WANDERLUST II

by Misty Vixen

Catch up on the Wanderlust series!

WANDERLUST

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 VIII through XII of the original series, as well as the bonus short stories from Collection V and The Complete Second Season.

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Table of Contents

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

OTHER TITLES

ABOUT ME

CHAPTER I

Owyn glanced up into the sky. The sun was setting, heading towards the far horizon like it had a hundred thousand times before. It felt like a sign, a signal that he should really start thinking about setting up camp. As if to reinforce this notion, a shudder of exhaustion slithered through his body. He was soaked in sweat and his muscles ached. He'd been on this path, to one degree or another, for five days now.

Still he didn't have much to show for it.

To his right stood the immense bulk of the Emerald Wild, a huge forest that stretched dozens of miles along the eastern side of his homeland. He'd always wanted to go there after all the stories he'd heard about the place. Now, here he was. He'd been walking alongside the damn thing for days now and not much had really happened. He supposed he should actually go into the Emerald Wild, but he was still a bit nervous.

It was frustrating. He'd thought he was brave and courageous, ready to face down anything. And, to a degree, he was. But when Owyn had first caught sight of the Wild, something about it had made him nervous. At first, he'd seen it from a distance, approaching it from the west, watching the dark tree line grow and grow with each passing hour. Then, when he came up to the edge and began traversing the path that ran along the forest, he'd become even more intimidated. There was something...creepy about the place.

So he'd just kept walking.

Owyn had passed through three small villages in his travels and none of them really had much work for an adventurer. At first, he thought it didn't make much sense, seeing as they were villages that sat right up against a dark forest full of apparently magical and dangerous creatures. But, eventually, he'd determined that these villages had survived as long as they had because they did everything they could to keep to themselves and not garner the attention of anything in the woods. It didn't always work, but generally it did.

He told himself he was making for Stafford. It was a large, magical city nestled in between the end of the Wild and the base of Mount Lumos. It was a mountain that was said to glow white with magic, due to a unique type of magic-conductive rock and metal inside. It was why Stafford was built where it was. Mages and magicians and witches harvested the metal and rock and the magic itself to create a variety of different magically infused artifacts and staffs and gems. It was on his list of places to visit and, technically, he was on the right road.

But he knew the truth.

Owyn wanted to go into the Emerald Wild.

He wasn't entirely sure why he did or what he expected to find, but he knew that he had to. Even if only to face his fears. Plus, who knew? He might find something really interesting inside. Maybe another adventurer, another female adventurer who might be into adventuring in a sleeping bag...that was always a possibility.

Owyn realized that he'd stopped walking and he'd been staring at a small, unassuming path that led into the forest. The sun was continuing to set, the shadows growing longer, a warm, golden twilight slanting across the landscape. He adjusted his backpack, made sure his sword could easily be drawn and then, without giving himself a chance to hesitate and back out, set off down the new path, into the Emerald Wild.

The twilight immediately fell away, reduced to a dim yellow glow through the canopy overhead, as Owyn entered the forest. After a few moments of walking the path, he decided that it wasn't really as intimidating as it had originally seemed. The trees weren't packed all that close together, giving a good field of vision in whatever direction he looked. Before long, he began to see wildlife: birds, deer, rabbits.

The forest was pretty peaceful, actually. He supposed it made enough sense. Along the edges of the forest was where people would most likely come, which would drive whatever lived inside of it deeper into its core.

Owyn wondered what he might find. There were supposed to be all sorts of things living inside the Emerald Wild: Minotaurs, werewolves, giant spiders. Some people had even reported running into some undead types. There were also supposed to be magical beings among the trees, a result of runoff from Mount Lumos.

After about five minutes, Owyn stopped. He heard something nearby, a sound that was somehow both very familiar and yet unknown. Some kind of whispering, bubbling noise. It was definitely water, he decided after a moment. But it was more familiar than that. Obviously he'd spent his whole life around water, but this...

Walking off the path and through the trees, Owyn finally found the source of the sound and immediately realized why it was so familiar and yet so vague. It was a hot spring, a naturally occurring bathtub, pretty much. He'd only ever come across one while on vacation with his family when he was much younger. His father had come into a bit of wealth when Owyn's grandfather had passed away, leaving them an inheritance. Owyn's father had used some of the money to fund a nice little getaway onto some private, prime land that was dotted by beautiful, sparking, crystal clear rivers, and lush, green trees that soared into the sky.

And hot springs.

He remembered the trip with a joy that only really came from looking back onto a particularly happy moment in lost youth.

Being near a hot spring again brought some of that back. Owyn knew at once that this was where he was going to make his camp. He stopped in a clearing at the springs' edge. A great place for camp. With the dying sunlight above and the bubbling spring to his side, Owyn shrugged out of his pack and crouched. He opened it up and stared within. He was still getting used to the whole 'bigger on the inside than on the outside' thing.

His trip with Liz, the traveling beryl scholar, had lasted for close to two weeks. (And had ended on an extremely pleasant note.) He'd made quite a lot of gold while traveling with her. He and Liz had come across several ruins in their travels and she had no problem splitting the gold from selling a variety of old weapons and artifacts and precious gems they came across. Liz was generous and she really seemed to like him.

But they'd both eventually reached the point where they wanted to be alone again and go their own separate ways.

Owyn had finally broken down and purchased one of the magical backpacks that all the best adventurers seemed to have. Slowly, bit by bit, he pulled a tent out of his pack. Over the next half hour, he got his camp set up. He'd purchased one of those basic, triangle tents that were very common among travelers. He unrolled his bedroll, then collected kindling wood and rocks, making a fire-pit and getting a fire going.

Finally, ready to be done with it all, Owyn set up a stew pot and put in some water, potatoes, carrots, and beef. He checked the fire, made sure it was safe and in no danger of going out. Satisfied that his meal was on its way, Owyn stood and began stripping. The final hints of light were slipping away, golden giving way to blue moonlight. He could already see one of the moons. Stars were beginning to pop into being.

Now, all he wanted to do was enjoy a good soak.

All while he'd been setting up his camp, Owyn had let his instincts drift out. He'd gotten good at sensing when something was near, something that meant him harm. It was a good sense to have in his line of work. Which was why he'd picked up a ring that enhanced that sense. It was a simple gold band on his right middle finger. It told him that he really was alone out here in the woods. Which was good, at least for now.

He wanted some peace and quiet.

Owyn quickly shucked his clothes, then stood and stretched. He walked to the edge of the spring and stared down. The water was mostly clear and gently bubbling. It looked terribly inviting. He began to ease himself down into the water, finding it quite hot, but not unbearably so. He kept going until he was up to his neck, then he ducked his head down below the water, shook it a bit, and ran his fingers through his hair, then brought it back up.

For several moments, he lost himself in the hot water. His thoughts were drawn out from his mind and he was left with an empty, happy head. It was a great end to a long day and he felt a lot better now that he was actually in the forest. Though, he supposed, it would feel a lot more satisfying if something would attack him and he could kill it. But that didn't matter. Right now, nothing mattered. He was just lying here in this hot spring.

He'd found a natural shelf up against the wall that, when he sat on it, it kept his head just above the waterline. Owyn rested his head up against the rock and dirt wall of the hole the hot spring resided in. Several peaceful minutes passed until, suddenly, he became aware of the fact that something had changed.

Owyn snapped his eyes open and let out a small sound of surprise.

A woman was in the water with him. A startlingly attractive brunette with brilliant blue eyes and very pale skin. She was smiling at him. For a few seconds, he simply sat there, frozen, unable to do or think anything. Why hadn't the ring told him she was there? He stared at this beautiful woman and tried to figure it out.

Then it hit him.

His ring increased his senses for picking up on things that were looking to harm him. The vendor was specific about that. When Owyn had asked just how, exactly, it could determine that, it said something about magic in the air reacting to specific emotions and intentions and...Owyn hadn't really understood, but it had sounded good.

“Hi,” she said.

She seemed to be keeping her distance.

She was also completely naked. Or, at least, topless. Her considerable, pale breasts were practically floating on the water. She noticed him noticing them and her smile seemed to grow bigger. She made no move to cover herself.

She was ghostly and beautiful in the blue moonlight.

“Um...hello,” he replied awkwardly.

“You're in my hot spring,” she said.

“I...oh...uh, sorry. I didn't know it belonged to anyone. I just kind of...I travel a lot, make camp wherever I can...”

The woman laughed. “You talk a lot when you're nervous, don't you?”

He chuckled nervously and felt immensely stupid. Why did he always feel so stupid in the presence of beautiful women? “I guess so,” he replied.

“Why are you nervous?” she asked.

Owyn was still trying to figure out where she had come from. Had she really just...walked up and slipped in that easily? He hadn't detected any disturbance in the water. She had just...appeared. She looked normal enough, but he knew there existed creatures that resembled women. Usually demons, succubi specifically, had been known to seduce men. But Owyn knew that there was no real danger of that. Succubi had to be specific about their goal: they had to let you know you were selling your soul for some sex. That was the point.

Which seemed really stupid to Owyn.

“I just...uh...women...”

She laughed. “Oh, I get it...how old are you? You must be young,” she said.

“Eighteen,” he replied.

“I knew it. Very young,” she said.

“I should go.”

“No, it's okay,” she said. “You can stay. What's your name?”

“Owyn.”

Her smile widened. “My name is Katy and you're naked, Owyn.” She made no attempt to hide the fact that she was staring at his body below the waterline. He began to shift, to cover himself up, feeling even more awkward and strange in front of her. “It's okay,” she said. “I didn't say it was a problem...quite the opposite in fact, you're a prime example of a handsome young human man,” she added, still studying him.

He was still wondering about how she got into the water without him noticing when he found himself doing the same thing. Since she didn't seem bothered by it, Owyn let his gaze linger on her breasts. They were definitely big and pale and beautiful, almost as big as Krystal's had been, and they were topped by vivid pink nipples. He let his gaze drift lower, beneath the waterline. Her stomach was taut and smooth, her waistline narrowing and her legs...

Owyn stared in open surprise.

She had no legs.

She had a tail.

Also, now that he knew to look and stopped staring at her breasts, he saw narrow slits gently opening and closing, above her breasts, just above her collarbones.

Gills.

“Holy shit, you're a mermaid,” he said.

Katy laughed. “Well aren't you perceptive?” she asked. “Yes. I'm a mermaid.”

“How did you get here?”

“I swam,” she said, rolling her eyes but smirking still. “There's a river not far from here,” she continued. “It goes all the way to the ocean, maybe about a mile or so. Underground, there's a cave, filled with water that connects these hot springs to the river. I live in the ocean, but sometimes I feel the need to get away, be by myself, you know?”

“Understandable...sorry I invaded your private time,” Owyn replied hesitantly, still feeling extremely awkward and not really knowing where this conversation was going. Though he was getting very aroused by her large, buoyant breasts and that was making it even harder to think and making the situation even more awkward.

Katy began to drift closer to him.

“So...here's the thing,” she said. “I've always wanted to fuck a human.” She continued getting closer until she was right in front of him. “What do you say? I've never found a human willing to make love to me. I promise I can make it very pleasurable and you can't get me pregnant. We both seem pretty healthy and even if we aren't, magic can cure any...problems that might crop up. So what do you say? Want to make it with a mermaid?” she asked.

“I would like that very much,” Owyn replied. It was getting more difficult to think now. All the blood was rushing elsewhere.

Katy let out a little laugh. “Huh...just like that?” she asked.

“Yeah. You're incredibly attractive and friendly and you want to sleep with me. I'd be an idiot to say no.”

“And the fact that I'm a mermaid?” she asked, twisting her body a bit. Her fin, at the end of her tail, broke the surface and flicked a bit of water onto him. Her scales were smooth and shiny, a vivid green that made him think a bit of Liz, only if she were a little more...fishy. Gently, Owyn reached out and touched the fin.

