WANDERLUST

by Misty Vixen

DISCLAIMER

If this is your first time reading Wanderlust, you

can safely ignore this disclaimer.

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

Basically nothing.

This novel covers Episodes I through VII of the original series, as well as the bonus short stories from Collections I & II, and The Complete First Season.

I hope this helps you decide whether or not

it’s worth purchasing!

Table of Contents

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

CHAPTER VII

CHAPTER VIII

CHAPTER IX

OTHER TITLES

ABOUT ME

CHAPTER I

Today was the big day.

Owyn made his way slowly through the village, taking in the sights and sounds that had become so intimately familiar to him over the past eighteen years. He walked down the cobblestone pathway and listened and smelled and saw. Here was the blacksmith, banging away on his ancient anvil as he always did. And there was the marketplace, with its various vendors crying their wares to the passers-by. And now he passed the bakery and the scent of various freshly baked breads wafted out to him. A pair of guardsmen clanged by in their dull silver armor, talking animatedly to each other, arguing playfully about something.

Yes, he was going to miss it.

But he was also immensely glad to be leaving.

Up ahead, Owyn spied his destination. He thought about how long he had been waiting for this day, how much he had been looking forward to it all...

Owyn had lived in Fish View, a small coastal village with a population that, on good years, just managed to break half a thousand, all his life. Most of the people that actually lived in the town went out on the fishing boats or worked the shores, collecting the village's most popular export: fish. It was a prosperous little village, of that there was no doubt, but, with a few exceptions, a man's career in Fish View began and ended with fishing.

Owyn had no interest in fishing.

His father was a fisherman. His brother was a fisherman. When he was still alive, his grandfather had been a fisherman. His mother worked at the bakery, now that he and his brother were grown enough to care for themselves and tend house. For the past three years, he had been a fisherman, helping his father and brother along the shore and sometimes on the boats that would take them out, into the sea.

While his father could see that Owyn was dissatisfied as a fisherman, the suggestions he had tossed out had all fallen flat. He could be a lumberjack. A blacksmith. A merchant. The closest he'd come to ever suggesting something remotely interesting was the day he pointed at a couple of guardsmen, marching down the main cobblestone thoroughfare, and suggested to Owyn that perhaps he could do that.

He'd spent the past two years training with a handful of guards that were family friends and didn't mind showing a kid the ropes on their off time. However, he had only entertained the idea of being a guard for perhaps two months. Then, all at once, it had occurred to him that it simply wouldn't be enough. That, if he were to retain his sanity, to live his life the way he intended, he was going to have to leave Fish View behind.

So, late one night, Owyn decided that he was going to be an adventurer.

He'd read about them often enough, and they passed through Fish View from time to time. At least once a month or so. So, he continued his training, not just with a sword or with a bow and arrow, (which he couldn't seem to get the hang of), but his survival skills, his ability to repair and maintain a suit of chainmail armor, learning about the land, the creatures in it, the various types of magics that flowed throughout the land.

He read any and all books he could.

And he turned eighteen today.

He was, at last, of age.

Although technically he could have left of his own will at any time, realistically, over the past two years, he wanted more time to grow. Even as eager and crazed to get out and see the world as he was, Owyn was aware that he still had some serious growing to do, (realistically, he still did even now), and that, as jacked up and badass as he felt, if he didn't continue training and studying, the world would kick his ass. Possibly even kill him. So, he'd put his desperate desire on the back iron and kept pushing himself every day.

Owyn slowly came to a halt. He had already made the purchases the day before, so that he could set out in the morning without much trouble. He'd picked up a simple set of chainmail armor that he could wear over his clothing, a nice pair of boots that would stand up to a lot, a big backpack that held several changes of clothes, some bottled water and magically sealed meats and breads, as well as a bedroll on the top, a dagger hidden down his right boot and the sword he'd been training with these past two years, all fixed up from the local smithy and polished so that it gleamed. It sat on his left hip in a leather scabbard.

He also had a bag of gold coins in his pocket, all his savings and everything his family had been willing to give him on his birthday. His father and brother had been largely understanding, wishing him luck, telling him to come back and visit. (Secretly, he thought that his father believed that this was a silly whim, and he'd be out on his own perhaps a week, wandering through the woods on an 'adventure' before deciding that he couldn't stand it and he'd come running back to mommy and daddy. What a surprise the old man was in for.) It was his mother who had worried him all the way out. She had at first begged him not to go, then argued with him, tried to put her foot down. Then, finally, she had cried and hugged and kissed him goodbye.

That hurt, and he felt guilty, (didn't mothers always have a magical power of their own? The ability to make their children feel horribly guilty at the sight of their tears?), but in the end, he had kissed and hugged her, thanked her for everything, promised to be careful and to come back and visit once a month, depending on if he could, and said goodbye. He'd been walking down the main cobblestone pathway ever since then.

Now he had arrived at his intended destination. The village board. It was a large, wooden board, set off to one side of the town square. If someone needed a simple job done, something they didn't want to or couldn't do themselves, but that wasn't necessarily covered by the local workers, they wrote a message and nailed it to the board. The majority of the orders were simple and related to work done actually within the village. If someone wanted something hauled away, or maybe rats in the basement taken care of, or maybe something as simple as a good sweep, there was the board. He'd made a lot of gold doing oddjobs like that over the past two years.

But, occasionally, there were jobs that related to work outside of the village. Usually it was something simple, like a courier job, something that needed to be delivered to the next village over, and it was here that Owyn figured he could get his humble beginnings as an adventurer. There was probably some simple job he could do. So, he walked across the town square and right up to the board. A few of the regulars were hanging out: a handful of those who had either never quite found their calling and needed money badly, or those who, like Owyn, wanted something more. There weren't many of them, and today they seemed bored.

“Hey, Martin,” Owyn said as he approached. “Anything interesting?”

Martin was older than Owyn by maybe seven or eight years. Perhaps as much as a decade. He'd never offered up his age and Owyn had never really asked. All he'd gotten out of the man was that he was kind of a jack-of-all-trades. He often thought that Martin would be happier in another village, a bigger one, perhaps a real city, but whenever he broached the subject, the man never really seemed to give a satisfactory answer.

“No, not really. I'm currently debating between running a package to Blue Bay or playing watchdog for the smithy tonight. Apparently someone's been breaking in, stealing from the place, and old man Weston wants someone to watch over the place, figure out who's doing it.”

“Sounds like fun,” Owyn said, without much enthusiasm.

He began to scan the board himself. Slowly, he read over the papers. Missus Henning wanted someone to clear cow dung from her field. Mister Carpenter wanted someone to help him haul a bunch of scrap wood up to the market. There were the two jobs that Martin had pointed out, another for temporary work as a dockhand, unloading cargo from the ships that came in. More and more generic work. Owyn almost settled for something ordinary when he saw something that completely stuck out among the collection of typical work.

What set it apart, at least at first, was the quality of the paper it was written on. It almost seemed to glow, a pure white page nailed carefully to the board. And then there was the writing. It wasn't the barely legible scribbles of some illiterate farmhand or dockworker. No, this was written by someone who had real schooling.

And then there was the message itself.

Owyn leaned in and read it carefully.

I am a necromancer looking for a capable male warrior (no older than early thirties) to provide a protective escort from Fish View to Blue Bay and possibly beyond, if we get along. Will pay fifty gold for the job upon arrival at Blue Bay. I am presently staying at the Fish Inn. If you are interested, go there and ask for Krystal.

Owyn frowned for a moment, considering this. Why would a necromancer need an escort? Well, he supposed the world was a dangerous place, especially between towns. All manner of creatures and beasts roamed the wilderness. Still, it was the kind of thing that normally would set off warning bells in his head. Necromancy was legal and a genuine magical practice in the land, it was simply too useful to outlaw, so the local lords had opted into using it, instead. There were enough prisoners and corpses to fuel the darker parts of it, anyway.

So necromancers weren't uncommon or outright evil, but they did tend towards the darker arts and it seemed all too often that he was hearing about a necromancer that was performing some shady deed somewhere.

Despite this, Owyn didn't get a feeling of dread or concern. If anything, he almost felt compelled to at least investigate this Krystal. Necromancers had always interested him. Not because of the magic they performed but because of the people the line of work tended to draw in. Only a handful of necromancers had passed through Fish View, and he'd tried to meet them all. They were all, in their own way, fascinating.

“Oh, by the Gods, Owyn, don't tell me you're considering that one,” Martin said, apparently taking note of his viewing choice.

“Well...why not?” Owyn replied.

Martin sighed. “Your funeral...so, wait, you're going to take it? A job that leads you out of the town? Your mommy is letting you?” he asked, smirking.

“I'm eighteen now. I'm leaving Fish View,” Owyn replied, a little defiantly.

Martin stared at him for a long, silent moment, and Owyn had the idea that several things to say, several witty phrases, were passing through his head, and he was considering and rejecting several of them, trying to find the right thing to say.

Finally, he just said, “Well...I wish you luck. A lot of it. It can be very dangerous out there...but it can be a lot of fun, too.”

“Thanks,” Owyn replied, surprised by the statement.

Martin extended his hand, a little awkwardly. Owyn took it, shook it, then turned and ripped the paper down. He stuffed it into his pocket and turned away from the board. Ready to face his future, he set off towards the inn.

…

The Fish Inn wasn't a very large building.

Just a two story rectangle of wood with a thatch roof and dirty windows. Owyn had passed the place probably a thousand times over his lifetime, but he'd very rarely gone inside. Now he pushed in through the front door and took a slow look around. The bottom floor of the inn was largely taken up by tables and chairs. Motes of dust drifted lazily in the afternoon sunshine. The place wasn't very populated.

Just a couple of weary travelers, a merchant that looked like he'd had a rough night and was nursing a hangover before getting back to work and a middle-aged, balding man behind the bar at the far end of the room that Owyn recognized as the owner and primary proprietor. He seemed to be in the process of reading a book and drinking a cup of something steaming. Owyn crossed the room and stood on the opposite side of the bar.

“Good morning, young man,” he said, setting the book aside. He frowned for a moment. Owyn could tell that the man, his name was John, he believed, was searching his mental directory to place this particular face. “Owyn, I believe...yes, you're Sal and May's youngest, right?”

Owyn smiled and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“What can I do for you? If I've been hearing right, you're fixing to leave Fish View.”

“That's correct.”

“Hmm. Not much out there but pain and misery...though I suppose that everyone else has told you that much already, right?”

“Oh yes. I've gotten that from...well, just about everyone. But, I figure, if there's one thing I can get away with at my age, it's being stubborn and stupid.”

John laughed loudly at that, startling the merchant. “Yes, I suppose that's very true. Oh, to be young again...” he sighed. “So what I can do for you, son? One for the road? A bit of breakfast before heading out?”

“Oh, no thank you. I've had my fill. I'm actually looking for someone.”

“Who?”

“Krystal.”

John immediately frowned at this. He looked around, as though a shiver of paranoia had just ran through him, and then leaned forward. In a lowered voice, he asked, “Now why would you be looking for a necromancer?”

Owyn hesitated, suddenly feeling like a child again, about to be chastised by an adult for doing something particularly stupid. Then he forced himself to swallow his fear, remembering that he was an adult now, a man, and he'd do what needed doing. “I'm looking for a job. She wants an escort to the next town over.”

John's frown deepened. “You don't want anything to do with a necromancer, son. She'll lure you out into the hinterlands and turn you into a zombie or something.”

“You know, they aren't all evil, or even most of them,” Owyn replied, feeling anger slip into his voice. He made himself calm down. “Look, from the way you're reacting, I can tell you want her out of your inn. I can help you.”

John stared at him for a long, silent moment, then sighed. “Don't let it be said that I didn't warn you, Owyn...but you do seem the capable sort. Very well then. She's upstairs, in the room at the end of the hallway, right side.”

“Thank you,” Owyn replied.

Without giving John a chance to give him even more trouble about his life choices, past or present, he turned and set off, making his way across the room towards the stairwell. He headed up it, feeling excited and nervous and almost entirely ready to begin this new journey. Owyn had realized that he would never really be truly ready, at least emotionally, to face leaving his home, no matter how excited he was by the idea or how bored he was in the weeks and days leading up to the event itself. He knew he'd have to go, no matter what he was feeling. So, swallowing his apprehension, he approached the last door on the right and knocked.

There was a pause, then he could hear someone moving around inside. Finally, that person, (hopefully Krystal), approached the door.

“Who is it?” came the voice, a little low, a little grim, a lot wary.

“My name is Owyn Fisher,” Owyn replied. “I'm here about the job you offered.”

There was another long pause, then the door opened up.

Owyn got his first look at Krystal...and felt his breath leave his body.

The woman before him was, by far, the most attractive woman he'd ever seen in his short life. She was maybe five and a half feet tall. Her skin was a dead snow white that almost seemed to glow in the low-level sunshine streaming in from behind her, (she had her windows closed and shuttered). Her hair was a little bit less than shoulder length and was the vibrant color of blood. It hung down, framing her lean, angular face. Her lips were full and red, her eyes a bright and vivacious blue and seemed to radiate with intelligence and cunning. She wore an outfit of what appeared to be leather and lace, a thing that he had seen all necromancers wear, in one form or another. This particular piece showed off her considerable cleavage, as well as a lot of skin on her legs.

While he was staring at her, she seemed to be sizing him up.

Her eyes slid slowly up and down his body, the frown never quite leaving her pale face. Finally, as if suddenly coming to a decision, she said, “Very well.”

Then she turned and moved back into the room. Owyn stood awkwardly in the doorway, waiting. She wore pants of a curious design, most of them seemed to be a kind of fishnet stocking that showed lots of pale skin. When she turned, he saw that the shape conformed almost entirely to her ass, making it a skintight thing that showed off just how curvy she was. He realized that she had basically a perfect hourglass figure. A trim middle with broad, curvy hips, a large, round ass, and considerably-sized breasts.

Krystal gathered up a few things, stuffing them all into a small backpack that, ultimately, she shrugged into. Finally, she grabbed a staff that vaguely resembled a walking stick with a big, blue crystal stuck into the top and turned to face him.

“I'm ready to depart for Blue Bay if you are,” she said, a bit stiffly.

“Okay,” Owyn replied, feeling stupid and tongue-tied.

There was something incredibly intimidating (and sexy) about this woman. Although she couldn't have been much older than him, there was something aged about her. She walked and acted with the air of a much older woman.

He moved out of the way and she stepped past him, closing the door behind her and walking down the hallway without looking back. He followed her, hoping she wasn't going to be like this the whole way there. They made their way downstairs, and everyone stopped and turned to stare at her as she emerged. Then they stared at Owyn, too. He hesitated only for a second, but Krystal plowed on without a problem. She walked up to John, behind the bar, and carefully laid a key down on its top. He reached out cautiously and took it.

“Thank you for the room,” she said.

“You're...welcome, ma'am,” John replied, hesitantly.

They stared at each other for a second longer, then Krystal turned and marched across the room, towards the door. Owyn hurried to follow her

And so his journey had begun.

…

For the first two hours or so, Krystal didn't say a word.

They walked out of town, along the beaten path between Fish View and Blue Bay. Owyn knew that, at this pace, they would arrive in the other village sometime tomorrow, and have to take a break late that night. While they walked, he continued looking at her. There was something absolutely captivating about Krystal. She was shockingly attractive, the kind of pretty that he had never actually seen in person but had read about in books or heard about from travelers who had been through the bigger cities.

She had tied her hair into a ponytail and that had only made her somehow more attractive. Owyn tried not to think about her naked, about having sex with her, but it was exceedingly difficult. It seemed, as the years went on, his sexual appetite had only increased. His mother had taught him from an early age to respect women, and he had, always. He'd only had two girlfriends over the past few years that had been of any note, but they had both ended badly, and he had finally discovered why. It was a painful reason.

In the world that Owyn grew up in, an individual was, by and large, their profession. If you were a blacksmith's son, you began learning the smithing trade at a young age. If you were a guardsman's daughter, well then, you were holding a sword and learning how to use it by the age of twelve. Thus, if you were not following in your father's or mother's footsteps, or, at the very least, you were not certain of what you wanted to be by the age of fourteen, then you were considered by most a social outcast, a pariah.

A failure.

And, to the parents of the young women Owyn found himself in the company of, (he was always polite, always respectful), he found them at first happy with him...then slowly turning against him as their parents learned who it was they were hanging around and either outright commanded them to leave him or poisoned their minds against him. Simply because he had chosen his own path in life, he was to be shunned.

Owyn didn't like to think about that. It was one of the things that made him want to leave his home village. It also made him regret how freely he had said, when he was younger, how much he wanted to get out and explore the world. But, when he thought more on it, he decided it was the correct choice: he didn't want to get into a relationship with someone under false pretenses and allow her to think that he had every intention of staying in Fish View. That wouldn't be fair to either of them. So he'd never outright lied to anyone.

Suddenly, three hours in, Krystal spoke.

“So, Owyn, tell me about yourself.” Her tone was downright friendly and conversational, though he detected a hint of strain beneath it.

He wasn't entirely sure how to handle the sudden question, so, after a few awkward attempts, he launched into a narrative of his life. He talked for nearly half an hour, largely about his desire to get out and see the world, his difficulties with life in the village, and, ultimately, his general (sometimes subtle, sometimes not-so-subtle) rejection by the population when they discovered he intended to be one of those 'adventurer types'.

Over the course of this spiel, Krystal didn't say much, but he detected a shift in her body language. Before, at the inn and over the course of their walk, she seemed very...he wouldn't call her outright hostile, exactly, but definitely guarded, as though she were prepared to launch into a vehement argument with him at any moment. But that seemed to leave her, bit by bit, like the foam that gathered atop freshly poured beers he saw his father drink most nights. By the time he had finished talking, Krystal's body language seemed almost friendly.

“What about you?” he asked after a bit of silence had passed between them. He looked around. They seemed to pretty much have the path to themselves. They'd only passed a couple of merchants, either on horseback or being hauled in carts.

“I was an orphan,” Krystal said finally, quickly, as if she decided to speak, and fast, before she lost her nerve. “Both of my parents were merchants. They were killed in a robbery when I was very young, before I was even a year old. I survived the attack, for whatever reason. I had no aunts, no uncles, no brothers or sisters, and no grandparents, either. It was almost as if fate had singled me out,” she explained, a bit grimly. “And I was adopted when I was still young. I have faint memories of the orphanage.”

“Who adopted you?” Owyn asked, after she had stopped speaking again.

“A woman named Katrina. She was a Sister of Death. I am, myself, a Sister of Death. I'm not sure how much you know...” She glanced at him. He found it difficult to look at her face directly for very long: she was stomach-meltingly attractive.

“Not much, honestly. I've heard vague references...” he replied.

“We're a necromancy cult, obviously. Though we largely do research and perform diplomatic tasks on behalf of necromancy as a whole, so we spend a lot of time on the road. I'm a full member, but I'm only a level above apprentice, which is just enough to allow me to operate on my own. My job...” she sighed, paused, collected herself. “My job, for the next several months, is to travel among a set of cities, meet with the necromancy guilds and see if they need anything done. This could range from conducting business transactions in the name of the guild to, ugh, babysitting, I guess. I've fielded a lot of work, most of it boring.”

“That sounds exciting,” Owyn replied, before he could really think better of it.

Krystal shot him a glance, annoyance written across her beautiful features, but it quickly dissolved into amusement. “I guess that would be impressive to someone who's spent their entire life in Fishville.”

“Fish View,” Owyn corrected offhandedly.

“Uh-huh...” She hesitated, looked away for a second. “Why, um, did you take the job?”

“It was the most interesting job opportunity on the board,” Owyn replied after considering the question for a moment.

Krystal laughed, a little bitterly. “You weren't worried I'd lure you out into the woods and, like, cut you into pieces or turn you into an undead?” she asked.

“No, not really,” Owyn replied honestly.

“Well, that sets you apart from a lot of people. Necromancers have got a bad reputation in this land. Sure, necromancers go bad from time to time...but so do lords and guardsmen and hunters. Nobody hates them,” Krystal replied bitterly.

“I don't hate you,” Owyn said quietly.

“You don't know me.” She sighed after a moment. “Sorry. It's easy to get down when you're in this field. Especially when you're a Sister of Death.”

“Why especially that?”

“I...it's complicated. I don't really want to talk about it,” she said, finally.

Owyn thought about pressing her for more information, but realized it would be best to respect her wishes, and simply nodded and stayed silent. Just that like, the conversation was over. They continued walking along the path.

…

They walked until nightfall.

When the sun finally began to set, they found a suitable campsite by the edge of the woods, just a little bit past the tree line in a small clearing, and began setting up camp.

“I'm guessing you don't have a tent,” Krystal said as she shrugged out of her pack.

“No,” Owyn replied.

“Well, it's going to rain soon. How about you get a fire started, a small one, so we can cook some meat and eat dinner? I'll get the tent set up,” Krystal replied.

Owyn wanted to ask her directly if she intended to share the tent with him, something in her demeanor suggested it, but he couldn't seem to articulate himself. He was still dealing with her staggering beauty. So, in the end, he simply nodded and set to work gathering the kindling. It took him close to half an hour to get it wood, start the fire, and set the food cooking. By the time he took a seat on a large, relatively flat stone he'd found and rolled over, Krystal had finished work with the tent, somehow pulling it all out of her pack. Owyn had once spied her pulling out a support pole that was longer than the entire backpack by over a foot and it finally hit him that she had one of those packs that was bigger on the inside than on the outside.

A magical item, and an expensive one.

“There,” she said, stepping away from it.

From where he sat, he could see in through the open flap. For now, the interior was a mess of blankets and pillows and clothing. Krystal sat down on another rock he had pulled over in the meantime and for several moments, simply stared into the fire. Owyn kept his gaze fixed towards the woods, listening to the meat sizzle, the fire crackle. He was her bodyguard, after all. But Owyn had the idea that Krystal could take care of herself.

So why had she asked him to accompany her, then?

He wasn't sure. Owyn had always had good instincts about people, even at a young age, and his instincts told him she had been looking for, (not necessarily him, but someone), to accompany her between the cities for a different reason than the one she presented. Even so, he didn't get bad vibes from Krystal. She didn't intend him harm.

At least, he hoped so.

He thought so.

The meat cooked and they ate, drinking bottled water, largely in silence. She asked him a few more questions about his home life, his parents, largely about why he wanted to do what he wanted to do. She seemed curious, and amiable enough, but, again, he could sense some kind of hidden subtext at play in her line of questioning. They finished their food and then continued sitting there. It hadn't begun raining yet, but Owyn could sense that Krystal was right: it was coming. The stars, which had started out shining brilliant and white and cold in the night sky, were now largely gone, covered up by big, dark clouds.

He could smell it on the air, and the air itself was turning cold.

“Well,” Krystal said at once, and he detected an odd note of worry in her voice, “I'm going to get into the tent and get ready for bed...will you wait out here, put the fire out, make sure we're, uh, safe?” she asked, standing.

“Yeah, sure,” he replied.

She lingered for a few seconds longer, looking like she wanted to say something more, then she turned and disappeared into the tent, ducking, then crawling in. It was hard not to look at her well-rounded ass while she did...impossible, really. So Owyn snuck a glance at it as he stood and then she sealed up the tent-flap and began shifting around inside, no doubt making up their beds. He put out the fire and made sure it was really out and wouldn't reignite in the night and possibly set the tent on fire, and then he began to check the perimeter, making sure there were no bandits or hostile monsters wandering around nearby.

Not that he'd really entirely be able to tell, given how poor the lighting was. As he finished up his patrol of the perimeter, it began to rain. No more than a mist at first, but by the time Krystal gave him the all-clear to come inside, it had strengthened into something noticeable. He crouched down in front of the tent and worked the flap for a little bit before he finally had it open. A sound came to him as he finished getting the flap open and he looked back, behind him. After a moment, he determined it must have been nothing.

“Just thought I heard-”

He stopped mid-sentence as he turned around and caught an eyeful of a fully nude Krystal, lying in the middle of the tent on a heap of blankets and pillows. She was looking directly into his eyes, smiling at him.

“Yes?” she asked.

“Some...thing...” he managed.

She was as perfect naked as she was clothed. Her skin was dead white and absolutely flawless. Her breasts were large, smooth, and firm with small, pink nipples. His eyes went lower, coming down to her taut, flat stomach. It was amazing the way her stomach narrowed...and then her hips seemed to blossom in size, curving out to full, broad things and thick, pale thighs. Set in between those thighs, which were slightly spread, was the flat, pale, baldness of her slightly glistening vagina. It came to him that the interior of the tent was actually lit, though he couldn't see any candles. He finally saw a tiny ball of gentle green light floating near the ceiling.

Krystal followed his gaze up and smiled. “A little spell,” she said. Then she said, “Well, are you coming in or not? You’re letting the cold in.”

“Uh...yeah...” he managed, finishing climbing in and then sealing the flap behind him. “You're, uh...naked,” he said.

Krystal snorted. “Well yeah,” she said. “And you're clothed.”

Owyn continued staring. He couldn't stop staring. It was like he'd been hit in the head or something. She was, by far, the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. The expression of bemusement left her face, and something a little more serious replaced it.

“Will you make love to me, Owyn?” she asked.

That seemed the break the spell. “Um...yes, of course. Of course,” he replied.

He began taking off his clothes.

“Really?” she asked.

“Yes,” Owyn replied.

An immense relief seemed to wash across her, but Owyn couldn't be sure, because suddenly, he was so horny that all other thoughts had been erased from his mind. The need to get naked, to press up against this incredibly beautiful goddess, to kiss her, to penetrate her, was the only thing that fueled him at the moment. He quickly shrugged out of his pack and began to get out of his armor, then his clothing. Krystal watched this intently, without saying anything. There was a look of nervous concentration stenciled onto her beautiful features.

Finally, he was naked.

“Wow,” she whispered as he began crawling forward.

“What?” he asked, hesitating.

“I just...you're really fit,” she said, then she offered him a small, cautious smile. “I like it.”

“Oh...thank you. I really like you,” he replied, once more looking up and down her body.

Was she blushing? She was. Surely men paid her better compliments morning, noon, and night. But all of his blood was leaving his big head and heading for his little one. He continued crawling forward, until his face was hovering over hers. He leaned down and kissed her and she responded immediately, pressing those full, red, wet hot lips against his with a desperate passion. She moaned quietly as he slipped his tongue in, and reached around him, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him down atop her.

Owyn kept kissing her, relishing the feel of her hot, soft body against his, her huge, bare breasts pressed against his own bare chest. He placed a hand in between them, resting it on her right breast, and began to massage it.

“Here,” he whispered, “let me get on my side, I can pleasure you.”

“No,” Krystal replied, and now there was a frantic need in her voice. “I need you inside me right now,” she said.

“I don't have any, uh, protection,” he said, probably the only intelligent thing he was capable of saying at the moment.

She looked confused for a moment, then the coin dropped and she said, “Oh, that. Don't worry, I can't get pregnant...side effect of being a necromancer.”

“Oh,” he said.

She spread her legs wide for him and, impatiently, reached down in between them. He felt her grab his cock and bring it to the opening of her vagina. He could feel the heat radiating off of her, could feel the slick wetness with the head of his dick.

She was so wet.

“Are you-are you sure you want this?” he asked.

“Gods, yes!” she cried.

He couldn't hold himself back any longer. He pushed himself inside of her and they both cried out, their voices loud in the tight confines of the tent. The pleasure hit him like a drug. This wasn't the first time Owyn had made love to a woman, but it was definitely the first time he'd done it without protection. And Krystal was, by far, the most beautiful woman he had ever enjoyed the pleasure of making love to.

“Oh Owyn, yes!” she screamed as he pushed himself all the way into her and began humping her, sliding rapidly in and out of her tight, wet opening.

“Oh, Krystal...oh, Gods, it's so good,” he gasped.

Krystal was crying out, violently heaving against him, thrusting her broad hips and thick thighs up in rhythm with his own thrusting, forcing him deeper and deeper inside of her. He pushed himself up, wanting to get a look at her perfect body. First, he stared down, watching as his bare cock disappeared inside of her over and over again. It was glistening in the low, magical light. His gaze traveled up her taut stomach, to her huge, heaving breasts, already spotted with sweat. He leaned down and licked her right nipple, causing her to cry out in bliss. He spent a moment sucking on her right nipple, then moved over to her left.

Finally, as he pulled himself back up, he found himself staring into her face. Her beautiful, goddess-like face. She looked like some kind of pale being from beyond the mortal realm. She was that beautiful. Her blue eyes were positively alight with raw sexual energy. They locked eyes, and then he leaned down and kissed her, deep and hard and powerfully, and she cried out, began actually screaming into his mouth, and he felt something happening down deep. Inside of her. Her muscles were twitching, contracting and squeezing rapidly. She became much hotter, much wetter, and then, suddenly, she was bucking and heaving against him, twitching spasmodically as a powerful, hot spray of feminine juices escaped her pussy.

It was too much for him.

Staring into her face, he began to orgasm as well.

Owyn cried out, lowering his head, resting his damp forehead against her own slick, smooth, hot brow. For a long moment, the world around him entirely left. He could no longer hear the rain, could not see the dim green light, was only dimly aware of Krystal heaving against him, lost in her own inner world of pleasure. For a moment, there was only the orgasm. It consumed the whole of his being, filled him up with pink waves of bliss. He could feel his dick pulsating violently, (it had been a while since his last fuck), shooting stringy loads of his seed deep into Krystal's vagina. The pleasure he was currently feeling was unrivaled by any experience in his life.

Finally, the orgasm receded. He was given back his body, his senses, and he gently, carefully lifted his head.

Krystal was staring up at him, smiling, her eyes glistening, her cheeks wet with tears.

He felt worry rip through him. “Are you okay?” he asked, reaching up and brushing away some of her tears.

“Oh, yes,” she said, sounding very subdued, very tired, very satisfied. She sniffed and smiled, then wiped the rest of her tears away. “Those are tears of joy. Tears of release,” she said, putting extra emphasis on that last word.

“Release?” he asked.

“It's...well, it's been awhile,” she admitted.

“What? How?” Owyn asked, completely surprised by that. He was still inside of her, and still partially hard. Carefully, he extracted his cock from her. Once he was out, he rolled onto his side and watched as she fumbled around for something, finally coming up with a rag that looked wet, and she began wiping at herself.

“I told you before I had a problem, as a Sister of Death,” she said. When she finished, she tossed the rag aside.

“Yeah...” he replied.

She smiled, reached out and touched his shoulder, then tugged on him gently. “Closer,” she said. “I like to cuddle after.”

“Oh, sorry,” he said, getting closer.

“It's fine, if you're not, you know, into it...”

“No, I'm okay. I was just listening,” he replied quickly.

“Oh. Okay, on your back,” she said.

He laid on his back and she laid half on him, resting her head on his chest. Her considerable breasts rested on him as well.

“I don't know if you've picked up on this, but necromancers aren't exactly...popular, in the land,” she began.

“I've gathered.”

“Well, obviously, if people don't like you, they aren't willing to have sex with you. For a lot of necromancers, this actually isn't a problem. As a Sister of Death, I find myself in a very...unique and horrible position. For most necromancers...they don't care. Another side effect of being a necromancer is you stop caring so much about...well, sex. Honestly. And a few other things. Your work consumes you, but, you know, in a good way. But it's not that way for the Sisters of Death. We're the face of necromancy, we don't really have that luxury, because caring about sex kind of forces you to be...I guess, the best way to put it, polite and presentable. So, as a Sister of Death, I find myself in the position of wanting sex like a normal person, but not being able to get it basically at all. No one wants to have sex with a Sister of Death.”

“Why not?” Owyn replied, honestly curious. “I mean, I get the whole 'afraid of necromancers' thing, but I thought that was largely among the small towns, where people are, you know, more superstitious, not knowledgeable in the ways of the world. Surely, in the bigger cities...”

But he could feel her shaking her head, he could practically feel her bitter frustration. “No, Owyn. It's just as bad. They're afraid of us, they hate us. They make nice with us because it's an officially recognized organization and we do do good things for society. We've discovered lots of new healing potions, cured diseases, provided defenses for small villages that can't defend themselves...but I couldn't coax a man into my bed. Because they think...well, probably that they might die in the process of lovemaking, or that I might steal their soul, or that they might catch some kind of rare and exotic and particularly horrible disease.”

“Well...why not lie?” Owyn asked finally.

“Believe it or not, I'm proud of my profession,” she said, a little defensively. Then, a little more glumly, she added, “Besides, they can just...tell. You know? They get that vibe. They aren't sure why, but something tells them to back off...ugh, it's horrible! That's another part of it. Being a Sister of Death means you get kind of...shaped by magic, a little bit. I've got better facial features, clear skin, this hourglass figure...and what good is it?!”

“I have to say that I particularly enjoyed it,” Owyn replied, wrapping an arm around her and gently rubbing her arm.

“Yeah. Thank you...um, I'm sorry if I was a little, uh, forceful. And desperate. It's just...well, it's been awhile,” she said.

“Hey, I'm happy,” Owyn said. “Really happy. Like, you have no idea how happy. That was, by far, the best sex I've ever had.”

“Ha, what are you, some kind of stud? Hmm, you know, I meant that to be a joke but, yeah, you've gotta be. I mean, you're fit, smart, nice, great in bed...”

“No, I'm not. Not really,” Owyn replied. “I told you, I was kind of a pariah back at my village. I had two serious girlfriends, and two other girls who were willing to have a quick roll in the hay, in secret, of course.”

“I wonder if that's what's different about you. Why you were willing to sleep with me when almost no one else was. You know what it's like to be different, what it's like to watch all those happy people have their own happy relationships...”

“Maybe,” Owyn replied. He yawned, and then so did she.

“Well, whatever the situation...how about we go to sleep? It's been a long day, and I'm really tired, especially after our...activities,” she said, and he could hear the grin in her voice.

“Okay, but I can't promise I won't wake up horny once or twice in the night,” he replied.

Krystal laughed. She sat up, leaned down, and kissed him. “You have my full permission to wake me up for more fucking,” she said, then she reached up and made a quick motion with her hand. The green light died.

She laid back down, pressing herself up against him, and they began to sleep.

CHAPTER II

Owyn came awake in almost absolute pitch darkness.

For a cold-gut second, he had no idea where he was or who the person currently pressed up against him was. But she felt so warm...he realized it was a she, he could feel her breasts pressed up against him, and she was soft. It was raining. He could hear the rain tapping the tent overhead. Nothing else, except for the soft respiration of the woman beside him. Finally, it came to him in a series of quick memories, like paintings.

Krystal, on her back, naked, legs spread open.

Krystal, her breasts large and glistening with sweat.

Krystal, staring up at him with the most ridiculously attractive face he'd ever seen...

Now, she was sleeping. Some of the fog lifted from his mind, but not much. He was still groggy, lethargic...and incredibly horny. Owyn could feel himself, a steel rod, like a blade, between his legs, pulsing with desire.

He groaned and shifted, gently pushed Krystal. “Hey,” he whispered. She was lying half on him. He pushed her a bit more and she rolled onto her back. Unable to stop himself, Owyn grasped one of her immense breasts. “Hey, Krystal...”

“Hmm?” she murmured, breathing deeply, coming away. “Owyn?” she asked.

“Yeah, I...uh...I want to fuck,” he said.

She was silent for a moment, probably trying to wake up, then she suddenly reached down, beneath the blankets, and gripped his rigid length.

“Oh my,” she murmured. “You do want to fuck. Here,” she began shifting, letting go of him, “here, let me take care of you.”

