replied.

“I know, but it really brought the mood down. You’re leaving soon and I don’t want our time together to be a downer.”

“What makes you think I’m leaving soon?”

“I can just tell. Layla wants to go somewhere else. She’s tends to want to be on the move. Especially after a big near-death experience. It gets her all antsy. So she’ll ask you if you want to go somewhere new and I imagine you’ll say yes.”

“Yeah, I guess I will. Well, hopefully we can make tonight a lot of fun.”

“Oh don’t worry, handsome. I promise that tonight is going to be very fun for you. You’re going to have two sexy, submissive elf sluts on your hands that are going to be just begging for a beating, if you know what I mean...”

“Oh...um...wow, okay,” he replied.

Topaz snorted. “You’re so freaking cute,” she said, taking his hand again and squeezing it. “I figured you’d be down for another session after the one you and I had a few nights ago.”

“I am,” he replied, thinking back to the strange rush of emotions he’d experienced when Layla had tied Topaz to a bed, gagged her and instructed him to do whatever he wanted to her. He’d never hit anyone in his life, let alone a woman he was intimate with, so it had been...very strange. And kind of confusing. And disturbing.

Probably because he liked it.

The thought of being able to do it again, and not just to Topaz but also to petite little Claire, was very arousing.

By the time they reached the forest’s edge, it was dark and the stars were coming out, though they were covered mostly by the thick cloud cover. Alan and Topaz came to stand at the spot where Serena would meet them.

“How long do we have to wait?” Alan asked, rubbing his arms. It was cold outside.

“Not long,” Topaz replied, then she grinned at him and stepped closer. “Why don’t I help keep you warm...” she murmured, pressing herself against him.

Tasting her again was a fresh pleasure as she pressed her lips to his. Alan wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him, loving the feel of her, the warmth of her, the smell of her. As their lips parted, both of them glanced over.

“Oh!” Topaz cried, jerking slightly in surprise.

“Shit!” Alan snapped at the same time.

Serena was right next to them, among the trees, smiling at them. “Don’t mind me,” she said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s...fine,” Topaz murmured, clearly trying to slow her heart. “How did it go?”

“Well,” Serena replied. “The tomb was resealed and reburied, the cultists buried with it. Once that was done, we placed a heavy curse on the area. Nothing deadly, but it’ll make anyone around uncomfortable enough that they’ll turn back and walk away without quite knowing why, except that they feel a tremendous fear if they keep walking forward.”

“Good...what about my gem?” Topaz asked. Serena held out her hand and opened it. Topaz’s gem was inside. She took it gingerly. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“You’re welcome. It’s been rendered inert, magically speaking, so it should be safe from now on,” Serena explained.

“How did the thing with the necromancer go?” Alan asked.

“He’s dead and his minions are dead as well,” Serena replied. “Things in the Redwood Forest are returning swiftly to normal. Just in time for winter as well. I’m not really looking forward to winter this year...though I never look forward to it.”

“I don’t think anyone does,” Alan murmured.

“Well, I’m afraid that I have to be going very shortly. I still have many responsibilities to tend to in the forest. But, before I go...I’d like to give you a present, Alan,” she said, smiling at him. She looked absolutely radiant in the dim starlight.

“Oh?” he replied, his heart beginning to beat faster.

“Yes. Just...stand there, and I’ll give it to you,” she said.

“Okay.”

She lowered herself slightly, so that their faces were level with each other, and leaned in. Topaz watched intently as Serena pressed her lips to his and began making out with him. Alan wrapped her in a hug and pressed her tightly against him as they began passionately kissing. After a moment, he reached in between them and settled his hands on her huge snakeskin breasts. A small groan of primal pleasure escaped him as he began to squeeze and massage them. She continued kissing him for another minute or so, then she gently broke away and rose up so that her breasts were in front of his face. She placed her hands on the back of his head.

Alan got the message.

He leaned and started to lick across her big breasts, dragging his tongue across her nipples. The excited moans of pleasure he elicited from her only enticed him further. Soon, he was sucking on her tits, switching between them, back and forth, trying to give them equal attention. Serena gently caressed the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair as she moaned quietly. “That’s a good boy,” she whispered.

After a bit longer, she gently pulled his head back from her, gave him another kiss, then lowered herself even further. Alan watched, amazed by how flexible her body could be. She lowered herself until her face was in front of his crotch, then she undid his pants and pulled them and his boxers down. He was already rock hard from making out first with Topaz, then with Serena, then sucking on her wonderful breasts.

She didn’t waste any time as she slipped his cock into her warm, wet mouth and started bobbing her head, sucking powerfully as she did. Sexual bliss began to ebb and flow through him, feeling warm and comfortable and deeply satisfying. He let out a small sound of surprise as he felt hands on his shoulders and someone at his back.

“Don’t mind me,” Topaz murmured in his ear. “I just want to watch.”

She had her head perched on his shoulder now and was looking down the length of his body at Serena as she continued working his cock with her mouth.

“This is really hot,” Topaz whispered.

“Yeah...it really is...” Alan groaned. He had his hand on the back of Serena’s head now. Staring down at her, he was overwhelmed by how beautiful she was, how sensual and fluid her movements were, how into it she seemed to be. Before he met Layla, well, actually, before he’d slept with the adventuress Jasmine, the only girlfriend he’d gotten sexual with, whenever she’d given him blowjobs, and there hadn’t been that many, she’d kind of acted like it was a chore. And he’d never given her any grief over it because he’d kind of felt the same way at the time in terms of giving oral. And really, he was just happy to be getting his dick sucked.

He didn’t really realize it could be different.

With Layla and Topaz and Serena, with these women, it was very different. It was...he wasn’t quite sure how to describe it. It was all part of the act of lovemaking, all of it. From the touching to the kissing to the foreplay and the sex and the cuddling afterward. Before, it hadn’t really been like that. It had more been a thing that the two of them awkwardly did to feel good separately. But now it was completely different.

It was...fully realized.

It was a thing that he did with his partner so that both of them felt amazing, not simply good, and emotionally, not just physically. There was an intense connection between him and Layla or him and Topaz or him and Serena whenever they made love together. He honestly wasn’t sure if it was because they were all species that were typically much more in tune with nature and the natural order of things, if that made them more sensuous lovers, or if it was them specifically, or if he could have this type of deep connection with his own species as well. Or maybe he could have it, but it wouldn’t be quite as intimate because these women were different species.