“I think that's a bonus, honestly,” he replied. “You're beautiful, all of you,” he said, running his fingers along the fin and then down her tail.

“Well aren't you sweet?” she asked.

Katy pulled her tail back under the water and pressed herself up against him. He expected her to be cold, but she was warm. The hot springs were heating her up. She pressed her impressive bare breasts against his chest and slipped her arms around him. Katy brought her face closer to his and pressed her luscious red lips against his own. She tasted of salty sea water, a taste that Owyn had never really thought of as pleasant, but beneath or perhaps within it, was a feminine taste, something that made it almost sweet.

Owyn wrapped his arms around her, one hand placed into the small of her back, the other up against the back of her head, deepening the kiss. He heard her moan softly as he did this. She opened up her mouth and slipped her tongue in, twining it with his own, mixing their saliva. He let go of her back and moved his hand around to her front, taking one of her breasts in his fingers and massaging it gently, enjoying the feel of it. He could hardly get his entire hand around it. Her pink nipple pressed against his palm.

Katy reached down and began to tease his cock, rubbing her fingers against it, brushing them against its head. This sent little shudders of pleasure through his body. Owyn kept feeling up her considerable breasts for a bit longer, until he slipped his hand around and down. He moved down her back and below her waistline, where skin became scale. It didn't continue to narrow, like he thought it might have, but there was an appreciable bulge that resembled hips and thighs and a nicely-padded ass, like he would find on a human woman.

He kept exploring, running his hand along the soft, gossamer surface of her scaly tail, until he found her vagina. It was a bit recessed, tucked away slightly where it would normally be on a woman whose body type he was more familiar with. She gasped as he slipped a finger into her tight, wet opening and she pressed herself against him, inviting him in further. Owyn pressed his finger deeper inside of her pussy, probing gently, pressing up into her sensitive spot. She responded immediately and he was glad to find that mermaids had a g-spot, too. He kept pressing up into her, fucking her with his finger, pleasuring her.

“Oh wow I got lucky,” she whispered, resting her forehead against his and smiling at him. She kissed him.

“You like that?” he asked, grinning.

“A lot,” she replied.

“Here, back up a little bit so I can do some more,” he said.

Katy complied, backing up a bit. He caught a flash of green movement below the waterline, her tail swishing. It really was beautiful, a different kind of beauty. He continued fingering her, pulling his finger out and finding her clit, rubbing it gentle circles. Then he lowered his head, kissing along her breasts. Katy moaned a little more loudly as his lips found one of her nipples. Owyn began to suck on it gently, increasing the speed and pressure of his fingertip on her clit. She moaned and writhed in his grasp, twisting her body against his touch. He switched to her other breast, licking along its pale surface and then sucking on her other nipple.

He kept this up until he pulled back and kissed her once more on the mouth.

“If you turn around, I think I can do an even better job,” he said.

She smiled at him. “Okay,” she replied, twining around in his grasp and pressing her slick back against his chest.

Owyn reached around and down, finding her pussy again and slipping a finger inside of her. He was still getting used to the way she felt inside. It was different than any other woman he'd been with, but he couldn't quite get his head around it just yet. He probably would be able to once he put his cock in there.

With his other hand, he began groping one of her large breasts again, gently massaging and squeezing it. He also began kiss her along her shoulder and up her neck, causing her to moan louder. He kept going, pleasuring her more and more, increasing the pressure and speed and intensity that he was stimulating her clit with until finally something inside of her gave. She cried out, spasming, writhing against him in absolute pleasure, giving herself entirely to the orgasm. Her head rolled back, resting on his shoulder, and she moaned loudly.

Below the waterline, he could feel the water being stirred up and he glanced down, seeing that it was her tail swishing and twitching violently. He figured it must be a kind of automatic reaction to the orgasm. Owyn held her until the climax had run its course. She sagged against him and he continued holding her up in the water.

“Thank you,” she said. “You're obviously very good at this.”

“Apparently,” Owyn replied.

She smiled and gently detached herself from his grasp. She turned around and kissed him. “Now, if you'd like, I can return the favor.”

“I'd like that very much but, well, will you be able to hear me underwater? So I can let you know when I'm about to...you know?”

Katy laughed. “I can hear you underwater. And don't worry, I'm good at reading body language. I'll make sure to stop before it goes too far, although...well, I'm not adverse to you finishing in my mouth. I've always wanted to know what it tasted like.”

“If I do finish in your mouth, I'll need a bit of downtime before we can fuck.”

“Hmm, there is that. Tell you what, I'll let you come in my mouth later. I'm too horny to wait, if I'm being completely honest.”

“Fine by me.”

Katy smiled wider and kissed him again. “I'm glad I've found such an agreeable human companion.”

She suddenly sank down beneath the water. Owyn watched, entranced. She continued smiling warmly up at him through the crystal clear waters. Katy took his rock hard cock in one hand, gently massaging it, then opened her mouth and let her tongue snake out. She began licking the tip of his cock, over and over.

Owyn moaned, feeling his whole body relax and figuring it was good thing he was still sitting on that natural shelf. He reached out and placed a hand on the back of her head, running his fingers through her wet, brunette hair as she took his dick fully into her hot, wet mouth. She slipped the entire thing in and he felt it poke against the back of her throat. She didn't seem to mind. Katy began to bob her head rapidly, sucking powerfully as she did and he moaned at the absolute pleasure that sizzled up through his body like magic.

He watched her lips slide up and down the length of his dick. Watched the way she got her hand involved, encircling his cock with her first two fingers and thumb, pulling his foreskin up over the head of his dick and pulling it back again, jerking him off while sucking him off. She was exceptionally good at it and almost had him coming within a minute. She sensed this and, right before he climaxed, took his cock out of her mouth.

She surfaced. “Told you I was good,” she said.

“You're more than good,” Owyn replied. “Care for sex now?”

“I'd love some,” Katy replied, laughing.

She came closer to him, pressing up against him again. They wrapped their arms around each other. Owyn again relished the feeling of her large, pleasant breasts pressing up against his bare skin. He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply, slipping his tongue in as he maneuvered her around. He found another natural shelf of land a little bit to the right that was deep enough that he could stand comfortably on it.

Their heads remained just above the waterline.

Owyn felt Katy reach down and grip his cock with a strong grasp. She guided his cock up to her opening, resting the head against it. He began pushing his dick inside of her and she let out a little gasp of pleasure as he did. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly as he pushed himself deeper into her hot, wet depths.

He'd been right. Going into her with his dick helped solidify what it felt like. It was kind of like...moss. It dredged up memories of swimming in a lake when he was younger. Occasionally his hand would come across a rock covered in incredibly wet, slick green moss. Then, it felt a little gross. But now it felt good. She was very hot, very tight, and definitely extremely wet inside. It was like hot, slick moss stretched over tight muscles.

It felt incredible.

He moaned as he started fucking her up against the natural wall of the hot spring. She began kissing him again, moaning into his mouth, pressing herself against him. The pleasure was immense, crackling through him like some kind of magic as he buried his cock inside of her again and again. He still couldn't believe that he was actually having sex with a mermaid. He wasn't even sure they existed and now he was making love to one. He continued fucking her, rubbing his cock inside her moss-slick vagina, until it was too much.

He was already so worked up not only by the incredible blowjob but also the fact that he was fucking a mermaid that he started blowing off after only a couple of minutes. Katy didn't seem to mind. She held him close to her, kissing him softly on his lips as he writhed against her, twitching and thrusting as his orgasm tore through him. For a long moment, all Owyn could feel was his cock, buried deep inside of her tight mermaid pussy, spasming and jolting violently as he came, shooing thick spurts of his seed into her.

When it was all over and he was finished, he sagged against her, then knew that he had to get out of the water soon or he'd pass out.

Gently, he pulled out of her and kissed her. “Sorry,” he said as he moved to climb out. “I'm getting lightheaded.”

“Oh yeah, I'd heard that humans got like that if they spent too much in hot water. It's okay,” she replied as he climbed out.

Wanting to avoid getting dirt all over him, Owyn hurried over to his camp site, grabbed a blanket and brought it back. He laid it out on the ground next to the hot spring and settled down on it, lying on his side, staring at Katy, who had come up against the side and was resting her chin on her forearms, staring at him happily.

For a long moment, they simply laid there and grinned sleepily at each other, basking in the post-coital glow.

“Well,” she said finally, “I did it. I fucked a human boy.”

“And I fucked a smoking hot mermaid babe,” Owyn replied.

“How do you feel about it? Was I good? You don't have to spare my feelings if I wasn't all that good, I can take it.”

Owyn laughed. “Katy, you made me come in like two minutes. That means you were amazing. It felt great, it was a fantastic experience,” he replied.

“Good. I'm glad. I was secretly worried it was going to be...well, kind of lame,” Katy said.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I've wanted to try sex with a human for as long as I can remember. I don't really know why, I just...did. The few close friends I told about my desire all thought I was insane to varying degrees. So I just kept it to myself and started looking for an opportunity. It's part of the reason I kept coming here, hoping for...this exact situation, actually. What about you? Have you ever had sex with a member of another species?” she asked.

Owyn laughed. “Yeah. I've slept with members of three other species recently.”

Katy's eyebrows shot up. “Wow. So you're really living the dream, huh?”

“Yeah...pretty much. I actually only left my home village a few months ago. I decided to be an adventurer, travel the land, fight monsters, find and sell ancient artifacts. But then I discovered that...apparently, I'm attracted to different kinds of women. And I keep either running into women from other species that are interested in sleeping with me, or I seek them out and get lucky. As I got very lucky tonight,” Owyn replied.

“I think we both did,” Katy said. Another moment of silence descended. She suddenly reached out and laid a wet hand on his cheek. “If I asked you to stay...would you? Would you still be here in the morning if I slept here, in the water?”

“Yeah, of course,” he replied, placing his hand over her own.

“Thank you. I...obviously we can't be together. And even if we could, it wouldn't really work out. I'm kind of a loner. But I would like to enjoy this for a bit longer.”

Owyn smiled, leaned forward and kissed her. “I'd love that.” He yawned, unexpectedly. “I'm also extremely tired. You mind if I go to bed?”

“No, not at all. Just give me a goodnight kiss and we'll see each other in the morning,” she replied.

He kissed her goodnight, making it a long and good one, then he stood up, grabbed his blanket and retreated back to his tent. He'd very nearly forgotten about his food and was glad to see it hadn't burned. Owyn ate it quickly, then crawled into bed beneath the blankets, still thinking of Katy and her wonderful naked body as he drifted off.

…

The next morning, Owyn awoke from a nightmare that Katy had left in the night and he was alone in the forest. He sat straight up, filled with a powerful, painful loneliness. He wasn't sure why it affected him so much. Sure, he really liked Katy, she was a wonderful woman, but...they'd just met. It wasn't like she was the love of his life or something. He looked around his tent, just in case there was another reason he should be afraid, but the morning sun was up and he couldn't see or hear or even smell anything dangerous.

Owyn let out a little sigh and laid back down. For a moment, he simply laid there, basking in the warm golden sunshine. It didn't take long though for baser needs to get him moving. He was hungry, but he was also very horny. He had morning wood that was killing him. First things first. Owyn got up out of his bedroll, stood and stretched. Stepping out into the sunshine, he looked around. The hot spring looked uninhabited.

He walked over to it and sat down, slipping his feet into the warm water. Judging by the sunlight, Owyn figured that it was perhaps two hours past dawn, maybe a little bit more. It was harder to tell with the thick canopy overhead. Owyn scanned the clear waters, checking for Katy. He began to worry a little when he didn't see her.

What if she really had left?

What if she'd decided that she had had her fill of him?

As he thought this, he caught dark movement deeper in the water. A few seconds later, Katy surfaced, breaking through the water and pushing her hair back from her face. She smiled up at him as she drifted over.

“Good morning,” she said, resting her elbows on his knees.

“Hey there,” he replied.