Owyn felt an electrical sexual energy pass between them as she shifted and slid on top of him, brushing against his bare body with her own. She straddled him, running her hands across his chest, grinding against his cock.

“Gods you are built,” she whispered, running her hands across his stomach, his chest, down his arms.

“You're pretty built yourself,” he murmured, reaching up and groping her breasts.

She laughed. “Yeah, but not in the same way.”

“Still nice,” he said, sliding his hands down her sides, to her hips, then behind and beneath her, cupping her thick, firm ass.

She responded by reaching between them, gripping his cock and sliding it inside of her. Owyn gasped and groaned, unable to keep himself from shoving up into her. Krystal cried out and leaned forward, resting her palms on his chest.

“Fuck, it's big,” she moaned as she started sliding up and down, working her powerful hips and thighs, throwing him deep into a sexual bliss.

“Krystal...you're so...tight,” he gasped.

“I'm sure you'll help loosen me up,” she replied, her voice impossibly seductive.

Then there was no more talking. She kept riding him, sliding her perfect, tight, hot wet pussy up and down his cock faster and faster, crying out, her voice loud in the confined space of the tent. Suddenly, he felt her muscles tighten up, gripping him, making the pleasure almost unbearable, and then she was coming, a hot flood of sex juices dripping from her. Owyn reached up, gripped her breasts, held his breath and then began letting off his own orgasm. He groaned, holding his breath to make it last longer, feeling his cock spurt and jolt as it squirted, filling her with his seed. Finally, his breath came out in a hard puff and he went limp, letting his arms fall to his side. Krystal, as if she was being held up by him, sagged forward.

“You okay?” he panted, trying to catch his breath.

“Yes...yes...so okay...so good...” she replied, just as winded.

They laid there like that for a while, and then the lethargy came back over Owyn like a slow, warm tide. She got up off of him and curled up against him once more. Owyn wrapped his arms around Krystal and then went back to sleep.

…

The next morning, Krystal was much happier, much more at ease.

They woke up, naked and still covered in their own sexual juices, at least around their lower regions. Owyn woke up to her sucking him off, and groaned immediately at the pleasure. He always had horrible morning wood. She smiled up at him, locked eyes with him, and continued to suck his dick until he began to let off in her mouth. He gasped, groaned her name, and flopped back onto the pile of clothing and blankets and pillows when he'd finished.

“How was that, lover boy?” she asked when she'd swallowed.

“Fine...great...let me do something for you,” he replied, yawning.

“Don't worry, I already did something for myself. I'm surprised it didn't wake you up, actually.”

“Oh...I was having a dream, a really good dream, about you...I guess that's what set it off,” he replied, grinning, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Well,” she said, reaching out and patting his leg. “We're all fucked and happy now, it's time to get back on the road. I do have a real job waiting for me in the next city over, and I have to be there before noon today.”

“Fair enough,” Owyn replied.

She chatted him up about this and that after handing him a warm, wet washcloth. They cleaned themselves up, the best they could manage without an actual tub or hot spring, then dressed and shoved everything back into their respective packs. Once Owyn was dressed, she sent him out to rekindle the fire for breakfast. She had bacon and sausage links and milk. He started the fire and cooked some bacon while she disassembled the tent and shoved it all back into her magical pack. She produced two bottles of cold milk, (the wonders of magic, Owyn marveled), and he finished cooking the meat. They ate, talked some more, then he put out the fire.

And they were on their way.

“It still blows my mind,” he said, finally, after about half an hour of comfortable, content silence between the two of them. Yesterday, it would have been awkward, uncomfortable silence, but not now, not after everything that had happened.

“What?” she asked, then she smirked. “My body?”

“Yes, that, partially...I mean, it does, a lot. But it blows my mind that people would be able to turn you down if you offered sex.”

“Ugh, don't remind me,” she said glumly. “Sorry. I'm happy about last night. But yeah, it's a weird thing. I don't know why people are that turned off by necromancers. I mean, honestly, if anything, I'm surprised you agreed to sleep with me. And that you seem so at ease with your decision,” she added.

“I'm happy as fuck,” Owyn replied, and he meant it, too. “Like, I hoped for adventure, but...wow, I did not expect this kind of adventure!”

Krystal smirked. “Well...things aren't quite the same out here. And that little quirk of yours that apparently allowed you to break past the social prejudice and sleep with a social outcast...well, let's just say that there's actually a whole lot of women out there you'd probably find attractive that find themselves lacking in the lover department.”

“Really?” Owyn replied.

“Yeah, definitely. You could find yourself probably not lonely most nights if you travel in the right company,” Krystal said.

“Well, I don't know. That sounds a little...exploitative? I guess is the right word.”

“Owyn, listen to me,” she said stopping for a minute and turning to look at him directly. “Don't complicate sex too much. Keep it simple. If you want it, and she wants it, then it's fine. Okay?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah, okay,” Owyn replied, chuckling a little. “I guess I can remember that.”

“Good. You'll be a lot happier. Sex is...simple. Fun. Carefree. Have happy sex.” She started walking again.

He followed her down the road.

They walked on towards Blue Bay.

…

Owyn had been to Blue Bay only a handful of times. Occasionally, his father had to go there on business, and each time, Owyn had forced his father to take him with him. In his zeal to get out of Fish View, even somewhere as bland as Blue Bay had seemed like some faraway paradise by comparison. Now that he was older and perhaps a bit more jaded, he could see it for what it was. The town was bigger than Fish View, that was for sure. As it was placed closer to a pair of huge crossroads that crisscrossed the region, it was more of a center of commerce. It had close to four times the population of Fish View and all the roads were real brick.

They were stopped on the way in.

“Halt!” the pair of guards in glinting silver armor called. The city's edge was protected by a number of guard towers and guard posts. This particular route wasn't very well-traveled, and as such, the guards were probably looking for some excitement.

“Who are you two?” one of them, a tall, muscular man with a brown mustache, asked. They both carried swords on their hips.

“I am Krystal Hern, a Sister of Death, here on official business,” she said.

The men exchanged glances unhappily, and suddenly seemed a little less certain of themselves. Owyn suppressed a smirk.

“I don't suppose you've got some kind of identification on you?” the other man, who was tall and thin, ventured.

Krystal rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on! Look at me! Do you think I dress like this as a fucking fashion statement!?” she snapped.

“Uh, no, ma'am,” the more burly of the two guards replied. He shifted his eyes to Owyn, and brought himself up a little bit, probably feeling like he had to compensate for being frightened of a necromancer, and Owyn was likely an easy mark. “Who're you?” he rumbled.

“Owyn Fisher, from Fish View. I'm her bodyguard,” Owyn replied cheerfully.

The guard, who had puffed out his chest, let his breath out slowly. It seemed like he was deflating. He looked glumly at Owyn, then at Krystal, then cut a quick glance to his partner, who had retreated back a step. The look written across his narrow face was of the be-my-guest variety. The man sighed quietly.

“Fine, go in. Don't cause problems,” he said, stepping out of the way.

Krystal said nothing, marching past the two men. Owyn smiled broadly at them as he followed in her wake, happy with the turn of events. They entered the city. Blue Bay was awash with all sorts of activity. At first, they made their way slowly through a low sprawl of housing. Even the housing district seemed to be full of activity compared to Fish View. There were people out tending their gardens and their lawns, men and women making repairs or upgrades to their houses, loading or unloading equipment or supplies, door-to-door salesmen...

And most of them stopped and stared as he and Krystal walked back.

Owyn became first uncomfortable, then awkward, then angry as this continued for a good ten minutes as they headed deeper, towards the city's core. He realized that Krystal had to put up with this crap likely every day of her life. Everywhere she went. She didn't deserve this. She was just a woman doing her job, living her life. She didn't do anything wrong, she just wanted to get by like everyone else. So as he walked beside her, Owyn kept his posture straight and tall, his face neutral, bordering on proud, that he was walking alongside her. Krystal seemed to sense this, and she seemed to be less tense as their walk went on.

Owyn took in the sights and sounds of Blue Bay as they made their way into the guilds quarter of the town. It was, in a way, as if someone had taken Fish View and simply kept building and expanding. While this town was big enough to actually be one of the big cities, it still had the feel of a village; it hadn't quite hit that big city mentality yet. He spied tons of different vendors crying their wares as Krystal led him through the marketplace. Hunters were selling fresh meat and pelts, farmers were hocking all manner of seeds and plants and milk, blacksmiths were offering repairs on weapons, armorers were offering repairs on armor, or selling newly fashioned blades and arrows and sets of chainmail and plate mail armor.

But Krystal neither looked left nor right, instead leading Owyn on a firm, unwavering path through the market and into the area of the guilds. There weren't really any guilds in Fish View, Owyn reflected. The guilds, which were unified conglomerations that had chapters in all the major cities across the land, were things he had heard of but never really seen. He knew what they were supposed to be, in theory at least: a network of people and places dedicated to supporting certain lines of work. So, there was a guild of warriors, and a guild of archers, and a guild of healers. If you belonged to any of these lines of work, you could expect to find free room and board in any major city that had a hall dedicated to your guild.

Owyn looked on in something like wonder as they passed the various guild halls. The warrior's hall was a huge, imposing structure of gray stone that resembled a castle. The archer's hall was a low, sprawling building of wood and glass, buffeted on either side by huge, open fields of grass and targets where the archers could practice. There was a hall dedicated to magic users, (Owyn wasn't sure what kind of magic, he knew there were many kinds), that had a curious blue-green smoke billowing out of one side of it and a lot of shouting. And, nestled among all these, like some kind of squat, brooding animal, was the necromancer's hall.

It was a curiously dark building, made of some black, pockmarked stone that seemed to absorb the natural sunlight. Everyone seemed to be avoiding it. Krystal walked up to it without hesitation. She appeared to have regained some of her natural coldness, but now Owyn felt that it wasn't directed at or a result of him, but rather her reinsertion into the world that was her given field of work. Necromancy was, he supposed, a rather cold line of work. So, not without a bit of reservation, he followed her up the chilled stone steps.

“Stay close to me,” Krystal murmured as they approached the front doors.

“Wouldn't have it any other way,” Owyn replied.

She offered him a small smile at that, and then they walked into the guild hall. He stuck close to her as they stepped into the main entryway area. The only light seemed to come from candles, a hundred or so candles spread out across the room, balanced on every surface: desks, tables, bookshelves, mounted on the walls, hanging from the ceiling. They were everywhere. At first, it seemed as though they were alone, Krystal was certainly standing stock still enough to be waiting for someone, but as Owyn continued looking around, he realized that they were not alone. Not at all, and he had to keep from crying out in surprise.

He spied at least three people seated around the main hall, their clothing so dark and their posture so still that he had initially mistaken them for part of the scenery. They seemed to be...well, he supposed meditating might be the right word. Because they sat stock still with their eyes closed. He suddenly wondered if they were corpses.

Abruptly, a door opened at the far end of the room. A stern woman, tall and whipcord lean, wrapped in leather and lace, her midnight black hair pulled into a severe bun, appeared. She stalked across the room, coming to stand before Krystal and Owyn. She looked first at Krystal, then disapprovingly at Owyn.

“Sister Hern,” she said, and her voice cut like a knife, “who is this?”

“My...associate, mistress,” Krystal replied after a moment.

The woman's frown deepened. “You know that it is frowned upon to bring non-members into the guild hall,” she said.

“I'm aware, mistress,” Krystal replied.

“So I am to assume that you have a good reason for bringing him here then.”

Krystal hesitated further. “I find his company...satisfying, mistress.”

The woman, the head mistress of the guild hall, no doubt, opened her mouth, then closed it. She looked at Owyn, once, quickly, then her features seemed to soften. “So be it,” she said, quietly. “We have business for you, Sister, but you may rest first. I'm sure you had a long walk in. You may find your quarters in the west wing, you may have an hour's rest.”

With that, she turned and walked away. Krystal let out her breath slowly. Owyn hadn't even realized she'd been holding it. Without a word, she turned and began walking away. Owyn hurriedly followed after her. Neither exchanged a word until they were safely behind a closed door. Krystal navigated the dark, low corridors and came at last to an unmarked door in a row of them. Owyn wasn't sure how she determined which room was hers, whether she had the same room from a previous time or there was something indicating that this was to be her room, or merely that this room was empty and ready for occupation, but she found it.

Owyn looked around the room as he shrugged out of his pack and Krystal locked the door behind him. It was, like the rest of the building, lit solely by candles. A double-wide bed occupied one corner, a dresser, a desk, and a table with two chairs, (a place to eat), occupied one half of the room, whereas a sunken bathtub took up the remainder of the space, opposite the bed. When he had finished surveying the room, he turned to face Krystal.

She was undressing.

“Oh,” he said, slightly startled.

“What?” she asked, undoing all her laces and leathers.

“I just...wasn't expecting to see you naked again so soon.”

She laughed. “Why do you think the mistress gave me that hour? She knows, all the Sisters know, even the middle-aged mature women. They know how hard it is to find a guy to hop in the sack with. She was paying me a kindness.”

At that, the whole of her dress fell away. Her breasts, her thick thighs...all of her curvy body seemed to practically explode out of the tight dress. Krystal took a deep breath and let it out in a huge sigh of relief.

“Gods, it is good to get out of that,” she said. Then she fixed Owyn with a stare and a dark, sultry smile. She came across the room and stood before him. “And I noticed that you aren't naked yet...why is that?” she asked.

“Uh...distracted,” Owyn replied as he began to get out of his armor and clothes.

“Uh-huh. Let me help you.”

She helped him undress and as a result, he was naked in record time. The pair of them all but dove onto the bed together.

Owyn loved the feel of her soft, warm, pale flesh against his own. He ran his hands over her, first groping her huge breasts while his lips found hers, his tongue found hers, then sliding back and around and down, cupping the firm curve of her thick ass. She pressed herself up against him, reaching down between them and gripping his cock, which was already hard, already ready to go, hard up for some hot, wet action.

She ran the pad of her thumb over the head of his dick several times, eliciting several chills of pleasure from him.

“Will you pleasure me with your tongue?” she asked, her voice very soft.

“Yes, of course,” Owyn replied.

She smiled at him, kissed him once more and then rolled over onto her back. He slid down the length of her body, in between her spread legs, her thick, pallid thighs, and found the bald slit that was her pussy.

Owyn felt her tense up in anticipation as he got into position, reached forward and spread the lips of her pussy. He wondered how long it had been for her since a man had offered this kind of pleasure. It had probably been a long time, possibly years. He suddenly wondered if it had happened at all. That thought only made him want to pleasure her all the more, and do a good job. So, he leaned in, letting his hot breath whisper across her glistening, sensitive parts and then stuck his tongue out. He touched the tip of it to her clit and relished the reaction he received as she let out a long, low moan of absolute pleasure.

He kept going, at first gently massaging her clit with the tip of his tongue, causing her to start panting and gripping the blankets. Owyn began to press harder after about a minute of this, fully licking her clit as opposed to the small strokes he'd been giving her, and Krystal let out a shout of pleasure, then clapped both hands over her mouth.

“Not so much,” she whispered, “I don't want-I can't-too loud-I...” she babbled as he started really eating her out.

She cried out again, this time keeping both hands over her mouth when she realized that Owyn wasn't going to let up. Nor did she want him to, he imagined. He kept going, soon switching to using his entire tongue, licking up the entire width and length of her exposed flesh, then going as far as getting his lower lip involved. She was fully screaming now, unable to contain herself. After another minute of this, Owyn kicked it up another notch, sticking first one, then two fingers inside of her, pushing up into her g-spot while continuing to eat her out. It was too much for her. Krystal began to orgasm violently.

She bucked against him, her hips jolting furiously, muscles spasming wildly as she had a full-bodied orgasm. Owyn held on tightly, wanting to continue to pleasure her even through the climax, wanting to bring her the maximum possible amount of pleasure. Krystal wasn't even coherent anymore as she thrashed around wildly, bucking and heaving against him while he kept fingering her and eating her out.

Feminine juices escaped her vagina in a hot, powerful spray that coated the lower half of his face, his shoulders and his chest. He kept going until she gasped for him to let up, that she'd had enough, that she was about to pass out, and he relinquished, sitting up and then leaning back, propping himself up on the palms of his hands.

She was crying again. For a long moment, Krystal simply lay there, occasionally convulsing slightly as a post-orgasm tremor ran through her. Finally, she took a very deep breath and let it out slowly, then reached up, the blanket bunched up in one hand, and wiped her tears on it. “Ho boy,” she said shakily. “That was...words cannot,” she added.

“I take it I did a good job?” Owyn replied.

“Understatement of the century,” Krystal replied. She took another deep, shuddering breath, then laughed. “It's been a long time since I've had that kind of treatment. Well...from a man at least,” she said.

“Oh?” Owyn replied, raising an eyebrow.

She laughed. “Yes, I've had a few girlfriends. Some Sisters of Death who also lament how lonely and empty of sex their life is. We...play, from time to time. Though it's been a while, honestly.” She sighed contently and continued laying there for a second, then sat up, resting on her elbows. “And now it's your turn,” she said.

Owyn and Krystal changed places, (though not before Krystal laid another blanket down on top of the wet one), and he opened his legs for her. She assumed the same position he'd been in, then immediately licked up the length of his cock and slipped it into her mouth in one dexterous motion. He let out a groan as she began bobbing her head, sucking on it like she had this morning. Soon, she added her hand to the mix, jacking him off and sucking him off at the same time. She took his cock out of her mouth, leaving a huge gob of spit behind, and began pumping her tight fist over the head of his dick rapidly.

“You want to fuck me from behind this time?” she asked, looking up at him with her ridiculously attractive face.

“Yeah, sounds great,” he replied.

“Ha! You'd say that for any position I'd ask.”

“Yeah, basically.”

She smirked at him, then stopped pleasuring him. They switched positions once more, Krystal getting on her hands and knees, presenting her glistening wet pussy and her huge pale ass to him. Owyn hastily got into position, insanely horny now, ready to get inside of her. Once he was up against her, he gripped his cock and rubbed the head of it against her pussy.

“No,” she snapped. “No teasing.”

“You want to make me stop?” he replied, continuing to rub his cock against her wet opening.

Krystal twisted around and stared at him with surprisingly vibrant and angry eyes. “I am a fucking necromancer. You know that, right?”

He chuckled. “Fair enough,” Owyn replied, then he thrust forward, stuffing the entirety of his cock into her hot, wet opening.

She cried out so loud that he thought for sure someone would come check. But as he gripped her ass and began pounding her, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the bedroom, nobody came knocking.

Perhaps they knew better.

Owyn couldn't keep his eyes from Krystal's broad pale ass, the way it jiggled with each thrust, the way his cock kept disappearing into her pussy over and over again. The pleasure from her vagina was unrivaled by any other experience in his life. She was incredibly tight, so much so that he felt like he could barely squeeze into her, and yet she was so slick with hot feminine juices that he slid in and out of her with relative ease. And the heat. It was almost like he was near a smelter. All of it combined to make, in his mind at least, the ultimate sexual experience.

The downside to this was that their sex rarely seemed to last very long, which was why he was now making it a point to get her off before he stuck his cock in her. Here he was, two minutes in, and he was already threatening to lose it. He at least wanted to give her one more gut-squeezing orgasm. Owyn gripped her hips and kept pounding her for another thirty seconds before reaching forward and around, down to her most sensitive spot, found her clit and began to rub it. Softly at first, making little circles, then more vigorously, back and forth.

“Oh, Owyn! Oh my Gods yes!” she cried.

And then there it was, she was having another orgasm. He felt her insides clench and twist and spasm. He was sprayed with another gush of hot sex juices. He stopped pleasuring her and reached forward, hunched over and grabbed two handfuls of her immense breasts. Owyn began coming inside of her, shooting his huge load into her tight, wet pussy. He gasped as he felt his cock spurt violently, pulsing as it spewed stringy loads of his seed into her. He wasn't sure how long the orgasm went on for, but when it finally petered out, he released his grip of her breasts, (which he realized was pretty powerful), and pulled out.

Then he collapsed next to her.

“Oh wow,” she gasped, collapsing forward. “That was...you're really good at this whole sex thing,” she said.

“Look who's talking,” Owyn replied.

“I can't be that good, I haven't had much practice,” Krystal replied.

Owyn shook his head. “No, this is like...the best sex I've ever had in my entire life. I mean, okay, that's not saying much, I guess, since I haven't had all that much, but...let me put it this way. This is the best experience I've ever had in my life.”

Krystal smiled and reached over, putting a hand against his cheek. “You're a real sweetheart, you know that? Come on, I want to take a bath.”

He smiled at her, then they both hauled themselves up out of bed, untangling themselves from each other and crossing the room on shaky, sex-tired legs. Owyn regarded the sunken bath tub in the far corner. It was of a good size, made of some very nice stone, fitted perfectly together, the bricks so tight you probably couldn't even get a thin, fine knife blade in between them. The water looked crystal clear and thin wisps of steam rose off of it. He realized it must be a magically treated tub, a self-heating thing of wonder.

Both of them carefully lowered themselves into the water. It was hot, though not unbearably so, and soon they were seated comfortably on either side of the tub. Krystal kicked her legs up and rested them in Owyn's lap. Almost unconsciously, he began to massage them. Krystal let out a little groan of pleasure and then laughed.

“You really are something genuine, aren't you?” she asked.

“What?” he replied.

“You're fucking massaging my feet. That's never happened before.”

“I thought you'd like it.”

“I do, very much.”

She laid back against the side of the tub and let him massage her feet. He did for another five minutes, then began washing himself off. They enjoyed the tub for another half hour before finally getting out and drying off.

At just the moment they had finished getting their clothes back on, there was a knock at the door. Owyn moved over to it and opened it up.

“Yes?” he asked.

A young woman, likely barely older than him, with midnight hair and pale skin, stood in the corridor, clutching something to her chest, a parchment. She seemed frozen, tongue-tied, staring at him. “I...uh...this is for Krystal,” she said.

“Thanks,” he replied, taking it.

She lingered in the hallway.

“Uh...anything else?” he asked.

“No...” she replied.

“Go. Away,” Krystal said from behind him.

The girl turned and all but ran.

Owyn laughed and closed the door, passing the parchment to Krystal. “That was a little rude,” he said.

“No doubt she heard us, earlier. She's a Sister, an initiate. She was checking you out, sniffing around my...uh...”

Owyn laughed. “Your fuck friend?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” She turned her attention to the parchment, then heaved a sigh. “Fantastic. My chores list...” She frowned and looked up at him, then put on a little smile, a beseeching one. “You want to help me go find a book at the library?” she asked.

Owyn laughed louder. “Yes, Krystal. I can do that.”

She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you. This kind of work will go a lot better if I have someone like you along. Come on.”

He followed her out of her quarters.

…

The day spun out slowly.

The first order of business was to pick up a book on necromancy from the local library hall. Something that, apparently, the initiates were too busy to do themselves, or, Gods forbid, the head mistress who governed over the building and all those inside. So, feeling better than he had in a very long time, Owyn accompanied Krystal across the brick-paved roads and to the library. It was a huge, old, dusty building with shelves, shelves, shelves...everywhere. There seemed to be no end to them. Krystal began to walk slowly among the high, wooden shelves, not ever really stopping but not hastening either.

It was as if she was guided by something, an invisible force. Owyn figured that she was, in fact, being guided. After all, she was a necromancer. He followed her until she had walked to almost the back of the large structure, to a poorly-lit area between two shelves packed with thick, heavy tomes bound in leather. The area was cast in gloom. Abruptly, she stopped, then she walked quickly to the end of the stack, poked her head out, looked left and right, turned around, walked to the other end and repeated the process.

“Everything okay?” Owyn asked quietly. A quiet voice seemed appropriate.

“Everything's absolutely perfect,” Krystal replied in a similarly soft voice as she walked back to him, smiling wildly.

Before he could respond, because he could tell that something was up, she grabbed him and began kissing him. He managed a pleasantly surprised sound as she shoved her tongue into his mouth, finding his own, twining them together.

At once, she broke away and dropped to her knees.

“What are you doing?” he whispered harshly as she began digging him out of his pants.

“What does it look like? Getting you ready. We're going to have a quick fuck back here,” Krystal replied as she pulled his dick out.

“What if we get caught!?”

She grinned up at him. “Then I guess you'll just have to hurry.”

He groaned as she took his cock into her mouth and began sucking him off. Pleasure sizzled through him, like someone had hit him with a bolt of lightning. He'd already been half hard just being in her presence, but now he went up the rest of the way inside of her hot, wet mouth. She continued sucking him off for another half minute, coating his cock in saliva, then she shot to her feet, turned around and bent over.

While she rested her hands on her knees, he worked at exposing her vagina. It was difficult but not, he discovered, impossible, by lifting her skirt and pushing the crotch of her panties aside. Soon he had her exposed and he quickly went to work, sliding his cock into her. He heard her give a little groan of pleasure, clearly containing herself, and then he began fucking her harder. She gasped and he could hear her panting. Excitement and pleasure shot through him. Anyone could walk back there. Anyone could catch them.

Someone could even be watching them right now, hidden in the shadows...

Owyn had never particularly thought of himself as a thrill-seeker, at least in terms of sexual thrill seeking, but he immediately understood the appeal. It made the sex that much better, that much hotter and more darkly exciting. In fact, he could feel his orgasm welling up within him, ready to burst out of him any second now...

Suddenly, Krystal hopped forward, off his dick, spun around, dropped to her knees, and took his cock into her mouth. He gasped at the sudden change, then bit back a cry of pleasure as she started sucking his dick, working it with her fist. He immediately began letting off into her mouth, groaning, reaching out to a nearby shelf to steady himself as he came. She worked his dick, trying to get everything out, sucking and swallowing it all. When she was finished, she took his cock out of her mouth and looked up at him, smiling.

“What brought that on?” he asked as he began putting himself away

“I was horny,” she replied, standing and fixing her clothing. Abruptly, she looked over and reached out. “And here's the book. Come on, let's go.”

…

After the library, there was the marketplace, where Owyn watched Krystal haggle over supplies for the guild hall, and then they stopped for a quick lunch. From there they had to make a visit to the palace, to speak with someone who coordinated necromancer-city relationships, then they had to visit someone's house and perform some kind of purification rite because their house was haunted in such a way that only a necromancer's touch could cleanse it.

There were about a dozen and a half of these little jobs to complete.

By the time they were finished and had crossed everything off the parchment, (and the head mistress was satisfied), the sun was dipping towards the horizon. Owyn was tired, and he could tell Krystal was as well. They were both looking forward to spending some time alone in her quarters and having some fun before going to sleep, getting up, and probably doing it all again tomorrow. Owyn was surprised by how quickly he had settled into Krystal's life. Probably what made them both so comfortable was the knowledge that, at any moment, either of them could leave. They both relied entirely on themselves.

Neither was staying because they had to, rather, simply because they wanted to.

When Owyn opened up the door to their quarters, he spied a mostly naked woman lying on the bed, reading a book.

“Oh, Gods, I'm sorry,” he said. “Wrong room.”

“No, this is our room,” Krystal replied, pushing him forward. “Who's in my-” She stopped speaking as she laid eyes on the long-limbed brunette lying in her bed, who had yet to make any attempt to get him out of the room or cover herself up. Krystal then let out a small squeal of excitement, raced across the room and jumped onto the brunette, who seemed to be expecting this. She opened up her arms and wrapped Krystal in a warm embrace.

“Hello, Krystal,” she said, smiling.

“Kira! It's been ages since I've seen you!” Krystal replied merrily. She kissed her quickly on the mouth, then rested her head on the pillow next to her.

“I know. I thought I saw you walking out a while ago and tried to catch up, but the head mistress had work for me...” she sighed. “Then I confirmed with some of the others that you were, in fact, in town. And that you were, in fact, in the company of a very handsome young man who, if rumor were true, had you screaming in ecstasy earlier today.”

Krystal blushed fiercely, and Owyn thought he might be doing some of that as well. He had since closed and locked the door, and taken a seat at the desk, turning the chair so that it faced both women. He remained silent, giving them a chance to catch up.

“Yeah, I did...” Krystal said, smiling awkwardly.

“Well, that's good news. Because, if I recall correctly, you made a certain someone a certain promise last year.”

“What? I...ohhhh,” Krystal replied. “I...yeah, I did, didn't I? Well...I guess this is a pretty perfect situation then.”

“So you'll make good on that promise?” Kira asked.

“Oh, yes. Definitely. Right now, if you're ready.”

“Oh, I'm ready,” Kira said.

Both women looked over at Owyn, who shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“What?” he asked.

Krystal smiled. “Owyn...dear...well, first of all, this is Kira. She's my best friend. We grew up together, and she was one of the women who fucked me. Last year, I made her a promise. Well, we both made a promise to each other, really. It was that if either one of us got our hands on a handsome young man willing to fuck us, we would share that man.”

“I, well...you want me to fuck Kira?” he asked.

“Yes. Exactly,” Krystal said.

Kira sat up and smirked at him. “What do you say?” she asked.

“I say...that sounds like a great plan,” he replied, standing up.

Kira laughed. “Yeah, you definitely hit a gold mine. Get naked and get over here, handsome,” she said, and began to get undressed.

Owyn studied Kira as he got out of his clothes and armor. She was just as beautiful as Krystal. (Okay, maybe a little bit less so, but only because Owyn preferred curvier redheads.) She was tall, almost as tall as he was, and thin, and, like Krystal, extremely pale. Though she was thinner, the breasts she freed from her black bra were still of a very pleasant size. She also had some great thighs and hips, and a nice, smooth, bald vagina in between those hips. Owyn quickly finished getting undressed, then got into bed.

The women seemed content to let him get between them.

“You are very handsome,” Kira said, running her hand across his chest, then down to his stomach, then to his cock, which she gripped and began to slowly jack him off. “You aren't afraid I'm going to like suck your soul out through your dick or something?” she asked.

“No. I trust Krystal...and, I guess, by extension, I trust you,” Owyn replied.

“Good,” Kira said.

She leaned in and kissed him firmly on the mouth, then slipped her tongue in. She tasted like honey. He slid a hand over one breast, massaging it gently, feeling her up, as she kept kissing him, running her own hand over his body. He could feel Krystal doing the same from the other side, rubbing him softly, reaching down, gripping his dick and playing with it. Owyn slid his hand down and around to Kira's firm ass.

“My turn,” Krystal whispered, placing a hand on his jaw and bringing his face around to her own. She leaned in and began making out with him.

Kira seemed fine with this, as she slid down the length of his body, took his cock in her mouth and began sucking him off. Owyn gasped and groaned as she started giving him head, losing himself in the hot, wet interior of her mouth.

Krystal continued kissing him passionately while Kira pleasured him with her mouth. He reached over and began to massage Krystal's breast, then started to play with her nipple, causing her to gasp and moan. Kira suddenly stopped sucking him off. He glanced down and saw her re-positioning herself, getting into place above him. She straddled him, resting carefully on her feet. She reached up and grabbed the bed frame, (it was the kind of bed that came with a ceiling and drapes), to steady herself, then let go with one hand, reached down in between them, grabbed his cock and guided it slowly into herself.

Once he was comfortably inside of her, Kira let out a short huff of pleasure, reached back up to steady herself and began fucking his dick. Owyn let out a low moan of pleasure as she started having sex with him, her incredibly hot, ridiculously wet pussy sliding perfectly up and down his rigid length. Krystal began making out with him again.

“Bet you didn't expect this to happen when you set out on your adventure,” she said in between kisses.

He smiled into her lips. “No, not even close,” he replied.

Owyn reached out and gripped Kira's wonderful hips as she continued riding him. He stared up at her beautiful breasts that bounced freely. The Sister of Death seemed genuinely happy as she rode him, her head leaned back, moans of pleasure escaping her throat. She kept going like that until, suddenly, she let go, dropped onto her knees, and fell forward onto him. She smiled and kissed him passionately while he grabbed her ass.

“Fuck me on my back,” she said.

“Happy to,” Owyn replied.

He grabbed her, held her firmly, then got up and turned over, keeping inside of her while he switched positions. Then she was on her back, spreading her long, pale legs and he began driving into her furiously. She screamed in pleasure. Owyn pushed himself up, then glanced over at Krystal, who was lying on her side, watching them.

“Sorry,” he murmured.

“It's fine, it's been a while since Kira has had a good fuck. Although...” she glanced at Kira. “Would you eat me?” she asked.

“What? Yeah, sure,” Kira replied. “Climb on.”

“Yay!” Krystal cried, then got up and mounted Kira, crouching over her face, facing forward, towards Owyn.

Krystal started making out with him while he fucked Kira and Kira began to eat her out. Owyn quickly realized that the position needed to be changed up slightly, so he reached down, slipped his arms beneath Kira's long legs and brought them up. Now that he had a better position, he really began fucking Kira's tight, necromancer pussy, causing her to shriek in pleasure as she kept eating out Krystal, who was voicing her own pleasure while also trying to make out with Owyn. He knew he couldn't keep this up for long, he'd never been with two women at once before, and the hotness of the situation was overloading him.

All at once, he felt a release down there. Something gave, and a hot wave of female juices sprayed out of Kira's pussy. Then, Krystal really began shouting, collapsing forward against him, enjoying her own orgasm. Owyn figured it was time to give up the ghost, stopped holding back, and then cried out, wrapping his arms around Krystal, letting go of Kira's legs as he started coming inside of her tight pussy.

The three of them convulsed and twitched as they were subjected to their own worlds of pleasure, their orgasms ripping through them. Finally, the three fell into a heaving, sweaty heap of naked, tangled limbs, none of them able or willing to move as they tried to catch their breathes, covered in their own sweat and sex juices.

“Promise delivered on,” Krystal said suddenly.

Kira laughed. “Yeah, definitely...now, I need a bath.”

“Me too,” Owyn said.

“I'll join you,” Krystal added.

They began to get up and head for the tub.

CHAPTER III

Today was a good day.

Owyn found himself mostly submerged in water, looking up at the pale, wet, naked bodies of two insanely attractive women. An hourglass-figured, redheaded goddess named Krystal and her best friend, a tall, athletic brunette named Kira. They both were sitting on the edge of the sunken bath tub in Krystal's temporary living quarters at the necromancer's hall. They had been staying there together for several days now as she carried out a variety of small tasks that ranged from tedious to annoying, in her official capacity as a Sister of Death.

The bed in the corner was big enough that Kira had pretty much moved in with them. She had slept in that bed with them every night for the past three nights. Well, usually she collapsed into it after the three of them made love.

Owyn thought he was doing a good job keeping both women satisfied. They at least had been telling him as much, so he was content, because really, their opinions were the only ones that mattered in that regard.

Now, he stared at them both, and Krystal opened her legs for him. It was the end of the fourth day, they were all tired, but not so tired that they wanted to skip out on their end-of-the-day threesome that had become kind of expected at this point. Here he sat, preparing to engage in one such threesome. Krystal smiled down at him.

Owyn leaned forward, putting his head between her thick, well-padded, pale thighs. This was how it went: he did them first, then they did him...then they all did each other. He rested his elbows on her thighs and, with his thumbs, spread the lips of her pussy. She was wet and pink and glistening, the little nub of her clit nestled in a field of flesh. He let his tongue slide out and began to tease her clit with its tip. She let out a low moan and a little chill rippled through her, making all of her jiggly bits jiggle pleasantly.

“You're really good at this,” she whispered.

“He sure is,” Kira said. “I can't wait for my turn.”

Owyn ignored them both, focusing wholly on the pleasure of his lover, continuing to stimulate her clit with his tongue. After about a minute of this, he switched to using his full tongue, fully eating her out, then his lower lip, which really seemed to set her off. Krystal cried out, her voice echoing off the walls of her quarters, (after the first night, they had found a spell that soundproofed the room, people were complaining). She ran her fingers through his hair, panting and moaning his name, begging for more.