All of this was running through his head, a bit jumbled, as Serena continued to suck him off. She was moaning quietly now and that only made it more powerful, more intense and suddenly he was coming in her mouth. He let out a short cry of pleasure and heard Topaz gasp softly in his ear. He continued moaning, both hands on Serena’s head now, as his cock pumped load after load of his seed into her waiting, willing serpentine mouth. She continued sucking intently, making a circle with her thumb and first finger and running it smoothly up and down the length of his shaft in time with her lips. She kept sucking until he was completely dry.

“Oh...Gods...” he whispered as she took it out of her mouth.

“There,” she said, smiling as she rose back up to head height. “That was my goodbye for now present to you.”

“Can I do something for you?” Alan replied, tucking himself away back into his pants.

“You’ve done quite enough for me. I really appreciated the time you spent with me. It’s so rare that I get to make love with humans. Especially ones so cute. Now, as I said, I must go...I’ll see you two later,” she said.

“Goodbye, Serena. It’s been fun,” Topaz said.

“See you later,” Alan said, unsure of what else to say, still feeling in a bit of a daze. They watched her disappear back into the forest. Within seconds she was gone from sight. Both of them stood there a moment longer.

“What to go back?” Topaz asked.

“Um...yeah, sure,” Alan replied, turning away from the forest. She took his hand again as they started walking back.

“That was so hot,” she said. “When you started coming, I felt your whole body tense up and your hips were jerking forward. And the sounds you were making, it was like you couldn’t control yourself at all, like you were completely at Serena’s mercy.”

“I basically was. That’s what it’s like when one of you girls make me orgasm.”

“Mmm...that’s really hot. I like having that power over you.”

They kept walking in silence for a few minutes more. As they did, a question that had probably been in Alan’s mind for awhile now, days at least, began to surface.

“Topaz...why do you like me?” he asked suddenly.

She looked at him for a moment, then laughed. “What? What kind of question is that? Why would I not like you?”

“I mean...” he sighed, considering it. “I don’t really have any other way to put it.”

“Okay, fair enough. I guess I can try to answer that. I think I know what you might be going after with that question. I think that you think that a lot women don’t like you, because you had shitty luck before you met Layla and her friends. So...the first thing I can think to say is that I am an elf. Elves are generally more sociable. We don’t keep to ourselves, we don’t shy away from contact, and obviously we’re a very sexual people. And I am even more open and sexual than the average elf. So unless someone gives me a reason not to, I tend to like people a lot right off the bat. So that’s the very first thing. But there’s an added layer to you specifically: you were introduced to me by Layla, and I already have known and trusted her for years, so you get like, a voucher. Anyone Layla likes enough to be fuck friends with, I tend to get along with very well.

“So that’s two. But those are the basics. Deeper than that...well, you’ve got a lot of good qualities. You’re kind, you’re smart, you’re brave. You’re an excellent lover in that you care about your partner and work hard to get them off. You’re receptive to new ideas and the idea that you might be wrong about something. Fuck, that last one alone makes you very attractive. Whenever most people get told they’re wrong, instead of questioning whether or not they might be wrong, they just dig in their heels, double down and stick to their original idea regardless of how right or wrong it is. Plus, Layla was right, you are just awesome at eating pussy.

“But even more than that, I think, we just...gel. We go together really well. I never feel uncomfortable around you. You have a calming effect on me and living a high stress life, well...that’s important. So those are the reasons I like you, Alan. Honestly, if Layla hadn’t gotten to you first, I might’ve...well, nevermind.”

“You might’ve what?” he replied.

“Nothing.”

“Aw, come on, what were you going to say?”

She sighed. “I was going to say that I would have taken you all for myself. You’re a rare find. But you’re with Layla, and our paths will part soon. Now come on, let’s stop talking about this. We’re almost to my parent’s place. I need to check in with them again, then we can go see Claire and have a fantastic night.”

“All right,” Alan replied quietly, unsure of what to make of the conversation. Apparently he hadn’t been wrong earlier. There was something special between him and Topaz. That made him feel strange and uncertain.

Maybe it was best he and Layla were leaving, if that was actually true.

They kept walking until they arrived at the farm, where Topaz’s parents were sitting in the living room. They talked for a little bit, mainly about the gem, which had finally been returned. Her parents thanked Alan for his help in it and he just made awkward one-word comments back at them, very unsure of what to say. Here was another situation in which he didn’t really know what to do or say. Topaz seemed to sense this and said they had to go for the night and they headed back outside, into the chill night air.

Then they headed for Claire’s house.

…

Claire answered the door almost before they finished knocking. She welcomed them in, stepping out of the way so they could come into her house, and closed and locked the door tightly behind them. Alan found himself studying the petite elf as they settled into chairs in her living room. She looked radiant and beautiful in a simple blue dress, her brunette hair down, framing her pale face. She favored them both with a smile.

“So...how’d it all go?” she asked.

Alan and Topaz spent a little while filling her in on the details. By the time they were finished, she seemed paler than before.

“Wow...on the one hand, I feel bad for not coming and helping, but on the other hand...I’m honestly kind of grateful that I avoided all that,” she said.

“It’s fine,” Topaz replied. “I’m glad you weren’t in danger, Claire. And things turned out for the best. That’s what matters. How have you been?”

“Fine. Just working and helping your parents clean up.” Alan noticed she was fidgeting and she looked distracted. “I haven’t even had time for any other...encounters, I’ve been so busy. Not since our last night of fun,” she added, smiling at Alan.

“I’m guess you’re going to be eager to get to it then?” Topaz asked.

“Uh-huh,” she replied immediately. “Did you, uh, talk to him about…”

“About what, Claire?” Topaz asked with a big grin.

“...you know...” she murmured.

Topaz laughed. “Yes, I talked to him. Alan is interested in treating you like a worthless whore and slapping you around,” she replied.

Claire, who had just begun to blush, now was doing it fiercely. Alan could feel himself joining her. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to women who talked about sex so freely and casually. Topaz stood up.

“I’m horny,” she said. “How about we all go wash up and get to the fucking?”

“Okay,” Claire replied, standing as well.

Alan got up and joined them as they headed back through the house into Claire’s bedroom. Alan paused as he came in.

Claire had made a few new additions.

Her bed now supported straps and cuffs along the four posts. What used to be open space in the middle of the room was now occupied by a stockade, the kind where someone would bend over and have their wrists and neck locked into a wooden block, and a wooden table with leather straps. Alan looked over it all.

“Wow,” he said.

“Yup. All my stuff,” Topaz replied. “I had it custom-made last year and we store it in Claire’s basement for those rare opportunities when we find boys we trust enough to strap us down, treat us like shit, and fuck our brains out,” she explained as she began shedding her clothing.

“Wow,” Alan said again.