She laughed and looked at his dick. “Well, someone's horny,” she said, reaching out and running a fingertip up the length of his rigid cock.

“Yeah. It's kind of distracting...would you mind giving me some help?” he replied.

She grinned. “I'll trade you.”

“Okay. Who goes first?” he asked.

“I'll do you first. I know how you boys are when all the blood rushes to your little head.”

“Thanks.”

She positioned herself a little more appropriately, then licked up the entire bottom of his dick and slipped it into her mouth. He groaned as she started bobbing her head and sucking his dick. He watched her red lips slide up and down the length of his cock, which already felt like it was beginning to pulse and throb with pleasure. Katy continued working him, getting her hand involved, going for nothing but pleasure this time, with the intent of making him orgasm. Seeing as it was early morning and he was so horny, it didn't take long.

He could feel it building within him and he had his hand on the back of her head, feeling her moving it rapidly up and down. The inside of her mouth was so warm and wet, and she was making liberal use of her tongue, too.

It was when he looked down and caught sight of her green tail beneath the surface of the water that he triggered. Again he was hit with the knowledge that he was being sucked off by a mermaid and it made the whole experience that much hotter. He started letting off in her mouth and she hesitated for a second, then he could feel her sucking almost eagerly. He felt her fingers working his dick, and her other hand was gently massaging his balls. It was like she was trying to pump him dry. He rested on the heels of his palms and let her work.

The pleasure washed through him in pink waves and he closed his eyes, lost completely in the orgasm as she continued sucking him dry. When he finished, she kept going for a few seconds longer, then finally stopped.

“Wow, that stuff tastes great,” she said.

“Really?” he asked. “I've never tasted it but I always thought it smelled awful.”

“No, it's great,” Katy insisted. “Very salty.”

“Huh. That actually makes sense, you being from the ocean, I guess. Either way, thank you. That was incredible. And now it's your turn,” Owyn replied.

He slipped into the water with her. She pressed up against him and he shifted her around, just like he'd done the night before. He sat down on the natural shelf in the hot spring, settled her in his lap and began kissing her neck, groping her breast and finding her clit. Owyn played with her nipple as he found her clit and began to stimulate it, rubbing it in slow, sensual circles. She moaned and shuddered against him.

“That's the spot,” she whispered. “That's it, right there,” she moaned.

He kept going, slowly at first, building the pressure and the pleasure. He could feel her tail moving in the water, languid for now but he knew it would begin swishing more powerfully soon. Owyn kept going, kissing her neck on one side, then the other, making use of his tongue. He noticed that women really seemed to like that. Before long, he had his finger inside of her slippery, slick vagina, pressing up, into her most sensitive spot.

Katy must have been as horny as he was, because it didn't take long for her to have an orgasm all her own. Her tail swished violently back and forth in the water, churning it up, and he could feel a stream of heat coming out of her as she came. She cried out, moaning in desperate pleasure, writhing and twisting against him.

Owyn held her, loving the feel of her body shifting and shaking as the sexual bliss moved through her like a drug. Bliss that he'd given her. When she was finished, her head lolled back against his shoulder. He shifted her, holding her in his arms so that she stared up at him. She looked very satisfied.

“Feeling good?” he asked.

“Absolutely. I'm also starving,” she replied.

“I could make breakfast. What do you want? I could catch and cook some fish...”

“Ugh. No fish. I eat fish all the time. Raw. I was actually hoping that you could cook me the meat of some...land animal. I've always been curious as to how they taste. Rabbit or deer or something like that,” she said.

“I could do that. I've got some venison packed away in my bag...how did you know about them? I thought you spent all your time underwater,” he said.

“I do. Well, not all my time. I've made a few friends. Not everything that lives in this forest is a savage monster. There are some species that can talk and reason and don't live in cities, you know,” Katy replied.

“That's true,” Owyn said.

He went back to his tent and pulled on undershorts and pants, then found the venison in his pack and went back to the fire-pit. Katy rested by the edge of the hot spring, watching him work, occasionally dipping back underwater for a moment. He got the venison going on a spit-roast and kept watch over it while it cooked.

“So you really like it out here, life in the wild, always on the move?” Katy asked.

“Yeah. It's a lot more fun than living in one place your whole life...not necessarily that there's anything wrong with that. I just never felt really comfortable in my village. I remember being afraid, actually, one day when I realized that I could end up like my father, and his father. Live your whole life in one house, working one job, with one spouse. I think that the measure of a life is how much it's enjoyed, and also how much you can help other people. The way my dad lives his life, it's obvious that he enjoys it, but I wouldn't. I'd feel trapped. And I did. Before I left, for the past two years, I felt trapped in that village, afraid that I'd never get free of it...” He hesitated for a second, then chuckled, a little embarrassed. “Sorry, that got a little dramatic.”

“No, it's fine,” Katy replied. “I think that makes a lot of sense. I'm impressed, too, honestly. You're so young but you seem to have a lot figured out. Or, at least, something very basic figured out. How to be happy. It takes a lot of people a lot of time to figure that out, usually. You know what I mean?” she asked.

“Yeah, but...I think you give me too much credit. I don't think I have the key to happiness figured out, I think...I just am happy. I mean, obviously a lot more so now that I'm living the life I think I want to live. But I think that some people just have their happiness switches flipped, and some have their sadness switches flipped, and most other people fall somewhere in the middle. Or...I don't know, maybe I'm just an idiot who doesn't know what he's talking about. Either way the venison is done and it's time to eat,” he said.

Katy laughed. “You're far from an idiot.”

“Glad to hear it.”

He took the venison off the fire, waited for it to cool, then passed Katy's piece to her and took his own piece. Sitting down with his feet in the water, he and Katy began to eat. Almost as soon as she bit into the venison, Katy made a sound of approval.

“Oh wow this is amazing,” she said, then began to eat faster.

Owyn laughed. “Don't eat too fast,” he replied.

“I don't suppose you have any more of this?” Katy asked, her mouth still half full.

“I might.”

She finished the last few bites and looked up at him. “Are you holding out on me? Cause I will totally trade sexual favors for more of that stuff.”

Owyn laughed loudly. “Wow,” he said. “I'll...uh, take that under advisement. But, I mean, I'm just not sure if I have anymore. I can go look...”

“I was just half serious and I've got to say, I've never quite seen that reaction before.”

“What do you mean?”

“I've never seen a guy not almost literally pounce on the chance for some kind of sexual favor in return for something else.”

Owyn shrugged. “I'm not...entirely comfortable with the idea, I guess. If we're going to have sex, I want it to be because you want to have sex with me.”

“So...you wouldn't pay a woman for sex?” Katy asked. “I imagine that must be a thing up here, on the surface.”

“Oh, it is. And I would. I don't have any problem with prostitutes. It's just...different. Maybe. Ugh, I don't know.”

Katy smiled, reached out and placed a hand on his foot. “Gather your thoughts.”

He nodded, stood and moved back to the tent. After a moment of rummaging around in his pack, he came up with another piece of venison. He came back, speared it, and began turning the spit-roast once more.

“Prostitutes do it for a job. Most brothels are good places and the women, and men, who are there, are there by choice, not out of desperation. Or, at the very least, they aren't being forced. They're just there to do a job and earn a living. That's what's different. I don't have any problem paying for sex from a prostitute. I haven't yet, but I'm not against it. Anyway, it'd be different. It'd be...exploitative, I guess,” he explained.

“Interesting,” Katy said.

He finished cooking the venison and handed it over to her. She began eating it. They spent the next several hours talking. She told him about life underwater, in the ocean, which sounded a lot more interesting than his own life. He told her a bit more about his life, something he always felt awkward about considering the women he met were so interesting and unique and well-spoken and, by comparison, he was so boring.

By the time the sun was near its apex, Owyn began to detect signs of distraction in Katy. It didn't last long though. She seemed to be the kind of person who stated what was on her mind directly. A good quality, he thought.

“So...I want to have sex again,” she said.

“Oh. Okay. I'd like that very much,” Owyn replied.

She laughed. “Good. But I want something a little different this time.”

“And what's that?”

“I've always wanted to know what it would be like to have sex on land, in a bed, like you normally do. I was hoping you could help me with that.”

“Okay, um...how, exactly, would we achieve that?” Owyn replied.

“I know a bit of magic. I know a spell that's basically the opposite of water-breathing. It can make me survive just fine on land for about three hours. I cast it, you pick me up, and carry me to your tent and we...fuck like crazy,” Katy explained.

“I'm down for that.”

“Oh, I just bet you are.”

Owyn watched as she raised one wet hand and made a languid gesture while muttering a quick spell. A white burst of light extended from her hand, briefly enveloped her body and then dissipated. She then placed her hands on a firmer side of the ground surrounding the hot spring and hauled herself up and out. Owyn moved closer to her, kneeling down and slipping his arms beneath her. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. He lifted, finding her not all that heavy, and began carrying her back to the tent.

As they walked, Katy brought his lips to hers and began kissing him, slipping her tongue in. This made it a little more difficult to navigate back to his tent, but Owyn found that he didn't mind all that much. He managed to make it back, ducked down and crouched into the tent. He laid Katy out on his bedroll and sat back for a moment, studying her body now that he had a clear view of it and part of it wasn't hidden in water.

He reached out and began running his fingertips slowly down the length of her body. Her skin was lily white, with a healthy pale glow, and her scales were still a glistening, vibrant green. The line between skin and scales was a little vague, one seemed to blend into the other. He continued running his fingers down her skin and onto her tail, placing his palm down on it and sliding it across her damp scales.

“You're very beautiful,” he said quietly.

“You like my tail?” Katy asked.

“Yeah. A lot. It's nice,” he replied.

“Thank you,” she murmured. “Now come here.”

He took off his clothes and laid down next to her, continuing the kissing session she'd begun while he was carrying her. He ran his hands across her skin some more, then began groping her breasts again. She pushed herself against him, rubbing her hands across his back and slipping her tail and fin over his legs.

“You want to begin?” she whispered, breaking the kiss.

“Not yet. There's something I wanted to do for you that was kind of not doable before now,” Owyn replied.

“What's that?” Katy asked.

He answered by getting on top of her lower portion, positioning his face over her vagina. He thought it might be a little more difficult than normal to do this, given that her pussy was slightly recessed within her tail, but he could see her clit and his tongue seemed long enough to stimulate it. He thought that Liz would be very good at this.

“Oh,” she said as he got into position. “That.” She reached down and ran a hand through his hair. “I like that.”

“Just...do me a favor and try to control your tail. I'll be right on top of it and if you whack me in the nuts with it, I won't be able to perform,” Owyn replied.

Katy laughed. “I'll control myself.”

He leaned down and extended his tongue. A low moan escaped her mouth and a shudder rippled through her as his tongue made contact with her clit. He felt her tail jerk, hesitated, then continued eating her out. Katy cried out as he really got into it, stimulating her clit with his tongue, licking it as rapidly as he could. She moaned, running her fingers through his hair, clearly trying to control herself from thrashing about too much as he worked. Owyn kept it up, eventually using his fingers as well, slipping one into her vagina.

He began pressing up, over and over again, stimulating her as much as possible. Difficult in this position, but possible. The good news was that he didn't have to do it for long. She let out a loud scream of pleasure as she began to orgasm. A spray of feminine sex juices hit him across his jaw, neck, chest, and shoulders.

Katy could really squirt, apparently.

As she lay there, finishing her long, powerful orgasm, Owyn cleaned himself off with the blankets. He looked at her as she finished, laying there, her impressive breasts heaving as she caught her breath. Her gills flared and closed as she did.

“It's been awhile since anyone's done that to me,” she said. “A bit longer since anyone's done it to me well,” she added.

“Happy to be of service.”

“You want me to suck you?” she asked.

“Actually, I'd be okay with getting right down to business, if you don't mind,” Owyn replied.