He slipped a finger into her, pushing up into her g-spot, her most sensitive of spots, and that only caused her to cry out even louder. Owyn kept going, kept pleasuring her relentlessly, until finally she threw back her head, let out a shriek of pleasure, and orgasmed all over his face and shoulders and chest. He kept working her until she begged him to stop, and then he pulled back, floating in the tub, as she collapsed back against the pile of blankets and pillows they had set there, because both women had a tendency to flop back after.

Owyn let out a breath and let himself dip back into the tub, washing the sex juices off of himself and giving his finger, jaw, and tongue a moment to rest. He ducked his head down below the water and came up, then looked up at Kira.

She smiled down at him. “I expect to have at least as good an orgasm as Krystal,” she said, smirking wider.

“I'll see what I can do,” Owyn replied.

He took a moment to finish resting up, then he assumed the position once more, sliding into place between her slimmer athletic thighs. He ran his hands up them, along that smooth white skin, and then opened the lips of her pussy.

Owyn quickly set to work on Kira, repeating the same treatment that he had given to Krystal. Kira's response was immediate and passionate, crying out, desperate for more, running her long-fingered hands through his hair. He built up slowly, using only the tip of his tongue at first, then his whole tongue, then adding in his lower lip and fingers. He kept going, working as well as he could, until Kira had her own screaming orgasm.

When he was finished, he dipped below the surface of the water once more, and then they switched places. He sat up on the side of the tub with his legs in the water up to his knees, and both ladies got in. They positioned themselves on either side of him and he placed a hand on both of their heads. First, they kissed, then they leaned in and began licking his cock, both of them at the same time. He moaned as the pleasure sizzled through him like some kind of magic. It started in his cock and crackled up his torso, through his skin and into his head, lighting his brain on fire. He watched their faces as they worked, the way they looked at each other, at his cock, up at him occasionally. There was a passion there, but a kindness too.

As horny and sexed-up as the three of them were, Owyn felt that he had made a real connection with these two women. He wasn't sure what it meant, exactly, and he knew that this wasn't love. Not exactly. But it wasn't merely lust, either. This wasn't just a fling and they weren't just fuck buddies. For now, though, he knew he should just enjoy himself.

Krystal was sucking him off now.

She bobbed her head rapidly for ten seconds, then passed it off to Kira, who began to do the same thing for him. They managed to go through another round of this before he had to make them stop because it felt too good.

“Okay,” he said, catching his breath. “Okay, let's fuck now.”

They seemed to agree with this as he slipped into the tub with them. He took turns making out with them for a moment, then broke away from the two of them, instead focusing on Krystal, wrapping his hands around her ass and lifting her up in the water. He realized that he was getting better at this when he didn't even have to use his hand to guide his cock into her pussy. He just lined her up and lowered her.

She gasped and smiled at him, resting her forehead against his, staring into his eyes as he began sliding her up and down his cock. Krystal was practically weightless in the water. They'd discovered that this was the best way to fuck, (okay, well, one of them), in the tub because the walls were made of rock. Granted, it was smooth rock, but still rock, and being fucked up against a rock wall, no matter how smooth, wasn't the most pleasant experience. Krystal leaned in and kissed him firmly on the mouth, shoving her tongue in.

He pulled her down harder, causing her to break the kiss and cry out in pleasure as he went deeper inside of her.

“Don't take too long,” Kira said, poking him in the shoulder. “I want my turn.”

Krystal let out an exasperated sigh. “You will get your turn, you tall slut,” she said, not unkindly.

Kira stuck her tongue out. “Yeah, I'm the slut,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Kira-” Krystal began, then he forced her down hard, again, and cut her sentence off, causing her to cry out once more.

“Don't worry,” he said, leaning over and giving Kira a quick kiss. “You'll get your turn.”

He kept bouncing Krystal up and down, and suddenly she gripped him, “Wait,” she gasped, and he was all the way inside of her. She began to grind herself up and down against him, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, and he realized all at once what she was doing when, suddenly, she cried out and he felt her get much hotter and wetter inside. She screamed and gasped her way through another orgasm, moaning in his ear, gripping him tightly, and then she went limp, sagging against him. He laughed and disengaged her from him, setting her down on a seat that had been built into the tub, beneath the waterline.

“Your turn,” he said, turning to Kira.

“My turn,” she agreed happily, coming to him.

Kira liked it from behind. She turned around and he bent over her. Owyn ran his hands over her smooth, firm ass. He loved the curve it made: broad at first and then up to her narrow waist, almost a teardrop shape. Kira pushed herself against him, eager and impatient, and he guided his cock inside of her tight, wet opening. She gasped and moaned, sagging forward a little as the pleasure hit her like a hammer. Owyn gripped her hips firmly and started pounding her, sliding in and out of her perfect, slick opening, keeping himself reigned in.

He wanted to give both women an equal amount of pleasure, or as much as possible, and knew he had to keep a firm watch own his own pleasure levels, lest he blow off too early. It had happened twice before, once to Krystal and once to Kira, and although both women had been nice to him about it, he could tell they were disappointed and frustrated. Owyn reached forward, sliding his hands up her flat, wet stomach and found her breasts, at first groping them, then playing with her nipples, running his fingertips across them.

“Oh, Owyn! Oh, that's so...fucking...good!” Kira cried.

He could feel her grinding herself against him and relished the bliss of it all. He knew that he couldn't last much longer. Kira was just too attractive, it all felt too good. He reached down and around her, finding her clit, and began to rub it vigorously. The Sister of Death let out a shriek of pleasure, her lean, pale body convulsing as a fresh orgasm slammed through her. As soon as he felt her vaginal muscles begin to clench and squeeze and spasm, he let out a cry of release as he started orgasming as well. He gasped and groaned, leaning against her, doing everything he could to keep from falling over in the tub.

His cock throbbed and pulsed. Owyn could feel himself shooting his seed deep into Kira's pussy, filling her up. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight, his chest pressed firmly against her back, both of them slick with sweat and bathwater, both of them caught in the violent throes of passion and pleasure.

Finally, the orgasms ebbed away, leaving them shaky and shuddering, hearts racing, pulses slowly getting back down to normal.

They both sat down next to Krystal and for a moment, nobody spoke. Then, finally, they all began to haul themselves up out of the tub, water dripping off of them. Owyn never felt like drying himself after a good fuck session in the tub, because he was too wiped, but he couldn't very well go to bed wet. So, along with the others, he dried himself off as quickly as he could, then walked, naked, across the room.

The trio collapsed in a pile onto the bed.

“You know, I never thought I'd be able to sleep comfortably in a bed with another person...let alone two,” Owyn said as they all began getting beneath the blankets. “It was something that always worried me.”

“I never thought I'd have to actually experience the problem, myself,” Krystal replied. “Until I met Kira and we...had some fun and she didn't want to leave. And then I found out that snuggling is very happy and comfortable.”

“Yeah, it definitely is,” Kira agreed.

They finished getting into position. Kira lay on the right and Krystal lay on the left, while Owyn tucked himself in between them. For a moment, the three of them simply lay there in the darkness, only a faint glow from a single flickering candle, left lit across the room in case they had to get up in the middle of the night and take a leak.

Kira shifted. “So, tomorrow...” she said.

“Yeah?” Krystal pressed.

“I kind of got you a present. The both of you,” Kira replied. “I know your responsibilities are officially done with as of today. And you, Owyn, have no responsibilities. Now, I have a job I need to complete. I need to bring something to the necromancy hall up in Mist. And there's a certain vampire brothel up in Mist and I thought, well, why don't you two come with me and we could all enjoy ourselves up there?”

“A vampire brothel?” Owyn asked.

“Yes! I've been there before. It's called Suck Lust. It's like a normal brothel...on the first floor. But if you're in the know, then you can go to the basement where they have vampire prostitutes and they are, well...really good at sex,” Krystal explained. “The Necromancer's Guild, particularly the Sisters of Death, are in good standing with the brothel. It'd be a treat for all of us, honestly...what do you think, Owyn?”

“I think it sounds awesome,” he replied.

Kira yawned loudly, then rolled over, away from him. He rolled onto his side and pressed himself up against her slim, athletic body. He felt Krystal press herself against his back, and loved the feel of her huge, warm breasts.

“Good,” she said. “We'll sleep, then we'll wake up and head out. It's about a day's walk between here and there. Goodnight, you two.”

Owyn and Krystal both said goodnight, then began to drift off to sleep.

…

Owyn slept through the night, which was, to him at least, a rarity. Ever since meeting Krystal, he hadn't slept through the night. He supposed it was likely this fact that had kept him under for so long: he was exhausted.

Consequently, when he woke up, he had the worst case of morning wood he could remember for quite awhile. He was aware of his erection and a desperate, almost painful, need for sex, a horrible, potent, intoxicating lust that seemed to poison him. Someone was moving around the room, and someone was still in bed with him. He rolled over and pushed himself against whoever it was that was in bed with him.

“Mmrh?” she said.

“I...Kira...Krystal...need sex, now,” he managed.

From across the room, one of the girls burst out laughing. “Good Gods you boys are articulate when you're horny.” It was Kira who was standing.

“Yeah, like you're a fucking novelist when you're really wet and craving dick,” Krystal mumbled as she rolled over, facing Owyn. “You,” she said, poking him in the chest, “are very lucky, handsome man. I'm particularly horny myself right now. You didn't wake up and fuck me once last night and I was having a lot of erotic dreams...”

With that, she rolled over onto her stomach and then pushed herself up on all fours. “Fuck me from behind,” she demanded.

Owyn didn't say anything in response. He felt like he couldn't, he was too horny for words at the moment. Instead, he shot up, hurrying into position behind her, running his hands over her huge, white ass. In a way, it almost felt like he was dying, he'd been poisoned, and the only way to get the poison out was to have an orgasm.

He buried his cock inside of Krystal's pussy.

She cried out, burying her own face in the pillows. She was particularly hot and wet this morning. Owyn groaned loudly as he started hammering away at her, the slapping sound of their flesh meeting again and again ringing out.

“Wow, you two really are horny,” Kira said. Owyn was barely aware of her. “Good thing I masturbated while you two were still snoozing.”

“Oh fuck!” Krystal shrieked, and then suddenly she was coming, spilling her feminine juices all over him.

A few seconds later, Owyn cried out as he began to orgasm. It felt powerful, starting at his core and expanding outward. He could feel his seed coming out in thick, hot spurts, filling up the tight opening in between Krystal's legs. When he finished, he pulled out and flopped back onto the bed, breathing heavily, already slicked with sweat. Krystal fell forward in much the same manner, her back heaving as she caught her breath.

“By the Gods, Owyn!” Krystal said, rolling over and staring at him.

“What?” he asked.

“That was the biggest load you've ever blown. There's so much of it...shit, I really need a bath now, it's like, everywhere,” she said.

“Sorry,” he replied. “I just...I was really horny.”

She laughed. “I could tell. Come on. I'm sure my own orgasm was really messy. We both need a bath,” she said, standing.

“Well hurry up, I'm already clean and dressed,” Kira said. Then she sighed. “Whatever, it'll probably take you two ages the way you get distracted when you're naked around each other. I'm going to go make sure everything is in order.”

With that, she left the room, closing the door firmly behind her.

Owyn and Krystal pulled themselves out of bed and got into the sunken tub. For a long moment, they simply sat there in the hot water, then they began to clean themselves. For a little while, neither of them spoke.

“How long do you think you'll stay with me?” Krystal asked suddenly.

“What? Um, well, I'm not sure. I haven't really given it any thought. I mean, I don't really have any responsibilities. Everyone I know is back in Fish View and they don't really expect me back for...awhile, I suppose. Why? Getting tired of me?” he asked, grinning.

“No, I'm not. And you know I'm not. I just...I keep expecting you to leave, I guess. I keep expecting you to say, 'Well, it's been fun, but now I've got to go.' You know?”

“I do know what you mean, actually. I've kind of been feeling the same thing myself. For you to say, 'Well, the sex was nice, but I need you to leave now.' That kind of thing...kind of funny, huh? That we're both worrying about it.”

“Yeah. I guess so. I've spent so much time worrying about, you know, getting laid, that it's kind of colored my life, my view of the world...I don't know if it's this way for everyone or just for me but, I've got to say, finding you has...well, cleared a lot of things up, I guess. I'm just generally happier and I'm not so worried about a lot of things,” Krystal said.

“I think it might be that way for everyone,” Owyn replied. “And you've made me feel pretty great, too. But as for how we handle our current situation? I think we should do it like this. Tell the truth and play it by ear. If you get tired of having me around, tell me. If I want to be cut loose, I'll be honest and let you know.”

Krystal smiled at him. “I can live with that...now, we'd better hurry up or Kira is going to come in here and freeze the water or something.”

Owyn laughed and then pulled himself out of the tub and began to dry off.

…

The walk between Blue Bay and Mist took a little over twelve hours.

Owyn had heard a lot about Mist. It was the kind of place his mother would be horrified to learn that he had visited. The kind of place you went when you were looking for something a little...shadier. Something not really offered in the better, more upstanding parts of society. There were a lot brothels there, true, but a lot of dark magic and a kind of black market. Owyn decided that it figured if there was going to be a hidden vampire brothel anywhere, it would be in a place like Mist. It felt good to have a pair of necromancers along.

He learned a bit more about both of the ladies on the walk there.

Krystal had mentioned that she had been adopted at a very young age. Apparently, the woman that had adopted her was also a Sister of Death who had settled down and bought a small house on the edge of a village that had come to accept her presence, or, at least, tolerate it. She provided a variety of services, not all of them necromancy-related, as she had learned a fair amount of magical spells over the years, and carved out a nice little life for herself. For sixteen years she had raised Krystal there, then sent her off to become a Sister.

Kira's life was somewhat similar, though both of her parents were necromancers. Her mother was a Sister of Death, her father a necromancer who specialized in purification rituals like the one Krystal had had to perform on the haunted house in Blue Bay. The result of this parenthood seemed to be that Kira was more at home with her role as a necromancer. He also ended up learning their true ages: Krystal was twenty two, Kira was twenty six. Knowing this intimidated at him, since he was merely eighteen and just starting out in the world, really.

It also enticed him further.

By the time they actually entered Mist, the sun was beginning to set. Kira led them to the necromancer's guild, which was just as ominous and foreboding as in Blue Bay. Though, in all honesty, it looked a bit more at home in Mist. The town was named as such because there was an omnipresent, thin gray mist rolling in off the nearby sea. No one could quite explain why this happened, though Owyn gathered that it had something to do with magic. Whatever the reason, it gave the whole town a faintly eerie, sinister feel.

They passed a lot of cloaked and hooded individuals on the way to the necromancer's hall. There seemed to be a lot of 'mind your own damned business' in the air. Which Owyn was glad to do. Somehow, he actually felt safer once they were inside the guild hall. The three of them stood around in the entryway, which was very similar in design and atmosphere to the entryway of the hall they'd left back in Blue Bay.

Owyn was just beginning to wonder how long this was going to take, because he was tired and they still had to get to the brothel, when one of the doors to the right opened up and someone came striding out of the flickering dimness. A tall man wrapped in a black robe that made him seem to practically float instead of walk came towards them. He came to stand beside Kira and extended one hand. Kira reached into her pack and pulled something out, a small, deep blue gemstone that seemed to glow with its own inner light, and passed it to him.

He took it, reached back into his robe, and when his hand reappeared, the gemstone was gone and a small sack of gold had taken its place. He gave it to Kira, then turned and began walking back from whence he'd come.

“And that is that,” Kira said. “Let's go get our fuck on.”

…

Suck Lust looked like, well, a brothel.

It was a two story structure of wood and stone and smoked glass that was not quite entirely opaque but not exactly transparent, either. Owyn imagined the effect was intentional, meant to give passers-by a tantalizing hint of what was within. The front entrance was a huge set of doors thrown open to the world, which granted access to a small pink room. Above the door was a magically treated sign that proclaimed SUCK LUST in big, brilliant, pink letters, clearly visible through the mist. It was very inviting.

Owyn, Krystal, and Kira walked right in.

In the pink room was a large man with obvious and huge muscles. He was, Owyn realized as he stood up, more than a large man. He was a mountain of a man. How tall was he? At least six and a half feet...and perhaps as wide, too.

Owyn suddenly felt nervous.

But the man smiled. “Girls!” he proclaimed. “It's been awhile since we've seen you around these parts...” His eyes flicked to Owyn. “Who's your friend?”

“His name is Owyn and he is a good friend, so you be nice to him,” Krystal said, taking Owyn's left hand. “Owyn, this is Donald.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Owyn said, and because he'd been taught that it was polite to do so, he extended his right hand. He expected Donald to crush it in his massive paw, but he simply took it and shook it and returned it in roughly the same condition.

“Pleased to meet you as well, Owyn. It's not often I see anyone with any manners around here. It's a pleasure all its own. Welcome to the club.”

He stepped out of the way and let them in.

Owyn looked around the interior as they were let inside. Beyond the pink entryway was a large, open area. To Owyn, it looked like the bottom of any old inn, perhaps a little larger. Lots of tables and chairs spread out across the floor, a bar that took up most of one wall across the way. And several doors along the back wall.

“Come on,” Kira said, guiding them across the floor, navigating between the couple of dozen or so people around.

They cut through the crowd and crossed to one of the doors where a beautiful blonde woman in her thirties, all done up in tight clothing and makeup, lounged on an armchair. She smiled brightly up at Kira and Krystal.

“Hello, ladies. It's been quite awhile...I see you brought a man with you, hmm...will he be going up to the second floor?” she asked, staring at him seductively. Owyn shifted uncomfortably and Krystal shook her head firmly.

“He most certainly will not be going up to the second floor, Daisy. He is a friend and he will be treated as such,” she said.

Daisy frowned. “I see...” she sighed. “Well, I suppose that's fair. Where will the three of you be going?”

“Downstairs,” Kira said. “We want sex, nothing more. And no biting.”

“You girls have gone vanilla,” Daisy said unhappily. “Oh well, who am I to judge? I can't get off without a whip, chains, and three burly men.” She shrugged and waved her hand. “Help yourself, you know the rules.”

Daisy returned her attention to the main area, looking at the patrons with a certain hunger that made Owyn uncomfortable. He followed Krystal and Kira down the wall to a door at the end. They went through it and came to a narrow stairwell. They then went down it and came to a large room where about twenty people, roughly half of them men and half women, were lounging, talking, pacing around. There were doors along the back wall.

As the three of them came to stand in the entryway, a loud whistle cut through the air and the conversation died away instantly. The men and women began standing and lining up along the walls on opposites sides. The sound of slow, heavy footsteps could suddenly be heard. A woman appeared. Owyn studied her. She was tall and very curvy, with an hourglass figure as well-formed as Krystal's. She had skin the color of snow, hair as black as a starless, midnight sky, and eyes the color and temperature of azure gemstones found in the dead of winter. Her eyes were also shot through with crimson veins. She was done up in a very expensive black dress that emphasized her figure. When she smiled, Owyn could see fangs.

“Girls,” she said, and her voice had an aristocratic lilt that he couldn't quite place. “As you know, the Sisters of Death are always welcome and beloved in Suck Lust. But it is unusual for you to bring a...normal one along for the ride.”

“Mistress Laura,” Krystal replied, stepping forward, “Owyn is a very personal, very special friend to myself and Kira. Especially to me. He...helped me in a time of need. He's shown me and Kira nothing but respect and we claim him as one of our own.”

The woman, (the owner of the brothel?), Laura, turned her eyes to Owyn, who managed to maintain his stance under her powerful gaze. He suddenly had the impression that she was old. Although her appearance put her somewhere in middle age, perhaps her mid to late forties, something in her eyes spoke of centuries, not decades. Owyn had heard about vampires before, knew what they were, knew that they could live for...well, forever if left unchallenged. And here was one before him, running a brothel.

“Hello, Owyn,” she said. Then she stepped forward.

“Hello, ma'am,” he replied.

A very small smile tugged at the corners of her large, red lips. She extended her hand to him. “You may kiss my hand,” she said.

The idea that he should or even could refuse this notion never even entered his head. Owyn bent forward, gently reaching up and taking her hand. He kissed it firmly, not lingering, but not hastening, and then released it, straightening back up.

Mistress Laura smiled at him. “Such a nice, handsome young man you have brought into my brothel, Krystal,” she said, still staring at Owyn. Then, she turned and extended her arms to encompass the rows of men and women on either side of her, who had yet to move. They stood with an inhuman stillness. “Help yourself to my stock,” she said, striding away. “As is our custom with the Sisters of Death, it's on the house.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Kira and Krystal said almost in sync.

Mistress Laura disappeared through a door in the back.

“That was...odd,” Krystal murmured. “That thing she did, with her hand...she's normally not like that.”

“Do you think it means anything?” Owyn asked.

“I'm not sure,” she replied.

Owyn looked to Kira, but she just offered him a shrug and then broke off to the right side of the room with a hungry look in her eyes, the male side, where about a dozen men wearing very little stood, waiting for her.

“Come on,” Krystal said, taking him off towards the opposite side.

“You aren't going to join Kira?” he asked.

“No. Honestly, I've never really been too comfortable with the idea of sleeping with a male prostitute...I don't know why. I tried it once, it just didn't go well. It's always been the girls that did it for me, so I'll join you. We can each have one,” Krystal replied.

“Oh,” Owyn said.

Eleven women stood in a row. They all wore very little, some of them wearing nothing but their panties. They were all exceptionally beautiful. Several of them had dead pale skin, others had darker shades of skin tone. They were all busty and curvy to varying degrees, all of them were painted up with expertly applied makeup. All of them had bloodshot eyes. And some of them were smiling, revealing fangs.

Owyn had become infatuated with the idea of having sex with a vampire woman around the time he'd hit puberty. He'd read about them a lot, and, like necromancers, they were a barely tolerated section of society. There were many towns that outright banned vampires, that would kill them on sight, but some places, like Mist, welcomed vampires...so long as they didn't become a problem. The idea of a brothel full of vampires wasn't too outlandish. Owyn wasn't sure why he'd been attracted to the idea but, ultimately, decided that it must be the same reason he'd been attracted to Krystal: they were both pariahs, both outlaws, both rejected.

“So I just...choose one?” he asked.

“Yeah. You pick one, I pick one. Then we go back to a room and fuck,” Krystal replied.

“Oh,” Owyn replied.

Krystal was staring at a mocha-skinned vampire with incredible green eyes and a slim, athletic build. Finally, she stuck out of her hand. The woman smiled and took it, stepping forward. Krystal tossed a glance at Owyn.

“Well?” she asked.

Owyn returned his attention to the vampire prostitutes in front of him. His eyes were drawn to one in particular. She seemed to be a bizarre combination of somehow being short and petite while still being very curvy. She had dead pale skin, vibrant, bloodshot blue eyes and short black hair with red streaks dyed into it. She was one of the topless ones. Her breasts were large, just a bit smaller than Krystal's despite the fact that she was about five inches shorter than the Sister of Death. She had a narrow waist, but very thick thighs and round hips. He also couldn't help but notice the light pink nipples on her breasts, or the spattering of freckles across them. Owyn smiled at her and stuck out his hand. She smiled back, revealing her fangs, and took it.

Owyn followed Krystal back towards one of the doors and noticed the other vampires who hadn't been chosen were now dispersing back throughout the room. He just caught sight of Kira walking back through another door, pulling a large, well-built male vampire behind her. He glanced back over at the woman he'd selected and felt nervous all over again. Especially when she smiled at him once more and then laced their fingers.

“So, what's your name?” he asked as they passed through the door. They came to a long corridor with plenty more doors.

“Lyra,” she said.

“Wow, that's a really beautiful name,” Owyn replied, really meaning it. He'd never heard the name before but he really liked it.

“Thank you,” she said. “Your name is Owyn, correct?”

“Yes.”

“How old are you, Owyn?”

“Uh...eighteen,” he replied awkwardly.

She laughed lightly. “Such a young one. Have you ever been to a place like this before?” she asked as they followed Krystal and the other prostitute down the hall.

“No.”

“Have you ever made love to a vampire before?”

“No, I haven't.”

Here, she grinned even wider. “Well, you're in for quite a treat.”

“I'm...looking forward to it. How, uh, old are you?” Owyn asked.

“Well...hmm. When I turned, I was twenty nine. So that's basically my appearance. But that was about a hundred years ago...ah, here we are!”

Krystal and the other vampire disappeared into one of the doors. Lyra led Owyn into the same door. They came to a cozy, comfortably lit room. There were no windows, but instead several sweet-smelling candles. A pair of well-sized beds, covered in lavish, plush pink blankets and pillows, took up one side of the room. The other portion of the room was taken up by a sunken tub that was at least twice the size of the one in Krystal's quarters at the Blue Bay necromancer's hall they'd stayed at. Everything had a very extravagant glaze to it.

“Come on, handsome,” Lyra said, pulling him over to one bed while Krystal and her woman went over to another. “Let me take care of you.”

Owyn let himself be guided over to the bed. Lyra took off her panties and tossed them aside, then undressed him with firm, sure hands that never wavered or hesitated. There was a kindness, a gentleness to her grasp, but also a certainty, a practiced ease. Owyn had always assumed he'd have sex with a hooker at some point in his life, but not quite so soon, nor quite under these circumstances. He was very excited by the experience.

Once he was naked, Lyra got into bed with him. He quickly realized that the bed was, in fact, as comfortable as it looked. Lyra smiled as she advanced on him. He stared down at her as she crawled across the bed, lying on his back, now fully naked. Peripherally, he could see Krystal and her own vampire lady friend getting busy on the other bed, but he let his attention become focused on this beautiful woman in front of him.

Lyra crawled up along his body, her large, pale breasts brushing against him, until her face was over his. Then she laid down on top of him and began making out with him, pressing her full, hot, wet lips against his, probing his mouth with her tongue. He ran his hands down her back and cupped her thick, round ass, groping and squeezing it, loving the feel of it. It was the perfect amount of firmness and the perfect amount of pliable give. She continued passionately making out with him, rubbing her breasts against his bare chest for several more minutes until, suddenly, she broke away, leaving him gasping for breath.

“How was that to get things started off?” she asked seductively.

“You are a really good kisser,” Owyn replied.

Lyra grinned wickedly. “I'm even better at sucking dick,” she replied.

Then she slid down the length of his body. There was a startling dexterity to her. She got down in between his legs and pushed them open. She licked up the length of his cock several times, then gripped it and began to lick the head. Owyn gasped and groaned, getting extra pleasure out of watching her work. She seemed to genuinely enjoy it, the way she looked into his eyes with her sizzling blue ones only amplified the sexual pleasure.

Then she took it into her mouth and started sucking.

Owyn had received head from three women in his life. The first was his second girlfriend, a year ago, who hadn't been very experienced at it. Even inexperienced, she was good, and could usually get him off. Then Krystal and Kira had come along, and he thought that both women had been experts at it. He'd thought that this was it, when Krystal and then later Kira had blown him, that they were the best he'd ever have.

He knew, as Lyra began to suck him off, that he was wrong.

Lyra was, by several magnitudes, better.

He didn't know exactly what it was she was doing that was so much better. Part of it was that she could suck a lot more powerfully, and he supposed that it came with the territory when you were a vampire. But it was also the heat. The inside of her mouth was so hot, and so damned wet! And then there was her tongue. He learned then and there that the myths about vampire tongues not being like normal tongues were true. He could feel it changing shape and size. The best he could tell was that she was wrapping her tongue around the head of his dick and then sliding it up and down rapidly while at the same time she was sucking him off. The effect was incredible. The pleasure was hitting him like a blacksmith's hammer.

He came within thirty seconds.

Hardly before he knew it, he was letting off. His orgasm exploded through and then out of him, causing him to yell in pleasure. Owyn reached down and grabbed Lyra's head, moaning and literally fucking her in the mouth, his hips jolting violently in sync with his cock, which was spurting thick loads of his seed practically down her throat. She took all this in stride, making no move to stop him, no sound of complaint.

When Owyn finished coming, she took him out of her mouth, sucking as she did so, then licked the tip of his cock and grinned devilishly up at him.

“I told you I'd take care of you,” she said.

“You most certainly did,” Owyn replied, trying to get his breath back. “That was...uh...oh wow...something else.”

He heard Krystal crying out now and glanced over. She was on her back, pale legs spread wide open, the mocha-skinned beauty hard at work on her pussy, head buried in her crotch. She was thrashing around, crying out in raw pleasure. Lyra got up off the bed and walked over to a washbasin where she rinsed her mouth out. While she gargled and spat, Owyn watched the erotic display happening across the room. Krystal seemed to be riding the woman's face, fucking her mouth in a similar fashion to the way he had been doing just a moment ago. He wondered if she was even aware she was doing it.

“Okay, handsome boy,” Lyra said as she crawled back in bed with him. “Now I will show you what I can do with my pussy.”

Owyn let her crawl atop him once more, then she was kissing him passionately, reaching down between them and playing with his cock, working it in her hand, getting it to harden once more. Before long, he was rock hard and ready to go. As soon as Lyra felt this, she got into position, her hot, tight yet somehow curvy body above him now, a thing of beauty. He watched as she slid her tight, smooth pussy down the length of his shaft, watched as it disappeared into her inch by inch as she accepted his length, and then he was all the way inside.

She let out a short, powerful moan of pleasure and began riding him. Owyn cried out, reaching out and gripping her nicely rounded hips as she really started to fuck his dick. He moaned and listened to the wet sounds of sex.

“Oh Gods, Lyra!” he cried. “It's so fucking tight!”

“I work very hard on my body,” Lyra replied, panting a little. “I want to be able to provide a great service to my clients.”

“You are...oh wow...this is incredible!” he moaned.

Lyra smiled down at him and began riding him even faster and harder. The hot, wet friction inside of her pussy was impossible. The muscles in her vagina were so powerful and she was so tight that he could feel her actually gripping the foreskin of his dick. She was fucking him and jacking him off at the same time.

The pleasure seemed almost beyond him.

Owyn knew that he was completely at Lyra's mercy. The sex was so good that if she were to try and feed on him or murder him right then and there, he could do nothing to stop her. It wasn't exactly a bad feeling, though part of him did wonder if she might break the deal and try to suck his blood. But there was nothing malign in her beautiful eyes, her lustful gaze, as she stared down at him, smiling her fanged smile.

Slowly, she began to turn, rotating, until she was facing the opposite direction. Now he could see her perfect, thick, pale ass. She continued riding him, pleasuring him with her body, and he groaned, gripping her hips again.

“Are you ready for it?” she asked.

“Ready for what?” he managed to reply.

She responded with actions, with her body. Lyra leaned forward, propping herself up a bit on her knees, and he popped out of her. The seal of their sex was so tight that he actually did pop out of her. The sound was like a cork being drawn from a bottle of fine wine. Then she lowered herself again, only this time she made his cock disappear into her ass. Owyn cried out as she pushed him into her tight, pink opening.

Somehow, this was even tighter, even better than her pussy. He'd never done this before, never been in a woman's ass, and the pleasure immediately blew his mind, threatened to blow him away. She began riding him again, accepting his entire length into her.

“How's that?” she asked.

“Lyra-I can't-oh man...fuck!” he moaned.

“Come for me, baby,” she whispered huskily. “Come for Lyra. Give me your seed.”

He started letting off. As before, he could feel the orgasm pulse through his entire body. It was more powerful than with Krystal or Kira or anyone else he had ever made love with. It almost felt like he had been picked up by a powerful wind and was being tossed across the horizon, or like he was floating in water, caught in some insane storm. He dug his fingernails into her ass and her hips while he came, his dick spasming violently, shooting his seed directly into her tight ass. He heard her moaning through the haze of bliss that enveloped him.

When he finally came back down, he saw that she had taken him out of her and was now laying down beside him, running a hand across his chest.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

“I feel...drained. Exhausted. Like...” he yawned suddenly and powerfully. “Like I've been walking for days with no break, but very, deeply satisfied...did you do something to me?” he asked, mildly.

Lyra smiled and kissed him. “Sort of. I don't know if your girlfriend told you, but vampires feed in many different ways. Yes, the most traditional way is by taking blood, but we can take life force or life energy or what have you in many different forms. Sex is actually great way to extract the energy that helps sustain us. Now, don't worry, you aren't...tainted or infected or anything. I didn't harm you in any way. You'll just be...very tired for a little while. But you don't have to worry, you and Krystal and Kira are in a safe place and we can take care of you. You can sleep here.” She then sat up and stared directly into his eyes.

“Do you understand?” she asked.

He was so incredibly sleepy, but he made himself focus. “Yes...” he replied. “I...it was a fair trade,” he said. “The sex...it was...”

“I know,” she said, smiling, then she kissed him again. “I try to make it good. Now, how about you get some sleep? I need a bath.”

“Wait,” he said. Something had been bugging him.

“Yes?”

“Earlier...the girl at the door wanted to know if I'd be going upstairs, instead of downstairs, but Krystal didn't like that. What would have happened if I'd gone upstairs?”

Lyra frowned. “Oh...well, sometimes men and women are brought to us...usually men. They're, well...they're the kind of people who...need to be punished, shall we say. Evil men and evil women. And, upstairs, they get what's coming to them. We drain them dry. We suck out all of their life energy until they die,” Lyra explained. She seemed uncomfortable.

“Oh...good thing I didn't go upstairs,” Owyn said. He yawned again. It was a real task to keep his eyes open.

“Yes, it is. You're a good man, I can sense it...here comes your girlfriend. She's going to be drained, too. Sleep.”

And then Lyra was gone, and Krystal was climbing into bed with him. It was an effort, but they managed to get beneath the blankets and curl up together in the warmth. Krystal was smiling, her eyes closed, on the brink of sleep.

“See? It was good,” she said.

“Yes, very good,” Owyn replied. “Thank you for this.”

“You're welcome.”

She kissed him, once, then they slept.

CHAPTER IV

When Owyn woke up after a night of hard sex with an insanely hot vampire, he felt more awake and alive than he had in a long while.

His eyes seemed to pop open and he was instantly awake and aware. He was apparently lying in the most comfortable bed in the land. He was completely naked, and kind of sticky, but otherwise he felt like a thousand gold coins. Evidently sex with a vampire was an excellent decision. Owyn sat up and rubbed his eyes, then he looked around for Krystal. She wasn't in the bed with him, nor was she in the other bed.

In fact, the other bed was empty, no vampire prostitutes, either.

Nearby, he heard water sloshing. Owyn glanced over at the huge sunken tub and saw Krystal submerged in the water. As he began climbing out of bed, she looked over at him and smiled when she saw him standing.

“Hey you,” she said amiably. “Come here, handsome. Join me.”

“Gladly,” Owyn replied.

He walked across the room and lowered himself into the heated water. Krystal crossed the tub and embraced him, hugging him tightly, rubbing her large, bare, wet breasts against him. He laughed and kissed her.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

“Amazing. Like, really amazing,” he replied.

Krystal smiled and nodded. “Yeah. That's one of the big benefits of fucking a vampire. In the morning, you feel fantastic. Side effect of the sex and their minute little life drain spell.” Her smile faded a bit. “The other side effect is that it's now the day after tomorrow.”

“Wait...what?” Owyn replied.

“Yeah, you slept for about twenty four hours. We both did.”

“Oh...well, it was worth it then,” Owyn said with a shrug. He grabbed a sponge and began to wash himself off.

Krystal laughed. “That's what I love about you. You're so...carefree. You roll with the punches and don't let things bother you.”