Claire began undressing and, after a moment, so did he. Soon, all three of them were nude and squeezing together into her sunken tub. Alan quickly washed himself off, thinking about how he was going to handle this. That night in the tent with Topaz strapped down to their bed, bound and gagged, was his only experience with this kind of sex. He’d read about, heard a few drunken stories about it, and it had intrigued him intensely, (and aroused him, as much as he was uncomfortable admitting it), and the experience had only lit a fire.

He wanted more of it.

A lot more.

He wondered if Layla was into it, though he doubted it. He thought she might be more into the giving side than the receiving side.

No conversation was had as they all thoroughly washed themselves, then quickly got out and dried off.

Soon, the two women stood before Alan.

“So, I think we should go over a few things,” Topaz said. “Last time, we didn’t get around to a safe word. What that is, basically, is a word that we say to make you stop. Obviously we’re going to be acting here, so we need a way to definitively tell the difference between acting and actually wanting to stop. I think it should be...sunfish. Agreed?” Both of them nodded in agreement. “Perfect! Now, Alan, Claire isn’t as fragile as she looks. She’s tough, like me. Though she doesn’t like to be hit with a closed fist, only slapped. And hair-pulling doesn’t really work much for her either. Choking, on the other hand, is a fantastic thing for her. She loves it. Also...I thought it might be nice for everyone involved if we had a little narrative going.”

“Narrative?” Alan replied.

“Yes...something to the tune of...we’re both pleasure slaves that you’ve just purchased. And tonight is the night you’re breaking us both in,” Topaz replied, grinning broadly.

“That sounds...pretty hot. Although I feel bad for thinking that,” Alan said.

“Don’t worry. It’s just fantasy. Now, is everyone ready?”

Claire nodded, looking as demure and submissive as ever.

“Then let’s go,” Topaz said.

A few seconds of silence passed as Alan considered how he was going to handle this. Then, because he’d actually read a very dirty ‘romance’ novel like this once, (it was really just filthy, filthy erotica, which would explain why it sold so well), he stepped up to them and got started, an idea in mind.

“Both of you belong to me now,” he said, reaching up and running his fingers down Topaz’s face. She flinched slightly away from his touch. “I paid a lot of gold for you, as I was told you were of an excellent stock, and I expect you to perform as such.” He began to grope Topaz’s breasts and she let out a small whimper. “Very nice,” he murmured, then moved over to Claire and did the same. “I expect both of you to follow orders without question. If you hesitate, refuse or question my orders, you will be punished severely.”

As he continued speaking, Alan started to walk around them. He could see that both of the women seemed to be enjoying this intensely.

Apparently he was good at this stuff.

“You will be expected to perform your duties like the whores you are,” he continued, running his fingertips down Topaz’s back and letting his hand come to rest on the swell of her ass. He groped it for a moment. “You will pleasure me several times a day and pleasure each other for me to watch.” He moved over to Claire and groped her ass as well. Fuck, they were both so hot. He already had an awful erection.

“Now,” he said, coming to stand before them again. “Both of you will refer to me as master. And, as I’ve come to understand it, both of you were prisoners. Criminals. Both of you have been very bad. And as such, I feel that I must punish you for what you have done. I will punish both of you severely tonight,” he said.

“Master, please-” Claire began.

Alan reached out and slapped her once, hard, across the face. She cried out and went stumbling. Topaz hurried over to her. “Master, please don’t-” she began, and he turned and slapped her as well, causing her to cry out.

“Speak out of line like that again and I promise you it will be much worse. Now get on your knees you worthless sluts,” he growled at them.

They both quickly moved to obey him and knelt in front of him. He settled each of their heads in his grasp. “You know what to do, you filthy elf whores,” he said. “Lick it.”

Both of them leaned in and began to lick his cock. They looked terrified and Topaz occasionally whimpered. He was still shocked by just how good they were at acting. He was also again kind of disturbed by how much he was turned on by this. He never really thought of himself as someone who got off on humiliating or dominating his partner, especially in such an overt manner. And yet...here he was, acting this out.

Watching them submissively lick his cock added a new level of pleasure and he found himself really getting into it. Before long, he grabbed Topaz’s head with both hands and forced his cock into her mouth. She cried out, the sound muffled, as he started roughly fucking her mouth. “That’s right,” he whispered, “I know you like it you fucking whore. This is all you’re good for, do you understand me? This is the only value you have,” he growled at her.

She moaned loudly as he kept fucking her in the mouth. After a little bit, he pulled his cock out and forced it into Claire’s mouth. She cried out as this time, he didn’t fuck her mouth so much as grab her head and force it to bob rapidly up and down his cock. He kept going for a bit longer, but before long, the desire to fuck the became too much. Pulling his dick from her mouth, he turned to Topaz, grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up.

“Get up!” he screamed at her. She cried out and got to her feet. He pulled her across the room, to the stockade. Raising it up, he fitted her neck and wrists in the niches and lowered it into place. Once it was, he locked it.

“Stay there, I’ll be back for you, whore,” he said.

Moving over to Claire, who had gotten quickly to her feet, he wrapped his hand around her neck and forced her backwards across the room, until she hit the bed and fell back onto it. “Master, please-” she began, but he slapped her and shoved her back down as she tried to sit up. Grabbing her wrists and ankles, he quickly bound her to the bed spread-eagle. Then, after a moment’s consideration, he freed her left ankle, grabbed her leg, forced it up and secured it to the same bedpost that he left wrist was. She was marvelously exposed now.

“Time to get some elf pussy,” he said as he got on top of her.

Claire let out another moan as he pushed his way into her. She was incredibly hot and dripping wet. He could feel how intensely aroused she was as he forced his cock into her ridiculously tight pussy. She let out a loud yell as he pushed it in hard.

“Please, it’s too big!” she gasped.

As he started pounding her into the mattress so hard that the bed frame began to slam into the wall, he wrapped his hands around her throat and began to squeeze. “Shut up,” he whispered, staring into her eyes as she gagged and choked. “Shut the fuck up, you worthless slut. You’re just a dumb, idiot bitch and you’re going to take my fucking cock and love it.”

She continued gagging as he squeezed her neck, choking her hard and pounding her pussy even harder. Then, abruptly, he released her and she gasped, sucking in air, chest heaving. Alan continued fucking the shit out of her, absolutely smashing her pussy as he fucked her petite frame as hard as he could. The bed continued slamming into the wall and he suddenly wondered if he might break something, but he didn’t care right now.

“That’s it! Take it! You fucking! WHORE!” he screamed at her as he started coming inside of her. Claire cried out, struggling feebly as he emptied his seed into her amazing elf pussy, pumping her full of it one hard spurt at a time. Raw sexual bliss exploded through him as he came inside of her, and it was more powerful, more intense than normal. And, he found as he pulled out of her, he was still rock hard and ready for another orgasm.