She didn't mind, so he got on top of her. She was plenty wet, so he didn't need any assistance. He straddled her tail, planting a knee on either side of it and placing the head of his dick up against her tight, wet opening. He glanced up and caught her staring at him with her intense blue eyes, a look of anticipation in them. Staring directly into her eyes, he pushed forward with his hips. His cock slid smoothly into her hot, tight, incredibly wet opening.

Katy let out a loud moan as he penetrated her. He groaned as well, the sexual bliss began to fill him. He pushed himself all the way inside of her tight, slick pussy. As he began making love to her, it felt a little strange, not her insides but the position. Not bad, just different. He was used to women spreading their legs wide or wrapping them around his back. Owyn wanted to lay down fully on top of her, but if he wanted to keep up the sex, this was really the only angle that worked. He found himself staring down at her large, pale breasts. They were bouncing in sync with his thrusts. There was something hypnotic about it.

He kept going, driving into her, burying himself inside of her over and over, losing himself completely in the pleasure of sex with a mermaid. He could feel her tail thrashing and twitching side to side. He was firmly rooted on top of her enough that the top of her tail wasn't moving much, but the other half, mainly the fin, was slapping against the lower half of the bedroll over and over as her own sexual pleasure built.

“Oh Katy,” he moaned. “It feels so fucking good.”

“Yes it does, Owyn. Go harder, deeper,” Katy moaned in reply, running her hands up and down his arms, which was he was holding himself up on.

He obeyed her, continued to fuck her harder, making good use of his hips and thigh muscles. She cried out and suddenly reached down in between them. He realized she was rubbing her clit. Within seconds, he felt it get a lot hotter and wetter inside of her. She screamed in pleasure as another orgasm tore through her, making her twitch and spasm more violently. Owyn gave up trying to hold onto his own climax.

He began coming inside of her, feeling his cock jolt and spasm as it shot thick loads of his seed deep inside of her pussy.

“Oh Gods I can feel that,” she moaned. “Oh there's so much of it, it's so hot...”

He sagged against her, moaning her name as he shot his load into her. Katy wrapped her arms around him, holding him as they both orgasmed. He pressed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply. They stayed that way, entwined, as the last of their climaxes petered off, ultimately leaving them both breathless and limp.

“That was everything I had hoped it was. Those legs really help you fuck,” Katy said after a bit of silence.

“They do,” Owyn replied tiredly.

Gently, he pulled out of her and laid down beside her, curling up against her.

“So...there's been something I've been meaning to tell you. But I didn't because I didn't want you to get...distracted, from our time together,” she said.

“What...you don't have like a jealous boyfriend or something do you?” Owyn replied.

“Oh no, it's nothing bad. And no, I'm single. It's something good actually. At least, I think it could be,” she said.

“What is it?”

“So...you're down with fucking members of other races. Elves, beryls, felis. Vampires and mermaids even...”

“Yeah...”

“How would you feel about fucking a dryad?”

CHAPTER II

Owyn leaned his head back, a moan escaping him.

“Katy...” he groaned, reaching out, placing his hand on the back of her head, feeling her damp hair. “Oh, Katy, that feels really good,” he moaned.

The mermaid silently kept working, her head rising and falling rapidly. Owyn began to really lose himself inside of her warm, wet mouth, her full, red lips, her tongue. Everything else fell away, nothing else seemed to pierce the intent concentration he was feeling. Not the warm waters he was soaking his feet in, not the morning sun streaming down, not the cool breeze whispering through the trees, nor the rock he was sitting on.

There was only the beautiful, brunette mermaid giving him a world-class blowjob.

He could feel an orgasm swelling within him, building, threatening to explode. He let go of Katy's head. “Okay,” he gasped. “Okay, I'm about to-”

She pulled his dick out of her mouth and grinned up at him, her fist working rapidly, pumping over the head of his dick, which was coated in her saliva. It didn't take long for him to trigger, especially now that he was looking down at her incredibly beautiful face, and he just caught a glimpse of dark green movement beneath the water.

Her finned tail.

That did it.

He started letting off, shooting thick, stringy gobs of his seed across her smooth, pale face. She opened up her mouth and jacked him off directly into it, sticking her tongue out. In that moment, Owyn was convinced that there was nothing more perfect, more beautiful, than what he was seeing right now before him.

When he finished, she swallowed, then slipped his dick back into her mouth and sucked, getting any leftover seed still inside and pulled it slowly out from between her lips. Then she lowered herself beneath the water, cleaned her face off and came back up, still smiling at him. He fought not to collapse back against the ground.

“Thank you,” he said. “That was really good.”

“You're welcome,” she replied. “But I was repaying you for that very nice job you did of eating me out,” she replied. “And saying goodbye. Though hopefully not permanently.”

Owyn nodded. She had a point. It was now the morning after the day he'd taken her into his tent and made love to her. They'd spent that day together and then had gone to sleep, she in her water, he on his bedroll. In the morning, they had made love once more, then, after a longer conversation about her friend, the dryad, they had decided to say farewell. But not before pleasuring each other with liberal use of their tongues and lips.

“So, you sure you're into this whole thing with my friend?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Owyn replied. “I'm sure. If she's interested...”

“Oh, don't worry, she's interested.”

“Then so am I.”

“Good! She'll be very happy. It's something she's talked about for a long time now. The only thing is...well, if I had a single piece of advice to give to you about Clover, it would be that she's...well...she has a hard time asking for things. She kind of...well, okay, let me put it like this. You should just take control of the situation. I'm not saying you should just do whatever you want to her, but you need to initiate things. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah. I think I can handle that. Clover is her name?”

“Yes.”

“Pretty name. I look forward to meeting her...how did the two of you meet?”

Katy smiled fondly. “I was coming up the river last year. I saw her feet in the water and I was feeling...playful, I guess. I started teasing at her feet, like a fish. Oh boy, she nearly lost her mind, she was so startled. I surfaced and felt guilty. We started talking once she realized I didn't mean her any harm and found we had a lot in common. We both like to get away and be by ourselves, since we both don't really fit in with our respective societies...” She shrugged. “I imagine you know how that is, huh?” she asked.

“Yeah, I have something of an idea,” Owyn replied.

Katy smiled up at him. “I'm really glad I met you. This is has been a lot of fun. And deeply satisfying. If you ever happen to come back around these parts, you should come here, hang out a few days. I tend to make the trip up to this spot at least twice a week. I'd really love to see you again, Owyn,” she said.

He smiled back at her. “I'd love to see you again, too. I will definitely be back here at some point, probably in the relatively near future. You are exceptionally good at sex.”

She laughed. “Glad to hear it. Now come here, I want a So Long Kiss.”

Owyn laid down flat on his stomach. Katy pushed herself up a bit out of the water and they kissed. It was a long, good kiss. When their lips parted, Katy stared at him a little bit longer. “Well, I guess I should get going. But, before I go, obviously you need directions. Head east until you hit a river. Follow its current until you come to a clearing that has an immense, felled tree with a hollow trunk. Clover will meet you there by sundown.”

“All right, I'll do that. Thanks again, for everything.”

“You're welcome, and thank you, as well. Farewell for now, Owyn.”

And then she was gone, disappeared beneath the water, to her tunnel and the river and ultimately the sea. He would miss her, to be sure, but he was getting used to this kind of liaison. It helped that basically every one of the women he'd...met with, had told him, each in their own way, that they didn't really do the relationship thing. He knew that, if it were up to him, he'd stick around longer with them. He figured it was probably because he was younger, but he could be absolutely enamored with a woman for quite awhile.

The age thing, if he thought about it, actually did make sense. Since he usually found himself in the company of older women, they had all developed a stronger sense of self as they aged, more confident and competent. They didn't rely on other people for their own validation. That and, well, he imagined they had developed a kind of 'been there, done that' attitude. It was easier for them to get over new flings.

Of course, not all of them tossed him out as soon as they got tired of him. He'd spent a fair amount of time with Liz and, before her, Krystal. He missed Krystal. Owyn suddenly realized that he was still standing there, staring at the water. It was time to get going. He turned away from the hot spring and set to work breaking down his camp, opting to have a light breakfast of a bottle of chilled water and a couple of apples. Once he had everything tucked away in his magical backpack, Owyn paused, looking out over the clearing that he had called home over the past couple of days, enjoying its natural beauty.

Then he set off to the east, towards the river.

In the distance, he thought he could hear the rushing water.

Owyn found himself thinking about what he was heading off to do now. Having sex with a dryad...he trusted Katy, trusted that she wouldn't send him into danger. And he'd actually heard some interesting stories about dryads. They were supposed to be...spirits of the forest, sort of. Spirits of nature. Their primary concern was with maintaining the forest. They were said to be neutral and, occasionally, even friendly towards people who respected the forest. They could be quiet nasty to people who wanted to exploit their forests. Owyn liked to think that he respected nature. He hoped Clover would agree with him.

Still, sex with a dryad seemed a little...odd, even by the standards he'd been setting for himself lately. Dryads, as far as he knew, didn't even have civilization as he understood it. On the other hand, they definitely weren't animals. They could think, they could communicate, they could reason. Apparently, they had sexual desire. Owyn wondered if he should consider not doing this, since he was hesitating.

Was there any kind of real reason not to?

The most obvious downside was danger, but what danger was there? He could take care of himself, at least, he thought he could. There might be a risk of some kind of sickness or illness that could pass between them through sexual contact, but a potion of healing should deal with it, if it was even a problem. Obviously, he wasn't going to be able to get her pregnant, they were too different for that to be a risk.

Ultimately, after a few more moments of thought about it, Owyn decided that if he met her and still wanted to go through with it, and if she wanted to go through with it too, then why not? He supposed there was the social stigma of the fact that he would have fucked a dryad, but it was unlikely that anyone would ever find out and even if they did, well, what business was it of theirs? He was living this kind of lifestyle specifically because he wanted to be able to do whatever he wanted with his life, free of judgment.

As he continued his trek, Owyn's thoughts turned to another worry. The Emerald Wild was supposed to be a dangerous place, but he hadn't seen one dangerous thing yet. Was he just lucky? Did he happen to find a portion of the Wild that was safe? He supposed that line of reasoning made enough sense as, technically speaking, he was still on the outskirts of the Wild. Though that was about to change quickly.

He was making his way in deeper.

Owyn was fairly confident that he could handle himself...but he also knew there were a ton of things he probably couldn't bring down on his own. He realized that there was a good chance he was walking into real danger. Was sex a good reason to walk into danger? After a further moment's consideration, he decided that it didn't really matter what the answer to that question was...because he was going to do it either way.

Suddenly, the trees broke away and he came to stand on a riverbank. Well, here it was, the river Katy had spoken of. He looked first up it, then down it. Nothing but clear bluish water, rushing away to the right, away from the distant mountains, which he could just see to the far left. He stood there for a moment longer, basking in the sunlight and the serene atmosphere of the environment. How had he ever lived for so long in his home village? He was happier now than he ever remembered being before he started his new life.

With that thought, Owyn turned and began following the river.

…

It took close to an hour and a half, and he was beginning to worry, but then he came to a clearing with a huge, felled tree. Owyn almost walked by it, so lost in his thoughts he was, but then he saw it and stopped and hurried over to it. It was, indeed, cleared out. So, either there were more than one of these types of clearings with big, empty trees or this was it. Owyn decided to trust that this was it. It felt right, for some reason.

So he spent the next while poking around the clearing, checking it out, seeing if there was anything odd or out of the ordinary. When he got tired of that, he went about setting up his camp again, figuring that he'd want a nice place to make love. Doing it rough and dirty on the ground could certainly be hot, but it was also very easy to lose the mood if, say, a bug started crawling on you or you rolled into a pile of crap or something like that. He'd had a couple of late-night liaisons where something similar had happened.