“I try,” Owyn replied.

He began to clean her off as well, running the soapy sponge over her body, her shoulders, her back, her bountiful, pale breasts...

“You horny?” she asked.

“Yeah, I am, what about you?”

“Yep.”

He smiled and kissed her and began groping her breasts. That's when he heard someone clear their throat. Both of them snapped their heads over and saw the woman from before, the lady who ran Suck Lust, Mistress Laura, standing at the edge of the sunken pool. Owyn's eyes went from her to the door, then around the room. There were no windows, and that was the only door, and it was still firmly closed against the outside world.

“I apologize for startling you,” she said.

“I...you nearly gave me a heart attack,” Owyn replied, for a moment too frightened to speak. He had never had someone truly sneak up on him like that. From her silent and unusually pale demeanor, he suspected that Krystal hadn't either.

Mistress Laura smiled. “One of the many benefits of being a vampire...especially one of so many decades and centuries. I'm sorry for intruding on your...morning glory, but as I sensed it was near, I figured I had a small window of time. You see, I have a request.”

“Uh...oh, what is it?” Owyn replied, feeling inarticulate and stupid. Krystal was keeping quiet with something like reverence, so he supposed it was up to him to do the talking.

Mistress Laura smiled wider. “I'm an old woman. Although my body is still young...relatively speaking, my mind has aged a great deal. As you can imagine, I've seen a lot. And, working in a brothel, I've seen a lot of sex. The handsomest men, the prettiest women...I've seen it all.” She stopped for a moment, and sighed softly, and her smile faded. “Sex doesn't do much for me these days. I've had the strongest men, the most talented women, lords and ladies have knelt before me, in between my legs. Warriors and artists and aristocrats...

“Anyway, my point, young man and young woman, is that not a lot excites me anymore. So when I encounter something that does excite me, well...I pursue it. And you, young Owyn, have excited me in a way not experienced in a long while.”

“I...well, thank you, ma'am,” Owyn replied, still feeling dazed.

Her smile returned. “You're welcome. I was wondering if the two of you might indulge me. I was wondering...if the two of you might make love to me.”

Owyn glanced over at Krystal, who stared back at him, and gave a little nod of her head. She was in, though Owyn had an idea that in her mind, there was really no other option. When a thousand year old vampire lord came to you and asked you to fuck them...it wasn't really a request. Owyn looked back at Laura.

She was very attractive, and if last night with Lyra was any indication of the magnitude of sex he was going to have with her...

Well, he didn't want to say no.

“Yes, Mistress, we would enjoy the pleasure and the honor,” he replied.

Laura smiled wider. “Handsome and polite.” She nodded her head. “Join me, then, in bed, and we'll have some fun.”

She began undressing as Owyn and Krystal hauled themselves up out of the tub. They quickly dried off. While he toweled himself off, Owyn studied Laura's body. Somehow, she was already naked, out of her intricate lace dress.

She had the body of a goddess.

Laura was actually quite tall, at least as tall as he was, maybe an inch or two more. Her hair was long, flowed like a river and was the color of a starless midnight sky. Her skin was an almost glowing pale color, as white as undisturbed snow in the brilliant sunshine. And her blue eyes...they seemed almost like deep, blue wells that contained some dangerous intellect. Owyn imagined that she was several times smarter than he was. Her body was, like Lyra before her, somehow both trim, slim, and athletic...and yet very busty. Her thighs were thick, her hips were broad, her ass was well-padded, and her breasts were large and bountiful, topped with dark pink nipples. She was, Owyn found himself thinking, really like some kind of deity.

“Come,” she said, not quite a command, but certainly not a suggestion.

Owyn and Krystal followed her over to the bed. The three of them got into it, and Laura laid down in the center while Owyn laid on her right and Krystal to her left. He ran a hand over one of her large breasts, gently massaging it. She looked over at him and they began kissing. He saw Krystal lower her head and began sucking on the nipple of her other breast. Mistress Laura let out a small sound of pleasure.

It came to Owyn then that this must be what it was like for Krystal and Kira when they lay on either side of him for a threesome.

Her lips were a bit cold, but not actually unpleasant. The tongue she slipped into his mouth was not exactly a normal tongue. It was elongated slightly and a bit thin. She continued kissing him deeply until, suddenly, she broke away and looked at Krystal.

“Pleasure me,” she said.

Krystal apparently immediately understood this ambiguous statement, nodded once, and slipped down in between Laura's pale, thick thighs. The Mistress spread her legs for Krystal, who buried her face in the woman's pale, hairless crotch, and began eating her out vigorously. Laura bit her lip and let out a low moan.

“Good girl,” she whispered, running her long fingers through Krystal's crimson hair.

Then she went back to kissing Owyn, occasionally moaning quietly into the kiss as Krystal hit a sensitive spot. After another moment of this, she broke away.

“Suck my breasts,” she said.

Owyn nodded tightly and shifted position. He took one of her dark pink nipples into his mouth and began sucking on it, gently at first, then more powerfully. Laura let out a long, contented 'ahhhhhh' as he did this.

“You two are just what I needed,” she whispered, more to herself than them.

Owyn kept sucking on her right breast, then shifted to the other one, giving it a similar treatment. Laura seemed to be enjoying herself greatly. She continued to gently massage the back of Krystal's head as she gave her oral pleasure.

Abruptly, she said, “Owyn, make love to me.”

Owyn nodded to her and Krystal got out of the way, sitting to the side while Owyn got in between her legs. He looked up and down the length of her pale body, marveling at it, then he guided his cock into her tight, wet opening. He gasped as he pushed it all the way inside and felt her vaginal muscles tighten and clench, gripping his dick firmly. He began making love to her, plowing into her tight pussy, slowly at first, because of how tight it was, but working up power and speed as she became wetter and wetter.

“Yes...oh that's it...” Laura whispered. “Gods, it's been ages...” she moaned.

Owyn continued fucking her furiously, thrusting madly into her, unable to keep himself from doing anything less. He could feel that it was what she wanted. She wanted to be pounded, that she wanted to be fucked as hard as possible, at least for the moment, and he could practically feel his body responding all on its own to this need. Laura began moaning, quietly at first, then more loudly as she stared up at him, catching his eyes with her own steely, intense gaze. He felt like a fish caught in a net. He could not look away.

“Stop,” Laura said suddenly, and he did, instantly. “Pull out. I want to be on my hands and knees.” She looked at Krystal. “If you lie on your back, I will pleasure you beyond your wildest dreams,” she said.

Krystal simply nodded.

They all re-positioned themselves on the bed. Krystal laid on her back, with her head on the pillow and her legs spread open wide, thick thighs looking beautiful, pussy glistening in the flickering candlelight. Laura got onto her hands and knees and lowered her head towards Krystal's pussy. Owyn got into position behind her, staring reverently at the big, white expanse of her ass, then running his hands over its slightly cool surface. Her pussy was open to him and very wet now. He pushed himself against her and slid into it.

He heard her moan. “Good boy,” she said. “Fuck me until I orgasm, then you may, yourself, orgasm within me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Owyn replied.

He began fucking her.

She cried out, then she lowered her head and began to pleasure Krystal, who started to scream in absolute ecstasy. Owyn thought about that magic vampire tongue, thought about the way it could change shape and length, and imaged that the Mistress was literally fucking Krystal with her tongue. The idea only made him hornier.

And wasn't some kind of strange magic happening to him, too?

He should have blown his load by now. The pleasure was insane, the way she was gripping his cock, like Lyra had done the night before, but even better. Was she somehow keeping him from coming? It certainly seemed possible, and it was for the best. He couldn't imagine blowing his load early with someone like Laura and walking away from it unscathed. But he wanted desperately to come, wanted desperately to have this orgasm, because his body was becoming tired. Even in his replenished state, he could feel the sex taking its toll on him.

So he did what he always did when he needed a woman to finish.

He reached forward, around, and down. Finding her clit, he began to rub it, gently at first, then more vigorously, in smaller circles, then back and forth. He heard her gasp, felt a shudder of pure pleasure ripple through her.

Krystal began to cry out even louder, not bothering at all to hold back.

He realized she was having her own orgasm.

Halfway through this, she suddenly stopped screaming and went limp. For a cold second, Owyn thought she had died. But then he saw her breasts still shifting, her chest still rising and falling. He realized she had passed out.

“Don't worry,” Laura said. “She will be fine. And so will you.”

And then she let out a long, low moan, and he felt a hot gush of fluids, felt the clenching of her vaginal muscles become so tight that he actually began to worry about them crushing his dick. And then he was coming, too.

Immediately, his breath was sucked away, his vision began to black out.

The pleasure was unlike anything he'd ever felt before.

He could feel his body convulsing, twisting, writhing in such a luxurious, raw, unfiltered bliss that it almost felt like he was melting. Every fiber of his being sang with his orgasm. He was faintly aware of himself shouting hoarsely.

And then he was done and collapsing onto the bed.

His final thought before giving in and passing out was: Dammit, now I have to take another bath. And then he was gone.

…

Owyn looked up at the front of Suck Lust as he stepped out the main door. It was weird to think how intimidating the place had been when he’d first seen it. He glanced back down as Krystal took his hand. It was a decently bright day out, as the same mist he’d seen before was still there, though not as strong as the night before.

“All right, friends, it’s been fun, but I’ve got to go,” Kira said.

She stepped out of Suck Lust and stood before them. She looked really fucking good today. Although he was probably thinking that at least somewhat because they’d had a threesome this morning and damn was she good at sex. But he also knew it was because Kira really was a very beautiful, confident woman.

“It’s been so good to see you,” Krystal said, letting go of his hand and hugging her tightly.

“You, too, Krystal,” Kira replied. She gave Krystal a firm kiss on the mouth, then favored Owyn with a similar treatment. “And you as well, cutie.”

“It’s, uh, been really nice to be with you,” he replied, suddenly not sure what to say.

Kira laughed. “You’re so cute,” she said. “I’m sure we’ll run into each other in the future. Farewell for now, friends.”

“Farewell for now,” Krystal replied.

Owyn watched her go, then turned to look at Krystal. “So, uh...now what?” he asked.

She smirked. “Well, how about we hit up the local necromancy guild, get my assignments out of the way, then have a long night of hot, filthy sex? Then do it again? And again?”

“That...that sounds really nice,” he replied, grinning foolishly at her.

“Yes it does. Come on, Owyn.”

He took her hand again and they walked into Mist.

…

It had been a good day.

Honestly, it had been a good three weeks.

He and Krystal were walking through the small village of Haven. It was the latest in Krystal's never-ending list of places she needed to go and things she needed to do. They had finished up their final task at the beginning of the day, helping lay a lost soul to rest at the local graveyard. It had been quite a sight to see and Krystal had been very good at it. It was not long after that, when the pair were catching lunch in a gazebo at a local park, that they had finally had their conversation. A conversation as important as it was unhappy.

“We need to talk,” Krystal had begun.

“What about?” Owyn asked, a bit hesitantly.

“I...want to be alone again.” Neither of them spoke for a long moment after that. “I'm sorry...”

“No, it's okay, it's fine...” Owyn had been relieved. He actually let out a sigh of relief. “I do, too,” he'd said.

“Really?”

“Yes! I was afraid to tell you...ha, I guess we aren't that good at sticking to the truth.”

“Yeah, I guess so...it's just, I like being alone. Don't get me wrong, I really really like being with you, you're easily the greatest guy I've ever traveled with, but I've just gotten so used to being alone that it's kind of what I want. At least for awhile. I wouldn't be adverse to seeing you again, if our paths ever crossed in the future.”

“I agree completely. You're fantastic, a great woman, Krystal. But I'd like to try going wherever I want to go, go on some adventures...”

“I understand.”

After that conversation, things had been a lot less tense, a lot more relaxed. They'd decided to enjoy one more day and night together, and part company the following morning. They'd spent most of the day walking around town, seeing the sights, purchasing materials for their upcoming journeys and finally, when the sun began drawing towards the horizon, they started heading back towards the necromancer's hall they were sharing a room in. The day had been pretty light and casual, but there had been a slow tension building all day. As the hours went by, the pressure began to grow, though neither said anything.

They both knew they were waiting for the night.

For the time they could crawl into bed together.

Normally the pair didn't have a problem with waiting and keeping their hands off of each other. If they wanted to have sex, they usually found a way to do it. But today was special and different. Owyn wanted to savor the build-up, the tension, and could tell that Krystal did too. So now, here they were, both of them practically trembling with anticipation as they walked down the cobblestone street towards the necromancer's hall.

Neither spoke as they finished their walk, coming up the heavy stone steps and the grimly lit lobby. They ignored the handful of necromancers in the entry room, who were ignoring them right back, and walked quickly to the dormitories wing. Their paces hastened as their anticipation grew. They reached the door, opened it and stepped inside. As soon as the door was closed and locked, Krystal snapped off a soundproofing spell and Owyn began to undress. He always thought Krystal would be faster at undressing than him, since he had on armor and clothes, but then he remembered how tight and intricate her lace and leather outfit was.

The result was they both got naked at about the same time.

For a second, they both simply stood there, about arms' length apart, staring at each other, perhaps memorizing the sight. He took her all in. Her deathly pale flesh. Her huge, perfectly sculpted breasts and soft pink nipples. Her thick thighs and wonderfully full, round hips. Her soft stomach and the smooth baldness of her vagina.

Then they practically leaped at each other.

They wrapped their arms around each other and pressed their lips together. Owyn loved the feeling of her immense, bare breasts pressing against his chest. He began groping her ass, squeezing and massaging it as she shoved her tongue into his mouth, twining it with his own. She began tugging on him, guiding him across the room, towards their bed in the corner, unwilling to break contact. They kept kissing and groping until they both fell onto the bed. Both of them quickly re-positioned themselves, lying in the middle of the bed and pressing their lips together, sharing their saliva, twining their tongues together.

Finally, Krystal broke away and caught her breath. “Eat me?” she asked.

“Yeah, definitely,” he replied, pushing her over onto her back.

“Thanks,” she said, smiling at him.

He wanted to make this one a good one. One that she would remember. She laid on her back and spread her legs for him. Owyn ran his hands over her thick, pale thighs until his thumbs met in the middle, over her vagina. He gently spread the lips of her pussy and leaned in, letting his hot breath come out slowly and whisper across the soft pink flesh there. He felt her body tense up and then a shudder of anticipation shivered through her. He kept this up for a good thirty seconds, keeping her in waiting, listening to her groan.

“Come on...” she moaned.

He touched the tip of his tongue to the small nub of her clit.

She let out a long, pleasured moan in response, reaching down and running her fingers through his hair. He began massaging her clit with just the tip of his tongue, causing her to groan even louder, her hips making small thrusts in mild frustration. After several minutes of this, he suddenly used the entirety of his tongue, licking rapidly up the entire length of her sensitive skin. This elicited a very loud shriek of raw pleasure from Krystal.

“YES! OH FUCK YES THAT’S WHAT I WANTED!” she cried.

He did this for another few minutes, then began using his lower lip as well, and slipped two fingers inside of her, fucking her with his fingers, pushing up into her most sensitive of spots. She moaned and panted, desperately begging for more. Almost as soon as he started doing this, she began to orgasm. He felt a hot wave of sex juices escape her pussy, spraying his jaw and cheeks and shoulders and chest.

But he wasn't finished yet.

He kept going as her orgasmed finished. She moaned tiredly, no longer moving around, flopped bonelessly onto the bed. He continued pleasuring her, working until his fingers and jaw and tongue were tired, but was rewarded with a second orgasm, this one even more powerful. It seemed to surprise her, as she let out a hoarse, startled shout of pure pleasure and raw bliss as another spray of feminine liquid escaped her pussy.

This time, he sat up and flopped back onto the bed.

“Wow,” Krystal said when she had control over herself. “Now that was one to go out on,” she said, grinning at him. “Made me cry from pleasure,” she added, wiping her eyes.

“Good,” Owyn replied.

“Now, I've got a question. I want to give you one to remember. There's something I've been waiting for you to ask about, but I'm not sure if you'd be interested...”

“What is it?” Owyn asked, his attention garnered. He sat up.

“Anal,” Krystal replied. “Are you against it?”

“Oh...no, not at all. I'd love to. I tried it with Lyra, the vampire hooker, and it was amazing.”

“Well, if you'd want, I found some lube today. I can let you do it to me,” she said.

“Okay, that'd be really great. I'd appreciate that.”

“Good! Lay down and I'll take care of you.”

They switched positions. Owyn watched in sexual excitement as Krystal leaned down and then looked up at him, locking his eyes with hers. She gripped his dick and leaned in, running her tongue up the bottom length of his dick and across that particularly sensitive spot at the base of the head. She let out a small moan and began licking the head of his cock repeatedly. He let out a groan of his own as he watched her work.

Krystal was particularly good at this part.

She did this for a solid minute, licking all sides, from all angles, then popped it into her mouth and began sucking on it while rapidly bobbing her head. She was good at this part, too. Really good at it. Owyn moaned and began bunching up the blanket in his squeezing hands. He finally reached down and placed his hand on the back of her head, then began fucking her in the mouth. Krystal let him, because she knew he liked it, and he felt his dick hit the back of her throat several times. She took it very well.

He let his hand fall away and she wrapped her own long, slender fingers around his shaft and started jacking him off and sucking him off at the same time, really getting to work. He groaned loudly, crying out her name repeatedly. The sexual tension of the day was so powerful that it didn't take him long to orgasm. Owyn moaned as he felt the pleasure explode through him. His dick began to throb and spasm uncontrollably as he began letting off in Krystal's mouth. She didn't miss a beat, continuing to suck and work his dick.

He moaned as he shot his load practically down her throat. Krystal worked his cock, sucking every last drop out until his orgasm had run its course and she'd sucked him dry. After swallowing, she slowly took his cock out of her mouth and smiled up at him.

“Feeling better, handsome?” she asked.

“You have no idea,” Owyn replied, exhaling a heavy sigh.

She smirked. “Oh, I have something of an idea,” she said.

She had a point, he figured. For now, he simply laid there as she got up off the bed and walked over to a water pitcher, gargled and spat. He did, however, find the strength to lift his head and stare at her huge, thick, pale ass as she did this. She finished cleaning her mouth out and came back and crawled in bed.

For a moment, they simply laid there, basking in the post-orgasm glow for awhile, just enjoying each other's company.

Then Owyn placed a hand on Krystal's breast and began squeezing and groping it, and then he began playing with her nipple, and soon they were kissing passionately once more. Owyn felt himself stiffening again. As soon as Krystal felt it poking into her leg, she glanced down, then looked back up at him.

“I guess it's time,” she said.

He grinned. “I guess so.”

They both got up. Krystal got on her hands and knees, presenting her huge, pale ass to him. He stared at her glistening pink pussy, wet and ready for him. He got up close to her, balancing on his knees, then guided his cock slowly inside of her. She gasped and then moaned loudly as she accepted his length. He began sliding in and out, not wanting to force it all into her too fast, and kept this up until she had accepted all of his hard inches.

“Oh yes!” she cried.

He began fucking her harder, listening to the sound of their skin slapping together. The pleasure burned through him. He put his hands on her huge ass, feeling her up as he fucked her, burying himself inside of her over and over again.

He continued fucking her for several more minutes, then, suddenly, she raised her head and said, “put it in my ass!”

Owyn was all too happy to oblige her.

He pulled his cock out of her pussy and she passed the lube back to him. It was a large glass bottle filled with pink glop. He got some out, rubbed his dick down with it, put the glass bottle aside, and then put the tip of his dick up against her tight pink opening. She let out a soft moan as he pushed the head in.

“Go slow...” she moaned quietly.

He went slow, working it in bit by bit, gasping at the surprising amount of pleasure he was getting from it. Her ass was so tight and it was a different texture than her pussy. It was definitely hotter. He kept going in and out, working a little bit deeper each time, keeping his movements slow and careful so as not to hurt Krystal.

Finally, he was all the way inside of her huge, tight, pale ass.

He groaned as he started really fucking her up the ass. She let out a long, low moan. “Ohhh, I forgot how nice that feels...” she moaned.

“I wish I'd asked for this earlier,” Owyn groaned.

He continued having anal sex with Krystal, pushing it deep into her thick, well-padded ass, moaning in raw pleasure and utter sexual bliss. He couldn't believe how good it felt. The drag on his cock was incredible. He wanted it to keep going, but he also really wanted to shoot his load into her ass. He began fucking her faster, allowing the pleasure to build up within him. He kept going until it threatened to overwhelm him...

Then he let go.

He cried out as his orgasm exploded deep inside of him. It was like he'd been struck by lightning. Owyn moaned and hunched forward as his dick really began to kick and pulse and spasm. It felt even more powerful than usual because of how tight Krystal's ass was. He stayed like that for awhile, his body feeling frozen where it was as the orgasm ran its course, filling him with what felt like some kind of ultra-powerful pleasure spell. His whole body felt like it was floating in a pink sea of absolute, raw bliss.

Finally, he was finished, and he slowly pulled his dick out of her ass.

“How was that?” she asked after collapsing forward.

“One for the history books,” he replied.

She smiled and climbed down the bed to snuggle up next to him. “That's how it should be...” she was silent for a moment. “I'll miss you.”

“I'll miss you, too. Terribly.”

Krystal smiled and kissed him. “I'm sure we'll see each other again.”

CHAPTER V

He was on the road to a little village called Stone.

Krystal, who said that she wanted him to continue to enjoy sexual freedom, had informed him that, in her travels, she had heard of a paladin, a powerful female warrior, who, unlike the rest of her order, was very sexually liberated. She slept around very freely, but didn't see as much action as she'd like, given the fact that she was a tall, well-built woman who could just as easily kick a man's ass as suck his dick.

Her name was Lydia.

He'd spent the past two days asking around for her, and someone had pointed him towards a small village called Stone. Apparently, she was there, dealing with some kind of problem. Owyn didn't really have a plan. He was just going to track her down, talk to her and...see what happened. Before his time spent with Krystal and Kira and the lovely vampire ladies, he wouldn't even really be considering doing something like this.

Fantasizing? Yes.

Actually doing? No.

But Krystal had changed him. She had awoken in him something that had likely been dormant for a long time, only rearing its head occasionally, during his brushes with the opposite sex back in his little village by the sea. But Krystal had liberated him sexually, had ignited a passion, not just for sex, but for sexual adventure, sexual joy and exploration. When he was with Krystal, he'd gone into each situation with more than the singular goal of just trying to get off. He enjoyed the full experience, the close connection, physically and emotionally, and, of course, he loved the challenge of getting his partner off, which was a reward all its own.

Up ahead, he could see the first hints of the village. A farmstead stood off to the right side of the road and, on the opposite side, another one. The outskirts of Stone. He passed along them, just another traveler on the road, lost in thought. How many times had he seen men and women in armor and heavily traveled, well-worn clothing passing through Fish View? How many times had he been on the wondering ending, trying to imagine the lives these adventurers and warriors and travelers must be leading? What interesting things must be happening to them in between towns, out in the wilderness that encompassed most of the land?

And now here he was, finally on the other end, through the looking glass, as it were. He was that adventurer. And although he hadn't had any of the adventures like he used to imagine, (Owyn had seen himself fighting undead hordes, titanic Minotaurs, perhaps slaying werewolves or rescuing innocent villagers from ravenous marauders), he certainly had been having an adventure out here. And now that adventure was continuing.

Now he was closer to the village proper. Owyn came up to a rise in the road and stood atop it, looking down at the village. He spied a sprawl of perhaps a hundred buildings of stone and wood, spread out from the central mass of the immense stone brick castle where the local lord ruled from. It looked like a nice little village, perhaps the size of Fish View, maybe a little smaller. He spied the squat, square structure of a guard post not far ahead. A pair of guards in dull, grubby leather armor waited for him, looking bored.

“Hello,” one said as he approached. “It's my duty to warn you sir, that we are currently experiencing a bit of dangerous trouble from the local graveyard.”

“Undead,” the other one said. “Bit of a problem.”

“For your own safety, you see?”

“Oh...well, I'm actually looking for someone,” Owyn replied.

“Oh yeah, who?” the first asked.

“A paladin. Her name is-”

“Lady Lydia. Oh, you must've found the summons for help we put out as well. What are you, wandering warrior? Sword for hire?” the second man asked.

“Um...yes,” Owyn replied. He realized that it was at least partially true, and it would be a lot simpler to say yes than to explain that he was looking to get laid. “Can you point me towards her?” he asked.

“Yeah, just head on up the road. She's staying at the Wilde Inn, though I don't know how long she'll be there. Word was she was getting ready to deal with the problem pretty soon,” the first guard explained to him.

“Got it. Thanks,” Owyn replied.

He headed past the guard post and up the road, which looked as though someone had once begun to lay cobblestones, then got bored or ran out of stones and gave up. Owyn passed several single-story, thatched roof houses along the way. He noticed that a few people out in their front yards looked at him with strangely hopeful eyes and at once he began to feel bad. He was just here to try and score but...well, maybe he could have his first 'real' adventure as a traveling warrior, (which was what he always envisioned himself as.)

They had said the problem was in the graveyard, which meant that there was a good chance it involved undead. Which should be fun. He'd had a lot of dreams about battling zombies and skeletons in deep, dark graveyards, smiting evil and putting the dead back to rest. Perhaps Lady Lydia would enjoy some company and help.

Up ahead, Owyn spied the rising structure of what must have been the Wilde Inn. It was the only two story building in view. The front door was open and the place had a cozy, homey feel to it. He walked up the front steps and stepped in through the door. The ground floor was taken up largely by tables and chairs. There was a bar to one side and a fireplace to the other. Everything was clean and well lit, a great inn.

There were only a handful of people around. Owyn walked up to the man behind the bar, a tall, thin man in brown clothing.

“What can I do for you, son?” he asked.

“I'm looking for a paladin, Lady Lydia,” Owyn replied.

“Ah...aren't you a bit young to be hunting zombies?” the man asked, a slight teasing tone creeping into his voice.

Owyn didn't let himself be bothered. “No,” he replied simply.

The man laughed. “Well, I can't argue with that. And we appreciate the help, honestly. Don't know how much longer they can keep them contained in there and I can hear the damned things at nightfall...” he shuddered unhappily. “Anyway, she's upstairs in her room. Second to last door on the left. I'd advise you knock loud and clear, she isn't the kind you sneak up on. Real badass warrior type, you know?”

“Got it,” Owyn replied. “Thanks.”

“You going to be needing a room?” the man asked.

“I'm not sure, I guess it depends on how things go,” Owyn replied.

The man nodded. “Well, look no further. This is the only inn in town. Or, at least, the only one worth staying at! We've got great beds and you get at least one meal free...though, if you help clear out our zombie problem, you can eat here free for a week! Those things are driving off my business and I'm losing gold,” he explained.

“I'll keep that in mind,” Owyn said.

He headed across the room, navigating through the field of chairs and tables, and found the broad stairwell at the back. Owyn hurried up it, feeling eager and excited and nervous all at once. Was he really just going to approach this woman and straight up ask her for sex? Krystal had advised him that it was probably the best way to initiate the conversation and, hopefully, get her to agree. That wasn't how sexual encounters normally went, though. There was sort of well...sort of a dance to it. A checklist that needed to be completed.

You needed to ask the woman out, take her to dinner, perhaps a walk around town, maybe get her a gift. It varied from girl to girl but it all amounted to the same. If she decided that you'd done well enough and she liked you, (and if she wasn't too conservative), she'd take you somewhere isolated for a roll in the hay as it were.

Owyn had always felt a mild frustration at that. It wasn't that he minded taking girls out. Quite the opposite, he enjoyed the dates, enjoyed conversations and time spent with the girls he took out. It was just that...it all sort of felt like a lie. Why couldn't he come out and ask the question outright? Even if the answer was, I'd like to take you out on a date to get to know you first, he would happily accept it. Because at least then it would all be out in the open. It was all too easy for there to be social missteps or miscommunications when everything was so...vague and subtle. Why not just cut through the social shroud and ask an honest question?

What was wrong with the question: Would you be interested in having sex with me?

That was exactly what Owyn found himself doing as he found Lady Lydia's door and rapped firmly on it three times. He expected there to be a demand to know who was there, but instead he heard a few heavy footfalls and then the door was yanked firmly open. Owyn found himself staring at a very tall, well-built woman. She had on a simple set of traveling clothes. She was indeed tall, taller even than Owyn was by several inches. She had short brunette hair that hung just above her shoulders, a tanned, weathered face that, despite a small nest of wrinkles around her eyes and a long, mean scar down one side of her face, was very attractive. Sharp green eyes studied Owyn, sliding up and down the length of his body.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“My name is Owyn Fisher. I'm a...traveling warrior. Uh, can I come in?” he replied.

She frowned, considering this for a moment, then nodded sharply and stepped aside. He stepped in and she closed the door behind him.

“What do you want?” she asked, crossing the room and beginning the process of pulling on a large set of chainmail.

“I...uh...well...” here he hesitated. Should he lie? Tell the truth? He was never very good at lying, and besides, he'd been taught never to lead women on, to tell them the blunt truth if at all possible. So that's what he did.

“I was hoping to have sex with you,” he said.

She stopped putting on her armor, turned, and stared at him. Finally, she asked, “How old are you, Owyn?”

“Eighteen, ma'am.”

“I figured...and you want to sleep with me?” she asked. “How'd you hear about me?”

“I was...I was traveling with a necromancer. A Sister of Death. We...bonded. When we parted company, she told me about you.”

Lydia smiled. “I like the Sisters of Death. I've done a fair amount of work with them. Great women, usually...” She studied him once more, then finished pulling on her armor. “You any good with a sword?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Trained up for over two years.”

“Training's one thing, experience is another.”

“That's true.”

She finished pulling on her armor, then again turned to regard him with her quiet, steady gaze. “Why do you want to have sex with me?” she asked.

“You're very attractive,” he replied.

“But you didn't know that. This is the first time you've seen me, as far as I know. You found me based on rumor, and the rumors about me aren't very nice. I know what the men say about me, I'm not stupid,” she said.

“I...I liked the idea of you. A tall, strong, competent warrior woman. The idea turned me on. And, well, the necromancer told me you'd probably be willing to sleep with me if I asked,” Owyn explained, shifting nervously under her strong gaze.

“Tell you what,” she said finally. “Help me clear out the rest of these zombies and cover me while I perform my purification rite, and if we're both still alive and have all our bits attached at the end of it, I'll take you back here and show you a good time.”

Here, she stuck out her hand. Owyn looked at it. It was a big hand. Suddenly excited and intent on seeing this through to the end, he stuck out his own hand, took hers and shook it. She had a firm grip and her hands were heavily callused.

“Good. It's been a while since I've had a partner, though I've never had one quite so young,” Lydia said as she walked back across the room and grabbed a broadsword. Owyn marveled at the thing. It was huge.

“How old are you?” he asked. “Uh...if you don't mind me asking.”

Lydia snorted. “I don't care. I'm thirty seven,” she replied. Owyn couldn't think of anything to say. She glanced over at him and smirked. “Oldest woman you'll have had sex with?” she asked.

“Well...no, technically not,” he replied.

“Oh? You don't seem that well traveled, if you know what I mean.”

“I...well, my Sister of Death companion took me to a vampire brothel and we ended up having a threesome with the head vampire mistress.”

“Wait...vampire brothel? You mean Suck Lust?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“You had a threesome...with Mistress Laura?” she asked. Owyn nodded. She let out a long, low appreciative whistle, staring at him with a new gaze. “Well, I'll be damned, kid, I take it back. I've been through Suck Lust more times than I care to count. I started hanging out around there when I was in my early twenties.”

“You are a paladin, right?” Owyn asked.

“Ha, yeah, I know, what's a paladin doing hanging out in a vampire whorehouse? I'm not a normal paladin. I started out young, at your age, actually...” She sighed. “It's a long, sad story. Walk with me, it's almost sundown and we'll be able to do our thing. I'll tell you on the way.” Lydia gathered up a few more things from around the room and then led him back out into the corridor. “I'm Lydia, by the way.”

“Glad to meet you,” Owyn replied, not sure what else to say.

“If all goes well tonight, you'll be very glad to have met me,” she replied. She led him down the corridor. As she did, he glanced down and saw that she seemed to have a very big ass hidden inside her clothes and armor.

He imagined how it might look bare, how it might look with him driving into her, her bent over, pounding her over and over again...

They made their way downstairs, through the inn and back outside. The sun was definitely lower than when he'd first gotten into town. Darkness was coming, less than an hour off. Lydia began leading him through the city.

“I'll give you the short and quick version,” she said as they walked. “I was an orphan. My parents died during an undead uprising. When I was ten, I was taken in by the paladins. They trained me until I was seventeen, then my primary trainer took me out into the world. For the next three years, we traveled the lands, righting the wrongs, killing the undead...you get the idea. Then, during my twentieth year, my trainer and I received a summons for help at an isolated location from another group of paladins. We arrived...and were captured. It turned out that the paladins had gone rogue and were working with a group of necromancers who had turned to the darker arts. They wanted subjects, test subjects, to...expand their knowledge of dark sorcery. My trainer was killed. I very nearly died, but at the last minute, I was rescued by a passing band of warriors. They nursed me back to health and what I took away from this experience was that...no one was perfect.” They were getting close to the graveyard now, and Lydia sighed.

“I thought the paladins were infallible. And they betrayed me. And it was a group of men and women I would have previously deemed 'soulless blades for hire' that saved me. I left the paladins for several years, and ultimately I decided to go back to them...in name only. I wanted to prove that paladins could be good, I wanted to be the example other paladins followed, because I've seen more and more of them get wrapped up in their own belief in themselves, that they can't fail, that they're never wrong, and that's what ultimately leads a lot of them to abuse their power. They think, 'well, I can't be wrong...so this must be right.' No matter how fucked up they get...”

“Wow,” Owyn said.

“Yeah. It was nasty. So I don't do any of that 'high-and-mighty, holier-than-thou' bullshit. I sleep around, I get drunk, I curse, and yet, I still punish the wicked and help the innocent. That's kind of the whole point of, well...me,” Lydia said. “Also, if you haven't quite picked up on it yet, I don't hold back and I'm very blunt.”

“I appreciate the candor,” Owyn replied.

Lydia laughed. “Aren't you quite the diplomat? I think we'll get along fine, Owyn. Now, get ready, we're going to be fighting zombies soon.”

Owyn pulled his blade from its leather sheath on his hip. He hadn't actually had a chance to use the thing in real combat yet. He made himself calm down, relax, and then focus. He had trained for this for months, for years.

He could do this.

The graveyard was an imposing piece of land. For a moment, he had a clear view of the whole thing as he and Lydia walked up over a rise in the landscape. The graveyard took up a good portion of area and was surrounded by a large brick and mortar wall. Owyn spied several dozen gravestones spread out in little clusters and at the center of it all, dominating the cemetery, was a large structure constructed entirely in white brick.

He saw several dark shapes moving slowly and aimlessly around the yard. Then they walked down the rise and it all fell out of sight.

“Did they teach you about fighting the undead?” Lydia asked.

“Some,” Owyn replied.

“All you need to know is to cut off the heads. That doesn't work for all undead, but it will do nicely here,” she said.

“I can do that, I've been sharpening this thing for weeks,” Owyn replied.

She nodded tightly and hefted her own broadsword. It was a hell of a lot bigger than Owyn's regular sized blade. They marched down the hill, right up to the two huge, iron gates that had been shut and barred.

“Ready?” Lydia asked.

“Yeah, I'm ready,” Owyn replied.