Which is what he’d been counting on.

“Now it’s your turn,” he said as he got up and moved over to Topaz.

She let out a small sound of fear as he settled his hands on her ass. Topaz really did have an amazing ass.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

He answered by starting to put his dick up her ass. She moaned and tried to move. “No! Please! Not there!” she cried.

“Shut the fuck up, slave!”

She yelled as he pushed his dick up her ass. It was so tight and he knew he’d be blowing off his second load before too long. Alan smacked Topaz’s well-padded ass. “Quit whining!” he snapped at her. “I know you fucking elf whores enjoy this.”

“No!” she moaned. “It hurts!”

“I don’t give a fuck,” he replied, fucking her up the ass harder and faster. He slapped it again, leaving a red mark on it.

All it took was another minute or so before he was blowing off a second load, filling Topaz’s tight ass with his seed. Both of them groaned as he came. He forced his dick even deeper up her ass, hands firmly on her hips, pushing her hard against the stockade. After his second orgasm had died down, Alan pulled out of Topaz and swayed on his feet for a moment. Then he moved forward and freed her.

“How was that?” he asked.

“Very, very good,” she replied, straightening up and rubbing her wrists. “I don’t know if you could tell, but you made me orgasm from that anal. It was amazing. You are like perfect as this whole slave-master thing.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Claire said as he moved over to her and began undoing the straps. “You really, really are. I loved that...thanks,” she said as he got the last strap undone.

“Think you’ll be up for more?” Topaz asked. “Cause...the night is still young as far as I’m concerned.”

“Oh yeah, definitely. I want to use and abuse you two beautiful women all night long,” he replied with vigor.

Topaz laughed. “Excellent.”

…

Alan sighed in relief as he settled into the steaming hot sunken tub in Claire’s room. He was alone for the moment.

It had been a really, really long night.

He’d had two more forced sex sessions with the two elf women, and they had both been longer than the first. After a very long sleep, (it was currently past noon, normally he’d have been up for five hours at this point), he’d woken up and made love with both of them, and both of them had demanded that he finished inside of them, so he’d come twice and that had almost put him back to sleep. They’d laid there for awhile before someone came knocking. Claire had gotten up and pulled on a shirt before going to answer the door.

A moment later a familiar voice had called out. Layla wanted Topaz to come see her. He’d laid there a little bit longer before finally getting up and slipping into the tub. He’d been slowly building up magic and now he released it over himself, putting that sore healing spell to work. Alan let out a long groan of release as that spell went to work.

“What was that? Are you masturbating in here?” Layla asked, stepping into the room.

“He’d better not be. We made him come like eight times in the past twelve hours. I’ll be insulted,” Topaz said as she joined him.

“I’m not, just used that sore healing spell. I needed it after last night,” he replied.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Topaz replied. “Now, I need the room. Layla wants to fuck me goodbye. Although you can watch if you want.”

“I think I’ll go hang out with Claire,” Alan replied.

“Your loss,” Layla said, grinning as she took off her clothes and got into bed with Topaz.

Alan got out and dried off, watching both women kiss and grope each other as he dressed. Once he was done, he lingered a bit more as Layla began to eat Topaz out, then he slipped out and closed the door behind him.

Claire sat in her kitchen, looking sheepish.

“Hi,” she said quietly.

“Hello. How are you feeling?” he replied, sitting next to her.

“Tired. Sore. Amazing. Thanks for a great night. And morning.” She giggled. “It was a lot of fun. I mean, a lot of fun. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

“I appreciate you, too. It was a great time, and you’re a good friend. I mean...well, I consider you a good friend,” he replied.

“I definitely consider you a friend, Alan,” Claire said quietly, taking his hand. “A good friend. A close friend.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

They both looked over and grinned as Layla’s and Topaz’s moans grew louder from Claire’s room.

…

“So now what?” Alan asked.

He and Layla were walking along the outskirts of Bryne. They’d done everything they’d intended to do. They’d eaten a late breakfast, (technically a late lunch and Alan’s first meal of the day), said goodbye to Topaz and Claire, and stocked up on supplies.

“I was thinking that we could head south,” Layla replied. “I really hate winter and I’m always promising myself that next year, I’ll escape it.”

“Escape it? Even as far south as the ocean, it still gets cold.”

“I was thinking of going to Tomontica,” she replied. “What do you think?”

He thought about it for a moment. “It sounds like an adventure.”

“Then it’s settled. We’ll head south, to Tomontica.”

EPILOGUE

They didn’t make it too far before night fell.

As he threw down the camp-in-a-bag and said the activating word, Alan thought about his day. Not a whole lot of time had passed since he and Layla had walked away from Bryne, leaving Topaz and Claire behind. They’d started into the Redwood Forest, but this time their path was a bit more meandering, their pace not so frantic. Layla wanted to actually enjoy the scenery, the atmosphere and the environment of the woods.

Alan found that he did too.

He loved it outside, in these fertile, beautiful woodlands. Even though winter was on approach and there was a chill in the air, and the sky was a miserable iron gray, he still liked it out there. And he especially liked it with Layla. She seemed to be in a great mood, smiling and occasionally singing or humming to herself. She actually had a very pretty singing voice. Alan was intent on being just as happy, putting aside the strange feelings Topaz had stirred up in him. She was a friend, a good friend, and that was fine.

That was enough for him.

And he really was happy with Layla. She was wonderful. Caring, thoughtful, happy, trusting, communicative. Even if he wasn’t entirely sure as to the precise nature of their relationship, he was happy with where they were at.

So, as they’d meandered through the forest, stopping to pick flowers for some potions he intended to make later, checking out interesting scenery or wildlife, or just to relax, they ended up only making it a few miles south before they’d run out of sunlight. And now here they were, making camp in a clearing with a hot spring. Alan was surprised to find that they were so common throughout the area, and he was extremely grateful.

Washing up using a rag and a washbasin absolutely did not compare to soaking full body in hot water.

They spent a few moments gathering up some firewood and then put together a little campfire. Once it was established, the two of them set up a stew pot, got some water and the makings for a beef and vegetable stew, and Alan lit the fire. Once that was done, they stripped down, tossed their clothes into the tent and slipped into the spring.

“How are you feeling?” Alan asked as he got behind Layla and began to massage her shoulders. She let out a long, satisfied moan.

“Better now,” she murmured. “You’re a real sweetheart, you know that?” she added a moment later as he continued massaging her.

“I try,” he replied.

“And it’s very appreciated. You want some pussy?” she asked, and he could hear the grin in her voice. “Cause if you promise to rub my feet later, I’ll let you just stick it in right now and blow a huge fucking load in me.”