With this in mind, he got out of his pack and spent the next hour or so slowly pulling his tent out of, piece by piece, and setting it up. When that was done and he'd laid out his bedroll, making it as comfy and appealing as possible, he went about setting up a ring of stones and gathering up kindling, preparing to make a fire when the time was right. Nightfall was still quite a ways away, though. When he finished with that, Owyn decided it was time for lunch. He kept this meal relatively light as well, eating a mixture of nuts and some fruits and vegetables, washing it all down with a magically chilled bottle of blueberry juice.

Time continued to pass.

Owyn found that he wasn't very good at sitting still and waiting anymore.

He wanted to do things. Something, anything. So he found a relatively flat rock a little ways into the forest and hauled it up to the fire-pit, then sat down on it, pulled out his sword and a stone he'd used for sharpening it, and set to tuning up the blade. This, at least, gave him something to do. As he lost himself in the simple monotony of sharpening his sword, he soon felt a subtle vibration in one of his pockets.

At first, he had no idea what it was, but almost immediately following the vibration, he began to be filled with a sense of cautious awareness. Then it hit him. His ring, his special ring that warned him of things wishing to do him harm. He'd taken it off for his sexual adventures with Katy and slipped it into his pocket.

Something was coming.

He hoped it wasn't Clover.

He stood slowly and was silently glad that he already had his sword in hand. Setting his sharpening stone down, he scanned the treeline surrounding the clearing. He was also glad it was day, because this would be way creepier if it was nighttime. A tense moment passed, then another. He could see nothing obvious and could hear a bunch of different sounds. The river going by behind him, the various sounds of birds, insects, and other things that occupied the Wild. Nothing that was obviously threatening, though...

But his ring kept vibrating in his pocket.

If anything, it was more insistent than ever.

Something made him look up. There. A spider, a big one, ugly and dark and terrifying, perching high up on a tree branch. And just as he noticed it, the evil thing launched its attack. Owyn let out a loud, startled shout as he sidestepped, narrowly avoiding having the thing land on him. It hit the ground with a heavy sound. Owyn stumbled, barely managing to stay upright. He knew he didn't have much time. At least he wasn't panicking.

Spinning, he saw the spider turning to face him, two front legs raised, its fangs shiny in the sunlight and dripping poison. It was going to attack him, so he attacked it first. Lunging forward, he drove the tip of his freshly sharpened blade deep into the thing, punching right through its alien face and into its body. The thing let out a shriek of pain that cut off quickly. Owyn then heard a sound to his left, coming from the treeline.

He ripped the sword out in a spray of gore and whirled around to face this new threat. But already the sense of alarm and the vibration in his pocket had gone away. What he saw was a dryad, standing at the edge of the clearing, looking very worried and nervous. Owyn forced himself to relax, lowering the sword.

“I'm sorry,” he said. “Are you...Clover?” he asked.

The dryad seemed to take a moment to compose herself. “Yes. I am,” she replied quietly. “You must be Owyn.”

He nodded.

For a little while, neither of them said anything further. They both studied each other in the lingering silence.

Owyn had been worried, a little, that she might be kind of strange looking. He'd seen drawings and paintings of dryads, but people seemed to have divided opinions. In some, they were depicted as little more than a vaguely humanoid collection of twined twigs and leaves, in others they more looked like a person, though covered in moss and leaves and dirt and other stuff of the forest. Clover was somewhere in the middle.

Though it was obvious that she was not human, she was still definitely attractive. She had a solid body, though her skin seemed to be roughly the same color and consistency as a tree trunk. She didn't have hair, but instead piled leaves that took on the same vague shape and style as short hair. She had beautiful green eyes. They were extremely vibrant and reminded him of the best, most bright days of spring, when the landscape was in full bloom. His eyes slid lower. She was naked and didn't seem in the slightest bit concerned with that.

She was about as tall as he was, maybe even an inch or two taller. There was something almost...fertile, about her. She was very shapely, very well-proportioned, with broad hips and thick thighs, a nicely padded stomach and large, beautiful breasts. Her skin was light brown and had lines running down it, reminding him of a certain kind of tree that he didn't know the name of. Probably most prominent of all were a pair of branches growing out of the top of her head that kind of reminded him of antlers.

Clover shifted nervously and Owyn finally came back to himself. He remembered what Katy had told him before, that he needed to sort of take control of the situation. Pulling out a rag, he began to wipe off his blade.

“So, I imagine that Katy filled you on the details, but just in case there's been any kind of miscommunication, um...” he hesitated and shifted awkward. “I was interested, I mean, that is to say, I am interested in, well...having sex with you. Were you interested in me?”

A small smile touched the dryad's lips and Owyn felt a bit of relief. At the very least she wouldn't be angry or offended with him. He still wasn't entirely sure why but sex could be a ridiculously touchy subject with some people.

“Yes,” she said, nodding, “that's correct.”

“Okay. Um, well, are you still interested in that?” he asked, trying, and failing, to be a bit more in control of the situation.

Her smile broadened a little bit. She nodded once more. The movement made her breasts bounce slightly. “Yes.”

Owyn finally fully relaxed. Okay, so, she was still interested. Good. He finished cleaning his sword and slipped it back into its leather sheath, then began walking across the clearing towards her. Clover definitely seemed shy and more than a bit nervous. He came to stand before her and extended his hand.

Slowly, almost cautiously, she took it. Clover's skin was warm and a bit rough. It reminded him of trees that had had their bark sheered away, the somewhat smooth trunk beneath. He wasn't sure how to interpret her apprehension.

“Clover,” he said, slowly, “if you aren't comfortable with this, we don't have to do it. I mean, I'm very much looking forward to making love with you, but I don't want to pressure you-”

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “No, it's okay. I want this, I'm just a little, well, cautious. Not all the humans I've encountered have been, uh, friendly. Well, that and my elders tend to teach us to stay away from humans and the elves and basically anything that isn't a dryad. So, don't mistake my trepidation for unwillingness.”

“Okay,” Owyn replied, smiling at her. He began leading her towards his tent and she came easily enough, allowing herself to be led along. “But if you aren't comfortable with something I'm doing or if you want to stop, I want you to feel like you can tell me. I'll respect your wishes.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that,” Clover said. She gave his hand a little squeeze and he squeezed it back amicably.

They walked over to his tent and crouched down, then made their way in. Owyn had taken to hanging cloth at both ends, to give a bit of privacy. There was just enough room inside for both of them to sit up. Awkwardly, Owyn began undressing. He'd already taken off his armor and set it in his backpack. He kicked off his boots and peeled off his clothing. “So,” he said as he undressed, “you've never done this before?”

“Oh, no, I'm not a virgin,” she replied.

“No, I mean, with a human.”

“Oh! No. Never with a member of any other race, just other dryads,” she replied. “What about you?”

“Never with a dryad,” he replied.

“But with other races...Katy mentioned some of your history.”

“You don't think that's weird or anything, do you?” he asked, hesitantly.

“No, definitely not. Actually...I think it's really hot,” she replied.

Owyn finished taking off his undershorts and now was as naked as she was. He shifted and they came together in the tent. He moved slowly at first, leaning in and pushing his lips against hers. She smiled into the kiss, then began to kiss him back, slowly, gently. He reached out and placed a hand on one of her breasts, softly groping it, liking the feel of it in his hand, against his skin. Owyn moved again, re-positioning them both, so that they were lying down. He laid half on top of her, continuing to kiss her, upping the passion a bit.

He parted her lips and slipped his tongue in. Clover responded positively to it, twining her tongue with his own. Immediately he could taste a sweet mixture of honeysuckle, tree sap, and crystal clear springwater. He continued groping her breasts and pushing himself against her. She was warm and pleasant and she pressed back against him, letting her hands probe over his body, touching him curiously here and there.

Owyn slid a hand around and down, groping her thick, firm, well-padded ass. He squeezed it and felt her reach down in between his legs and take his rock-hard cock in one hand. She began to slide her fingers up and down it. Owyn responded by letting go of her ass, gently pushing her over fully onto her back and then slipping his hand down in between her legs. She opened them for him and he slipped a finger inside of the tight, wet opening. Clover gasped softly and bit her lip. It made her look even sexier.

He began stimulating her, pleasuring her, pushing up into her most sensitive spot. Inside, she felt...different, than the other women he'd been with. She was wet, but it was almost like she was full of some thick, goopy material that was at once both strange and very familiar. It almost had the same consistency as honey, but that wasn't quite right. It seemed to suck his finger back in each time he pulled back.

Owyn liked it.

Clover moaned his name softly, over and over again, as he fingered her. Then she let out a sharp cry of pleasure as he pulled his finger out, parted her lips, found her clit and began to rub it, moving his fingertip rapidly but gently up and down. Once he got her a bit used to that, he applied more pressure, increasing it and, it would seem, increasing her pleasure as well. She cried out in her slightly rough, husky voice, gyrating her hips vaguely in sync with his hand. She moaned loudly, her back arching, writhing in pleasure.

He pulled his hand back and she gasped. “Why-why did you stop?” she asked.

“I wanted to pleasure you with my tongue,” he replied.

“Oh! I'd like that very much. Katy said you were very good at that,” Clover replied with a broad smile.

“Glad to hear it,” Owyn said.

He re-positioned himself, getting down in between her legs, which she spread wider for him. He parted her lips and leaned forward, gently blowing his breath across her exposed flesh. He felt her body tremble with anticipation. He also hoped that he wouldn't let her down, that Katy's words hadn't hyped this up too much in her mind, then decided that he'd just do the best job he could and hope that Clover found it satisfactory.

As he pressed the tip of his tongue to the small nub of her clit, Owyn found that the taste of tree sap had grown stronger. It was very sweet, as though laced with sugar. He liked it a lot. He continued eating her out, building it up, at first using the tip of his tongue and then using the entirety of it. By the time he had gotten his lower lip involved, Clover was crying out, her sexy, husky voice filling the confined space of the tent. She was screaming in raw pleasure, her hips thrusting, and then she began to orgasm.

Her female sex juices didn't so much spray out of her as slowly ooze. Owyn pulled back, watching, expecting to be turned off by the sight, but he wasn't. A thick, greenish, somewhat clear liquid spilled out of her. He realized that it actually was tree sap. He supposed it made enough sense, given that she was a creature of the land. He found himself incredibly horny and ready for sex as her orgasm tapered off.

Getting up in between her legs, he put the tip of his dick, which was rock hard, throbbing and ready to go, against her sticky opening.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, getting her breath back. “Yes, I'm ready. I want it. I want it now,” she replied, almost demanding.

He responded with action by pushing forward with his hips and burying his cock inside of her tight, dryad pussy. Clover cried out as he penetrated her, pushing himself all the way in. He expected there to be some kind of resistance, as tree sap, in its natural state, wasn't exactly the most lubricating of substances, but he slid in nicely. And, as he began to fuck her, he liked the sort of suction that the stuff had on his dick each time he pulled back. Owyn stared down at her well-padded body as he made love to her.

He watched his dick going in and out of her, stared at her thick, beautiful thighs, then moved his gaze up past her waistline to her nicely padded stomach. Owyn's gaze moved up further, focusing on her large, bountiful breasts, bouncing in steady rhythm with his thrusting. Then, finally, up to her face. Her beautiful face.

It really hit him then that he was having sex with a dryad.

He was actually making love to a forest nymph.

That full realization, combined with the fact that he had been thinking about it for hours upon hours up to this point, pushed him over the edge. Once he realized what was coming, he laid down fully on top of her, pressing his lips to hers. She responded immediately and passionately, kissing him back, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, staring directly into his eyes. Owyn cried out into the kiss as he began to orgasm.

He thought he felt her pussy tightening, getting hotter, wetter, but he couldn't be sure because his own climax was tearing through him with all the power of a lightning bolt. He broke the kiss, wrapping his arms around Clover, holding her tight to him, burying his face in the pillow beside her, moaning and groaning with the raw, unfiltered, passionate pleasure of orgasming inside of a beautiful woman. He could hear her doing much the same.