Lydia took down the bar locking the gates into place and pushed them open. They creaked loudly. The sound was painful in the silence. Both of them walked into the graveyard, onto a dirt path that began at the gates, wound through the clusters of graveyards, and ended at the large white stone structure that looked grim and eerie in the weakening twilight. Lydia shut and barred the gate behind them and then set off.

Owyn followed after her, gathering his courage around him.

“We have to get to that structure,” Lydia said as they walked on. “I need to cast the spell from within it.”

“Got it,” Owyn replied.

They made it about halfway there before they ran into any real trouble. A small group of zombies, four of them, stumbled onto the path ahead. Lydia kept walking, but raised her blade. Owyn did as well. They split apart, each going a different direction, so they didn't get in each other’s ways. This was it, moment of truth...

One of the zombies, a man who had been buried in his best clothes several years ago, stumbled towards him, groaning, reaching for him, rotten fingers clenching and unclenching. For a second, he froze up, suddenly faced with the real-life terror of something actually wanting to murder him. Then, ahead of him, Lydia brought her sword around in a broad arc and decapitated two of the other zombies in one, clean swing.

That did it.

He raised his blade, brought it back, and then swung it around. The sharpened edge cut cleanly through the rotting meat of the neck and severing the head cleanly from the body. As the head tumbled off and hit the dirt, the body promptly followed suit, falling to its knees and toppling over. Lydia killed the remaining zombie.

“Not bad,” she said. “Come on, there's more to do.”

They started up the path again. It took about ten minutes to get to the building in the middle, and they had to kill another two groups of zombies. Owyn made a small face of disgust each time a splash of old blood sprayed him. He knew he'd need a good cleaning spell after tonight. Once they reached the white brick building, they spent another several minutes cleaning it out, as a handful of zombies had gathered inside.

“Okay, now what?” Owyn asked.

“Watch my ass while I perform the purification spell...I don't mean that literally, I need you to make sure none of them sneak up on me,” Lydia replied.

“Got it,” Owyn said.

She walked to the center of the building, which Owyn had come to recognize as a mausoleum, and placed her sword, tip down, in the exact center of the room. She held onto the blade, bowed her head, and began whispering fiercely and rapidly. A gentle, white glow began to emanate from her. Owyn turned away, towards the only entrance to the room. She would at least be easy to guard. Seconds began to pass, then minutes.

Owyn only had to do anything a single time, when a pair of zombies wandered up. He stabbed the first in the neck, severing the brain stem, then decapitated the second one. While waiting for a possible third one, he let out a small shout of surprise when a brilliant burst of white light briefly overwhelmed his vision. He felt a great warmth rush through him and he fell to one knee. As he was struggling to straighten back up, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“You okay there?” Lydia asked.

“I...yeah. It just...it felt good, warm, made me comfortably tired,” Owyn replied slowly as he stood up.

“Yeah, life-positive magic tends to do that. Come on, I did it. All the bodies have been freed of the dark energies that drove them. Now it's up to the townspeople to put their bodies back in their graves and keep this damned place safe.”

“What actually happened that caused this?” Owyn asked.

“Some idiot was screwing around with necromancy spells he purchased off a shady traveling merchant. The guy's locked up in the dungeon and probably will be for a while, given how much this is costing the village. Besides the fee they have to pay me, (and now you), they've also lost a lot of income from passing merchants, traveling warriors and the like, for the length of time this has been actually occurring, and for however long it will take rumors of the undead in this town to fully die off. This is going to be an unhappy place for awhile,” Lydia explained.

“Well that sucks,” Owyn murmured.

“Yep...but come on, it's a happy night for us. I need a meal and a bath and a good, hard fucking that you have more than earned. You did good out there, kid.”

“Thanks,” Owyn said, suddenly forgetting that he had just been fighting zombies, (a personal fantasy of his since he was eight), and remembering that he was now going to get to make love to a tall badass warrior babe (another personal fantasy of his since he'd been fourteen). The pair of them continued out of the graveyard, back towards the inn.

…

After a quick meeting with the Captain of the Guard, who grumbled about paying them but gave them each a bag of gold, Lydia led Owyn back to their inn, towards the basement. “They've got a few private bath areas down here,” she said.

“Really? Nice.”

“Yeah, I figured we could use a cleaning up after all that,” she said. “Come on.”

They got to the door and she pulled it open. Owyn followed her down a narrow stairwell, hardly able to contain his excitement. Not only had he gone on a real, actual adventure with zombies, but now he was going to get to make love to a beautiful, mature warrior woman. They came into a wooden hallway, lit dimly by flickering candlelight. Five doors awaited them, two on either side and one at the back. Lydia went straight for the one at the back. He followed. She opened the door and they went inside the room beyond.

Owyn looked around the room as Lydia closed and locked the door behind them. It was a fairly nice, cozy little area. Half of the room was taken up by a sunken tub, of a similar design to the ones he'd encountered at Suck Lust and the necromancer's guild hall. The water was clear, calm, and steaming slightly. It looked terribly inviting. Owyn began to strip, and watched as Lydia started to do the same.

They first got out of their armor, which Lydia instructed him to place in a corner, as well as his clothing. He did so, constantly being distracted by Lydia's own undressing. Soon, she was down to her underclothes, and before long, those were gone too. He watched as she took off her bra. It was a little bit like a shirt, it didn't hook in the back or front, but instead had to be pulled up and off. When she did this, she freed her immense breasts, which were noticeably paler than the rest of her. Owyn couldn't help but stare.

They were huge!

Easily the biggest one's he'd seen so far in his life. Then she turned around and rolled her panties down her legs, stepping up with one foot and then kicking them off with the other foot so that they flew into the pile of clothes she'd made. Her ass was equally enormous and pale. It was a thick, round, well-padded, full ass of immense and raw sexual power and beauty. And her thighs...she turned around, planting her big hands on her broad, round hips. Her thighs were thick with muscle and pressed together.

He could also see a hairless vagina.

“Well?” she asked. “You gonna finish getting undressed?”

“Uh...yeah. Yeah. Yes ma'am,” he replied stupidly.

She laughed. He finished stripping and tossed his clothing in the corner with hers as she'd instructed. Once he'd done that, she pointed a finger at the pile of clothing and armor, whispered a quick incantation, and then a small bolt of white magic shot from her fingertip. It hit the pile of cloth and metal and seemed to envelope it all.

“Neat little spell I picked up about fifteen years ago,” she said. “By the time we're finished up, all of our clothes and armor will be clean and fresh.”

“That's amazing,” Owyn replied. He glanced at the water. “Should we get in the tub now?”

“No, we're not having sex in the tub,” Lydia replied. She must have seen the look on his face. “Don't worry, Owyn. We're having sex, just not in the tub.”

“Oh...any particular reason? It's actually pretty nice.”

“I'm sure it is, but if you haven't noticed, I'm six foot three and I'm not exactly skinny,” Lydia replied, running her hands down the sides of her body. “I eat very well. I don't do so well in an enclosed space while also trying to fuck.”

“That...makes a lot of sense,” Owyn said.

Next to the sunken tub, on the floor, was a large mat that looked vaguely like a bed. Lydia laid down on it, lying on her side, holding her head up with one hand. She smiled up at him and patted the bed. “You coming, handsome?” she asked.

He responded by lying down next to her. She reached out, slipped a hand around the back of his neck, and pulled him over to her while she rolled over onto her back. Lydia pressed her big red lips against his and forced his mouth open, sliding her tongue in. Owyn let his hands wander over her body as he pressed up against her. As he kissed her, twining their tongues together, he began groping one of her huge breasts, feeling her nipple press into his palm as he began massaging it. She responded positively to his touch, pressing more firmly up against him. They continued making out as he let go of her breast and slid his hand around and down to her huge ass. He couldn't believe how much of it there was as he started feeling it up.

“Enjoying yourself?” she asked, breaking the kiss briefly.

“Immensely,” he replied.

Lydia laughed. “Good. Me too. It's been ages since I've been laid.”

“Oh really?” Owyn asked.

“Mmm, yeah. Way too long.”

“Well, in that case...”

He let go of her ass and slipped his finger in between her thighs, finding her clit and massaging it with his fingertip. Lydia gasped and opened her legs for him. “Oh Owyn!” she moaned, thrusting into his hand with her powerful hips.

“You like that, huh?” he asked, leaning down and sucking on one of her nipples.

“Oh yes!” she cried. “Oh, it's been so...so long!” she cried and then she was orgasming, her body twitching as a thick spray of feminine juices escaped her pussy. Owyn was surprised. He hadn't thought he was that good...

“Thank you,” Lydia gasped. “Really. Oh boy. It's been too long.” Then she sat up and smiled. “Your turn.”

Owyn laid back, resting his head on the soft lump at the end of the mat meant to serve as a pillow, and opened his legs for Lydia. She laid down in between them, staring at his dick, then she licked up the bottom of it and slipped it into her mouth, not wasting a second. He groaned as the pleasure hit him like a bolt of lightning. She sucked powerfully, sliding her lips rapidly up and down his cock, clearly experienced in this. She made a ring of her thumb and first finger around his rigid cock and worked it up and down, in rhythm with the bobbing of her head. In fact, she was so good at it that she could tell when he was approaching climax.

She took it out of her mouth. “Not yet,” she said, grinning up at him. “I'd rather have that mess in my pussy than my mouth right now...how do you want me?”

“On your back,” he replied.

“You got it. You earned it,” she said, lying down on her back and spreading her long, powerful legs for him.

Owyn stared at her shaved pussy, the lips slightly parted, as if in invitation. He settled in between her thick thighs and gripped his cock so that he could guide it in. He felt nervous excitement coursing through him as he finished getting into place. The head of his dick rested just at the opening of her pussy.

He pushed it in.

Lydia let out a low moan as he penetrated her, pushing his dick in inch by inch. She was incredibly hot and wet inside, and he found her very tight. Propping himself up on his hands, he began driving into her, feeling the tight, wet grip of her warrior's pussy as he did. Lydia gasped softly and started moaning. He couldn't help but stare at her massive breasts as they bounced and swayed in sync with his thrusts.

“Lydia...” he moaned. “Gods, it feels so good...” he gasped.

“Likewise,” she replied, smiling at up him, catching her eyes with his.

Owyn kept fucking her, driving into her over and over. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around him, embracing him, then reached down in between them, found her clit and began rubbing it vigorously. She let out a gasp of pleasure.

“Keep going,” she moaned. “Keep fucking me...keep going...oh yes right there that's it that's the fucking spot!”

And then she was orgasming again, the muscles in her vagina contracting and spasming violently. Owyn felt a hot spray of liquid escape her, coating his inner thighs, and figured this was her way of saying it was his turn now. He laid down on top her and started fucking her even more furiously, thrusting rapidly into her, building up the friction, the pleasure. He kissed her passionately and as the last of her orgasm died away, his flared into being. He cried out into the kiss and wrapped his arms around her, holding her large frame close to him, squeezing her as he started coming. He felt his seed leaving his body in hot, powerful spurts, filling her up, being shot deep inside of her tight, pink, wet opening.

Owyn retained his grasp until the orgasm petered off, slowly dying until it left him breathless and gasping and sweaty atop her.

“So, I take it you enjoyed yourself,” she said, grinning at him.

“Yeah,” he managed, and could say no more as he felt utterly spent.

Slowly, he extracted his cock from her and then he rolled off of her body and flopped over onto his back, chest still heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “Oh my legs...and my arms,” he groaned as his muscles burned from both the exertion of the sex and the earlier combat.

“I've got something for that,” she said, still lying on her back, legs wide open, his seed slowly leaking out of her. “It's a little potion you can take just before bed. You'll wake up feeling pretty fantastic in the morning.”

“I think I'll feel that way anyway. You are one world class lay,” he replied.

They lay there for a few minutes more before getting up and slipping into the tub. For several moments, neither spoke, instead opting to soak in the hot waters at first, then begin the slow process of cleaning themselves up.

“So, be honest with me...do I really not intimidate you?” Lydia asked suddenly.

“What? Gods yes, you intimidate me,” Owyn replied.

Lydia laughed. “Oh? You didn't seem intimidated when you were fucking my brains out there ten minutes ago.”

“Well, I could make a joke about being afraid of what you'd do to me if I didn't deliver on the sex...but in all honesty? I was more turned on by you than I was intimidated,” Owyn replied with an honest shrug.

“Huh...and this,” she indicated her face, “doesn't turn you off? The scars? The wrinkles? I know I've been showing my age lately. Hard living and all that.”

“I've always been interested in older women,” Owyn replied. “I think it's because the traditional reason men are always so interested in younger women is because they want to start a family...and I honestly don't have any interest in that.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Lydia replied after a moment's contemplation. “I'm honestly not either. Children...wouldn't be fair, either to me or to them. I'm no mother. I'll die on the battlefield, and until then, I'll do as much good in the world as I can.”

“That seems a bit grim,” Owyn replied.

Lydia shrugged. “After twenty years of doing this, you get a bit grim.”

They finished bathing, got out, dried off, and dressed. Owyn was impressed with the quality of the clothes. They felt and smelled like new. No sweat, no blood, no rips. The armor was great, too. After dressing, they went upstairs and ordered a meal to be delivered to their room. Once that was done, they walked up to Lydia's room.

“So...should I go?” Owyn asked.

“What do you mean?” Lydia replied.

“I thought it'd be polite to ask, I guess. I mean, we did our deal: I helped you with the graveyard and you fucked me. I didn't know if you wanted me to hang around or go or...what.”

“If you want, you can stay the night with me. That bed is big enough for the both of us. To be honest, this is a pretty lonely life. It's hard for me to find guys to sleep with that aren't total fucking pigs or...at all, really. I will, however, give you a fair warning. After two decades of loneliness, I've come to like it. I'll probably kick you out of my life after a few days. It's nothing personal, even guys that I really like get the boot before too long.”

“Fair enough, I understand,” Owyn replied.

Lydia smiled at him. “Good! You seem to be a rarity. You may last longer than the other guys. And hey, if we cross paths again, I've got nothing against repeat performances.”

“Glad to hear that. I'll keep my eye out for you.”

Their dinner came not long after that. They both had steak and eggs, with large mugs of chilled milk. They ate by the window while Lydia told him a couple of stories about her times on the road. She then inquired about his relationship with Krystal, Kira, and the vampire prostitutes, which he told her about, feeling a little awkward the whole way through. They continued talking long after finishing their meal, which turned out to be a good thing.

Owyn had never been any good at sex on a full stomach, nor did he really want to be. Rocking back and forth frantically just wasn't something you did with a stomach engorged with food and drink. So, by the time they laid down in bed together, extinguishing all the candles, Owyn's stomach was relatively calm.

Which was good, because he was horny again.

They had stripped down naked before going to bed. Lydia had started it off by doing so herself, and Owyn had followed her example. He thought she might be inviting further physical intimacy. In the dim moonlight, Owyn moved against her. She was rolled over, facing away from him. He pressed himself against her back, already stiffening, reaching around and groping one of her breasts. He grinded slowly against her huge ass.

“Oh...hello there,” she said.

“Hi,” he replied, kissing the back of her neck. “I thought we might make love again.”

“Oh did you now?” Lydia asked. She started grinding back against him. “Well, I guess I'll have to accept that request...how do you want to fuck me this time?”

“Doggystyle,” Owyn replied firmly.

“My favorite position,” she replied.

This time, there was no foreplay, they were both too horny. Abandoning the blankets, they both sat up. Lydia got onto her hands and knees and Owyn got onto his knees behind her, staring at her huge, pale ass in the moonlight. Her pussy was open and glistening, wet and ready for him. He spit into his hand, rubbed his cock down and pushed it forward, into the opening. Lydia cried out as he put it inside of her, pushing it all the way in.

Gripping her hips firmly, Owyn stared driving into her repeatedly, feeling the waves of hot pleasure shoot through his body. He buried his cock in her again and again, loving the feel of her broad, large hips in his grasp, the sound of their hot skin slapping together, the cries of pleasure from Lydia as she buried her head in the pillow.

“Yes, Owyn, fuck me!” she cried.

He kept going faster and faster until he leaned forward and grasped her huge, bare breasts. He squeezed them as he stared coming inside of her.

“Oh Lydia!” he yelled as he started shooting loads of his seed into her pussy.

He stayed like that, rigid and nearly catatonic from the orgasm, until finally he was finished. He pulled out of her and she flopped forward. Weakly, she pointed. “In my pack,” she said, her voice muffled by the pillow. “There's a cloth. Wet it and bring it to me.”

“Okay.” Owyn stood up and did as she asked. There was a washbasin of magically warmed water sitting next to a dresser, tucked into one corner of the dark room. He brought the rag to her and got back into bed.

“Thanks,” she said, wiping at herself. “You made a big mess down there...”

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

She laughed. “Don't be. I'm not. You seemed to enjoy yourself.” She finished with the rag, balled it up, and tossed it across the room. Then she let out a loud yawn. “And now we go to sleep...for real this time,” she said.

She rolled over onto her side.

Owyn laid up against her and threw an arm over her.

They drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER VI

Here he was again, walking down a pathway in brilliant sunshine, feeling great.

When Owyn had first started out on this whole adventuring thing, he'd had great expectations, visions of heroic exploits and wild journeys in exotic locations, but it had all been tempered slightly by an undercurrent of fear. Fear that it wouldn't be what he expected, fear that it would be too much for him to handle, or maybe fear that he'd find all of it very...boring. Fear that his parents were right, he'd drag his sorry ass back home to the little village by the sea and settle down and become a fisherman or something of the like.

While it had turned out to be different than what he had expected, none of it was bad, or boring, or too much to handle.

Well, sometimes it was almost too much to handle.

His exploits and journeys and adventures were all turning out to be sexual.

Owyn was no stranger to sex. He'd had a handful of different girlfriends before leaving his village last month and heading out into the real world, so he wasn't some wide-eyed virgin blown away by the sight of a woman's cleavage or a particularly pretty face. Okay, well, he still kind of was, because he was very much in lust with women in general, but still. He knew his way around the bedroom, as it were.

But his rolls in the hay in Fish View, his home village, were nothing compared to the awe inspiring sex he'd been having lately.

First, he'd made it with a Sister of Death, a lonely necromancer made a social pariah by her trade and lifestyle.

Then, she'd introduced him to her best friend, another Sister of Death intent on joining their sexual escapades.

After that, the girls had taken him to Suck Lust, a whorehouse that hid another brothel within it, beneath it, a vampire brothel, where he'd made love not to just one extremely attractive female vampire, but a vampire matriarch, a thousand year old, mature vampire who ran the place and had taken a special interest in him.

Then, after he'd parted ways with the Sister of Death, he'd tracked down a tall, full-bodied, mature paladin who craved sex.

Lydia had been very good to him, and had kept him around for nearly three days before she decided she'd had enough and sent him on his way.

Now Owyn was alone again, and feeling great. He'd picked up a job in Stone, the small village where he'd helped Lydia eradicate an undead infestation in the local graveyard. It was a simple job: deliver a package the next town over. It was a little trading town called Redwood that sat at the edge of a massive forest.

The main thing he heard about it was that it was on the outskirts of elven territory. It was said that elves passed through there frequently, and that's partially what he was in such a good mood about. Owyn had only ever seen a handful of elves in the flesh. Only one had been a girl, and he'd fallen in love with her immediately.

Of course, he'd been fifteen at the time.

The elves tended towards petite size, with very pale skin and traditionally they tended to have red hair. These were all things that Owyn loved. He went crazy for redheads, he wasn't quite sure why. So, consequently, Owyn was really looking forward to trying to talk an elf woman into his bed. He was feeling a lot more confident lately.

Owyn had been walking for a good six hours now. The sun was still relatively high in the sky, as he'd started out in the morning, and he knew he should nearly be at the village. In fact...he squinted, stared ahead, yes, there it was. He could just make out a handful of structures that signified the outskirts of the village.

He had a good feeling about today.

…

Owyn came to a halt as he neared the blacksmith. He shrugged out of his pack and double-checked to make sure he still actually had the thing he needed to deliver: a rolled up piece of parchment from the guardsmen in Stone. It was a requisition order, a list of weapons and armor pieces that the captain of the guard felt they needed in the wake of the undead outbreak. According to the guardsman who'd given it to Owyn, it was half of the total list. They wanted to break the work up between local blacksmiths and the one over in Redwood, who was well known and well liked in the area, so that they could get it all faster.

Which was fine with Owyn. He was getting paid fifty gold coins to deliver a piece of paper, and that was on top of the fifty he'd received as a bonus for helping out with the outbreak, none of which he'd had to spend while he was still in Stone because they'd been so grateful for his help. It had been a pretty sweet deal.

Owyn still had the paper.

Good.

He secured his backpack once more and finished walking up the cobblestone road and into the blacksmith. A thin pall of smoke hung on the air and somewhere in the back of the building, Owyn could hear someone banging away. A bald man with a huge beard and a soot-stained face stood behind the counter, polishing a sword.

“Hello, sir, what can I do for you?” he asked.

“I have a letter from the captain of the guard in Stone. A requisition order,” Owyn replied, fishing out the scroll and passing it to him.

“Ah...” the man replied, taking it and unrolling it. He studied it for a moment, then, seemingly satisfied, nodded and rolled it back up. “Thank you, young man.”

“You're welcome. Um...” he hesitated, wondering how to phrase his next question. “I was wondering if you might know of any good inns in town, maybe a place where elves might like to hang out at?” he asked.

The man stared at him for a moment, then a knowing smile spread across his face. “Ah, you fancy yourself some pointy eared, redheaded lasses, huh?” he asked.

“I'm afraid so,” Owyn replied, unable to suppress his own grin.

“I know what you mean. Half the reason I work in this town. Yeah, there's a place like that. Further down the road, huge building, three stories tall. Redwood Inn. Kind of caters to that crowd, where elves and humans go to mix, if you know what I mean.”

“I know exactly what you mean. Thanks.”

“My pleasure.”

Owyn left the blacksmith's building and stepped back out into the sunshine. Glancing down the way to his right, he saw the building that the man had indicated. It was indeed hard to miss, as it rose above all the other buildings around it, save for the castle further down the way. His work done, Owyn set off towards the inn.

Already, he was imagining what an elf woman might look like naked.

…

The Redwood Inn was bustling with activity.

Owyn stepped in through the front doors, looking around, impressed with what he saw. To his left and right were large expanses of space taken up mostly by chairs and tables made of fine wood, all of them sitting in the warm, healthy glow of the sunlight, beaming in through the massive windows that took up most of the front wall and some of the side walls. The place was occupied by twenty or so patrons finishing up their lunches.

He spied a handful of elves, some of them women.

Owyn began making his way towards the front desk, but hesitated as he caught the eye of one elf girl in particular. A beautiful, thin redhead who looked to be about his age sitting alone at one of the tables, drinking something.

She noticed him looking, smiled at him and winked.

He smiled back, then continued on to the front desk. First things first.

“Hello sir, how can I help you?” asked the woman behind the desk.

“I was hoping to rent a room for the night,” Owyn replied.

“Okay. It's five coins for one of our regular rooms, ten for a deluxe.”

“What comes with the deluxe?”

“A larger bed, more space, room service, and a heated bathing tub,” the woman replied.

“Okay, I'll take that one.”

Owyn counted out ten gold coins and passed them off. The woman thanked him and passed him a key with a tag tied to it. The tag read 15. She gave him quick instructions on how to get to his room, which was on the third floor. Owyn made his way up the stairs, unable to get the elf woman out of his head, wondering if she'd still be down there when he returned. The thought made him want to hurry up. He took the steps two at a time until he was at the third floor. He tracked down his room, unlocked the door and stepped in.

Owyn let out a low whistle of appreciation as he closed the door behind him. It was, in fact, very nice. The wood looked expensive, tempered and treated. A queen size bed with fine sheets and blankets was tucked into one corner. A desk, a small table, two chairs and a dresser occupied the far wall. Finally, there was a square of treated wood in the final corner, filled with steaming, clean, clear water. Owyn looked at it wistfully.

He'd been spoiled by all the magical bathtubs recently.

Well, he couldn't very well go back downstairs smelling like this, could he? He locked the door, opened the curtains on the pair of windows in the room, giving him a nice view of the city, then moved over to the table, shrugged out of his pack, and set it down on the tabletop. He began shedding his suit of armor and then his clothes as he made his way to the tub. Soon, he was naked and he slid himself slowly into the water.

…

Twenty minutes later, Owyn was freshly dressed and making his way back downstairs. He grinned when he saw that the elf girl was still in the same place at the same table. He made his way across the room, towards her. She noticed him coming and smiled at him. It definitely wasn't just a friendly smile, there was something sultry about it.

He walked up to her table. “Mind if I sit here?”

“Not at all,” she replied.

He pulled a chair out and sat down. “I'm Owyn,” he said.

“Lily,” the elf woman replied.

“That's a very pretty name.”

She smiled. Was she blushing? “Thank you.”

He studied her. She seemed to have a typical body for an elf: thin, short, petite. She was probably five three, five four maybe, and he'd be surprised if she broke a hundred pounds. She had short red hair drawn into a tight ponytail and she had long ears that came to points. Her face was very pale and narrow, her features very beautiful and attractive. Her eyes were a deep blue that almost seemed lit with fire from within.

“So, what are you doing in Redwood?” she asked.

“I was just running a delivery job. It's...kind of my first time out in the real world. I just left my home village a few weeks ago.”

Lily smiled fondly. “Ah yes, heading out into the world for the first time. I did that myself some years ago. Now I'm on kind of a rotation. A few months home, until I get sick of it or I run out of gold or I just feel that itch...then I head out into the world, find a crazy job or something fun to do...” She hesitated, then bit her lower lip. It was a really sexy look on her. “So, what are you planning on doing the rest of the day?” she asked, lowering her voice.

“Not much, really,” Owyn replied.

“I'm waiting for a friend of mine to show up, but it should be a little while.” She looked around. “If I'm reading the situation right, you want to sleep with me, yeah?” she asked.

“Uh...yeah, honestly,” he replied.

“Perfect. I've had my fill of elf guys lately and I've been looking for a cute young human boy to fool around with. Why don't we go up to your room for a tumble?” she asked.

“I'd love that,” Owyn replied.

Lily smiled, and there was nothing shy in it. “I'll see to it that you do.” She stood up. “Come on, let's go. I'm horny.”

Owyn stood as well.

She reached out and took his hand, lacing their fingers together as they navigated between the tables. Owyn was surprised, but not unhappy, about the move. He'd heard that elves were very open and had no problems with touching and physical contact. He squeezed her hand and she squeezed it amiably back.

They walked up the stairs until they reached Owyn's door. He unlocked it, opened it and stepped inside, guiding Lily in. She closed the door, pressing her back against it, and locked it, grinning coyly at him.

“And now I've got a cute human boy all to myself,” she said. “Have you ever had sex with an elf before?” she asked.

“No, I haven't,” Owyn replied, feeling that familiar, anxious mix of sexual arousal, fear, and anticipation whenever he met a new woman who was going to fuck him.

Lily's smile widened. “I promise you won't regret the experience.”

She walked right up to him and pressed her lips to his, hugging him tightly. He slipped a hand over the back of her neck and his other arm around her back, holding her tightly, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. Lily closed her eyes and slipped her little tongue in. He thought he tasted something on her breath. It came to him after a moment. She tasted of strawberries. They were his favorite snack. He kept making out with her, kissing her passionately until they both had to come up for air. They broke away.

“Nice start,” she said, a little breathless. “Let's move on to the bed.”

She shed her shirt and her bra easily, and Owyn took off his own shirt and tossed it aside. They kicked off their shoes and, topless, both crawled onto the bed. Lily pushed him over onto his back and climbed on top of him. He stared up at her breasts. They were beautiful: firm b-cups with a healthy white glow and little light pink nipples. She grabbed his wrists and brought his hands up to her breasts. He groped and massaged them.

“You like?” she asked.

“I love,” he replied.

She smirked. “That's what I like about you human boys...you're so easy to please,” she said. “A great quality.”

She then laid down atop him, rubbing her breasts against his bare chest, and continued kissing him. He reached down, first groping her ass through the pants she wore, then slipping a hand down the pants, into her panties, and began groping the bare ass he found there. It was taut and smooth, a nice handful. Soon, he was tugging at her pants, trying to get them down and off, wanting to see her naked. She took the hint and stood up briefly, taking down her pants and tossing them aside. He stared up at her slim thighs, her nicely rounded hips, her bald, pale vagina that was little more than a narrow pink, glistening slit.

“Well,” she said, running her hands down her sides. “This is me.”

“You're extremely beautiful,” Owyn replied.

“Thanks,” she said, dropping back down. “Now let's get a good look at you.”

She worked at getting his belt undone, then yanked down his pants and his underwear until they were off. She tossed them aside and stared at his cock, which was rock hard and fully erect now, ready for action.

“Nice,” she said, smiling. “Bigger than I'm used to,” she murmured.

“Really?” he asked.

“Yeah. Elf guys are smaller in build than humans, and generally smaller down there. Of course, we women are smaller so it all evens out...hmm, hope I can fit it all in...”

With that, she laid down flat on her stomach between his legs and took his cock into her mouth. He gasped and moaned at the immediate, hot, wet pleasure of her mouth as she started sucking him off, working his dick with her hand at the same time, moving both of them rapidly up and down in sync. He moaned her name several times as she worked up a large layer of spit on his cock, bringing him to the verge of orgasm.

Then she stopped and looked up. “My turn,” she said. “Mind if I ride your face?” she asked.

“No, not at all,” he replied.

She smiled and crawled up his naked body, positioning herself carefully over his face as he laid down flat on the bed. She put her knees on either side of his head and he reached up and around, resting his hands on the tops of her thighs, her pussy hovering over his mouth. He stuck his tongue out and parted the lips of her vagina with its tip, probing around. He felt a ripple of pleasure shudder through her and she moaned softly.

Then he found the small nub of her clit and he began to work it with his tongue. She cried out and began rocking gently back and forth. He licked her clit, making his tongue rigid, pressing hard against it over and over, as fast as he could. She cried out, screaming his name, reaching down and running one hand through his hair.

“Fuck, we need to fuck now!” she gasped suddenly, getting up off his face and re-positioning herself lower.

Before he could even say anything, she was straddling him, gripping his cock and guiding it inside of her. He groaned as the pleasure washed through him. His dick was buried, slowly, inch by inch, into her pussy and she began humping it, moving herself up and down, balancing on her feet and introducing his big human dick into her tight, hot, wet elven pussy. She let out a low, long moan when she finally got it in all the way.

“Oh-ho-ho wow,” she said, settling for a second. “This is definitely the biggest dick I've ever fucked.”

“This is the tightest pussy I've ever fucked,” Owyn replied.

She stared pumping herself up and down again, moaning louder, head flopped back, mouth open in raw, unabashed pleasure as she fucked his cock, riding it rapidly. She was so tight and wet that Owyn could already feel the orgasm welling within him, a powerful thing that was difficult to control, fighting to be free.

“When I come, do I have to pull out?” he asked.

He knew that humans could impregnate elves.

Lily shook her head. “No, it's fine,” she gasped. “I have a birth control spell in effect.”

“Got it,” Owyn replied.

“Are you going to-?”

“Soon, sorry,” he replied.

“Okay, okay, hold on,” she said.

She reached down between them and began rubbing her clit back and forth, her moans getting louder and higher in pitch. Then, just like that, she was coming. He felt the muscles inside of her contract, making her even tighter, spiking the pleasure. He could feel her hot sex juices dribbling down his cock and pooling on his stomach. Now that she had come, he decided it was his turn. Or rather, his body decided that for him.

Owyn cried out, thrusting violently up into her as he started to come. The raw, unfiltered pleasure of having unprotected sex with an extremely tight, extremely hot elf woman was almost too much. He felt on the verge of passing out as he came, his dicking spasming and jerking as it shot loads of his hot seed into her.

“Oh Gods, it's so big and there's so much coming out!” Lily cried, hanging onto him as he continued bucking his hips up into her.

When the orgasm faded, Owyn flopped back onto the bed and let out a huge breath he'd been holding. Lily sagged forward onto him, then stretched out until his dick popped out of her. She laid there for a moment, then rolled off of him.

“I wasn't lying,” she said.

“About what?” he asked, still trying to regain control of his brain.

“Your dick. It really is the biggest dick I've ever had inside me. I know some girls that lie about that, they just say whatever when they're in bed, but it's true.”

He glanced down. “Well...thanks, I guess. It's never been too impressive to me, but I guess I don't have anything to compare against.”

She smiled. “Well, size isn't everything, but you seem to have figured that out. You did a good job eating my pussy. Thanks for that, by the way. It's been awhile since I've encountered anyone who was good at it...let alone anyone who was willing to go down on me. Well, at least any boys willing to go down on me.”

“You're into girls, too?” Owyn asked.

“Well, some. Boys more than girls. But I've got one good friend...she's the one I was waiting on, actually. Would you be interested in a threesome? I'm sure she'd really be into you and, well, to be totally honest, the main reason we were meeting here was to have some fun with a cute human boy,” Lily asked.

“Definitely,” Owyn replied. “I'd be more than down for that.”

“Good! Come on, let's take a bath. I hate being all sticky.” Lily rose from the bed and crossed the room. Owyn found it difficult not to stare at her ass.

He got up out of bed and moved across the room to join her. The tub wasn't as big as the others he'd been in, so they had to sit close together, which he didn't mind at all. She settled down in between his legs, resting her back against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, embracing her. She sighed contently and leaned her head against his shoulder.

“This is crazy,” Owyn said suddenly.

“What is?” Lily replied.

“We just met like...half an hour ago. We hardly exchanged a dozen sentences and we've already had sex together.”

“It's not so crazy,” Lily replied. “Or...is it, in your culture? I understand humans are kind of...weird about sex. I've even heard rumors that some of you wait to have until you get married...is that true?” she asked.

“Yeah, actually. Although I don't really believe the people who claim that. It's...complicated. Let's just say that I have absolutely no problem with fun, happy, carefree sex. But it is more common for humans to be a little more...reserved. Usually I have to at least go on a date, but with the kind of lifestyle I have, the problem is that there's plenty of women I want to have sex with...but none I can or want to date. And, unfortunately, with a lot of human women, you can't do one without the other. And, I mean, that's their choice, but I think the world would be a happier place if more people just...fucked each other without pretense every now and then.”

“I agree. It's a lot like that in elven culture,” Lily said. “If you want to fuck, you just ask. If yes, then you go have happy sex, if not, then you move on. Easy. I've never understood cultures that put all this weird emphasis on sex.”

“I think I was born into the wrong culture.”

Lily laughed. “You'd make a great elf, I'm sure.”

They began washing up, which was difficult in the confined space. Ultimately, Lily finished washing up and then got out of the tub, leaving Owyn enough room to get the job done. “So what's your friend's name?” he asked.

“Rose,” Lily replied. “Lots of flower names among my people.”

“What's the plan?” Owyn asked. He finished washing himself off and stood up, then he stepped out of the tub and began to dry himself.

“I thought we'd go downstairs and chat, then when she shows up, we'll have dinner, keep chatting, and when our food is settled, we head upstairs for some more fun. You'll like her, she's hot. Would it be too much to ask to spend the night?”

“No, not at all,” Owyn replied.

“Excellent. Thanks. Also...” she hesitated.

“What?” Owyn asked. He hung the towel up back on its rack and began gathering his clothes from around the room.

“Well, it's just that...Rose and I have to go tomorrow. I guess, I didn't want it to seem like we were just using you for your room and your cock.”

“No, it's okay. I understand. Busy life and all that. I'm more than happy to help out in exchange for the sex...hopefully that doesn't sound callous.”