“Deal,” he replied.

She maneuvered herself until she could lean forward and place her hands on the edge of the hot spring. She leaned forward and let him grab her thighs. Alan lifted her up as he stepped forward in between her spread open legs and she floated almost horizontal beneath the water. Holding her up with one hand, he reached between them and guided his cock into her tight, wet felis pussy. Both of them groaned in sexual unity as he penetrated her, sliding smoothly into her vagina. The pleasure, hot and potent, hit him like a drug.

“Oh, Layla...” he moaned as he started sliding smoothly in and out of her.

“Fuck me like a godsdamned whore,” she moaned back at him.

He gripped her athletic hips and started giving it to her harder, making the water slosh around them. Layla really liked it when he went hard on her, and he had to admit, he did too. The sexual satisfaction was immediately wonderful and it felt so good to fuck at the end of the day. Especially underwater.

Underwater pussy was among the best kind.

Since Layla was doing this just to give him pleasure, he didn’t try to last. He fucked her for about two minutes, staring at her fantastic, fit ass and her lithely muscled back and her beautifully patterned fur. Before he knew it, Alan was grunting in raw primal bliss as he began to unload his seed into Layla’s felis pussy.

She let out a low moan. “That’s it, baby,” she whispered. “Come in my pussy. I know it must feel so good...”

“Yes,” he moaned. “Yes, Layla, it’s so good. It feels so fucking good.”

He continued ejaculating into her, filling her sweet pussy one hard spurt at a time. Pleasure swept through him, seeming to bathe his entire body in pure sexual satisfaction. He trembled with the intensity of the bliss. As he finished emptying his cock into her, Alan carefully pulled out and then sat down heavily against the wall.

“Mmm...that must have been a good one. You were making some interesting noises,” Layla said as she turned around and came over to him. She laid against him.

“It was incredible,” he replied. “You have the best pussy ever.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” she murmured.

They sat there together in the hot spring for a bit longer, soaking, relaxing, until Alan felt like he might pass out. They got out, headed back to the campsite and dried off. By the time they’d pulled on a bit of clothing, (in both their cases, just underwear, Layla preferred to go topless as often as possible), the stew was ready and they both sat in front of their tent on a blanket and ate in relative silence for several minutes.

“I think our next purchase should be chairs,” Layla said.

“Definitely. Although if we strike it rich, we should sell this and buy one like Morgan had. You know, one that comes complete with more furniture inside and some on the outside. I think that’d be awesome,” he replied.

“Very true. But very expensive. We’ll have to save up for several months to do that.”

“It’d be worth it.”

“Yeah.”

Not long after the meal, Alan found himself yawning. “I think we should probably get to that foot rub. I’m still tired from everything.”

Layla opened her mouth, but then was interrupted by a yawn as well. “You have a point,” she said, smiling at him.

They washed the dishes and put them away, then put out the fire and crawled into the tent. Layla sat cross-legged on the center bed, where they typically slept together, and he sat down behind her. Alan rubbed her shoulders for a few minutes, eliciting many pleasured moans from her, and then ended up having her lay down and rubbing down the rest of her back, and moved on to her feet. By the time he was done, she was nodding off.

“That was amazing,” she murmured. “Thank you.”

Alan put out the candles, stripped off his boxers and crawled into bed with her. “You’re welcome,” he replied, curling up against her. “Goodnight, Layla.”

“Goodnight, Alan.”

He was asleep before he knew it.

…

Alan awoke, as he did basically every morning now, to Layla’s voice.

What was different about this morning was what she had to say. “Alan...wake up, sleepy head. You’ve got a visitor.”

“Hmm?” he murmured, blinking open his eyes. It felt strange, to transition so abruptly from the dead of night to the golden sunshine of morning. It felt like he’d gone to sleep just minutes ago, but obviously much more time had passed.

“I said, you have a visitor. Someone wants to see you,” Layla replied.

“Who?” he asked, fully opening his eyes and sitting up, rubbing them. “Topaz?”

“No. It’s no one you’ve met before. At least, I’m pretty sure. She wants to talk to you. And...well, she wants to do more than that with you. Come on.”

Now he was definitely interested. He got up and began to pull his boxers on. Layla put her hand on his. “You won’t need those,” she said with a smirk.

He hesitated, then he stood up and headed for the tent flap. As he stepped out, he let out a small sound of surprise. “Oh, Gods!” he said, falling back a step. An eight foot tall dryad was standing out in front of the tent. Layla put her hands on his shoulders.

“It’s okay,” she said.

Alan made himself calm down. He stood straighter and took a step forward, feeling embarrassed. “I’m so sorry,” he said. “That was very rude.”

“I accept your apology,” the immensely tall dryad replied, “my appearance can be very startling to beings smaller than myself. My name is April.”

“Hello, April. I’m Alan. Pleased to meet you,” he said.

“And you,” she replied, smiling down at him.

He saw that she wasn’t actually a dryad. She just resembled one, so that’s what his mind had labeled her as. Besides the height difference, her skin didn’t resemble the bark of trees so much as it was an amalgamation of the forest itself. He saw the greens of leaves, the browns of earth, the tans and light browns of bark, even the blue of crystal clear springwater. She was very shapely, with broad hips, thick, luscious thighs and very large, bountiful breasts. She looked...motherly and fertile, like a recently pregnant woman.

That, combined with her nudity, was beginning to intensely arouse Alan.

He looked up into her face, which was a study in a strange, alien kind of beauty, a powerful, alluring beauty. Her eyes were a curious, intense blue-green color and they seemed to glow. They probably were glowing. This strange woman of the forest before him practically radiated magic. Her hair, a dark green in color, resembled the hair he was more familiar with, instead of the leaf hairstyles he was used to seeing on other dryads.

“What, um...what can I do for you April?” he asked.

It finally occurred to him what, exactly, he was talking to. A forest elemental. They were the top tier in the forests in terms of power and control, although how they wielded those two things remained largely a mystery.

April smiled and sat down slowly and carefully in front of him. Even sitting down, her head was about even with his own.

“I have heard stories of a human male going around my forest, making love with my subjects,” she said. “Is this true? Have you made love with my subjects, Alan?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied. It never even occurred to him to lie. There was something powerfully intimidating about April, even though she was being perfectly pleasant.

“Why?” she asked.

“Because...they asked me to. Because I was attracted to them,” he stuttered out.

“And what about me, Alan? What would you say if I asked you to make love to me right now, this very minute?” she asked.

“I would accept your request,” he replied.

Her smile broadened. “Good. I was hoping you would say that. I am very interested in trying out mating with a human. I’ve never enjoyed the pleasure. Now, come here...”