When it was over and his senses had found him again, Owyn carefully pushed himself up, pulled himself gently out of her pussy and then flopped onto his side. She rolled over to face him, smiling idly at him. She reached up and ran a finger down his chest.

“So, was it everything you'd hoped for?” he asked.

“Oh wow yes,” she replied, enthusiastic. “That orgasm...you got me to go twice, two big ones, and that's just...ahhh, it's the absolute best,” she said.

“Nice,” Owyn said.

“What about you? Was making love to me all you had hoped?”

“Oh yes, that and more. It was incredible.”

She smiled and gave him a little kiss. “Good! And Katy was right, you have got to be the best eater of pussy I have ever encountered. That was really something else.”

They laid there for a few moments longer, then Clover stirred. “I want to go into the river, to wash up a bit, join me?” she asked.

“Yeah, definitely,” Owyn replied.

They both stood up and walked out of the tent. Owyn felt a little weird being fully naked, oddly exposed, but Clover didn't seem to mind it at all, so he just followed her lead. They walked to the river's edge and then moved into the water. It was chilly, but not downright cold, tolerable up to a point. Owyn had spent enough time in colder waters. He moved into the river with her. The current was definitely there, but not so strong that he had to fight it constantly. They moved to a deep enough part and dunked their heads beneath the surface, then came back up.

“So...I've got to ask, why humans? What drew you in?” Owyn asked.

“Oh. I met one, once. A woman. She was a traveling merchant, got lost in the woods, trying to take a shortcut through them. I was much younger and very curious. I wanted to help her. So I did and I showed her a path that would get her to where she wanted to go. We talked about many things, and, ultimately, we started talking about sex. I think, secretly, she was kind of into the idea of screwing a male dryad, or something similar. In dryad culture, foreplay isn't really much of a thing. There's really just the sex. She told me all sorts of things about the pleasure of foreplay, of tongues and lips and fingers, and that...really intrigued me.”

“I hope I didn't like...ruin sex for you. I mean, uh, not that I think I'm like some kind of sex god or something...”

Clover laughed. “You did a great job and you showed me what it felt like to have someone who really cares about their partner's pleasure. It was very nice. While there's definitely more to my life than sex...I can't say I won't miss you when we part ways. Speaking of which...I was hoping that you might be willing to make love a few more times?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely. I don't really have anywhere to be or anything. I'd more than love to spend more time with you.”

Clover smiled at him and drifted closer. “Good. I had...other things in mind.”

“Oh yeah?” Owyn replied. They came together in the river. “Like what?”

“Well...” Clover ran her hands across his chest, then embraced him, hugging him close to her naked body. “Katy told me that your seed tastes very nice. I'd like to find out for myself, and I understand that human men quite enjoy the process of...extracting your seed. Does that sound like something you'd want?” she asked.

Owyn couldn't help but grin foolishly. “I'd very much like that.”

“Good. Come on, it's getting a bit cold. Let's get back to your tent,” Clover replied.

They kissed once, then moved out of the water, back onto the riverbank. Once he reached his tent, Owyn found a towel and dried off. He tried to offer it to Clover, but she had no problem getting dry. By the time they were at the tent, she already was. She explained that water didn't really stick to her 'skin', it was part of being a dryad.

They climbed back into the tent.

Owyn laid on his back and Clover climbed on top of him. She began kissing him, gently at first, her soft, full, wet lips pressing against his own. He kissed her back, then let his hands run across her body, reaching down and groping her thick, full ass. Clover rubbed herself gently against him, then opened up his mouth and slipped her tongue in. He could feel her full, firm breasts pushing against his bare chest.

She stopped kissing him and began lowering herself, kissing all down the front of his body, until she was down between his legs. “Now,” she said as she gripped his dick and began running her hand slowly up and down its length, “I haven't really done this before. Like I said, foreplay, not a thing for dryads, girls or guys. But Katy gave me some tips, so...well, just let me know if I can do a better job...or, uh, if I'm hurting you.”

He laughed. “I'm sure you'll do fine, and don't worry, if you hurt me, you'll know.”

She smiled. “You're really good at setting people at ease, aren't you?”

“I don't know, maybe. I try to. There's already enough to stress out over without me adding to it, I guess.”

Clover smiled. “A good philosophy.”

Then she opened her mouth, extended her tongue and licked up the bottom of his cock. Owyn groaned as a wave of raw pleasure rippled through him. Clover seemed to pick up that she was doing something right and continued licking him, over and over again. He loved the feel of her wet, warm, soft tongue against the head of his dick. Before long, she slipped it into her mouth put his cock in her mouth and started sucking on it.

“You have...have to move your head up and down,” he said, a little breathlessly.

She began doing so.

He hissed slightly as he felt her teeth brush against his skin. “No teeth!” he said.

“Oh, sorry!” she said after quickly pulling it from her mouth. “I didn't mean to...”

“No, it's okay. You're doing fine. Just, uh...be careful, you know? It's very sensitive,” Owyn replied.

She smiled awkwardly at him, then set back to work. It took a few minutes of trial and error, but soon Clover had a good pace going, a good rhythm, and had worked up a good mouthful of saliva. Owyn moaned her name several times, running his hand slowly through her head full of leaves. His hand brushed against her branch-antler.

“Hey...is it okay if I like...grab your antlers and kind of...fuck your mouth?” he asked hesitantly, hoping he didn't offend her.

“Mmm-hmm,” she replied, gently nodding her head.

Owyn let out a little sigh of relief. He reached out with both hands and wrapped his fingers around her branches, then, once he had a good grip, he began thrusting up into her mouth. She seemed to take it well, letting him do it, taking his dick all the way to the back of her throat. Owyn was already approaching the edge of orgasming, and doing this to Clover pushed him right over it. He cried out, letting go of her branches suddenly and falling back against his bedding as he started to climax right into her mouth.

Clover immediately started sucking again. He felt her wrap her thumb and two fingers around his dick and began sliding them quickly up and down it. She kept working it, sucking him dry, as if trying to get every last drop out, just like Katy had. As he finished coming in her mouth, his orgasm tapering off, Owyn felt his body go limp from the exertion. He had felt that one, there was just something about getting sucked off by a dryad...

“So,” he asked as she took it out of her mouth, “how was it?”

“Not quite what Katy described,” Clover replied. “But not bad. I kind of like it.”

“Good to know.”

Clover began rooting around in his bag. “That seems to have taken what energy you had left...oh wow, your bag is...something else. What is this?” she muttered.

“Oh, it's one of those...bigger on the inside than on the outside bags,” he replied. “Magic, you know? What are you looking for?”

“This,” Clover replied, pulling out one of his chilled bottles that had blueberry juice in it. “I love blueberries. I could smell them in your bag. You mind if I have some?”

“No, not at all.”

She thanked him, opened the bottle, and took a drink. Owyn yawned suddenly. He realized that he could take a nap. Overhead, the sun was shining into the clearing, though a low cloud cover had blown in, threatening rain in the near future, making the interior of the tent just at the edge of pleasantly warm. Clover finished drinking.

“How do you feel about a nap?” he asked.

She replaced the cork in the bottle and put it back in his pack. “I could go for that. It'll be a little weird sleeping indoors, but I understand you humans enjoy it.”

She crawled into bed with him.

“Thanks,” he said. “I appreciate it.”

She smiled and kissed him. “Sleep well,” she said. “Because when one of us wakes up, I imagine we'll want to do it again.”

Owyn smiled, nodded and kissed her back.

Then he pressed himself against her and began to fall asleep.

…

Owyn came awake some time later. The sun was still up but now it was grayer and he heard rain tapping lightly against the tent. Something had awoken him. Someone was moving around in the tent with him, next to him, against him. He shifted groggily and then let out a small surprised sound as Clover's face suddenly slid into focus in front of his. She pressed her lips against his. Again, he tasted the honeysuckle, it was nearly overpowering. He kissed her back, laying a hand on one of her breasts, groping it gently.

“It's raining,” Clover said quietly. She pushed him over onto his back. “I love it when it rains...it always make me horny for some reason,” she said.

Owyn laughed softly. “I'm pretty horny myself right now.”

As she climbed atop him, Clover reached down in between them and gently squeezed his dick. “I can tell,” she said. “Are you prepared to make love?” she asked.

“Yes, definitely,” he replied, staring up at her beautiful body, her beautiful face. All around them, the rain continued to fall.

Owyn gasped as Clover placed the head of his dick against her hot, wet opening and then, balancing herself on her knees and shins, lowered herself slowly but surely, taking his entire length into her in one go. He reached out and grabbed her hips, moaning as she started riding his dick, sliding herself up and down, quickly picking up speed. Clover let out a long groan of pleasure as she started going harder and faster, burying his dick inside of her. Owyn stared up at her beautiful, bountiful bouncing breasts.

He reached up and grabbed them.

“Clover...feels too good...” he moaned.

“Not yet,” she gasped. “I want to, too.”

“Okay...okay...hold on,” he replied.

Reaching down, Owyn found her clit and pressed his finger against it. Clover cried out and got the message immediately. Instead of going up and down, she started vigorously rubbing herself back and forth against him. Owyn watched her face change, her expression twisting and contorting, eyes squeezed shut, chewing on her lower lip in concentration. Suddenly, her eyes popped open and she cried out, hunching forward. He could feel her orgasming and it was almost too much for him. He felt the muscles inside of her clenching and releasing as a powerful, wet heat began to swell within her. Clover cried out, moaning and panting.

That was it.

He started to orgasm as well, at the same time as she did.

He moaned, his back arching, forcing his dick up deeper inside of her, causing Clover to let out another surprised shout of pleasure. Owyn felt his eyes lose focus as he came inside of her dryad pussy, unbelievable pleasure coursing through him, filling him like a warm, pink light. He could feel his dick spasming and jerking, held within the tight cocoon of Clover's vagina. They both continued crying out as their separate orgasms overtook them completely.

When it was over, Clover flopped off of Owyn, falling onto her back next to him, both of them gasping for breath.

“That...was something else,” Clover said finally.

“Yeah,” Owyn replied, “it really was.”

They continued laying there, getting their breaths back, sweaty and naked. (Well, Owyn was sweaty, Clover didn't seem to sweat).

They listened to the rain, serene and sweet.

“Will you stay with me here for a few days longer?” Clover asked. “I'd really appreciate it. I like your company...obviously.”

Owyn smiled, reached out and took her hand. “Yeah, I'd love to.”

“Thank you,” she murmured. Then she rolled over so that she was half on him, careful not to let her branches poke against him, and let out a contented sigh. He wrapped an arm around her and held her against him.

He was happy.

They both were.

CHAPTER III

A groan escaped Owyn's throat, and though he had spent the past couple of months often groaning in pleasure, this one was nothing but pain. His head hurt like someone had tried to crack it open like an egg. He was lying down in what smelled like grass. He could also smell blood. Taste it, too. Not really a good sign. Owyn groaned again as he opened his eyes and found himself staring up at a clear blue sky and lots of sunshine. He shielded his eyes and slowly sat up. That hurt. His head swayed and ached.

He looked around, trying to figure out what was going on. There were trees around. He could hear birds, insects, and a stream bubbling nearby. Outside, obviously...but no camp. No tent, no bedroll, no nothing.

What had happened?

Another bout of pain seemed to attack his head. Carefully, Owyn got to his feet. An idea began to dawn on him slowly and he started to pat himself down. His backpack was gone. His coin pouch was gone. His pockets were empty except for...his whetstone. And his silver sword, still on his hip in its leather scabbard.

He'd been robbed.

But they'd left him his sword. What was that supposed to be, some kind of decency or something? Honor among thieves? Not that he was a thief. They hadn't even left him with a damned healing potion or anything. So where was he? What was the last thing he was doing? Owyn stood still and began thinking, but something, somewhere, growled. It wasn't quite nearby, but it wasn't far enough away for comfort, either. He knew that he was in the Emerald Wild, and that he was in no condition to fight.

But how to figure out where to go?