“Not at all, seeing that sex with you is a pleasure all its own,” Lily said.

She was fully dressed now. As he finished pulling his clothes on, she came up to him, stood on her toes and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Let's go wait for my friend.”

…

They walked downstairs, found a table, and continued waiting.

“So, tell me about yourself. What are you doing around here?” Lily asked.

Owyn spent the next half an hour going over his exploits: growing up in Fish View, his first real adventure, the women he'd encountered...

Lily was impressed. “That's really neat,” she said.

“Really? It doesn't bother you, me sitting here, talking about all these other women I've slept with over the past few weeks?”

“No, not at all. In fact, I like it. It sounds like you've kind of made it a point to sleep with the women who most men just write off. Necromancers? Vampires? And that big warrior woman...she's kind of got two things going against her. Age and size. Guys like girls that are smaller than they are, not taller. They get all...weird and intimidated by women that are taller or stronger than they are. And then there's the age thing. I've seen human women in their early fifties that were still hot but were lamenting how difficult it was to get laid.

“Even us elves don't have it all that easy,” she said.

Owyn shook his head. “No way. You're...very attractive. Too attractive and too open not to get pounced on by every guy in eyesight.”

Lily laughed. “Thank you, Owyn. And you're right...among elven culture. I've been a little spoiled by ease of sex back in the elven lands. Which is why I came looking for human boys to toy around with. And don't get me wrong. It's not too difficult to find a human to sleep with, it's just...there's still tension between our peoples.” She shrugged. “But I'm very glad I met you. You're...different than the other guys Rose and I have found.”

“Different in what way?” Owyn replied.

“With the other guys we've met, they've either been drunk and looking for 'something new' or they had like...I don't know, a fetish for elf girls or something. You've been the first human man I've slept with that I felt...wasn't just using me as a sex toy. And, I mean, that's okay, I don't really have anything against people who do that. I mean, it's what I do with most of my fuck buddies. But I could sense that you cared whether or not I got off. And in more than just a...I guess, more than a 'challenge' kind of way. You got me off for me, not for your own pride. And I really appreciate that. I, and many others, really can divorce sex from emotions, but that doesn't mean we always have to. You can actually like who you're fucking, is what I'm saying.”

“Well...thank you. I like you, too,” Owyn replied.

Lily smiled. “Good.”

After another five minutes, Rose walked in through the door. Lily waved her down and she joined them at the table. “Hey...who's this?” she asked, grinning at Owyn. He sized her up as she approached the table and sat down.

Lily was right.

Rose was very attractive as well.

She was a bit taller and slightly thicker than her friend, and she had longer, brunette hair that she wore down. It framed her beautiful face and her ears poked through it. She wore simple, comfortable traveling clothes that did well to show off her curvy frame. She had brilliant green eyes that reminded him of jade or emerald and her voice was incredibly sexy. When she sat down at the table, she showed off that natural grace that all elves seemed to have.

“My name is Owyn,” he replied.

“I see...and judging by the fact that Lily isn't squirming in her seat, I'd say that she already had a taste of you...am I right?” Rose asked with a mischievous grin.

“Yes, you're right,” Lily said, rolling her eyes.

“And how did that go?” Rose asked, her eyes flicking between Owyn and Lily.

“It went great, you'll love him,” Lily replied.

“Excellent! Now, I'd take you upstairs for a spin right now, but...I'm starving,” she said. “I was hoping we could eat and chat first.”

“Fine by me,” Owyn replied.

“Great!”

They flagged down a waitress and each ordered something. Since he could afford it, Owyn ordered a nice steak and a couple of eggs. Lily ordered a cut of veal and Rose ordered a combo platter of vegetables, fruits, and several fine cuts of pork. They chatted amiably while they waited for their food and drink to arrive.

Owyn learned more about the women. They were childhood friends who had grown up in a small elven village deep in the Redwood Forest. They had begun exploring their sexuality with each other by the time they were fifteen. They were both in their early thirties now, which Owyn was surprised and intimidated to learn. He thought they were closer to his age. Their easygoing and carefree manners seemed to suggest a younger age. Not to mention their faces. But he supposed elves did tend to live longer, so it made sense that they'd look younger for a lengthier amount of time. He enjoyed his meal with them when it came.

They continued talking as they ate, and for another good hour after they had pushed their plates away and let the food settle. Once that was done, the three of them decided it was high time to get upstairs and get to the sex.

“You two should go first,” Lily said as they climbed the stairs.

“Are you sure?” Rose asked.

“Definitely. Owyn is very good, very...attentive. You should have the pleasure of a one-on-one session with him. Then the three of us can play together,” Lily replied.

“I like the sound of that,” Rose said, taking Owyn's hand.

He led them both back to his room. Once they were inside, both women began stripping. Owyn tried to do so himself, but became too distracted by the sight of two hot elven women taking their clothes off.

As Rose shed her bra and tossed it aside, freeing her breasts, she noticed Owyn staring at them and smirked. “You're staring,” she said, teasing him.

“I've got good reason to,” Owyn replied.

“Take your pants off...” Rose said, turning around and slipping her thumbs into the waistline of her pants. “...and I'll take mine off.”

Owyn tossed his shirt aside, kicked off his shoes and took his pants off. As soon as he did, Rose began to pull down her pants, slowly revealing her round, firm ass. She definitely had a bit more padding than Lily did...in all the right places. She bent over as she continued pulling down her pants and undergarments at the same time, until they pooled around her ankles and she kicked them away, then turned around.

“So,” she said, placing her hands on her shapely hips. “What do you think?”

“I think you're both goddesses,” Owyn replied.

Rose laughed loudly, but she was blushing. “You certainly know how to compliment a lady...come on, let's go to bed.”

She reached out and took his hand. Lily was sitting in one of the chairs now, watching them, as they both climbed, naked, into bed. Owyn got on top of Rose and pressed his lips against hers. She wrapped her arms around him, running her hands down his back. He loved the feel of her soft, warm skin against his.

He began groping her breasts, then reaching down to her ass as she opened her legs beneath him and wrapped them around him, too. She kissed him back passionately, shoving her tongue into his mouth, twining it with her own. This elf tasted of honey. They kept going like that until he disengaged himself from her and began sliding down the length of her body, kissing as he went. He kissed her neck, then her chest, pausing to linger on her breasts, kissing and then sucking on both of her pink nipples, then going down further, her stomach, her waist, each of her nicely padded thighs, which she spread wide for him.

Owyn found himself staring at her bald, smooth vagina.

“Ooh, he eats?” Rose asked.

“Very well,” Lily replied.

Owyn reached forward and gently spread the lips of her vagina, finding the small, white nub of her clit, nestled in a field of glistening, pink flesh. He let out a breath of hot air, let it wash over her exposed parts, and felt her shiver in response, in anticipation. Owyn slowly extended his tongue and touched the very tip of it to Rose's clit. He heard her gasp, felt her body clench as the pleasure hit her. He began massaging her clit with his tongue, slowly and gently at first, then faster, adding in more power, more pleasure.

“Oh Gods yes!” Rose cried. “Oh fuck that is really good!” she moaned.

He kept going, kept up the pleasure, trying to make her orgasm. He started using his entire tongue, licking her rapidly, and then he slipped a finger into her, pushing it up, into her most sensitive of spots. She cried out, bucking against his face, running her long fingers through his hair, crying out his name.

Something gave inside of her.

She began to come.

He felt a wave of hot juices escape her and spray his jaw, chest, and shoulders. She cried out, her hips bucking violently as she came, and he let up when she begged for him to stop, that it was too much. Owyn sat up, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

“So, how was that?” he asked.

“Oh Lily was right, you are a keeper,” she gasped, chest heaving, breasts bouncing as she tried to catch her breath. “That was something else.”

“Glad I could be of service,” Owyn replied.

Rose laughed heartily. “Oh, aren't you something special? Good at eating pussy and humble,” she said with a grin. Then she sat up. “Now it's your turn.”

They switched places. Owyn laid down on his back and Rose got in between his legs, grinning up at him, then lowering her head. She licked up the bottom of his dick, which was already as hard as a blade, then she gripped it and began licking its head. Owyn groaned and pressed his head back into the pillow as the pleasure began. Before long, Rose was slipping it into her mouth, bobbing her head and working it with her lips and her hand simultaneously. He groaned louder, reaching down and putting his hand on the back of her head.

She seemed to take this as a sign, let go of his cock and buried it deep in her mouth. He gasped as he felt it hit the back of her throat and go down it slightly. She moved her head around a bit, rubbing the head of his dick against the soft, wet, warm flesh there, then pulled it out, took a breath and started up again.

Before long, she took it out of her mouth and looked up at him. “Ready to fuck me?” she asked, blowing a few errant strands of brunette hair off of her face.

“Very. Is on your back fine?” he asked.

“Perfect,” she replied.

They switched position once more and she laid on her back, opening her legs for him again. He ran his hands up her nicely padded, pale thighs, then pushed her legs open further, so that her knees were out wide, her legs spread open as far as she could and laid down. Holding himself up on one hand, he used his other to guide his cock into her tight, wet opening. She cried out as he began pushing himself carefully into her, thrusting a bit deeper each time, burying himself inside of her. She was incredibly tight, hot and wet.

“It's really big,” she gasped.

“You're pretty tight,” Owyn replied.

Soon, he was all the way inside of her. He began making love to her, settling into a smooth rhythm, loving the sounds of her pleasure as she cried out, and loving the fact that Lily was watching them fuck. Like before, the pleasure was immediate and powerful. Owyn was so turned on that he knew this wouldn't be much more than quickie. Which was why he'd worked so hard to get her off beforehand.

He was finally living out an old fantasy today: having sex with a hot elf babe. What's better, he had two of them. He got to fuck them both individually and together in a threesome. Was it really this easy to get laid? Or did he just keep getting lucky? Either way, he knew all that mattered was that he enjoyed the experience and ensured that they enjoyed it as well. He began kissing Rose again as they made love.

He could feel her grinding against him, pushing up against him with each thrust of her hips. She moaned into the kiss as he pushed deeper and harder into her, really pounding her. She wrapped her legs around him, crying out.

“Here it comes again!” she cried.

And then she was having a second orgasm. He could feel the muscles in her vagina constricting, tightening, another hot wave of feminine juices escaping her, spraying his skin. He started fucking her faster, sliding his cock rapidly in and out of her tight opening, allowing his own pleasure to build towards a climax...

“Oh fuck Rose!” he cried.

He was coming inside of her. She cried out, moaning, as he shot his seed directly into her. He groaned, holding her tightly against him and she kissed him passionately as they both came. His orgasm exploded through him, then slowly receded until he was left sweaty and panting atop her, collapsed, muscles weak.

“Now that was a good fuck,” Rose said.

Owyn muttered something in response.

“You two are washing up before I join in,” Lily said.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. You're a neat freak,” Rose muttered.

“Because it's so unreasonable to want that. And I am not a neat freak. I just...want a clean slate when I get started. I don't mind getting dirty, I just want to start out clean.”

“I don't mind,” Owyn said, picking himself up off the bed.

As he crossed the room and climbed into the tub, he saw that the water had been replaced since he'd last been in here with Lily. He gave himself a quick wash, and then dried off as Rose climbed in and did the same thing. Soon, they were both scrubbed clean, dry, and back in bed, ready to go. Lily was already undressed and all but dove into the bed with them. She threw herself on top of Rose and began making out with her passionately.

“I have missed you,” she said.

“I can tell,” Rose replied, grinning into the kisses.

Owyn reached out and placed a hand on Lily's back, then slid it down to her tight, bare ass and squeezed it. That seemed to get her attention. She stopped kissing Rose, leaned over and started kissing him. She kept making out with him until Rose indicated that she wanted a turn, and then he and Rose began kissing passionately. While they were doing that, Lily slid down her body, stopping to kiss both of her breasts, then moved down further and settled in between her legs. Rose cried out into the kiss as Lily began eating her out.

“Oh fuck, yes!” she cried, breaking away for a moment and looking down. Owyn watched as Lily really went to town on her friend, vigorously eating her out and fingering her at the same time. Rose cried out, head pressed back into the pillow now, moaning loudly. Owyn decided to help out. He shifted and began sucking on one of her perfect pink nipples. She cried out even louder, moaning both their names as the bliss enveloped her.

They both continued like this until it was Lily's turn in the spotlight. They all switched positions again. Lily laid on her back, legs spread open wide and Owyn got down there, while Rose began sucking on her breasts. Owyn began pleasuring her, rapidly licking her clit, then slipping a finger inside of her, sliding it quickly in and out of her. Lily cried out, her voice echoing throughout the bedroom, and for the first time, Owyn wondered if people were hearing them, if the room had been treated to be soundproof or not.

He kept going until Lily came and he received another faceful of her sex juices. He wiped himself off and then sat up.

“Your turn,” Rose said.

Owyn laid down where Lily had been, and both girls laid down, their faces near his midsection. Lily gripped his dick with her small, delicate hand and both women began licking the head of it. He gasped and moaned, the immense pleasure of their hot, wet tongues lapping slowly across the sensitive skin there, was almost too much. They kept going. Owyn lost himself in the sight of two hot, pale elven beauties licking his cock simultaneously. Then Lily took his dick fully into her mouth and bobbed her head rapidly as she sucked for ten seconds, took it out, and passed it over to Rose, who did the same thing.

Both women went back and forth until he was ready to burst.

“Not yet...” Rose teased.

“Can we fuck?” Owyn asked.

“Yeah...how would you like to do this?” Lily asked.

“It'd be really hot if one of you ate the other out while I fucked her from behind,” Owyn replied.

“We can do that,” Rose said. “I'll go first...lie down, Lily,” she said.

Lily resumed her position, lying on her back and spreading her legs. Rose got in between them and went to work on her. Immediately, Lily began crying out in pleasure and writhing on the blankets. Owyn got into position behind her, running his hands over her big pale ass and staring at her glistening, pink opening.

He gripped his cock and guided it slowly, carefully inside of her. He heard Rose moan as she continued eating out her best friend. He kept pushing, sliding his cock in and out of her, a bit deeper each time, until he was all the way in, his hips pressed up against her hot elven ass. Owyn began driving into her, harder and faster, feeling the pleasure burn through him, threatening an orgasm. He gave Rose's ass a hard smack, then reached beneath her and began groping her large, perfect breasts, loving the feel of them.

“Time to switch,” he gasped after another few minutes.

The girls switched. Rose laid down and opened her legs, while Lily got in between them. Before she got started, she glanced back at Owyn. “Before you let off, let me know, I've got a really hot idea in mind,” she said.

“Got it,” Owyn replied.

Lily began eating her friend out again, and Owyn slid his cock into her, once more working it in an inch at a time. Lily cried out, her face buried in Rose's crotch, and pushed back against him, forcing him even deeper. Owyn moaned, hunched forward slightly, fucking her faster and faster, feeling his orgasm building...

“I'm going to go soon!” he warned them.

“Pull out!” Lily replied.

He pulled out. Rose and Lily both got up and off the bed, turned around and dropped onto their knees, urging him forward. He moved to sit at the edge of the bed and both women leaned in and began to lick his cock.

A few seconds of this was all it took to set him off. Owyn cried out as he started coming. Lily gripped it once more with her small but powerful fingers and began to jerk him off as he orgasmed. Thick, white spurts of his seed began to spray all over her face, then she turned it onto Rose's face and he watched it go onto her lips, her cheeks, her forehead. Some of it got into her brunette hair. As it began coming to an end, Lily brought it back to her face and opened her mouth, jacking him off directly into it.

He groaned as she swallowed and then put his dick in her mouth, sucking as she pulled it gently out, cleaning it off and getting the last of his seed out.

“There,” she said, grinning up at him and licking her lips. “Now wasn't that really hot?” she asked.

“Definitely,” Owyn gasped, then fell back onto the bed, utterly exhausted. “Now what?” he replied.

“Now...we take a bath, relax, maybe another grab a bite to eat...then do it all over again, and again, as many times as we can before we have to part company tomorrow,” Lily replied.

Owyn grinned.

CHAPTER VII

Owyn decided that this might very well be his first real adventure.

After enjoying a wild night of hot sex with the two elf women, he'd hung around Redwood for a few more days, having found himself in the company an attractive young human adventurer who was looking for a weekend boyfriend. She had been tall and thin with short black hair and green eyes to die for. They'd shared a room at a small inn for three days, then she'd pointed him on the path he was on now when he said he wanted some real adventure, something like what he'd done in the graveyard, facing down zombies with Lydia.

He'd taken the adventurer's advice and moved along the edge of the Redwood forest until he came to a small settlement named Green View. It was a little village with perhaps two hundred people residing in it. Apparently, they were having a werewolf problem. Werewolves were coming out of the Redwood Forest and attacking the locals and those who frequented the roads to and from the village. The local lord was offering a bounty.

Even better, the local blacksmith was offering free silver weaponry to anyone willing to take on the job of hunting werewolves. Owyn had traded in his sword for a larger, thinner, silver blade that handled a lot better than his old one. He'd even gotten a shield out of the deal...something he probably should have grabbed awhile ago. But, he supposed, you lived and you learned. Or, rather, if you didn't learn you tended to die.

Now he was walking into Redwood Forest, very far from any real other settlement or sign of civilization, really. The elven villages were much deeper in, miles and miles away, and Green View was sort of a beacon of society in the wilderness. Owyn stopped and checked the pendant he had hanging around his neck. It was a small silver disc, thin like a coin, hanging on a loop of string. It had been magically treated to glow in the presence of werewolves, a bright yellow he'd been told, and so far he hadn't seen a thing.

It was still a brightly polished silver color, not a hint of yellow, and Owyn sighed and let the pendant drop back against his chest. He'd been walking for just over an hour now and the sun was beginning to go down. Not really a good sign. He didn't want to hunt werewolves in the dark. That just seemed dangerous.

But what to do? He didn't want to walk all the way back. Maybe he could...Owyn hesitated slightly, turning and looking back over his shoulder. He felt as though there was another presence somewhere nearby. A werewolf? Maybe, but he didn't exactly feel like it was a threatening presence, though he could be wrong about that. It wasn't as if he had much experience out in the wilderness. There could be anything out there.

After a moment of searching the darkening treelines on either side of the path he was walking along, he set off again, still debating inside his head about what he was going to do. The further he walked, the further away he was from civilization. A rustling sound garnered his attention and he stopped once again, searching the trees, the underbrush, the canopy...they could be up as well as down, but it had sounded low to the ground.

Someone or something was definitely following him. He was sure of that much. It was the feeling of being watched, the sense that he wasn't alone. Owyn sighed quietly and checked his pendant once more, but it was totally inert. Whatever was out there was certainly not a werewolf, and if this thing was to be believed, it meant there weren't any werewolves nearby. For a second, Owyn's gut went cold as he considered the idea that perhaps the pendant was defective. But if it was a werewolf, why not attack him?

Owyn settled his gaze on a small clearing, just off the path, ahead and to the left. Well, maybe he could lay a trap. Make a small fire, pretend to bed down for the night and lure whatever it was out of the darkness. At the very least he would have the mystery solved. It could mean him getting attacked and possibly dying, but, he supposed, you couldn't really avoiding having to risk in your life if you wanted to be an adventurer.

Which he most certainly wanted to do.

So Owyn walked a little ways up the path and off of it, into the little clearing. He shrugged out of his backpack and took the bedroll off the top. He unrolled it and laid it out, then turned his attention to making a fire. It wasn't too difficult. He gathered a baker's dozen stones and arranged them in a circle, packed them with dirt, and then hunted down some kindling wood. When that was finished, he reached into his pack and pulled out a little magical item he'd picked up, a thin red stone that came to a dull point at one end.

He poked that end into the kindling, spoke the activation word and watched a fire leap into existence. When that was finished, he pulled out a small, flat pan and its stand, then placed it over the fire and pulled out a slab of preserved beef. Slapping it onto the pan, he finally found a larger, relatively flat rock, hauled it over and took a seat. It felt good to sit down. The whole process took close to half an hour and by the time he was comfortably seated, the sun was a lot closer to the horizon. Darkness wasn't far off.

And his hunter was closer, too.

He could sense something in the underbrush not too far away, behind him, something that seemed to tremble with eager excitement. Eager to do what exactly, he wasn't sure, but he had an idea that it was not good.

Seconds began to drift away in the muted twilight and Owyn felt his muscles tightening in anticipation. Whatever it was was getting closer. It had to be at the edge of the clearing now. He'd set his silver sword on his lap, and now he wrapped his hand around the handle. He heard rustling from behind him. Whatever it was, it wasn't even trying to be inconspicuous now. As quick as he could, Owyn stood and spun around, brandishing his blade.

He froze as surprise overtook him.

What he saw was pretty much the opposite of what he'd expected.

Owyn had only ever read about the felis: a race of humanoid felines, males and females who stood upright and acted generally like humans, but they were covered in fur, had tails, and their faces more closely resembled a cats' than a humans'.

And now, suddenly, here one was, standing before him at the edge of the small clearing where he'd made camp. The felis was a woman. And a beautiful one at that. She was tall and well-built, very clearly a warrior. She wasn’t wearing much, just some cloth to cover her considerable chest and her private parts. She was staring at him with wide, cat eyes, the pupils little more than slits. He studied her too, interested, curious to see where this was going, since she had yet to actually say or do anything since he'd noticed her.

She was tall, taller than he was by a few inches. Her fur was short and orange. Her hands were like human hands, not paws, though he could see a hint of retractable claws at the ends of her fingers. Behind her, a long tail swished back and forth, as if she were agitated. She didn't have much of anything on her, just a bow and a quiver of arrows over one shoulder and what looked like a bag of coins tied to one hip.

“...hello...” Owyn said, when it became obvious that she wasn't going to say anything.

“Hi,” she replied, her voice coming out in a low, strained growl. It came to him that she was exerting a great measure of control over herself, though what aspect of herself she was controlling, he wasn't sure.

“My name is Owyn...can I help you?” he replied.

“That's what I'm hoping,” the felis said. “My name is...well, you can call me Kat,” she said, as if remembering just at the last moment that she should probably introduce herself.

“Okay, Kat. Why were you following me?”

“I need...help. Are you alone?”

“Yes...” Owyn replied cautiously. He still had no idea where this was going.

“Will you...” she hesitated, sighed, looked away for a moment. She seemed embarrassed. “Look, I don't really know the right way to ask this question so I'll just come out and ask it. Will you have sex with me?”

Owyn opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. His brain stopped, started, stopped again. Finally, he said, “why?”

Kat actually laughed at that. “I guess that's a fair question. I'm under a great deal of stress right now, so I'll try to keep this short. I'm in Heat. Felis...our bodies want us to reproduce, so, about once a year, we become insanely horny. We want to fuck so badly. We've found ways to get around it, magics, powders, potions...but I timed it badly. I was out hunting, not paying attention, and it hit. I don't want a child, I don't want to be pregnant, but if I don't have sex...” she shuddered, her tail twitching violently. “I think I might go crazy.”

She stared at him intently, entirely focused on him. “I like humans. You're cute. Fuck me...please?” she said, a hint of real desperation creeping into her voice.

“You won't like...kill or rob me or something, will you?” Owyn replied.

“No! I just want sex from someone who won't get me pregnant and humans and felis can't cross-breed so just. Screw. Me!” Kat replied.

He said yes then, partially because he'd always wanted to try sex with a felis and the idea alone was getting him hard but also because he was worried that if he didn't say yes she would attack him. And it very nearly came to that. Almost as soon as he agreed to screw her, Kat all but ran across the clearing. She grabbed him by the wrists, guided him over to his bedroll, (she was very strong), and all but shoved him down onto it. He landed on his bedroll and she was atop him, pulling at his armor. He helped her get it off, which seemed to take far too long for her taste, and when they got down to his clothes, she gave up the attempt of getting them off intact and literally ripped them off.

“No kissing, no foreplay, none of that. Just screw me,” she said, breathing heavily. “Fuck me as hard as you can!” she snapped.

“You got it,” he replied.

She stripped off what little clothing she had on, freeing her large, furry breasts and her pussy. He had just a moment to admire her thick, athletic thighs, her large, firm breasts and her taut stomach before she forcibly switched their positions. She laid down on her back, her legs spread wide, her pussy practically dripping wet. As he neared it, he could feel the heat radiating off of it, almost like he was near an open furnace.

By now, he was rock solid.

“Come on!” Kat demanded.

“Coming,” he replied.

He didn't even need to get his dick lubed up. As soon as he introduced his head to the opening and pushed, it slipped right in. She was that wet. He groaned as he entered her, but she moaned louder, her voice carrying on the night air.

“YES!” she cried, as though experiencing a great release. “Oh, Gods, fucking yes!”

She probably was.

Owyn began driving into her, burying his cock inside of her tight, wet pussy. The pleasure exploded into him, blowing away all his other thoughts, turning him into a version of what Kat had become, driven nearly mad with lust. He didn't want to think anymore, only act, only feel, because what he was feeling was great, the best thing in the world. Nothing compared or even really came close to the raw, unfiltered pleasure of having unprotected sex with a hot woman. And one of the best ways to take it up another notch, to make the bliss even more fantastic, was to have sex with a hot woman who wasn't your own species.

Owyn rested on his knees, the bedroll barely able to contain the two of them as he drove into her over and over, not holding back, just plowing into her tight, hot wetness with all the strength his hips and thighs would grant him.

“By the Gods yes! Fuck me, Owyn, fuck me hard!” Kat shrieked.

He watched his cock disappearing into her over and over again, fascinated by her fur-covered flesh, her thick thighs, her round, powerful hips. His eyes took her all in, gliding up her taut, smooth stomach and up to her huge breasts that bounced freely in sync with his furious thrusting. He thought they might be bigger even than Krystal's had been. He reached forward and groped them, squeezed them, massaged them, loving the feel of her soft warm fur against his skin. It added a whole new level of pleasure to the sex.

Then, wanting to please her more, Owyn reached down in between them and found her clit. But he had hardly begun working it before Kat let out a violent scream of primal pleasure and began to orgasm powerfully. He felt the muscles in her vagina tightening, making her almost too tight to penetrate, and then she let out a low, growling cry as a thick wave of sexual juices escaped her and the orgasm tore through her.

“Fuck...yes! Yes! Keep going! Don't stop!” she demanded.

Owyn obeyed the command. He kept pounding her, listening to the wet sounds of their lovemaking, the loud, breathy pants and feral cries of pleasure. He leaned forward and balanced himself on the heels of his palms, unable to look away from her large, orange-furred breasts topped with dark pink nipples. Suddenly, she reached up, grabbed him and pulled him down. Owyn laid down atop her, pressing himself against her without breaking rhythm, relishing the feel of her soft fur rubbing against his bare chest and stomach.

Kat wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him tightly, and he knew it was sheer force of will that kept her from using her claws on him. He was very grateful. Rough sex was fun but...he had his limits. Kat suddenly broke her previous statement by grabbing his head and guiding his lips to hers. She began kissing him passionately, shoving her rough tongue into his mouth, twining it with his own. She tasted...odd. Not bad, necessarily, but definitely odd. Not what he was used to, then again, Owyn was learning he seemed to lean towards sleeping with women that he wasn't used to. If anything, he seemed to be going for 'the stranger, the better'.

He wondered how far that would take him.

Owyn kept kissing Kat as he fucked her, trying to keep from coming inside of her. He had an idea that perhaps she might be less than thrilled if he finished before she wanted him to. As they kept screwing, he felt her rubbing herself sideways, back and forth, and began to wonder what she was doing when, suddenly, he realized that she was rubbing her clit against him. Just as soon as he'd realized this, she was having another orgasm, another hot wave of feminine juices, coating his thighs and hips and stomach.

“OH GODS YES!” Kat cried. “KEEP GOING!”

Owyn kept going, but he forced her legs open, making her spread them wide. He fucked her for another five minutes before, breathlessly, he told her they were going to have to switch positions. “You'll have to be on top,” he said.

“Fine,” she replied.

They quickly switched positions and for a little bit, Owyn simply laid on his back, grateful. He was pretty excited about sex, and he knew he was in good shape, but he'd been walking most of the day. He stared up at Kat as she rode him, impaling herself again and again on his rock hard cock, moaning loudly.

He reached up and began groping her breasts again, then he slid his hands down her back and grabbed her thick, firm, orange-furred ass. Owyn began driving up into her, causing her to cry out as he pushed his dick deeper inside of her. He could feel his cock throbbing with pleasure, aching for release. He reached down between them, found her clit and began rubbing it again. Almost immediately, Kat had another screaming orgasm. She seemed to tremble and vibrate atop him as the climax ripped through her.

“Oh wow...” she breathed once it was finished. “You can...you can finish, if you're ready.”

“Ready,” Owyn replied.

She nodded and kept riding him. He let the pleasure come this time, let it build, stopped trying to fight it off. He reached up and grabbed her furry breasts again, gripping them firmly, and she let him, leaning forward, planting her hands firmly on his chest.

Then it happened.

He began coming inside of her, crying out, giving voice to his own bliss as it surged through him, seemingly to fill him with a brilliant pink light, a raw, unfiltered pleasure that blasted away all of his senses. For several seconds, or maybe longer, there was only the orgasm. He could feel his dick jerking violently, spasming as it shot load after load of his seed directly into Kat's tight, hot, wet pussy. She was milking him, he came to realize, clenching her vaginal muscles as tight as she could and working his cock, sliding slowly up and down.

He moaned her name several times, still squeezing her tits, until finally he was finished, cleared out and empty.

Owyn let go of her breasts and his hands fell away, limp at his sides. Kat let out a deep, powerful breath, got up, slid him out of her, and laid down next to him, resting her head on the bedroll next to him, panting, cooling.

“Thank you,” she said. “That was very nice. I...that was a great, great release,” she said. “My lust has been satisfied...for now.”

“Oh. Well, uh, good to know,” Owyn replied.

“So...tell me about yourself,” Kat said after a long moment. She said it hesitantly, as though uncertain of herself, and it made Owyn feel a bit more relaxed. Being around women that were absolutely certain of themselves was intimidating...it was hot, definitely, and a quality he liked in women, but it was nice to know they didn't have everything figured out, like him. He didn't have very much figured out.

So, he spent the next ten minutes giving her a simple version of his life, talking about what it was like growing up in the village and his recent...explorations. She seemed to grow more interested with each passing moment.

“So...you're not like other humans,” she said. Not a question, a statement.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

“Because most of the humans I've encountered don't really seem interested in me sexually, which is too bad, because I find humans rather cute. And elves, too. I've only ever been with one other human and one elf before this,” Kat said.

“That's too bad. Sex with you is incredible,” Owyn replied earnestly.

Kat laughed. “That's nice to know. You aren't so bad yourself...” she trailed off, as though distracted by something.

“What about you? What are you doing out here?” he asked.

“Oh...just hunting, having fun, you know? I'd heard there was a bounty on werewolves so I've been killing them, I'm not sure there are any left now...”

“Oh, so it was you who killed them all. I couldn't find any.”

“Sorry about that...” she hesitated again.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just...” Kat sighed. “I need another favor.”

“What's that?”

“I'm not alone out here. I've got a friend, she's in the same predicament as me and she's waiting back at camp. Would you...help her, too?”

“Yeah, sure,” Owyn replied. He yawned suddenly, then laughed. “Well, I'll do the best I can. Chances are I'll need to crash at your camp.”

“That's fine.” She stood up, gathering up her scant bit of clothing and pulling it on. “Come on, the camp isn't far away.”

Owyn pulled out a fresh pair of clothes, dressed and broke down his camp, putting everything back into his pack, except for his skillet, which he just remembered had some beef in it when he went to put the fire out. Sighing, he stared at the burned flesh and tossed it away, as it was inedible now. He let the pan cool, setting it aside, as he put the fire out and finished packing everything up. Kat waited impatiently by the edge of the camp while did this. Finally, when he was done, she helped him with the skillet by cooling it with a quick frost spell. He slipped it into his pack and they started walking through the forest together.

Kat started out at a fair pace, but then started moving faster.

“So who is this friend of yours?” Owyn asked as they walked.

“Her name is Millie. We grew up in the same settlement together. We ended up parting ways several years ago but we just recently ran into each other and decided to stick together for awhile, have some fun, earn some coin.”

Owyn was going to respond, but then he heard quiet moaning coming from up ahead. Kat's pace quickened even more and he hurried to keep up with her. They broke through the treeline into another clearing and found Kat's camp. Owyn took it in at a glance: a pair of bedrolls situated around a fire with a more sophisticated spit-roast placed over it and some supplies piled in one corner of the clearing, as well as several werewolf pelts. What really gathered his attention, however, was the nearly naked felis lying on one of the bedrolls, masturbating furiously.

“Millie?” Kat asked.

Millie gasped and sat up, staring at them both. “What took you so long!?” she snapped.

Owyn studied her in the flickering firelight. She was shorter and thinner than Kat, her fur was also short, but it was a shell pattern of orange, yellow, and red. She was extremely beautiful. Her tail was twitching back and forth, her eyes narrow, focused slits.

“I...was seeking satisfaction,” Kat replied.

“Please tell me you will fuck me,” Millie said, turning her attention to Owyn.

“Yes, I will,” Owyn replied, shrugging out of his pack and beginning to undress.

“Did you hear us?” Kat asked.

“I did, why do you think I was fingering myself? I got so horny and distracted...ooh, he's really cute,” she said.

“He fucks really good,” Kat replied.

Owyn finished undressing and stood naked before Millie, who quickly shucked what little clothing she had on. She laid back on the bedroll, opening up her legs for him, beckoning him on. Owyn could already feel himself getting hard again. He laid down on top of her, kissing her and groping her firm breasts, smaller than Kat's but still enough to be a pleasant handful, and she kissed him back fervently, making liberal use of her tongue, as she reached down in between them and gripped his cock.

She guided him in and he groaned at the pleasure of it. Her voice joined his as he penetrated her. As he began thrusting, it didn't take long to get hard the rest of the way once more. Millie groaned loudly, arching her back and pressing against him with her own hips, forcing him deeper, begging desperately for more.

“Yes, yes, please give it to me...please give it to me!” she cried.

Owyn gave it to her.

He began pounding her, finding it hard to believe that he was lucky enough to be able to make love to two beautiful felis women in a single night. Millie let out a long, low moan of pleasure, a sound of release as he fucked her fast and hard, thrusting madly into her. She pressed back against him with her own powerful hips and thighs, holding on tightly to him.

“This is exactly what I needed!” she cried.

Owyn pulled himself up, balancing on his knees, and kept driving into her. She moaned, spreading her legs for him again, and then he realized Kat was laying down next to them both, her head resting on one hand, grinning at Millie.

“Hi,” she said, placing her hand on her friend's breast.

“Hello, beautiful,” Millie replied breathlessly.

“Care for some help?” she asked, glancing first at Millie, then up at Owyn.

“Love some,” Millie replied.

“Definitely,” Owyn said.

There was nothing quite as hot as watching two women pleasure each other. Kat leaned and pressed her lips against Millie's while at the same time lowering her hand, slipping it in between the two lovers and stimulating her clit. Millie cried out in ecstasy as Kat began pleasuring her, rubbing her clit with the tip of her finger in quick little circles. She let out another low moan of pleasure, which was muffled by the fact that Kat was making out with her, kissing her deeply, and then Owyn felt another splash of sex juices.

“Oh, Kat!” Millie cried out as she came.

“We should switch positions, you like it from behind?” Owyn asked.

“That sounds like the best thing ever right now,” Millie replied. “But we gotta do it quick, I think if I go too long without you pounding me I'll lose my fucking mind.”