She reached out and gently wrapped him in her huge arms, bringing him closer to her, pressing him up against her huge, soft breasts. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, doing what came naturally to him. It was fine, he told himself as he kissed her deeply, twining their tongues together, he’d made love to a larger woman than this before. Morgan had been at least a foot taller than her. But Morgan hadn’t been this powerful, this intimidating…

April tasted of nature, of honeysuckle and tree sap and fresh springwater.

She allowed him to grope her huge breasts, and he did as they continued making out. They were bigger than his head! He couldn’t believe how good they felt, how much they turned him on, how erotic the encounter was.

His erection was so stiff and powerful that it almost hurt.

She seemed to sense his anticipation and pulled back after several minutes of making out. “Your lover tells me that you are a master in the way of the tongue. If you demonstrate your skill to me, I would be more than happy to compensate you in return...I’ve longed to sample a taste of human seed, and I don’t mind extracting it from you,” she said.

“Okay,” he managed, even more turned on now.

April laid down slowly on her back, spreading wide her legs. Alan marveled at her tremendous, thick thighs and her curvy, broad hips before he settled down in between them. He could practically feel Layla’s eyes on him, watching this whole display hungrily. He was glad to find April’s vagina of a size that he thought he could handle.

Leaning in, he spread the smooth, taut lips of her pussy and found her clit. Leaning in further, touching the tip of his tongue to it, he got a gasp of pleasure out of the eight foot elemental. She even tasted like honeysuckle. He started eating her out very slowly, gradually going faster and harder with his tongue. He wanted to do a very good job for her. April began panting and moaning as he massaged her clit with the tip of his tongue.

Slowly, he used more and more of his tongue, licking her clit, switching between rapid small licks and slower, broader, more powerful licks.

“Oh my...keep going, Alan...Layla was not misrepresenting your abilities...” April moaned.

There was something intensely satisfying about bringing such pleasure to a woman like April, a woman who was so huge, so powerful, so clearly in control of herself and the situation around her. It wasn’t much longer before he brought her to orgasm. He kept licking until the end, when she began to come and briefly lost control of herself. Fearing that his head might be crushed between her huge thighs, he pulled back and watched.

Like the dryads, when she came, she didn’t spray so much as ooze a clearish-greenish substance. Tree sap. The nymphs of the forest came tree sap. Her whole huge body shook with the power of her orgasm as she cried out, her voice carrying and echoing across the land. Alan wondered how many heard this beautiful woman’s orgasm.

As she finished coming, April quickly regained control of herself. She sat up and looked at Alan. “Thank you so much,” she said. “Now I will return the favor. Lay down.”

Layla had brought him a blanket and a pillow, as the ground was still cold and slightly wet. “Thank you, honey,” he said.

“You’re welcome. Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” she asked.

“Oh yes. Immensely. You?”

“Fuck yeah, I am. This is so hot,” she replied.

Alan laid back and watched as April got onto her hands and knees beside him. She lowered her head until it was over his cock and then took it in. His dick straight up disappeared into her huge mouth. Immediately, it was wrapped and sealed in a hot, wet pocket of pure sexual rapture. He let out a long groan as she started sucking him off, bobbing her huge head.

“Oh, April...” he moaned loudly.

“I think he likes it,” Layla said, grinning.

She had ended up sitting down so that he could lay his head in her lap.

Hot, intense pleasure continued to fill Alan as he laid there with his head resting on his lover and another woman, a freaking eight foot tall elemental, sucked his dick. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

April got her taste of his seed not much later.

Alan let out a brand new moan of absolute, pure bliss as he began coming into April’s mouth. He let out a muffled moan as she began sucking with a renewed intensity, as if trying to drain him completely dry. He moaned and moaned as wave after wave of pleasure washed through him, his cock spraying his seed into April’s mouth as she sucked. She kept sucking until he finished coming, then she sucked some more.

Finally, she pulled it out of her mouth.

“How was it?” he asked weakly.

“It was a very interesting taste,” she replied. “I liked it.”

“Good,” he murmured.

“I think he’ll be fine with you extracting it whenever you’d like,” Layla said.

“I’ll be ready to make love in a moment. Um...I was wondering, will I be, uh, large enough to satisfy you?” he asked.

“Don’t worry, that will be fine. We elementals have more control over our bodies than most. I promise, the experience with be intensely pleasurable for both of us,” April replied.

It only took him a few minutes to get hard again, especially when Layla started sucking on one of April’s huge breasts. Before he knew it, April was on her back with her legs spread and he was in between them, fitting his cock into her elemental pussy. Both of them moaned in sexual unity as he pushed his way into her.

She was very tight.

And so hot and wet. The pleasure was immediately powerful.

“Oh, April!” he cried as he began fucking her pussy.

“Mmm...I told you,” she murmured happily.

He pushed himself up and stared at her huge tits as he slammed into her, burying his cock in her as far as he could. And then he stared at Layla, who, as naked as either of them, continued licking across April’s nipple and sucking on it. Before long, she was right up next to her face, making out with her passionately.

“Can I ride your tongue?” Layla asked.

“Yes, you may. I want you to share in our sexual joy,” April replied.

She was like some kind of benevolent forest sex goddess. Alan watched in rapt attention and arousal as Layla straddled April’s face. She reached up and settled her hands on Layla’s hips, then began to eat her out. Layla cried out, immediately moaning in desperate pleasure as she rode April’s tongue.

What a crazy experience this was.

Alan continued fucking her, satisfying his cock in her elemental pussy for as long as he could. He wasn’t sure how long they all went on like that, moaning in pure pleasure, naked and fucking out in the middle of a forest at sunrise where anyone might come across them. What would someone think, he wondered suddenly, to come across a human man and a female felis having a sexual encounter with a huge forest elemental?

The thought made him begin to orgasm.

He cried out as a fresh wave of pleasure pounded through him, filling him from head to toe in warm, pink bliss. He was faintly aware of Layla crying out in pleasure as well as she orgasmed from April’s tongue. Both of them came together, lost in their own worlds. Alan kept going, pumping that elemental’s pussy with his seed, filling it, his cock spurting wildly into her until there was nothing left to give.

Carefully, he pulled out of her and sat down on the ground, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

Well, one thing was for sure: he was awake now.

A little bit later, April slowly stood up. She stretched and then walked over to the hot spring, where she got in, moved to the deepest part and submerged herself. As she got back out, the water ran off of her immediately.

“I hate to mate and run, but I have many responsibilities to tend to. I thank you both very much for your openness and kindness. I hope to see you both again,” April said. She gave each of them a kiss and a hug, and then she turned and walked off.

Alan watched her go.

“Wow,” he said finally.