He looked around for a moment and spotted a trail. Hobbling a bit, he made it to the path. Then, judging the position of the sun, he figured out which direction was west. Since he was in the Wild, he knew that civilization was always to the west, almost never to the east. There was practically nothing that direction but more woods and eventually ocean. Owyn started walking west, towards, he hoped, civilization. He thought as he walked.

Owyn tried to piece it together as he let his legs carry him along. He focused on his last memories. He clearly remembered having sex with Clover, the dryad, in the woods. The Emerald Wild. That was...well, if he hadn't lost that much time than it was two days ago. He'd stayed with her the rest of that day, then all of the next one, and then some of this one. He didn't think he could survive an entire day unconscious in the wilderness, plus, he didn't feel starving or dehydrated, nor had his facial hair grown really at all.

So he was probably only out for an hour or so.

Which meant it was probably mid-afternoon. He'd parted ways with Clover just this morning, as she said she had to get back to her clan, or they would begin to worry about her. They'd made love one more time before parting, then had gone off in their own separate directions. Owyn had intended to head to the nearest settlement to spend the night in an inn and resupply, since he missed having a real roof over his head, and he'd started walking back. So someone must have clubbed him over the head and robbed him.

His ring had warned him, but too late. He'd just started to feel the vibrations. Whoever they'd been, they were fast. He suspected that his stuff was gone. Once a thief had robbed you...that was it, usually. Owyn expected to feel angrier, furious even, but honestly, he just felt lucky to be alive. He'd accumulated a lot of stuff, expensive stuff even, and yet...he knew that he had the means, the skills, and the motivation to buy new stuff. It was a curious feeling. He didn't think he'd be so...relaxed about getting robbed blind.

Something he had slowly, almost dimly, picked up on in his life was that the measure of control you had over it seriously changed your general well-being. Now he was really seeing the full effect of that reality.

It was a good feeling.

The trees slowly began to thin out and fall away, until Owyn found himself free of the forest. He paused in the brilliant sunshine, his head still hurting, though the pain was localized to a single point now on the back of his skull, where the thief had struck him. He reached up periodically and touched it, wincing each time. The first two times, his hand came back bloody, but as he did it again now, there was no more blood. The wound must have finally sealed itself at least to the point where it was no longer freely bleeding.

Looking to the left, he saw only a long stretch of pathway, the trees to the left and the plains to the right. In the opposite direction, he spied the vague outlines of a settlement in the distance. It was perhaps a half hour walk. Good. Fine. Owyn set off towards it, keeping his pace slow and measured, giving himself some time to recuperate. As he began walking, cautiously keeping an eye out in case anything else wanted a piece of him today, Owyn found his mind drifting towards another line of thought.

In fact, it was what he'd been thinking about before he'd been jumped.

His sexual encounters were getting...stranger. A felis and a beryl were kind of out there, but people at least lived, worked with, and encountered those two types of beings in their everyday lives. Well, people who lived outside of small villages. A mermaid was quite a unique experience, but he'd heard enough guys near the ocean say, (when they'd have a few to drink), that maybe it might be quite a thing to have sex with a mermaid...

But he hadn't ever heard anyone secretly long to bang a dryad.

It was kind of out there.

Part of him wanted to just detach from societal norms and completely jettison these worries and fears and doubts. They never seemed to be right at all and it wasn't like he was even necessarily part of society in any meaningful way anymore. And to be honest, he was pretty willing to do that, because he was getting to the point where he was willing to tell anyone who tried to give him shit for sleeping with who he wanted to sleep with to fuck off. He felt lucky that he hadn't really run into that particular situation yet.

But really, at this point, he felt...well, it couldn't quite be called guilt, but close enough...whatever it was he felt, he did out of some kind of automatic reaction rather than any kind of conclusion. In his heart of hearts, Owyn didn't believe he was doing anything wrong. He didn't think he was 'going against nature' or committing some kind of sin by sleeping with a mermaid and a dryad. No, his worries were something else entirely.

What if he was heading into a situation where his sexual preferences got really out there? What if he was escalating too fast?

Owyn shook his head slowly, then winced. No, he was probably overthinking this. He should just relax and enjoy himself. That mentality had served him well so far. And besides, what else was really out there that he could sleep with? Surely nothing stranger than a dryad. He decided that he was just overthinking this and that he should just...continue on with his life. He also realized that he was getting close to the settlement.

The pain in his head was a bit more tolerable, but he wasn't sure how he was going to solve it. He was completely broke, and the only thing he could sell was his sword and whetstone...which he wouldn't, because he still needed to defend himself. So he needed coin. How to get it? And not some crappy, boring job that would take him a week of hard labor to earn any decent amount of money. Well...when in doubt, go to the village board. All villages had them: places where anyone and everyone could pin parchment asking for oddjobs to get done. Everything from parcel delivery to bounty hunting to trimming the hedges.

As Owyn made his way through a small residential area and into the main town square, he flashed back to his first day out, months ago. He'd met Krystal in a place like this. His own home village. How long had it been since he'd even thought of his mother? His father? His older brother? He felt guilty and homesick all at once and slowed to a stop a few steps short of the big, wooden message board littered with parchments. Slowly, the feelings passed. For a second there, he'd wanted to suddenly run back home and see his family. He still did...but the urge was no longer overwhelming. He took a breath and made himself focus.

Whatever he wanted to do at the moment, he needed to find some coin. Slowly, he began studying the pieces of paper, trying to decipher the utterly horrible handwriting of the locals. (That seemed to be a constant among all the small villages.) There was the general collection of crap. Someone wanted help hauling a bunch of junk to the market, someone wanted help pulling weeds in their yard, and someone else needed someone to help them make some repairs to their house. Then he saw it: something interesting.

A shopkeeper needed a shipment of magical gemstones taken through Emerald Wild to a small research outpost manned by wizards. It was the perfect job for him...except that he still only had his damned sword and he wasn't going anywhere with this nightmare of a headache that seemed to flare up if he moved around too much.

With a heavy sigh, Owyn collected four of the parchments he thought he could do in one afternoon that would earn him a bit of coin and get him a new backpack, some traveling supplies, and a damned healing potion.

He set off into the village.

…

He'd underestimated how long it would take him.

Owyn had ran through four jobs and managed to scrape together twenty gold. And that was after begging, bargaining, and coming very close to threatening on the last job. He'd first gone to help old Mister So-and-So haul a bunch of his used crap to market. The guy had tried to talk him into sticking around and actually selling it after Owyn had provided the muscle and loaded the stuff up into the back of his rickety old cart, but Owyn knew that it wasn't going to sell, and even if it did, not for very much, so he'd taken his cut and left.

Then he'd gone and pulled the weeds. That had taken a solid hour, because it turned out to be a big yard, and he'd only gotten five coin for that. After that he had run a letter across town, and finally he'd helped someone repair their door. (Fixing doors was something he'd gotten good at growing up, since his dad always made him help out.) That guy had wanted to skimp out and just give him a single gold coin, even though the parchment had promised at least three. Owyn had started getting pissed because he still had his damned headache and this was taking way too long and he just wasn't in the mood for this shit.

The guy had freaked and coughed up a full five.

Fine by Owyn's count. He took his gold and went to market, spending another solid hour haggling over prices until he finally had a ratty old backpack that at least got the job done, some food and drink, one change of clothes, and a healing potion. The potion had cost him half of his current stash and the rest had gone to everything else...so he was broke again. But he drank the potion and ate some of the bread and beef he'd bought, downing it with some water, so at least there was that. He was starting to feel better by the time he got back to the Village Board, grabbed the parchment promising the big job, and headed off to collect it.

The parchment gave directions to the shop that needed the gems transported. By the time he'd made his way back through the village and found the place he was looking for, it was already getting to be evening.

Owyn stepped into the shop and looked around. It was small, cramped, and dusty. The walls were completely covered in shelves that were jam-packed with books and parchments and scrolls and all sorts of little magical items and trinkets. A handful of candles that were lit with flickering blue flames provided the light of the interior. Whoever had owned the place had covered up the windows, apparently adverse to natural sunlight. As Owyn slowly approached the counter, a man in a big, billowing robe suddenly appeared from the back of the shop. He was carrying an armload of big, ancient looking scrolls.

“Hold on, hold on,” he said, muttering, his voice low. “Just give me a moment...”

He set the scrolls down on the front counter with a heavy sigh. He had a large nose, a retreating hairline, and big glasses. Studying Owyn, he pushed the glasses up higher on his nose, then sniffed and rubbed at it.

Glasses were pretty rare.

“Help you?” he asked.

Owyn set down the parchment on what little space remained of the front counter. The man reached out, took it. and brought it close to his face. He studied it for a moment, then looked up at Owyn with something like amusement.

“So you want to go wandering into the Emerald Wild?” he asked. “You got a death wish?”

“No, not particularly. Look, I just need coin, okay? This is supposed to pay fifty coin right?” he asked.

“Yeah...half now, half when you get there, I'm afraid. Normally it's a twenty five coin paying job but the guy I normally had do this apparently got himself slain by a Minotaur...or was it a werewolf? I can't remember. All I know is that the last guy is gone and no one else wants to do the job. Normally the wizards at the outpost would just pay you when you showed up but now I've had to throw in the extra twenty five as an added incentive. So, if you really want the job and you can think you can get it done, it's yours.”

“I can get it done,” Owyn replied.

“Good enough for me, I suppose. Don't even know what the wizards want with the damned things, but who cares?” The man crouched down, disappearing behind the counter for a moment, and came back up with a sack that glowed a variety of different colors. He passed it to Owyn. “I'd be careful with them if I were you, not sure exactly what it's all for.”

“Don't you run this shop? You'd think magic would be your specialty,” Owyn replied as he placed the sack carefully at the bottom of his backpack, then placed his clothes and other supplies atop it to keep it from moving.

The man shrugged. “Inherited it from my uncle, I'm afraid. He died and passed it onto me. Not really a magic kind of guy but, hey, job's a job. Plus there's a bedroom upstairs. Free room and board and all that. Now, I've got to close up shop for the night so, if you'd be so kind...” He gestured towards the front door.

“It's not even sundown yet,” Owyn replied.

The man shrugged. “Not exactly a town all that into magic, is it? Now shoo, I want to go upstairs, soak my feet, and read a good romance novel.”

Owyn sighed, accepted the half payment of twenty five coins from the man, then made his way out the door. As soon as his ass cleared it, the man slammed the door shut and locked it behind him. For a moment, Owyn stood there, collecting his thoughts.

Then set off to complete his task.

…

Owyn made his way back into the Emerald Wild.

Despite being robbed in it, he was actually really liking the forest. It had a nice ambiance going on and he got the feeling that it wasn't necessarily as dangerous as everyone thought it was. Of course, there was a good chance that he had just been sticking to the safer parts of the forest. Although now that he had encountered Clover he was beginning to wonder if maybe he hadn't gotten some kind of...blessing? Was that the right word?

Some kind of blessing from mating with her. Dryads were of the forest and if you had the blessing of one then maybe creatures of the forest wouldn't mess with you. Owyn glanced up, past the thick canopy of leaves and branches overhead, to the sky beyond. It was set to rain again, he was sure of it. Dark clouds were rolling in and, sure enough, distantly, he heard a boom of thunder. It was also getting late.

The guy who ran the shop had also given him a map and even as he'd studied it and set off, Owyn wasn't very sure that he could make it in time. He’d let himself believe that if he left right then and there, and kept up a brisk pace, and nothing went wrong, then he would probably make it. But now that rain was near, bringing on the night even faster...well, that didn't seem like a real possibility. In fact, now he was kicking himself because in his haste to leave the village, he hadn't even managed to buy a bedroll or anything resembling a tent.

Not that he could have afforded both.

Now, here he was, alone in the woods almost at night, with rain coming on, and nowhere to bed down for the night. He could keep going even after the sun set, but that was dangerous, even if he was blessed or lucky or whatever.