“Got it...ready?”

“Yeah, go!”

Owyn pulled out and Kat shifted away. Millie rolled over and got up onto her hands and knees. Owyn quickly got into position behind her, for the first time getting a good look at a felis ass. It was pretty hot and the tail growing out of her back, just above her ass, was even hotter. He placed his hands on her ass and slid his cock into her. She moaned as she accepted his length one more. He pushed himself in all the way, until his hips were touching her hot, furry ass. Owyn gripped her hips and really started drilling her.

“OH FUCK THAT IS INCREDIBLE!” she shrieked.

“Will you eat me?” Kat asked suddenly.

“Yes,” Millie gasped. “Lay down.”

Kat did as she was told, settling herself beneath Millie's mouth, legs spread wide open. Owyn watched in rapt attention, keeping up his own thrusting, as Millie lowered her head and began to eat her best friend out. Kat cried out, moaning and placing both of her hands on Millie's head, thrusting gently up into her mouth and her tongue. Owyn moaned, leaning forward, the pleasure combining with the show he was getting almost too much. He knew he had to keep focused, had to keep satisfying and pleasuring Millie.

To keep himself focused, he reached down and around and up, searching for a few seconds until he found her clit. He began to rub it and stimulate it vigorously, hearing her cry out, her voice muffled once more, though this time she was tongue kissing a different set of lips. Owyn continued stimulating her until he felt another orgasm tear through Millie. Her entire body twitched and shuddered and contracted, her muscles clenching and releasing rapidly. Her moans were loud and carrying. He wondered if anyone was listening in.

Owyn knew he couldn't last much longer. His muscles were ready to give out. It had been a longer day than he realized.

“I'm going to finish,” he said.

“Okay...hold out as long as you can, though,” Millie said, briefly raising her head.

“Got it,” Owyn replied.

To his credit, he did make a genuine effort to keep lasting. And he did manage to last long enough for Kat to have another orgasm of her own, brought on by Millie's oral pleasure. He watched as he continued smashing into her from behind, hands on her hips. Kat was crying out, humping Millie's face, riding her tongue furiously, and then she was yelling in release and pure primal bliss as she came for a fourth time that night.

That was it.

He'd seen too much. He was too turned on.

It all felt too good. Owyn cried out and leaned forward, hunched over Millie, pressed up against her tight, nicely-padded, fur-covered ass. He reached forward and grabbed her breasts, the move almost involuntary at this point, there was just something so perfect, so erotic, so satisfying about groping a woman's breasts, especially as he came.

And coming he was.

The second orgasm of the night tore through him, filled him. Owyn moaned, closing his eyes, reveling in the feel of his cock throbbing and pulsing, twitching violently as it shot loads of his seed into Millie's incredibly tight, hot, wet felis pussy. He was so grateful that he couldn't get either woman pregnant.

As the orgasm finally tapered off, he gently pulled himself out of her and flopped carefully to the ground, laying only half on the bedroll, his torso lying in the leaf-covered dirt. He was too tired, too spent, to care.

For a long moment, none of them said anything, instead opting to simply lay there and catch their breaths. Owyn was grateful for the fire. It was getting cold out. Finally, he sat up. “I was thinking...maybe we should all lay our bedrolls together, so we can be together when we sleep, in case...you know, you girls wake up and get horny.”

“I'm okay with this idea,” Millie said. “I'm guessing then that Kat extended you an offer to stay...did she offer you anything...else?” she asked.

Owyn sat up, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Well, to...you know, to satisfy us?”

“Uh...no.”

Millie looked back at Kat, who just smiled at her, then she looked back at Owyn. “I don't...get it,” she said.

“I'm apparently just as confused as you are. What, specifically, don't you get?” he asked.

“You agreed to have sex with us...without asking for anything in return?” she replied.

“Well...uh, yeah. I mean, having sex with you two is kind of its own reward. I mean, both of you women are very attractive and particularly good at sex.”

Millie continued staring at him. “You aren't lying,” she said, finally.

“I'm not good at lying,” Owyn replied. “Why? It can't be that difficult to believe that I'd sleep with you...simply for the pleasure of sleeping with you. And, yeah, I mean, even setting aside any selfish motives I may have had, wanting to get off and have sex with two hot women, I did genuinely want to help satisfy your urges.”

Millie shook her head and blinked several times. “I just...I've never been able to have sex with a human. In fact, I've never been able to have sex with a member of any other species but my own. You're the first.”

“Wow...I'm sorry that it's been so difficult. I guess I just hope that I was a good first,” Owyn replied.

Millie laughed. “Yeah. You were. Definitely. I don't know if it's just the Heat that's screwing with my perception but...wow, you were a good fuck.”

“Thanks...” Owyn glanced over as a small, cool breeze brought the scent of the cooking meat to his nose. He saw several pieces of venison speared on the spit-roast. Kat followed his gaze and made a small startled sound.

“Damn, forgot about those,” she muttered, hurrying over to the spit-roast and tending to it.

“Mind if I have some of that,” Owyn asked. “When it's finished?”

“Not at all...if I haven't burned the damned things,” Kat muttered.

“Let's rearrange our sleeping bags,” Millie suggested.

Owyn agreed with her and together the pair spent the next ten minutes getting everything in order, reinforcing the sleeping bags with some of Owyn's clothes and a large, comfortable blanket that Kat had in her pack, which was one of those useful backpacks that was larger inside than it was on the outside.

“This way,” Millie said as Owyn helped her spread the blanket out, “we can all snuggle up together.”

“Fine by me, I like snuggling,” Owyn replied.

“I still can't get over how...willing you are to do sexy things with us,” Millie said.

“That sucks,” Owyn said softly. “I mean, it sucks that you feel that way. I've never really gotten why people are all weirded out having sex with members of another species. I mean, felis don't look that different from humans. Neither do elves. Or the beryl. I mean, sure, you have fur and the beryl have scales, but...” he shrugged. “What's the big deal? I have skin, I'm sure we humans look weird to you or the beryl. But what difference does it make? We're all just people, and everyone gets lonely, and there's nothing wrong with some warm comfort in the night.”

“That might be the greatest thing I've ever heard,” Kat said.

Owyn laughed. “Really?”

“Yeah...I don't know, maybe it's just the Heat, but that makes a lot of sense. I don't think it is the Heat, though. I've felt that way a lot in my life. I wonder what sets us apart? What makes us seek out sex with members of other species freely and happily?”

“Maybe it's just...something in us,” Millie replied. “Something we can't control. That'd be sad, though. To think that it's a set thing and not a learned thing. It'd mean that the majority of people wouldn't be able to fully enjoy this...”

“Well, I hate to sound callous and selfish but...more for us, huh?” Owyn replied after a moment of silence had passed.

Both of the felis women laughed merrily. “Yeah, more for us.”

It turned out that the meat was salvageable. They each had a piece, though Owyn took the smallest piece because felis had larger appetites than humans. He pulled a bottle of water out of his pack and drank it with his meal. There was little conversation as the three tore into their meals. Occasionally, Owyn glanced up, staring at the starry sky through the opening in the canopy of branches and leaves overhead. Two of the three moons were visible, glowing a gentle blue in the dark sky. The sight was comforting.

Owyn found the situation he was presently in a little weird, almost like he was dislocated from reality. Of course, he'd been feeling like that a lot lately. He wondered if it would ever go away, or if he would ever get used to it. He hoped not, it was nice. Here he was, sitting naked on a blanket, eating dinner in the middle of the woods at night next to a toasty fire with two beautiful felis warrior women, who were also both naked, and he had just had hot, filthy sex with both of them. Two months ago, he would have never dreamed of such a reality.

But here he was, living it like it was no big deal.

Once they finished up, the three of them laid back on the blanket together, Owyn in the middle, Kat and Millie on either side of him, snuggled up close, letting the waves of heat from the fire wash over them in silent splendor.

“So...what do we do tomorrow?” Owyn asked, yawning wide and long immediately after asking the question.

“Not sure, really,” Millie replied. “Hadn't thought that far ahead.” She yawned too, a big one. Owyn thought they must be as tired as he was: full of food and freshly fucked. It was a good way to be. He felt safe with them there.

“We usually don't plan that far ahead,” Kat added. “We kind of just drift around, making money when we need it, seeing the sights, exploring the land.”

“That's basically what I'm doing,” Owyn replied.

Kat grinned sleepily. “It sounds like you're exploring the ladies of the land,” she said, poking him gently in the side.

“Heh, yeah, I guess I am. There are worse things to do,” he replied.

“Definitely. How about, when we wake up, we'll consider what to do next. I could think of worse things to do than traveling around with you,” Kat said.

“Sounds good to me...” Owyn yawned again, and that seemed to signal the need for sleep for them all.

They all got beneath the heavy blanket. Owyn curled up against Kat's backside, putting an arm over her, and felt Millie behind him doing the same thing, putting an arm over both him and Kat. He felt very warm and comfortable and secure, sandwiched between the two furry warrior women. And that was how he fell asleep.

…

Owyn came awake in the darkness to movement. It was seemingly all around him and for a few startling seconds, he wasn't sure where he was or what was happening. Then it came to him that he could feel soft, warm fur brushing against him.

“Kat?” he murmured quietly. “Millie?”

“Hi, Owyn,” Kat replied, and there was something very sexy, very sultry in her voice.

He pulled back the blanket and saw both women, one on either side of him, their heads near his cock, which was hard. It was still dark, the stars shining coldly overhead, and the fire had burned down to embers.

“What's going on?” he whispered.

Kat answered by licking slowly up one side of his dick. Millie laughed quietly and did the same on the other side. Owyn groaned, aware of what was happening now. They were horny. He couldn't blame them, so was he. He reached down and put a hand on the back of each of their soft heads, between their vertical ears, as they continued licking his cock. Occasionally, they would stop and kiss each other.

Then, Kat took his dick into her mouth and began sucking on it and bobbing her head up and down rapidly. Owyn gasped and moaned at the bliss it afforded him. The inside of her mouth was incredibly hot, incredibly wet, and she made liberal use of her tongue at the same time. After a bit of this, she took it out and passed it to Millie, who did the same thing, seemingly eager to pleasure and please him.

“We're horny and wanted to thank you for being so nice to us,” Kat said, then she took his dick back in her mouth again.

“We're very grateful,” Millie said.

Kat finished sucking him off and pulled back. As she did, Millie got on top of him, straddling him. Kat gripped his cock and helped guide it into her friend. Owyn moaned loudly once more as he slid into the perfect, tight, wet opening of a beautiful felis warrior woman. Millie began to ride him, working her powerful hips and thick, athletic thighs, resting on her knees and shins. She leaned forward, placing her hands flat against his chest, moaning loudly as she pleasured herself on his steel hard cock over and over.

Owyn gripped her hips, thrusting up into her as hard as he could, causing her to cry out. Then, suddenly, she let out a yell of surprised pleasure as Kat reached in between them, found her clit and began to rub it vigorously. She moaned her friend's name several times, panting in desperate pleasure as she had another orgasm. During the course of this, his dick ended up popping free of her. Kat's arm disappeared and he felt her grip him. Instead of slipping him back inside however, he moaned suddenly as she began to suck him off.

“Kat, come on...what's taking so long?” Millie complained. She glanced back over her shoulder. “Oh come on, it's not your turn yet!”

“Quit bitching, it is my turn,” Kat replied.

Millie sighed and got up off of him. Owyn stared up at Kat as she mounted him, sliding him inside of herself now. She rested on the balls of her feet in a low squat and began sliding up and down his dick. He groaned, feeling the perfect, tight drag of her felis pussy, beckoning him ever onward to an orgasm, which was slowly building within him, an undeniable tide of pure bliss that threatened to overwhelm him at any moment.

Owyn reached up and gripped Kat's large, bouncing breasts, unable to resist the temptation. She placed her hands over his, holding them there, squeezing them, embracing him. She cried out, moaning louder as she kept riding him. Abruptly, she dropped one of her hands and began to touch herself. Owyn watched, captivated, as she rubbed her clit, stimulating it until he felt her coming, felt her clenching her muscles, the hot liquid...

“Your turn,” she said breathlessly. “Fill me up,” she added.

Owyn groaned as he felt her clenching her vaginal muscles. She began to ride him faster, focusing on his pleasure now instead of her own. He didn't last much longer. He let go of her breasts and grabbed her hips, then reached around further, grabbing her perfect, firm ass. He let out a short cry of release as he began to climax inside of her. His cock throbbed and twitched and spasmed within her pussy, shooting thick, stringy white loads of his seed into her dark, wet depths. She moaned quietly as he filled her up.

“Good boy,” she whispered, gently rubbing her hands across his chest. “Good boy...come in my tight pussy...” she murmured.

He moaned as she kept milking him with her muscles, getting every last drop out of him. Then he was finished and he collapsed against the large makeshift bed they'd cobbled together out there in the cold wilderness.

Kat got up off of him and Millie joined her as she retreated beneath the blanket once again. Owyn got in between the two of them once more and both women laid against him, gently rubbing their bodies against his.

They began to drift off to sleep again.

CHAPTER VIII

Owyn was tired.

It was the end of a long day and he'd been walking for quite awhile.

The sun was heading towards the horizon and he was a little ways away from the nearest town. Up ahead, he spied a building, what looked like an inn, which was perfect. He needed somewhere to shack up for the night, and he was kind of sick of making camp. He wanted to just fall into a bed and take a real bath.

The inn was still a little ways off. Owyn kept his mind occupied by thinking about the past few days. After the night of passionate, hot, fifthly sex with Kat and Millie, they had given him a werewolf pelt as a present for being so accommodating, even after he reminded them that sex with them was its own reward. They'd walked back to Green View together and turned in the werewolf pelts, collecting the gold bounties.

After that, they'd set up a somewhat more stable camping area just beyond the village proper, since he wanted to hang around town for a few days, and the girls were willing to indulge him, because they didn't really want to leave the source of their pleasure, as the Heat hadn't left them entirely, but they were unwilling to stay in an inn. So this was their compromise. They got a tent, more food and supplies, and went into the village by day and made love and slept by night. Well, sometimes they made love by day, too.

But, ultimately, they both felt the pull of adventure in opposite directions. Before they'd left, however, they'd pointed him in the direction of a potential new playmate. They had a friend, a beryl scholar who was currently residing in another town, deeper inland, away from the Redwood Forest. Apparently Kat had run protection for her when her studies took her to more dangerous parts of the world, and during their travels together, they'd shared their unusual desires. Kat seemed positive that she'd want to sleep with Owyn.

So that's where he was going.

But he wouldn't be there until about two days from now. And tonight he was going to bunk up at the inn, which was very close now. It was a simple two story building. Owyn hoped it had a basement. For some reason, he liked sleeping underground, it made him feel oddly content. Plus, they generally liked to put bathtubs below ground and he'd been spoiled by them. There was just something so great about them...

As he drew closer, Owyn studied the building. It was mostly made of wood and the light coming out of the front windows was bright and cheery. The sun was gone now and the stars were out. The night chill was coming on. He hurried up the short dirt path that led off the main road and pushed open the front door. Stepping inside, he looked around and discovered that he was totally alone. No one stood at the bar, no one sat in the chairs...had everyone gone to bed for the night? He was considering what to do when he heard movement deeper in. He waited and, a moment later, someone appeared through a door in the back of the room.

“Oh, hi! I didn't think anyone was coming tonight.”

Owyn studied the innkeeper. Like the felis before, he'd only ever heard of the far elves, but never been lucky enough to see one. Only a scant handful of paintings and sketch drawings. And here was one standing before him.

She was incredibly beautiful. Tall and pleasantly padded around the hips and chest area, she had shoulder-length dark black hair and smooth, mocha colored skin. Her eyes were brilliant, clear, and blue, and Owyn knew at once that the notion that far elves were very magical in nature was true. The magic glowed through her eyes.

“Hi...could I have a room?” he replied after a moment, distracted by how fucking beautiful she was. On top of all this, she was tall, really tall, probably six and a half feet.

“Yes! Definitely. It's been a slow week, I'd love to rent you a room...can I get you something to eat?” she asked.

“That'd be great. I'm starving. What have you got?” Owyn replied, shrugging out of his pack and setting it down on the nearest table.

“I've still got some venison and chicken and potatoes...milk, too.”

“That sounds great.”

“Excellent! It'll be fifteen gold for the meal and room. Which room would you like? You can have any room you want...well, except mine, I guess.”

“I'd prefer a basement room, if you have one. Also, a room with a bathtub if possible.”

“There are two rooms in the basement and both have tubs. I'll be right back with some food. By the way, my name is Lilith.”

“Owyn.”

She disappeared back from where she'd come and Owyn placed his pack on the floor beside him as he took a seat at the table. A few minutes later, Lilith returned with a big plate of food and a large mug of milk. She set them both down in front of him.

“Care if I join you? It's been awhile since I've had anyone to talk to,” she said.

“Not at all. I'd welcome the company,” Owyn replied.

She sat down and as Owyn ate, he learned about Lilith. Far elves were very rare in his land because they all lived on another continent, across the West Ocean, and they were pretty happy in their homeland. Most of them looked down on most of the other races and saw no real reason to travel. Lilith explained that she had never entirely been comfortable with the idea that her homeland was it: the end-all, be-all answer to everything. When she'd learned that there was an entire world out there, whole other continents and species and ways of thinking, it was all she could think about. So she bought passage on a boat and came to this land, and began traveling all over it, becoming an adventuress who specialized in magic.

“So why are you at this inn?” Owyn asked. He'd since finished his meal, feeling very full and content and happy.

“Oh, well...I kind of tired of traveling all the time. And I'd spent so many nights at inns...I thought it'd be fun to run my own. So I bought the materials and hired the labor and bought this plot of land. Built my own inn, furnished it. Right now it's just me, but every now and then I hire someone to help me run it. It's pretty easy and I've always liked being by myself, alone with the quiet. It's very peaceful out here.”

“I imagine...if you don't mind my asking, how old are you? I've heard stories that your kind live a long time,” Owyn replied.

“Oh, no problem at all. I'm a hundred and fifty seven,” she replied.

“Holy shit...you look fantastic for your age,” Owyn said.

She laughed. “Thanks. But for comparison, I'm in my...late twenties, I guess? For a human, anyway. So, not that old, really.” A moment of silence passed between them. Lilith looked down at the tabletop for a moment, idly running her finger across it. “So...you got a girlfriend or anything?” she asked without looking up at him.

“Uh...no, no one in my life at the moment,” Owyn replied carefully.

“I could be your girlfriend for the night, if you wanted,” she said, finally looking up at him. Her eyes seemed even more alive than before.

“I'd like that, a lot,” Owyn said, feeling his pulse quicken.

She grinned suddenly. “Really?”

“Yeah. Definitely.”

“Oh, that's great! It's so hard to talk you humans into sleeping with me,” she said, standing up. “I guess my kind get a bad reputation because they typically say things equating to the idea that they'd rather commit suicide than sleep with a 'lesser' species like humans. Which I think is a lot of crap. Humans are cute,” Lilith said.

Owyn grabbed his pack and followed Lilith back through the inn, past the bar and into a door at the back. She led him down a narrow flight of stairs, comfortably lit by flickering candlelight. They came to a short corridor with three doors, one on either side and a third at the back. Lilith walked past both doors to the one at the back.

“This is my room,” she said. “I'll admit it, sleeping with the inn owner gets you preferential treatment,” she added with a smirk.

“Awesome!” Owyn replied, getting more eager as the seconds ticked by. He couldn't help it. Having sex with a far elf was something he genuinely thought he wouldn't be able to do. This was a once in a lifetime experience.

Well, unless, of course, he decided to come back by this inn again later...

He stopped as he followed her into her bedroom. It was really nice. The room was big, comfortably sized. The walls were paneled in polished wood and there were no windows. A comfortable, flickering light lit the room from a dozen well-placed candles mounted on the walls. Owyn spotted a large, ornate desk covered with books and parchment and gems and, next to it, a huge bureau that was partially open and showed a great deal of clothes. A very large sunken bathtub, filled with crystal clear, steaming water, filled one corner, and in the other corner was a table with three chairs around it.

In the center of all this was a huge bed covered in red silk blankets and pillows.

“Whoa,” Owyn said, taking it all in.

“I take it you like?” Lilith asked as she stripped off her shirt.

“Definitely, very nice.”

“Well, you know how it is. Living on the road is fun and all, but after years of it...living in luxury is just as fun.”

Owyn watched as she took off her pants. “I'll...I should probably have a bath before we, you know, get to it,” he said.

Lilith smirked. “I'll join you,” she said, taking off her bra. Owyn watched, mesmerized, as her large, perfect breasts were freed. Lilith's smirk became a grin and she turned around, bending over slightly as she pulled her panties down.

Owyn began undressing, his eyes glued to her perfect, well-padded ass. Lilith turned around and ran her hands down her sides. “I'm not as thin as I used to be,” she said, patting her stomach. “What do you think?”

“I think you're fucking hot,” Owyn replied.

Lilith laughed openly at this, as though he'd slipped past her carefully calculated defenses and hit her funny bone directly. “Well, can't argue with that.”

Owyn got out of his armor and stripped off his clothes as fast as he could. Once he was naked, he walked over to Lilith, looking up into her beautiful face. She smiled benevolently at him, leaned down and took his face in her hands. She pressed her thick red lips against his, kissing him deeply, slipping her tongue in for a few seconds, then pulled back and took his hand. Without a word, she led him across the room and to the tub.

They slipped carefully into the pleasantly heated water together.

Owyn had an idea that he should get cleaned up first, but he was already stiffening and Lilith seemed interested in getting things started off sooner rather than later. She moved against him in the water, running her hands across him below the surface. He returned the gesture, first groping her huge breasts, massaging them gently, relishing the way they felt in his hands. He let go of them as she came closer, pressed her lips against his once more, slipped her tongue in once more. Owyn reached behind her and down.

He started groping her thick, firm ass. She spread her legs and then wrapped them around him. He held her up easily in the water, his hands cupping her ass still.

“You ready for it?” she asked a little breathlessly.

“Yes,” he replied simply, hard as a rock now.

“Good,” she whispered, reaching down between them and gripping his dick.

She guided it inside of her and he groaned. She was perfect and tight and wet inside. So incredibly wet, and hot, too. She began riding him, sliding perfectly up and down the rigid length of his dick, pleasuring him, staring deeply into his eyes with her own magical blue eyes. She began kissing him again, her kiss deep and passionate as she rode him. Owyn moaned as the pleasure coursed through him, moaned into her mouth, into her red lips. He could feel her clenching down there, almost as though she were jacking him off as she fucked him. The pleasure was almost too much to bear. Was he really this prone to blowing off early or did he just keep running into women that were that hot or that good at sex?

“I'm gonna...damn, gonna go,” he gasped.

Lilith smiled and kissed him. “It's okay, we've got all night,” she said.

Owyn gasped in release as he began coming inside of her. She moaned softly and clutched at him, holding him tightly. “Yes...” she whispered. “I can feel it. Gods, there's so much of it and it's so hot...fill me up, cute human.”

He filled her up. Owyn moaned louder as his dick throbbed and spasmed. He held onto her just as tightly until he finished climaxing within her.

“Thanks,” he said, weakly, as he disengaged from her.

“You're quite welcome. You seemed a bit tense, I thought this would relax you...do I intimidate you?” she asked as he pulled out of her.

“Yeah, somewhat,” Owyn replied. “But that's kind of part of the attraction.”

“Oh really?”

“Definitely. I don't know what it is about me but I'm kind of drawn to women with strong personalities. Also women who are really strong or tall or tough, or even older. I slept with a mature, tall paladin a little while ago and it was awesome.”

“Mature paladin...do you mean Lydia?”

“Yeah! Do you know her?”

“Oh, yes! I love Lydia. We traveled together last year for about two weeks. We were hunting rogue necromancers. Ooh, we had some really nice threesomes. God she has such beautiful tits and an ass to die for.”

“Did she ever.”

They did actual bath things after that. Owyn found some soap and washed himself off, doing a thorough job now that he had the opportunity. He also helped Lilith get clean too, running his soapy hands all over her soft, flawless mocha skin, lingering on her breasts, hips, thighs, and ass. When they were finished, the pair crawled out of the tub and dried off, then walked, naked, across the room and got into the bed.

“This is really a study in luxury,” Owyn said, lying there on the silk sheets.

“Ha! Yeah, it really is. It's nice to spoil yourself rotten after so much hard living...so, you up for another round?” she asked.

“Yes. And this time around, I'll help you unwind,” he said.

“I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't enjoy that,” Lilith replied.

Owyn got down between her legs, which she spread wide for him. He carefully spread the lips of her pussy and bowed his head, letting his breath trickle out. He felt her shudder in anticipation. He extended his tongue and touched the tip of it to her clit. He was satisfied to hear her give out a little cry of pleasure.

He moved slowly at first, gently massaging her clit with the tip of his tongue for several minutes. Then, eventually, he began to lick it, listening to her cries of ecstasy begin to fill the room. He began using his lower lip, really eating her out, and slipped a finger into her. He began fucking her with his finger, pushing up into her most sensitive of spots.

It wasn't long before she orgasmed.

Owyn kept pleasuring her as his foreplay elicited a spray of hot feminine juices. She cried out, screaming openly, crying his name amid the shouts of pleasure. Finally, he let up and let the orgasm finish off.

“Oh...thank you!” she said. “That was very nice,” she said. “Now...why don't you let me return the favor?” she asked.

“Gladly,” Owyn replied.

They switched positions. Owyn watched in pure joy as this beautiful, tall far elf goddess lowered her head, opened her mouth, and slipped his cock inside of it. He groaned as she started sucking his dick, bobbing her head rapidly, expertly. He moaned louder as she got her hand in the mix, gripping his dick firmly. She let a huge gob of spit come out and began jacking him off, pumping her fist rapidly over the head of his dick, and looked up at him.

“Ready to fuck?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Mind if I'm on top?”

“Not at all.”

She stopped jerking him off and got on top of him. He stared up at her, awed by just how big she was, as she slipped his cock inside of her and began riding him once again. She moaned loudly, leaning backwards, resting her hands on his shins, making her huge breasts stick out even more. They bounced in a hypnotizing way as she rode his dick. Owyn managed to tear his eyes away from them only to look down and watch his dick disappear inside of her perfect, smooth vagina over and over again. He reached out and grabbed her considerable hips.

“You like that?” she asked.

He responded by thrusting up into her. She moaned and switched positions, leaning forward, resting her hands on his chest. Owyn kept driving up into her, feeling the sexual bliss wash over him in waves. Lilith must really have gone awhile without sex, because before long she was having another orgasm, crying out, releasing another wave of feminine juices onto him. He reached up and grabbed her breasts, knowing that he was near another climax himself. He continued fucking her, driving up into her, for several more minutes until his own orgasm came. His dick jolted and kicked inside of her, once again releasing a thick of load of his seed into her.

When they were finished, she got off of him and laid down beside him.

“Worth losing the fifteen gold?” Owyn asked as they got beneath the blankets.

“Totally worth it,” Lilith replied.

CHAPTER IX

Gray clouds were gathering in the skies and a distant thunder threatened rain. Most other adventurers would likely regard this with anything ranging from disdain to irritation. Some might even take it as a bad omen.

Not Owyn Fisher, though.

He was happy.

Every now and then he would glance up at the thickening gray cloud cover and smile. He'd never really been able to pinpoint exactly why, but ever since he was a young child, Owyn had loved the rain. He loved the sound of it, the smell, the feel of it on his skin. Being wet didn't really bother him. Living in a seaside town with fishing as its main export, of course, meant that you got used to being wet. But for Owyn, it had never been a bother.

It hadn't been raining much lately, so he was really looking forward to the experience. In the distance, he could see his destination: Blair Hill. He was following directions from the pair of felis women he'd met and...spent some quality time with a few days ago. The memories brought a smile to his face. How could they not?

Sex with warrior women, he'd learned, was amazing sex.

Sex with furry, feline-like warrior women was even better. Especially when they were in heat and were desperately seeking satisfaction.

Owyn was still fairly surprised at the turn his life had taken lately. When he'd left his home village last month, he had initially hoped that he would engage in adventures, fight dangerous monsters, explore old ruins. And, of course, a level below that, he'd hoped that his sex life would take a turn for the interesting.

Or, at least, be busier.

But he hadn't expected anything like this. All of these...unique women. He supposed it made enough sense. From all he'd read and gathered on the subject, Owyn had figured that the sex life of an adventurer would be easy come, easy go. Other adventurers or prostitutes or maybe even women that were easily wowed by a guy who lived the adventurer lifestyle. He'd hoped, he'd dreamed. And, of course, he had his own fantasies.

It was strange, but the past month or so had really brought into focus just how far-reaching and different his sexual appetites were.

He'd slept with a Sister of Death, (two actually), a vampire, (again, two, one of them a millennium old matron who still looked damned good for a thousand), a tall, mature warrior woman, two elven beauties, and a pair of felis, (cat women). He'd also stayed the night at an inn the night before and found himself in the bed of a far elf.

That had been something special.

And now he was on his way to try for a roll in the hay with a beryl. A lizard woman.

Owyn continued mulling over this as he walked down the heavily worn pathway. The skies continued to darken and the thunder continued to rumble. In the distance, he saw lightning every now and then. The city was getting closer. Next to him was a comfortable dense treeline, the edge of the Sage Woodland, according to a map he'd bought.

It wasn't necessarily that he was surprised he was attracted to women that weren't human. That much was obvious. He'd always had fantasies about beryl and felis and elves. And other types of women. He'd always been very curious about how it would feel to rub himself against the soft fur of a felis or to touch the dry scales of a beryl woman.

No, what surprised him was just how good the sex was with them.

He'd gone to bed with a few women in his home village, what most human men would consider 'standard fare' in the course of a sex life. And it had been good. He'd very much appreciated the fact that the women had agreed to sleep with him. Owyn had enjoyed it, they had enjoyed it. (At least, he hoped they had.)

But the sex with Kat had really opened his eyes.

It had been probably the best sex of his short life.

Owyn had been thinking about this for the entirety of his walk to Blair Hill. The best conclusion he'd been able to draw was that maybe the sex was so great because, in human culture, at least in this country, sex between the different species was a social taboo. Or maybe it was simply because they were different species. Similar enough in basic design to still be considered technically attractive, (arms, legs, fairly appropriate proportions), but still different enough to register in his brain as exotic and unknown, (tails, fur, scales.)

Ultimately, Owyn decided that perhaps it didn't matter. He was having sex with women that wanted to have sex with him, and it was good.

That seemed to be all that mattered in terms of the sex itself.

Owyn decided, as he often did when these thoughts surfaced, to simply stop thinking so much and enjoy the ride. He focused his attention to Blair Hill, which was clearly within view now. It resided at the edge of the Sage Woodland, a small forest. It looked very peaceful. It also looked about the size of his own home village, which meant that perhaps two or maybe three hundred people lived here. He had to wonder what beryl was doing in a place like this. Small towns weren't exactly known for their...open-mindedness.

Before they'd parted ways, Kat and Millie had told him that they had a beryl friend they used to run protection for. The last time they'd bumped into each other, a few weeks ago, she'd said she was off to Blair Hill and the Sage Woodland for research. They'd mentioned this because, like them, this beryl had a taste for human mating partners. Owyn found himself feeling bad for her. It was considered a tolerable fetish in his culture to want to sleep with an elf...which was basically a petite, pointy-eared human.

It was even more a stretch to want to fuck a felis.

But a beryl? A lizard woman?

He hadn't encountered anyone who was interested in that. He imagined it had to be rare. Of course, that made his odds better. Although he didn't want to feel like he was exploiting her...Owyn sighed softly. Hopefully it was less complicated than he was making it out to be. Usually it was, but it was always so...strange to just walk up to a more or less complete stranger and ask if they'd be interested in sex.

It'd gone well for him so far, but how long would his luck last?

Owyn finally reached the town's limit, making his way onto a cobblestone path in between a row of simple, single-story houses of wood with thatched roofs. It was midday by now, though it was difficult to tell through the thick cloud cover. At this point, everyone would be out and about, doing their jobs.

He kept walking, slowing his pace, enjoying the sights. It was nice to be back in civilization again. He'd spent the better part of two days on the road getting here. It could get lonely out there. Owyn imagined that spending a lot of time in the great outdoors, by yourself, was something that you had to get used to if you planned on being an adventurer. Though he wasn't necessarily against taking on a partner, or, more accurately, a string of partners that came and went because one of them got tired of the other.

Soon, the houses gave way to other buildings. He passed a guard post, a series of merchant's stalls, an inn, a bar, a blacksmith. In the distance, on a rise of land to the east, he could see a gray stone castle that overlooked it all. That's where the local lord would live. Every town, apparently no matter how small, had a lord in a castle. Owyn came to stand in the middle of what appeared to be the town square, looking around.

There were several larger buildings, but...where to find the beryl scholar? It came to him after a moment: the library. Duh. But did a village this size even have a library? Had his own village even had one? He couldn't remember, for some reason. Owyn realized, all at once, that he was very tired and hungry. He'd had a small breakfast and nothing since then. He'd been on the road all day. So, maybe it was a good idea to eat first.

Then he could go looking for that scholar.

Among the buildings in the square was a small, open-faced structure with a handful of chairs and tables beneath an extended wooden roof. It looked like they were serving food. Good. The place was empty. Judging by the time of day, Owyn figured that he would have just missed a lunch rush of loggers, hunters, and guardsmen. Fine by him, he preferred to eat alone. Or with a woman. For some reason, he seemed to get along with them the most.

Owyn walked up to the front counter. The small room behind the counter was empty, though there was a door in the back wall that led deeper into the structure. He banged a few times on the counter and a heavyset, middle-aged man appeared.

“Hello, sir,” he said, washing his hands off with a cloth. “I'm afraid you've missed the main meal. Going to take awhile to make more, for the dinner rush, but I do have some food leftover.”

“What have you got?” Owyn replied.

“Let me check.” The man disappeared through the door and Owyn listened to him rummaging around. He reappeared a moment later. “A bowl of venison and vegetable stew, some diced potato, and some apples and carrots is all I have at the moment, I'm afraid.”

“Okay. Throw it all on a plate and add in something to drink. Some kind of juice.”

“Is orange juice okay?”

“Sounds great.”

“Right. Be back in a moment.”

Owyn took a seat at a table, shrugging out of his pack and setting it on the ground first. He let out a heavy sigh as he did this. He was in good shape and he'd spent most of his life working hard, but still...walking for eight hours straight took its toll. It felt good to sit down. He was still relishing this feeling when the owner turned up once more, this time carrying a big plate of food with a steaming bowl on it in one hand and a large mug of orange juice in the other. He set them both down on the table in front of Owyn.

“How much?” Owyn asked.

“Five gold,” the man replied.

Owyn figured it was fair enough and decided not to try and haggle. He fished out five gold coins and handed them over. The man thanked him and disappeared back into the building. Owyn stopped trying to think about anything and focused wholly on his meal. He found thinking difficult on a painfully empty stomach.

He tried not to eat too fast and enjoy his meal, and he ended up getting two refills on the orange juice, costing him another two gold coins. But he didn't mind. The werewolf pelts Kat and Millie had given him had ended up fetching a nice price. He was probably set for a little while now. Well, hopefully. At some point, he still needed to get his gear looked at and worked on by a professional, to deal with the wear and tear.

When he was finished with his meal, the owner returned to take the remains away. As he came out, Owyn regained his train of thought.

“I was curious...have you seen any beryl around here recently?” he asked.