“Yep,” Layla replied.

They both kept staring at her until she was gone.

“Want to take a bath?” Layla asked.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Good. We’re heading south today. I just remembered that there’s a good friend of mine who I want you to meet. I think she’ll be interested in a threesome,” Layla said.

“I’m listening...”

…

“So, who is this friend of your?” Alan asked.

The day had been peaceful so far, and pleasant. After a magnificent threesome with the eight-foot elemental April, he and Layla had washed up and had a great meal. Then they’d broken down the camp, packed up, and started making their way south. So far, their pace had been a little more determined, their path a little more consistent. Although Layla had stopped three times so far to show him some pretty neat things.

The first was an enormous hollowed out trunk. She told him about a time she’d been hunting in the area years ago, around the time when she was his age, and had set up camp in it for about a week. Then she showed him a huge tree that towered over the rest, a thing that must have been a hundred feet high. She’d told him how it was said to be the last from the original batch of trees in the forest. All the others had died or had otherwise been cut down or destroyed. Finally, she’d shown him a place where doe and rabbits tended to gather and feed. They’d remained hidden, watching the cute wildlife lounge and laze about.

Overall, it had been a nice few hours.

But now they were heading south at a more determined pace, mainly because rain was coming, and it was going to be cold rain judging by the chill on the air. At least, Alan hoped it was a cold rain, instead of sleet or snow.

“Her name is Hazel. She’s a witch and she helps...maintain the land. Specifically the Redwood Forest. She lives alone in a cabin that her mother and grandmother before her built. I’m not entirely sure how she maintains the forest. All I know is that she’s in good with the dryads and the other nymphs and beings of the land and she’s no one to fuck with. And she’s so, so, so fucking hot. I know you’ve got a thing for redheads and curvy girls, and holy fuck is she a curvy, smoking hot redhead. I want to watch you fuck her,” Layla explained.

“Wow...that sounds pretty awesome,” Alan replied, already getting aroused.

“Yep. It’s gonna be hot. I hope she isn’t busy.”

They kept walking.

“How far away are we?” Alan asked, rubbing his arms. It was definitely getting colder and darker.

“Not far now. Maybe just another five minutes or so,” Layla replied, grinning at him. She took his hand and laced their fingers together. “Don’t worry, I promise you’ll be very warm all through the night tonight.”

Alan squeezed her hand and she squeezed back.

They kept walking.

…

They came upon a cabin not much later.

It was built into a clearing. Although the cabin itself was a simple structure, apparently just a single room with a chimney, the area around it was intricate and beautiful. A series of gardens that grew all kinds of things, from flowers to food to herbs and other things that Alan couldn’t identify, took up most of the clearing. As the two of them approached, the cabin door opened up and a woman stepped out. Alan felt his heart flutter. Layla been right.

She was gorgeous.

“Layla!” the woman called immediately.

“Hazel!” Layla called back.

As the two women moved to embrace each other, Alan studied her. Despite the chill air, she wore little, like Layla normally did. All she had on was a bra and some shorts. The first and most immediately obvious thing about her was the fact that she was noticeably pregnant. Her belly was plump and if he had to guess he’d say she was about four months into it, maybe five. She was about as tall as he was, her skin was a healthy pale color, and she did indeed have the reddest hair he had ever seen in his entire life.

And her eyes!

They were a glowing, vibrant green, full of life and wondrous beauty.

“You’re pregnant!” Layla said as they finished hugging.

“You’re perceptive!” she replied with a warm smile. “I finally went ahead and did it once I figured it was about high time...” she glanced over at Alan. “Who’s your cute friend?”

“Come here, honey. This is Alan,” Layla said, waving him closer. He moved forward to join them, still enamored with and awestruck by Hazel. Her breasts looked like they were in danger of overwhelming her bra.

Her thighs looked in similar condition.

She turned her radiant smile on him. “Hello, Alan. I’m Hazel. It’s very nice to meet you,” she said, stepping forward and hugging him. He didn’t quite know what to say, so he just hugged her back. Her tits felt huge and absolutely wonderful against his chest.

“He’s shy,” she said with a knowing smile as she disengaged from him. She took a step back and looked him up and down. “I like him,” she said.

“I think he likes you, too,” Layla replied. She hesitated and looked around. “So, uh...what have you been up to?” she asked.

Hazel laughed. “Come inside, it’s too cold to chat out here,” she said.

“Not from the way you’re dressed,” Layla said, following her along with Alan as she headed back to her cabin.

“I’ve got magic to help. And you’re dressed quite similarly,” she replied.

“I’ve got fur,” Layla replied.

Alan couldn’t help but stare at her ass. It was huge! It hardly even fit into the shorts she was wearing. He was so turned on that he couldn’t think straight. He followed the women into the cabin, which looked very homey and lived in. It was also very comfortable and toasty inside, and it smelled absolutely amazing.

“All right, Layla. One of the things I’ve always loved about you is that you’re a fan of blunt, honest conversation. So...I’m going to be blunt and honest right now. You’ve caught me at...not a bad time, but a horny time,” she said, glancing briefly over at Alan. He realized that she was sweating. “Getting pregnant has thrown my hormones out of whack and they make me so insanely horny sometimes. So...can I borrow your...friend? Boyfriend? Boytoy?”

“Boytoy...and yes, you can borrow him. So long as I can watch and masturbate,” Layla replied immediately.

“Deal,” Hazel said, hardly waiting more than a few seconds before peeling off her bra and tossing it aside.

“Good. Gods,” Alan marveled as her tremendous pale breasts were freed.

Hazel laughed. “Yeah. I was already a pretty busty girl before I got pregnant. Getting knocked up just put it over the top,” she replied. “And if you liked these, you’re gonna love this,” she added, turning around.

Bending over slightly, she peeled off her shorts, revealing her thick, exceptionally well-padded, pale ass. It was just as marvelous as her tits! It was a thing of immense beauty. Oh, and her thick, pale thighs and marvelously curvaceous broad hips!

He’d died and gone to Paradise.

Hazel turned back around and placed her hands on her hips. “Have you ever been with a pregnant woman before?” she asked.

He shook his head slowly, still enthralled by her absurdly curvaceous body. “No.”

“I take it it’s something you’ve fantasized about?”

“Yeah.”

“Most men have. Come here.”

He stepped up to her and let her undress him. Soon, he was just as naked as she was. Hazel slipped her hand over the back of his neck and drew her closer to him, then pressed her thick, luscious red lips to his own. Alan let out a long groan as he kissed her and settled his hands on her breasts. He couldn’t even get his hands around them. Although technically he’d been playing with larger breasts last night, and they were fantastic, he found himself more enamored with these because, while they were smaller than the elementals’, they looked huge on Hazel, whereas April’s looked a bit above average on her frame.

She slipped her tongue skillfully into his mouth and twined it smoothly with his own tongue. She tasted wonderful, a sweet, natural kind of taste that he couldn’t quite identify. After groping her breasts for a good, long while, he slid his hands back down and squeezed her enormous ass. They continued fooling around for a few minutes longer until she broke off the kiss and guided him over to her bed, where she made him sit at the edge of it.

“Just sit back and let me take care of this,” Hazel said, dropping to her knees.

Alan let out another loud, long groan as she took his cock into her mouth and began rapidly bobbing her head. “Oh, fuck Hazel!” he moaned. He could instantly tell that she was a very skilled woman.

She looked like a sex deity, some kind of lust elemental, as she sucked him off, bobbing her head as fast as she could, stimulating him and filling him with pure pleasure. Abruptly, she took him out of her mouth and grabbed her huge tits, then pressed them together on either side of his dick and began sliding them rapidly up and down it.

“You like that?” she asked, her eyes wide and wild with desire, her pale face flushed. She was grinning fiercely.

“Yeah,” he managed. “Fuck, it feels too good.”

“Good. Blow your fucking load all over my face,” she said, dropping her breasts, spitting into her hand and beginning to jack him off rapidly. The sexual satisfaction hit him hard, jolting through him like magic, and soon his cock released the first volley of his seed. It sprayed all over Hazel’s right cheek, and then, riding on its heels was a second and a third, both of them getting onto her lips, then her nose. More got onto her forehead and she was moaning now as she kept jacking him off, spraying his seed all over.

When he’d finished coming, she opened her mouth, slipped his cock in and pulled it slowly back out between her pressed together lips, sucking as she did. This got another startled, loud moan of pleasure from Alan.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned, falling back onto her bed.

“And that’s just the warm-up,” she said, standing up and walking over to her washbasin. She quickly rinsed her face off, washed her mouth out with some strawberry flavored wine, and crawled into bed with him.

“You enjoying yourself?” Hazel asked as she began running her hands over his body.

“Mmm-hmm,” he replied, “I am. A lot.”

“And you, Layla?” she asked.

They both glanced over. Layla was sitting on her chair, naked now, her legs spread. She was rubbing her clit gently.

“Yes. Keep going,” she replied, her voice husky.

They resumed making out and fooling around, groping each other. He played with her huge tits some more, and before he knew it, she had him sucking on them.

“Oh yes...” she moaned softly. “I love it when my lovers suck on my breasts.”

He continued doing so, switching between them, sucking on her pink nipples. As he did this, he laid a hand gently on the swell of her belly and rubbed it, softly moving his hand across the soft, warm skin there.

Then he slid it lower, down between her tremendous thighs, and found her clit. She began moaning even louder as he pleasured her, making small, fast circles with his fingertip. He kept going like this until she made him stop.

“Okay, I can’t take it anymore,” she gasped. “Fuck me. I’m too fucking horny for foreplay. I need your fucking cock in me right now!”

Happy to oblige, Alan got in between her legs, which she spread wide for him. Since he didn’t feel he could safely lay flat on top of her, he rested on his knees and got up against her until their hips were meeting, then he grabbed his cock and guided it into her. Hazel was so fucking wet that he slipped right in.

“Fuck!” he moaned as he penetrated her.

“Oh yes...” she moaned, her rough voice almost growling. “Fuck me hard!” she screamed at him as he began making love to her.

The pleasure burned through him. He heard a moan from his left and glanced over. Layla had her legs spread farther now and she was vigorously rubbing her clit, watching the two of them intently. Alan grinned and returned his attention to Hazel. He had a great view of her. All of her was sexy. Her pale skin, her flaming red hair, the bulging belly, her enormous tits that were bouncing around crazily as he fucked her.

“How is it?” she moaned. “How is fucking my pregnant pussy?”

“It’s incredible,” Alan gasped in response, reaching out and groping her huge tits, unable to stop himself any longer. “It’s so amazing, Hazel.”

“Good...fuck, I wanna get slammed from behind. Get up, let’s switch positions,” she said.

He pulled out of her and let her get over onto her her hands and knees. As he got up against her, he took a moment to admire her huge, fat ass, then he quickly slipped back inside of her. Within, she was hot and wet and perfect, her vaginal muscles coiling tightly around his cock. Alan gave her huge ass a hard smack as he fucked her, then settled his hands on her broad hips, slamming deep and hard into her pussy.

“Yes! Yes! That’s fucking it right there that’s the fucking spot!” she wailed as he continued pounding her.

She was coming and it felt amazing.

Alan groaned as a hot spray of feminine sex juices was released from her pussy, getting all over his lower stomach and thighs. Her muscles were spasming like crazy and only made the sex feel even better.

He was joining her, then, starting to fill her pussy with a second load.

“That’s it!” she cried. “Fuck yes, come in my pussy! Fill me up!” she screamed.

He was vaguely aware of Layla crying out, having her own orgasm as she got off on watching them fuck. Alan groaned and grunted in absolute bliss as he hunched forward over Hazel, emptying his cock into her, his hips thrusting of their own volition as he buried his seed deep inside of her. When it was over and his orgasm had run its course, he carefully pulled out of her perfect pussy and then sat down on the bed.

Hazel laid down on her back, staring up, smiling merrily to herself.

“How was my boytoy?” Layla asked.

“He’s a great fuck,” Hazel replied. “And a very enthusiastic fuck. You kind of remind me of the guy who got me pregnant.”

“I’d like to hear that story, but first, I’m guessing that Alan would like to know how it is we came to know each other,” Layla said.

“You just want to tell that story because you get to be the hero,” Hazel replied.

“That’s not the only reason,” Layla said. “You want to tell it?”

“Yes. To do some damage control. You’ll just lie. A Minotaur got the best of me a few years ago. Knocked me unconscious. When I came to, Layla was tending to my wounds. She’d killed the Minotaur. I had her help me get back to my cabin and...well, since we’re both attractive bisexual women, one thing led to another and we got very intimate for about a week. And she’s been coming back and visiting me from time to time ever since then,” Hazel explained.

“Yeah, that’s about right,” Layla said. She stood up and stretched.

“Can I convince you two to spend the night? It’s cold out there and I wouldn’t mind the company and help keeping warm,” Hazel said, grinning at them from where she lay.

“I’m definitely down to stay,” Layla said.

“Oh yes, me too. I want more,” Alan said, laying a hand on one of her thick thighs and rubbing it slowly up and down.

Hazel grinned. “Then it’s settled. Now, wash up you two. I want more sex.”

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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!)

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