“Yes,” the man replied, almost immediately. He didn't seem happy about answering the question. “She comes here once or twice a day to eat, during the lulls. She was here before the lunch rush, actually. She's been here for about a week now.”

“Huh. What's she doing here?” Owyn replied.

The man sighed and shrugged. “I don't know. She spends all her time in her room at the inn. She visited the castle a few times. I've heard that she's looking through old records. Not really sure why...what are you asking for?”

“Curiosity,” Owyn said.

The man didn't seem satisfied with this statement. “Well, I think she's up at the castle right now,” he said, then he finished gathering up the remains of Owyn's meal and took it back into the restaurant. Owyn decided it was time to get going.

He stood and began walking once more.

…

It began to rain very lightly as Owyn walked up to the castle.

He followed the winding path that led away from Blair Hill and up the hill that the castle had been built atop. The higher he went, the better the view became. When he was on a final approach to the huge gates built into the security wall that surrounded the castle proper, he had a pretty decent view of the whole area.

He supposed that was the point.

“Halt!” one of the two guardsmen standing in front of the gate said, though from his demeanor it seemed that he was taking the opportunity to do something more interesting than standing around all day rather than taking his job incredibly seriously.

“Hello,” Owyn replied, coming to a careful halt.

“State your identity,” he said firmly.

“Owyn Fisher. I'm...an adventurer, I guess.”

“What business have you at the castle?”

Okay, maybe he really was too into being a guard. “I'm looking for someone. A beryl scholar,” he replied.

The guards glanced at each other, then seemed to drop the act. “Are you here to get her out of here?” he replied eagerly.

“I...let's say yes,” Owyn replied.

“Oh thank the Gods,” the guard groaned in relief. “I can't tell you how annoying it is to have her around! Coming and going all the time! Do you know how irritating it is to have to let in someone like a beryl!? It's embarrassing!”

“You have my deepest sympathies,” Owyn replied, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. This guy was clearly a moron.

“Open it up!” he called up.

The gate began to open.

“Thanks,” Owyn said.

He walked in through the gate as soon as it had been raised enough to allow him inside. As he began making his way across the courtyard, Owyn realized that he had more respect for this woman than he had before. Obviously she was a very patient or a very dedicated woman if this is what she was putting up with for her research. That made her tough in one way or another, which was good...he apparently liked that in a woman.

“What are you doing here?”

Owyn had just stepped in through the front doors to the castle and had begun looking around the entry hall when another guard had approached him.

“Looking for a beryl scholar,” Owyn replied.

The man, tall, tanned, and sporting an ugly mustache, relaxed and rolled his eyes. “Oh. Her.” He pointed. “Down the left wing there, third door on the right, in the historical records...are you going to take her away?” he asked.

“Uh...sure,” Owyn replied.

He wondered if he should stop lying to these people, as he had no intention of trying to make this woman do anything she didn't want to, but they were just so...disagreeable. He wanted to lie to them and make them angry.

They really deserved it.

“Oh thank the Gods,” the guard muttered.

Owyn turned away and began walking quickly towards his destination, knowing that if he hung around much longer he'd say something he'd regret. Being from a small village, living in the country he lived in, Owyn wasn't a stranger to casual racism. There were all sorts of stereotypes that floated around the culture. He felt very lucky that he'd had a very tolerant and intelligent mother. His father hadn't said much on the subject, but his mother had gone out of her way to teach him that stereotypes were a load of shit.

Everyone was different, and, until they lost it, everyone deserved respect.

Not to mention making assumptions tended to make you look like an idiot.

Owyn found the historical records archives. The door was slightly ajar and he heard someone talking quietly to themselves. He reached up and knocked on the door. There was a pause, then, an irritated female voice said, “enter.”

Owyn pushed the door open. He looked around as he stepped inside and pushed the door mostly closed again behind him. The archives looked like a room that didn't seem to get much attention. It was a simple, square room with two dusty windows built into the far wall. The walls were covered in bookshelves, and a single desk was placed in the center of the room. The beryl scholar sat at the desk, not looking up at him, staring at an old tome.

“No, I'm not done, but I'm almost finished. And yes, I promise not to shed my skin on the carpet, nor to eat your children or...whatever new thing you think I'm going to do when your back is turned.” She said all this without looking up.

When Owyn didn't say anything, because he couldn't think of anything to say, she finally did look up. She frowned. “You aren't familiar. You aren't a guard and you're definitely not a servant...who are you?” she asked.

Owyn cleared his throat and found his voice. “My name is Owyn. I'm an adventurer. I've...come looking for you.”

The scholar continued staring at him. She seemed like a woman who often had either all the answers or, failing that, at least a snippy quip, but here she was speechless. Finally, she blinked twice and responded. “I don't know anyone named Owyn.”

“Um...I...” he hesitated. How to approach this?

“You aren't here to kill me, are you?” she asked. The way she asked it seemed to indicate this was something she'd had to put up with before.

“No,” he replied immediately.

“Good. Better men, and women, than you have tried...well, if you aren't here to kill me, I suppose I could hire you to help me. I'm getting ready to head into the Sage Woodland and while I'm quite capable of defending myself, I have found that I often have a tendency to get far too wrapped up in my studies for comfort's sake and need someone to watch my back. I'm open to negotiation, but I'll start the bidding off at a flat fee of fifty gold per day, two days' work minimum, seven days' work maximum. What do you think, Owyn?” she asked.

“That...sounds good,” Owyn replied, feeling as though he were being swept up and carried along by a current.

Abruptly, the woman stood up. “Excellent. Do you need to purchase anything or can we leave right now?” she asked.

“I don't and we can, but...I thought you said you weren't ready to leave yet.”

“I was just being snarky. I'm not actually ready to leave yet, but everything I need is in this book. I was going to hang around and simply read it, but I think I'll take it along. I can't stand being in this castle any longer. I was preparing to search for someone to guard my back. A difficult task that may take days, but now you've apparently fallen into my lap. Why did you come looking for me? No, wait, don't tell me yet, tell me on the way out of this miserable village.”

Abruptly, she closed the book she was holding shut with a sharp snap and shoved it into a backpack. Shrugging into the pack, she came out from behind the desk and moved across the room. This entire time, she delivered every sentence with an almost bored competency, as if she was used to talking rings around people and being smarter than everyone else in the room. Normally Owyn would find that quality annoying, but...

In her it was attractive.

She wasn't bad looking, either.

Quite the opposite in fact. She was tall, about his height, and slim. Her skin was green and smooth and scaly, not unlike a snake's. Her head was smooth except for two horns that stuck out of her head, close to the top. She had slit pupils inside large yellow eyes and her mouth stuck a little bit out of her face, like a lizard's. She had a tail that started out thick and thinned out as it went, where it came to a narrow point after about a foot and a half. She wore simple traveling clothes, a blue, long-sleeved shirt and gray pants.

Owyn followed her in silence, fighting to keep up with her. Her stride was quick and her legs were long. Everyone looked at them both as they passed, guardsmen and servants and visitors. They all seemed relieved to see her going. Part of him wondered why it was such a big deal that she was around but another part of him knew that it was just because she was a beryl. It really was that simple. It was also that stupid.

They left the castle and walked across the courtyard in silence. It was still raining, though more than a mist now. Owyn felt a relief sweep through him as they stepped out through the main gate and began making their way back to the village, both from being outside of the castle and away from the guards, and for the rain.

“So, Owyn Fisher, talk to me, tell me, how did you find me and why?” the scholar asked. He realized that he still didn't know her name.

“I'm friends with Kat and Millie,” Owyn replied, deciding it was a good place to start. Or, at least, as good as any.

The scholar's face lit up immediately. “Kat and Millie sent you!? Oh, it's been too long since I've seen those two girls...how are they?”

“They're good. We met under, uh...interesting circumstances.”

“Hmm, interesting circumstances. Well, considering what time of year it is and the fact that you're a handsome young human man and you apparently aren't disgusted or irritated by me...I'm going to guess that it was 'that time of the year' and Kat and Millie were having too much fun to remember to prepare for their Heat and you were the nearest thing with a dick that wouldn't get them pregnant. Am I right?” she asked.

Owyn didn't even get a chance to respond.

The scholar had stopped and was staring at him with a big grin on her face. “You're cheeks are turning red! I'm dead on. You mated with Kat and Millie. And then they sent you to me, which means...” Her smile widened even further. It was actually a little disturbing, almost like she was contemplating eating him.

“You want to mate with me,” she said. Not a question, a statement of fact. Damn but she was really smart and aware.

“Uh...yeah,” Owyn replied awkwardly.

“Oh the Gods have finally listened to me...do you know how long it's been since I got laid? Two months and six days to be precise. And that was with some drunk idiot of my own species. It's been over a year since I've talked a human man into sleeping with me.” She looked up him up and down as they stood there in the rain.

“Mmm...I've got to admit, it's a genuine struggle not to just screw you right here, right now in the rain. But things are better if you have to wait for them, and I'd like to be comfortable at least. Come on, we've got a walk to take.”

With that, she turned and began walking quickly down the cobble path once more. Owyn, feeling a bit dazed, hurried to keep up with her.

“Uh...what's your name?” he asked.

“Huh? Oh, you can call me Liz,” she replied.

“Liz? Wait, as in...”

“Yes. As in 'lizard'.”

“I was going to say 'Elizabeth', actually.”

“Oh. Well, it's what I tell my friends to call me. Or cute human boys I want to sleep with. My real name is difficult to pronounce for everyone that isn't part of my species. Something to do with the shape of the tongue. Anyway, yes, Liz will do just nice.”

“So...what are you doing out here? You obviously hate it here and this pretty much seems like the ass-end of nowhere,” Owyn asked.

They reached the base of the hill that the castle resided on, but instead of heading into town, Liz broke left and followed another path, towards the dark bulk of the Sage Woodlands. The rain had settled into a steady fall.

“I do research,” she said. “Ever since I was nineteen years old...well, to be completely honest, I've been interested in digging up artifacts in old ruins or the dirt for as long as I can remember. But I found that I was very good at offensive magic. Beryl aren't often naturals at it, but I was. So were my parents. There were these ruins outside the village I grew up in...I'm from the beryl homelands, across the Southern Sea, but my parents came here with me for...stupid political reasons. I'd rather not get into it.” She sighed, frustrated, shook her head.

“Anyway,” she continued, “there was this old fort outside of our village. Ancient thing, falling apart. My dad used to take me on walks and I saw it once, through the trees. I became obsessed with it. It called to me, to my imagination...I begged and begged and begged my parents to let me go and explore it, but they wouldn't let me. Eventually, I snuck out when I was thirteen and went to check it out myself. Nearly got killed, because a partially collapsed wall almost fell on me, but otherwise it was a lot of fun.”

“You've got guts,” Owyn said. They were closer to the forest now, the dark treeline perhaps two hundred feet ahead. “Most I ever snuck out for was to sleep with a cute girl.”

Liz laughed. “I've been known to do that myself. Though for me it was boys and girls. Anyway, research is my thing. But hands-on research, not the kind where you spend all day in libraries, reading old dusty tomes. I don't like that part. I want to live the research, uncover the history. Ancients forts, old castles, crumbling ruins...I want to know why they are the way they are. What happened to them? What's their history?”

“And that's your...job?” Owyn replied. “How do you...make money off of it?”

“No, it was my job. From nineteen to about thirty, that was my job. I was kind of a freelance historian. I would help track and recover artifacts, lost family heirlooms, uncover the truth behind forgotten or lost family members from the past. You can't imagine how many would-be heroes and commanders and visionaries have gone missing. Even over the past century. And their relatives want to know the truth. Well...actually, they want to hear that their grandfather or great-uncle died valiantly in combat...they never want to hear that he died in sleep or was mugged and killed by a prostitute or got lost and froze death.”

Owyn snorted. “Yeah, that'd be kind of embarrassing.”

“So, I made a name for myself, made my fortune. Then, when I turned thirty, I realized that...I didn't need to actually work anymore. I didn't need to take on any job that I didn't want, or any job for that matter. That was when I started working for myself, indulging my own curiosity. I hunt down lost relics and hidden histories. I solve enigmas, to sate my own curiosity.”

“And how long ago did you start doing this?”

“Five years now...how old are you? You must be young.”

“Eighteen,” Owyn replied.

Liz gave him a knowing smile. “You like older women don't you? Kat and Millie are both about my age.”

Owyn felt his cheeks growing hot again. “Guilty as charged, I'm afraid.”

“Figures. Any boy worth his salt is attracted to older women like a moth to the flame. Which is good for all us old gals,” Liz said.

“Come on, thirty five isn't old. You sure don't look old,” Owyn replied.

Liz smiled and ran a hand across one of his cheeks. “Well, aren't you cute and smooth with the compliments? Kat and Millie must have loved you. Was it just once, or did you spend some time with them?” she asked.

“We spent a few days together,” Owyn replied.

They reached the treeline and began following a path through the trees. All around them, the rain continued to fall, tapping the canopy of leaves and branches overhead.

“So, an answer to your original question,” Liz said. “Why am I here, putting up with these morons? There's a ruin in this forest. I've found almost no references to it anywhere. When that happens, it piques my interest. Chances are, it's usually a private structure, built by a minor lord who had too much pull and coin for his own good, and when he up and died, no one really cared about the building, so they left it to rot...after looting it blind, of course. But facts are rare, especially in this case, and I want to know the truth.”

“That...is certainly a dedication to your own curiosity,” Owyn replied after a moment.

Liz laughed. “I know, I'm weird. But I can afford it. I'm smart, I'm capable, I'm independent. This makes me happy, and it took me a little while, but I discovered that happiness is pretty damned important...what about you, Owyn Fisher? How did you end up in this lifestyle? Eighteen years old, adventurer for hire, sleeping with ladies of the older, non-human persuasion? That sounds like a mystery to me.”

Owyn smiled and began telling her. It took about an hour, what with all the questions Liz kept asking, and by the time they finished up, she suddenly stopped. They had come to a clearing and, just ahead, through an opening in the treeline, Owyn could see the remains of a stone structure. Liz's mystery ruins.

“This is where we'll make camp,” she said. “Here, help me clear the rocks and wood out. I've got a tent and stuff in my pack. One of those nice little magical items that's bigger on the inside than it is on the outside.” She shrugged out of the pack and stretched, then popped her neck, turned and grinned at him. “And...to help incentivize you, I just thought I'd let you know that as eager as I am to get into that structure, I'm hornier than I am curious. So, the sooner we set up the camp, the sooner I'm going to take all my clothes off and lay on my back.”

Owyn stared at her for a moment, then responded by immediately getting to work.

…

It took half an hour to get everything set up, but it felt like longer.

They cleared a space, set up the tent and the bedding inside, built a fire pit and got a fire going. Liz also set up a turn-style spit-roast and speared a couple of rabbits she'd had tucked away in her pack, protected by a preservation spell.

“I love rabbits,” she said. “We don't have them in my homeland. They taste fantastic. And...” She reached out and touched the spit-roast with the tip of her green-scaled finger, which glowed slightly. It began to spin slowly on its own. “It should be done by the time we're done, Owyn...come with me and I'll show you what a mature beryl can do in the sack.”

Owyn followed her into her tent.

They spent the next few moments undressing in silence, though Owyn ended up taking longer than was necessary because he kept staring at Liz. The more clothing she took off, the more he realized just how fucking hot she was. Her clothes were slightly baggy, not really showing off any kind of shape or figure beyond the fact that she was thin. And she was indeed thin, but as she took off her shirt and pants, he could see what kind of shape she was in. Her skin was smooth and light green and scaly. She was obviously in fantastic shape, her small but well-defined muscles gliding beneath her skin with each languid movement.

She took off her bra and dropped it, revealing her small, high, firm breasts. Then, noticing his gaze and seemingly enjoying putting on a show, she turned around and bent over slightly, pulling down her panties. Her tail sprouted from her lower back, just above her ass, which was very nice to look at. It was unblemished, fit, and firm. She stepped out her panties and turned back around, standing fully nude before him, running her hands slowly down her sides and resting them on her well-rounded, attractive hips.

She smirked. “Am I everything you had hoped? I've come to understand that men of your culture prefer women who are a bit...rounder, and I am on the skinny side...”

“No,” Owyn replied. “You're fantastically beautiful.”

“I'm glad to hear it. Finish taking your clothes off,” Liz replied.

Owyn obeyed her, finishing by pulling his pants and his boxers off. He stood before her, now also fully naked, feeling a little odd about it. She was studying him, almost like he was one of her lost mysteries or old ruins. Finally, she laid down on the mess of blankets and pillows that seemed to serve her as a bed and beckoned him to join her. Owyn laid down beside her. He didn't like these awkward first few moments, before the sexy things actually started happening. He was never quite sure how to begin, because each woman was different.

Liz got things started for him.

She reached out and placed a green-scaled hand gently against his cheek, then slipped it around, cupped the back of his head and brought his face closer to hers. When he came within distance, she pressed her lips against his. They were strange, definitely different, but not bad. Thin, smooth enough almost not to have texture, and a little on the dry side. But not unpleasant. Owyn responded, reaching out and placing a hand on her left breast, massaging and groping it gently. She pressed herself closer to him, deepening the kiss.

Liz opened their mouths and she slipped her tongue in. It was thin and forked and also a bit dry, but again, not bad. Owyn held her closer to him, thoroughly enjoying the feel of her soft, scaly skin against his. She was gently rubbing his back as she made out with him. He let go of her breast and slid his hand back, around and down, cupping her ass and squeezing it. She really was in great shape. She had a firm, tight ass.

His hand found her tail and he ran his fingers down it. Originally, he thought doing it with a chick that had a tail might creep him out, but honestly it was pretty hot. There was something so enjoyably exotic about it. Feeling that it was time to take the sexual experience up to the next level, Owyn let go of her tail and brought his hand back around, letting his fingertips trace across her slim, athletic thigh and up into her most sensitive region.

She gasped slightly as he slipped a finger in between the taut lips of her pussy. He was glad to find that it resembled what he was used to on a woman. Liz let out a low, long moan as he found the small, hot, wet nub of her clit and began gently massaging it. She fully opened up her legs for him, spreading them wide, granting him easier access to her beautiful pussy. He kept kissing her as he fingered her, rubbing her clit softly at first, then a bit harder, making fast little circles. She continued getting wetter.

“That is really good,” she moaned, her voice not at all sounding like the haughty, snarky thing it was before.

The scholar was gone, the sexy deviant had come out to play.

Owyn responded by slipping his finger inside of her tight, wet opening. Liz cried out as he began pushing up into her most sensitive spot over and over again. Her cries of pleasure settled into long moans of sexual bliss, with the occasional surprised shout of extra gratification as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. She began thrusting her hips in motion with his hand. He had an idea that she wasn't doing it intentionally.

After a little bit more of this, Owyn pulled his finger out and returned it to her clit, stimulating it more, faster and harder. His goal was achieved about thirty seconds later. Liz let out a loud scream of pleasure and she began to orgasm, a spray of hot liquids escaping her vagina. Owyn let her writhe and twist on the bedding as her climax sizzled through her. She continued twitching and groaning until, finally, she lay still, breathing heavily.

“Now...that was a fucking orgasm,” she said firmly. Abruptly, she looked up at him. “Will you make love to me now?” she asked.

“Yes,” Owyn replied.

He got up in between her legs, resting on his shins and worked up a mouthful of spit. He should have thought ahead: beryl were drier than most, at least their mouths were, (although her pussy seemed to be practically dripping wet and ready to go), he should have bought some lube of some kind. Spitting it into his hand, he rubbed his cock down, which was hard as steel and ready to go. Quickly, he moved into position and rested the head against her hot, wet opening. He could feel as much as see her tensing up in eager anticipation.

Owyn began to ease into her, sliding himself in inch by inch.

“Come on,” Liz moaned. “Fuck me.”

He obliged and pushed himself the rest of the way in, burying himself entirely within her. Liz let out a long groan of pleasure and pressed her hips up against him, making him go even deeper inside of her. Owyn began making love to her, sliding in and out of her perfect wetness. She felt strange, definitely different than any of the other women he'd slept with. She was a lot slicker inside, almost like silk stretched over taught muscle. Very, very wet and hot silk. It didn't feel bad. It felt pretty fucking good actually.

Liz reached up and grabbed him, pulling him down closer to her and kissing him once more. He embraced her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight, fit body against him, continuing to thrust deep and hard into her.

“Oh yes Owyn fuck me!” she screamed.

Before he knew it she was having another orgasm. He could feel the muscles inside of her tensing and releasing and twitching. A new flood of hot sex juices spurted free of her. Owyn kept going, fucking her faster and harder.

“Can I finish in you?” he gasped.

“Yes!” Liz replied, still in the maelstrom of the orgasm.

The sex was so good that Owyn knew he couldn't last for much longer. Figuring that this wasn't the only time they were going to do it and that he'd have a chance to last longer later, he let go. His orgasm came almost immediately. His dick began to twitch and spasm, spurting violently as a burst of pure bliss began at his core and radiated outwards, filling him with absolute raw pleasure. He groaned and cried out as his dick spit thick spurts of his seed deep within Liz's beryl pussy. He held onto her tightly, relishing the feel of her hot skin against his, her firm bare breasts against his chest, her thighs pressing against his own.

When the orgasm finally petered off, he let out a long breath and felt his whole body relax. He let go of her and all but collapsed onto her, still inside of her incredibly wet pussy. For a long moment, neither of them moved. They simply laid there, trying to get their breaths back. Finally, Owyn pushed himself up and gently pulled his cock from her, then he rolled over onto his side, one arm and one leg draped across her.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Unique,” she replied.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes. I've only ever successfully mated with a human male five times in my life. Six now. It is a very unique experience. Unlike sex with an elf or a beryl or a felis.”

“Have you had sex with elves and felis?” he asked.

“Oh yes. I kind of...collect sexual partners. I've had men and women from pretty much all of the races. It's difficult, though. Only one human woman, actually. Anyway...yes, it's a unique feeling. And it's a fantastic one. Thank you for mating with me.”

Owyn smiled. “Mating with you was its own pleasure. Thank you for mating with me,” he replied.

Liz returned the smile, reached out and traced her fingertips across his cheek. “You're a very unique individual,” she said, softly.

They stayed like that for a few seconds, staring at each other, then the moment seemed to pass. Liz indicated that she wanted to stand up and Owyn moved off of her. They both stood and she produced a pair of warm, wet washcloths from her pack. They washed themselves down, then began to dress.

“Why do you want to sleep with humans?” Owyn asked as they stepped back out of the tent. The rabbit meat smelled amazing.

“I figure it's because I grew up around them,” Liz replied as she set to getting the rabbit ready. “But that's not all of it. I'm smart, I know that much, and I've spent a long time wondering why I'm sexually attracted to members not of my own species. It's a rarity, you know. Humans screw humans, felis screw felis...everyone screws the elves, though, to be honest. Well, not the far elves. I think it's something about the magic in their blood. Elves are naturally very magical. But humans don't really mate with felis, they certainly don't mate with beryl. I've come to understand that the beryl, at least from a human perspective, are the least attractive.”

“Definitely wrong there,” Owyn replied.

Liz smiled. “Glad to hear it. Although I grew up in a beryl colony, we saw enough humans and elves and felis pass through. To be completely honest...I think that whether or not we are attracted to members of other species is something we're born with. Most people are born being attracted to their own species. Sure, there's always the odd 'experiment', where they work up the nerve or they're drunk enough to give it a shot, or there's the fetishists. But not all that many of us, I suppose, could actually build a life with a member of another species. I think you could, though. And I know I could,” she explained, setting a rabbit in front of Owyn.

“Yeah, I definitely could...if I was the settling type,” he replied.

Liz laughed. “Don't worry, I'm not asking you to marry me. A great irony of our kind, those who are...multi-species interested, is that we don't settle down. We're always on the lookout for that next sexual adventure.”

“It doesn't seem like a bad way to live,” Owyn said.

“It's not.”

They ate their dinner. The rain had slackened off to just a thin drizzle. They enjoyed each other's company in relative silence as they ate. When they finished up, Liz doused the fire with a flick of her wrist and a frost spell, then stood and retrieved her backpack.

“Now that my appetite has been satisfied...both of them, I think it would be best if we investigated the ruin,” she said.

“Sounds good to me,” Owyn replied.

They headed away from the camp and climbed the small hill that led up to the ruin. As they walked and began making their way into it, Liz struck up another conversation. “So, Owyn Fisher...what about you?”

“What about me what?” he replied.

“You asked me why I want human guys to stick their cocks in me. I pose the opposite question to you. Why do you want to stick your cock in non-human girls?”

“I didn't quite ask it like that...”

“Close enough.”

“Fair enough. Though I haven't got much of an answer, I'm afraid. I've just...always been attracted to members of other species. And my own, too, mostly. I don't really have any reason. It's just been that way for as long as I can remember,” Owyn replied.

“Makes sense. My theory holds up. For whatever reason, you're 'attraction to other species' switch was flipped.”

She led him in through the front doors of the ruins, which turned out to be a mansion of stone bricks and broken windows. They spent several hours wandering slowly through it, from room to room. Here was a library, here was a kitchen, a wine cellar, a storage room, a guest bedroom. The place was obviously very old. It had been picked over by generations of looters and would-be adventurers, pilfering anything of value.

Owyn found himself somewhat interested. Ruins did call to him and he felt some of what Liz felt on a daily basis as they picked through the remains of the mansion. After about two hours, however, they was a...delay.

They were in one of the bedrooms. So far, it was the only that still had a bed. Owyn had largely spent the past two hours listening to Liz talk about what she knew about the mansion, picked up from scraps and bits of lore and reports she'd pulled together over the past month or so. Owyn found it interesting, but not quite as interesting as he knew Liz did, and subsequently, he kept getting distracted by her body.

The sex in the tent was fantastic and satisfying...but he was eighteen. As far as he knew, he was basically at the height of his sexuality, in terms of age and, more specifically, in terms of how often he got horny.

Liz was bent over, and that had stretched her otherwise loose traveling pants over her fit, firm ass, showing it off exquisitely. Her tail poked in between the shirt and the pants. She was saying something, but Owyn felt suddenly stupid and wholly focused on her amazing ass. She glanced back over her shoulder at him.

“Did you hear me?” she asked.

“What...no,” he replied.

She smirked. “I asked you if you'd ever been in any ruins yourself.”

“Oh. Sorry. I was, uh...distracted.”

She smirked. “I noticed.” She stood up, then bent slowly over, reached back, hooked her thumbs into the waistline of her pants and pulled them slowly down, revealing her tight, green ass inch by inch. Owyn felt his heart begin to beat faster and already he was getting hard. “I suppose I could use a break,” she said, still looking back at him.

He walked quickly over to her. She braced herself by placing both hands on the bed she'd been bending over in front of. Owyn pulled his cock out, spit into his hand and rubbed it down. He pressed the head of it against her tight, glistening opening and heard her moan softly. Owyn ran his hands over her smooth, warm ass, her green, scaly skin, and pushed slowly inside of her. Liz let out a low groan and a tremor of pleasure shivered through her.

Owyn began fucking her, slowly working himself a little deeper with each thrust until his hips were meeting her ass. She moaned, pressing herself against him, forcing him even further inside of her. The pleasure was immediate and immense. Owyn began burying himself within her over and over. He loved the way her pussy felt, the hot, wet, silky feel of it, the way it all seemed to tighten around his cock, making the sexual bliss even more powerful. He reached up beneath her shirt, freed her breasts from her bra and groped them.

He continued making love to her, massaging her breasts, until he let go of one and slipped his hand down and in between her legs. He found her clit and began to stimulate it, rubbing it vigorously, causing her to shout and scream, her voice echoing across the interior of the dusty old mansion. Before long, she was coming, a hot spray of sex juices escaping her, spraying across his legs. He could feel his own orgasm building.

“Liz,” he gasped.

“Yes?” she groaned in reply, her orgasm tapering off.

“Can I come on your face?” he asked.

She hesitated. “I'd rather you didn't.”

“Oh, okay,” he replied.

Unable to contain himself any further, he started letting off inside of her, groaning and hunching forward as he did. He could feel his cock spasming and convulsing in raw pleasure as his seed shot in thick spurts inside of her, filling her silk, beryl pussy. Owyn held onto her tightly until his orgasm had finished, then he slowly let go of her and straightened up. Now that he was done, he pulled himself out of her and tucked his dick away.

“Sorry,” Liz said as she crouched by her backpack, which was on the floor and the original reason she'd been bending over, to get something out of it. “I didn't mean to break the mood or anything, I just...don't like having loads blown on my face,” she said as she came up with a hot, wet rag and began to wipe at herself.

“Oh no, it's fine,” Owyn replied. “I don't mind. Just thought I'd ask.”

“Thanks for asking,” she said with a smile. She finished cleaning herself up, replaced the rag and pulled her pants up. “I've had other guys who try to do that without even asking, or other things. They just...assume. And even when they do ask, they try to argue or they get mad if I'm not into it,” she said, shrugging into the pack.

“That's rude,” Owyn replied.

“Yeah, tell me about it...oh, your pants. Here.” She raised her hand, muttered something and suddenly Owyn's pants felt warm and glowed slightly. He reached down and ran his hands across them, finding them and his legs dry, Liz's sex juices gone.

“Whoa...neat,” he murmured.

“Yep. All sorts of neat little things you can do with magic,” Liz replied. “Now...where were we?” she asked, looking back around the room.

…

They spent the rest of the day in the abandoned mansion.

To Owyn, it seemed like they didn't find very much, but all it took for Liz to be satisfied was to find a single, battered, leather-bound journal tucked away inside a false wood panel in a little study on the third floor. She spent half an hour simply standing there reading it, totally, wholly immersed in it, lost entirely in the history.

Finally, she seemed satisfied, tucked the journal away in her backpack and led Owyn back through the mansion, outside.

It was near dark and the rain had stopped by the time they got back to camp. Liz began setting up another pair of rabbits on the spit-roast.

“So...what's the story? What happened here?” Owyn asked.

“Nothing too interesting,” Liz replied, though she didn't seem to believe that. She seemed satisfied with her find. Owyn had an idea that the facts themselves didn't matter, it was more than she had found those hidden facts. No matter how mundane or generic the history of this site might be, all that mattered to her was that she had made the discovery.

“Enlighten me,” Owyn said.

“Okay. It was built by the lord of Blair Hill. Eighty years ago. It was a retreat for his family. When he was in his fifties, he was ousted. Apparently he was bad at ruling, his subjects rose up and overthrew him and his family. Nothing necessarily violent, but he was forced out and someone else decided to start running the show. It turns out that the woman he was married to belonged to a higher, more powerful and nobler house than his. She took their kids and left, returned to her own homeland. He lived in the mansion until he died. Came down with some kind of sickness during one of the winters. His last entry was made, presumably, shortly before he passed away. I imagine in his sleep. It was gloomy reading,” she explained.

“Wow,” was all Owyn could think to say.

“Yes. Often the histories I find are gloomy and miserable and, occasionally, downright nasty. Lots of betrayal and death and blood.”

Owyn couldn't think of anything else to say, and apparently neither could Liz. She took to reading the journal again, but Owyn thought he could sense that something was distracting her, something she was thinking heavily about. He wondered what it was, but felt it might not be the best time to ask.

Their rabbits finished cooking and they ate dinner. By the time they were done, the sun had set and the stars were out. Liz and Owyn sat by the fire, chatting lightly, letting their dinner settle. Owyn relayed a bit more information about his times with Kat and Millie. He still felt weird, talking about women he had slept with to a woman he was currently sleeping with. Especially if it was her friends, but Liz didn't seemed bothered by any of it. Finally, as if coming to a decision, Liz stood up and began moving for the tent.

“Care for another roll in the bedding?” she asked.

“Definitely,” Owyn replied.

He followed her into the tent and they eagerly began undressing again. Soon, they were both nude and wrapped around each other on the bedding, kissing passionately. Owyn ran his hands across her smooth, warm body, losing himself in her. Soon, he positioned himself on top of her, then began to slide down the length of her slim, green body. He kissed all down the front of her as he went, pausing to kiss and suck on her nipples, causing her to moan and writhe and twist in pleasure. Then he kept going, lower and lower.

Until his head was between her legs.

She parted her slim thighs for him, granting him access to her most sensitive region. Owyn leaned down and gently pulled open the lips of her pussy. She moaned loudly as he touched the tip of his tongue to her clit and began to massage it gently. He continued making little up and down motions with it, then got his lower lip involved, stimulating as much of her sensitive skin as he could. Liz cried out in pleasure.

“Oh Owyn you are really good at that oh yes that feels so good!” she cried.

He kept going, slipping a finger inside of her and fucking her rapidly with it, pressing up into her g-spot. Liz cried out in shocked sexual bliss and he felt something happen inside of her, a twitching release of contracting muscles and feminine juices. He pulled back as she finished up, wiping himself off on one the blankets.

“Thank you,” she said shakily as she got herself back under control. “It's been awhile since I've enjoyed that particular pleasure and...apparently humans are very, very good at it. Or maybe it's just you, Owyn.”

Owyn grinned at her. “I'm always happy to preform that service,” he replied.

“You make a very good lover...now, would you like it if I rode you?” she asked.

“Very much so.”

He laid down on his back and she got on top of him, straddling him. This time, she was wet enough that they didn't need any assistance. Owyn watched his cock slowly disappeared inside of her tight, green pussy. Liz groaned loudly as she fed his dick into her, inch by inch, until she had taken it all in. She began riding it, at first resting on her knees, pumping herself up and down him. Owyn reached out and grabbed her hips, watching her work, captivated by her taut, stringy muscles that moved smoothly beneath her green skin.

He shifted his gaze up to her small, firm breasts, bouncing nicely in rhythm with the rest of her. Then he looked up to her face. She was staring down at him, smiling, lost in her own sexual bliss. She kept riding him, faster and faster, until suddenly she reached down between them and began to rub her clit, stimulating herself.

Owyn felt the muscles in her pussy twitch and spasm, contract, and release, as another orgasm took her. She became incredibly hot and wet inside, and he saw some of her liquid escape the seal his cock made inside of her pussy. Her orgasm brought forth his own and before he knew it, his dick was kicking and twitching as he shot out thick, stringy gobs of his own seed deep inside of her, filling her up. He groaned, gripping her hips.

“Oh, Liz it feels so good,” he moaned as he thrust up into her.

“Fill me up,” she gasped. “Come in me, Owyn. Come in my pussy,” she said, and he could feel her squeezing him down there, working her muscles. He kept thrusting up into her until his orgasm had run its course.

Now that they had both come, she all but collapsed against him. He held her while their breathing returned to normal. After a long moment of lying there together in the cool darkness of her tent, Liz shifted, then spoke up.

“Owyn...”

“Yeah?”

“I've been having a lot of fun. I like you. A lot. I was wondering if...you wouldn't mind staying with me. At least for a little while longer. There's another ruin I was hoping to check out next, an old fort, deeper inland. So, I mean...would you?” she asked.

Owyn smiled. It always struck him as odd whenever he saw a smart, strong, capable woman suddenly being apprehensive or nervous. He liked it. It made him feel a little more relaxed with the fact that he was so indecisive and awkward all the time. It helped that even the best and the brightest he experienced in his life had their own problems.

“I'd love to, Liz.”

Liz smiled and hugged him tightly. “Thank you.”

He kissed the top of her head. “I enjoy your company.” He yawned suddenly.

“It's been a long day,” she said, shifting position. “Let's get some sleep.”

They positioned themselves beneath the blankets, lying on their sides, and Owyn curled up against her back, placing an arm over her.

They began to drift off to sleep.

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