So what to do?

Owyn stopped and looked around slowly, while there was still light to see by. Maybe he could find some big, hollowed out tree or a cave or...he paused, squinting, staring hard. Was that...yes, it was. A building of some kind, what might have been a cabin. Well, he supposed it was as good a place as any to stay the night. It wasn't that late and if they made any real fuss over it, he'd offer them some coin for their troubles.

As he began to set off towards it, as it was a short walk further on down the path and to the right, he stopped abruptly and looked around. Something made him feel like he was being watched. This time, it had nothing to do with magic and everything to do with good old fashioned instinct. He scanned the nearest trees but the shadows were already growing deep. If something was watching or following or possibly even hunting him then, well, all the more reason to get inside the cabin. Owyn turned and started walking.

He picked up the pace as rain started to fall. It pattered gently across the landscape, turning everything into a soft, whispering murmur of soothing white noise. He felt better as this happened. Owyn had always liked the rain. He made it up the path to where the cabin was and walked off of it, onto a small path of broken cobblestone. Weeds grew up in between the poorly placed stones. Not exactly a good sign.

Owyn studied the cabin as he approached it. There were no candles lit, no light of any kind coming from the windows. Okay...maybe it was a vacation cabin? A family retreat? There were enough of those. And maybe he could just break into the basement and sleep somewhere warm and dry for the night. It wasn't like he was going to steal anything. However, as he drew closer, he saw that two of the windows along the front of the heavily weathered wooden structure were broken out and leaves had piled up in the front yard, which was gated by an old, broken iron fence. It became obvious that no one had been here in awhile.

Well, that was fine too. Better even. Because if he searched the place and came up with some spare supplies, then...it wasn't really stealing now was it? More like salvaging. And salvaging was fine, because the place was abandoned. Either way, it was still a place to get in out of the night and the weather and hopefully sleep. Owyn made a slow circle of the property, trying to make sure he wasn't walking into some kind of trap.

But there was nothing in the backyard and as he came back around to the front of the small property, he decided that there really was no one inside. However, as he approached the cabin, again Owyn had the feeling of being watched. He stood in the doorway, out of the chilled rain, and studied the area once more. It was darker than ever now, the sun close to being completely invisible and hidden behind the thick cloud cover.

What was out there?

He couldn't see anything, but he'd heard something, a sound like something large shifting. But as he scanned his surroundings, he heard nothing save for the soft patter of the rainfall. Owyn lingered a moment longer, then turned his attention to the door. It was clearly an old door, beaten down by weather and time. How long had the cabin been abandoned? Why was it abandoned? He found himself thinking of Liz as he pushed the door open. She would be asking these questions, so interested in the lost history of this small structure.

The door opened easily enough, admitting him access to a living room area. He took it all in at a glance. It was pretty much empty. Nothing on the walls, some pieces of wood, all of it from broken furniture, scattered across the floor. There was a long dead, blackened fireplace against the right wall, completely empty. The only way out of the room was a small hallway to the left. Owyn moved into it and slowly sorted through the remaining three rooms. Two of them were bedrooms, one of them completely empty.

The other had a pair of old blankets stuffed away into one corner. Owyn cautiously grabbed them and shook them out. He expected there to be something wrong with the blankets, some kind of smell or stain, but when he inspected them he found them to be fairly serviceable. A bit old, torn, and tattered, but basically functional. Gathering it all up under one arm, he stepped back out into the corridor and moved to the final room, where another three doors waited for him. The first led outside, the second led to a storeroom that had been emptied out.

The third led to a basement.

It was basically pitch black down there.

Owyn hesitated. Lightning struck. Everything was thrown into sharp white contrast. The brief light showed him a descending stairwell and a dirty stonework floor. Nothing else. He sighed and began focusing, slowly raising his hand. He extended his hand, focusing harder and harder. When he opened his eyes, a soft green glow permeated from the tip of his finger. He smiled. Basically everyone could do magic, if they were started on the right path. During their travels, Krystal had shown him the basics and a few simple spells.

One of them he'd really been practicing was a basic light spell. He was getting good at it. Owyn concentrated a bit harder, breathing slow and steady and deep, and the light grew a little bit more powerful. Keep his hand raised, one finger extended, he made his way down the stairs, figuring that this was where he was going to spend the night. He made a slow check of the area, lighting the way with his glowing green finger.

Like the rest of the cabin, there just wasn't much down there. Remnants, debris, and leftovers of whoever had lived here before. The only two things of any real interest were a large pile of dry hay that looked like it would make a nice bed and an old box buried among the hay. He shrugged out of his pack, sat down and sorted through the box. There wasn't much there. Just some old blank parchment, a few useless odds and ends, a completely rusted over dagger, and a candle. Perfect. He lit the candle with the edge of his finger.

A calming, flickering yellow light came into the room. Owyn stood up and popped his back, preparing to lay down. He was actually pretty tired. He moved across the room to where the only other exit was: a cellar door that led out back. He found it unlocked and, after a bit of searching, found a bar and slipped it through the handles. The doors looked old and brittle, but at least they would give warning if someone was trying to get in. As he made his way back over to the stairwell, to secure that door, he paused.

He'd definitely heard something upstairs.

The rain fell harder now.

Owyn moved back to where he'd left his things, grabbed and unsheathed his sword, and made his way cautiously upstairs, sword in one hand, candle in the other. He came up into the kitchen and saw nothing. He quickly checked the storeroom and the two bedrooms, finding them all empty. The living room was empty as well.

The front door was open.

Owyn began to think that maybe it had just blown open in the storm and that's what he had heard, but as he came to stand in front of it he froze. A moment of pure terror hit him as he saw a dark figure standing just beyond the door way. The wind gusted up and spit the flame of his candle out, bathing him in a dimness. The shape suggested a woman, a tall woman, except there was something somehow wrong with her.

Lightning sparked the skies.

The woman had green scaly skin. A beryl? Only she had hair. And there was something about her legs...

“Who are you?” Owyn asked, taking a step back, keeping the sword raised.

“My name is Sally...are you...Owyn?” she asked cautiously.

Owyn considered it, still feeling like something was very off about all this. He could only just see her outline. “Yes,” he said.

She lingered for a moment in the doorway. Neither one of them spoke. The rain continued to fall. Finally, Owyn sighed and lowered his sword. “You might as well come inside, you must be getting soaking wet and cold by now,” he said.

“Thank you,” she said quietly, having to duck to enter the house. He took a further step back. There was something wrong with the way she was moving. She didn't walk, she...he didn't know what she was doing.

He reignited the candle with a spark from his finger.

“Oh!” he said, taking another step back as he finally got a good look at this woman that called herself Sally.

“I'm sorry to startle you,” she said. Owyn raised his sword again. “Oh dear,” Sally murmured, staring at it. “I, uh, I'm a friend of Clover's! You remember Clover, right?”

“Yes...” Owyn replied cautiously.

He studied Sally as all the oddities he'd noticed about her in the half-light were explained. She was a serpentine. A snake woman. In the same way that a mermaid was woman on top and fish, complete with scales and fin, on bottom, a snake woman was relatively human looking on top, but below her waist was all snake. This particular serpentine was big. He imagined she was ten or twelve feet from head to tail, though most of her tail was spread out behind her, so that, upright, she was about half a foot or so taller than he was. She had green, scaly skin, less like a lizard's and more like a snake's. She also had midnight black, shoulder-length hair, brilliant blue eyes with slits for pupils and an actually quite attractive face.

She wore simple strips of cloth over her breasts, which looked quite considerable, and over her crotch. Where her hips would normally be had she legs, there was a shapely bulge that quite resembled the curve of hips.

Owyn found himself thinking about sleeping with her.

But that was crazy, right?

He tried to recall what he knew about serpentines but it was next to nothing. There were so many creatures and monsters and things in the world that he couldn’t remember them all. He knew they were supposed to be dangerous, but, then again, weren't there tales of vampires being dangerous? Of mermaids and dryads and necromancers being dangerous? While some of them surely were, that didn't mean they all were.

“Okay, uh, Sally,” he said, lowering his sword once more and trying to make himself relax. “What do you want?”

She seemed nervous and hesitant. He noticed her tail swaying slightly. She rubbed her arms together while chewing on her lower lip. “I'm a friend of Clover's,” she began. “We talk a lot and she...well, she told me about you. About what...you two did together. You...I'm sorry if I'm being too forthcoming but you, uh, you mated with Clover, right? And with Katy?”

“Yes,” Owyn replied. “I did.”

“Oh good. Um, well, I asked Clover to give me your scent, so I could track you through the forest, to find you...”

“You can do that?”

“Yes. It's a bit of magic bending.”

“Why did you want to find me?” Owyn asked, though he was beginning to suspect that he had an idea.

“Well, uh, I was hoping that you might be interested in...mating with me? It'd just have to be once and if you really don't like it we don't have to do it again...”

Owyn considered it for a long moment. He didn't want to make her wait or nervous, but he really had to think about it. Again he was thinking back to his sexual appetites. His worry was that they were getting strange, that if he kept on this path he might go off the deep end and not even be able to get it up unless someone truly out there and strange was involved. But was that a real worry or was he just being paranoid?

And hey, even if it was a real worry...did he care? All the women he'd met so far had been so...open and honest. They seemed to do away with all the social niceties and the 'rules' of dating and sex. They either wanted to sleep with him or they didn't, and they didn't mind telling him to his face either way. None of this 'what will my parents think?' or 'well it's not right to have premarital sex' or any of the other myriad of arcane or otherwise social reasons civilization had dreamed up to keep people from having easy, casual sex with each other...and for what? Why? Because sex shamed some people? It shouldn't, it was great.

But that was a deeper problem. What about the surface problem? Was he sexually attracted to Sally?

At least that one had an easy answer.

A resounding yes.

There was something darkly attractive about her, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Owyn was as afraid of snakes as the next person he supposed, but there was something downright hot about the idea of sleeping with a snake woman. And, on top of that, Sally was just plain beautiful. He was decided.

“I'd like to mate with you,” he said.

Sally let out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness,” she said. “I was worried there for a second. Thank you,” she said.

“Not a problem. There's a bunch of hay and some blankets downstairs that would serve as good place for, ah...activities,” he said.

“Okay, except...” Sally frowned, staring towards the door. “I think I might be a bit too big to get through there. Is there any other way down?”

“Yes, there is. Head back outside and around to the back of the house, where there are two doors in the ground. I'll open them for you from the inside.”

Sally smiled and, as if she couldn't wait or might be worried that in their time apart Owyn might suddenly vanish, she leaned down and in, gently took his hands in her long, slender green fingers and kissed him, pressing her lips firmly against his own. He kissed her back. She pulled back, smiled, let out a little laugh of delight, then turned and left.

Owyn watched her go, lingering for a moment, intoxicated by the fact that he was about to have another unique, hopefully wonderful sexual encounter, then turned and hurried back through the house, down the stairs and across the basement. He pulled the bar out and opened up the door. Sally waited for him, smiling down at him from the rainy darkness. He stepped back and she carefully maneuvered her way into the basement.

Owyn realized that he liked watching her move. There was an inhuman grace to her, a lithe dexterity that was beautiful to watch. He closed and locked the door again, then lit the candle once more and set it down on the crate he'd found earlier.

“So, uh...how do you want to do this?” Sally asked. “I admit I've only ever mated with my own kind. And Clover said to mention that, uh, foreplay is kind of a foreign concept to my kind. We do have sex solely for pleasure, but it's usually pretty quick, not much build up. She also told me I should really ask you to, you know, do foreplay on me but, um, I mean, if you don't want to you don't have to, we can just get to it...”

“How about we take off our clothes and lay down and see what happens?” Owyn replied. “And yes, I am able and willing to show you what foreplay feels like. I hope that you'll enjoy it. The others have so far,” Owyn replied.

She smiled and nodded.

Owyn began getting undressed. Armor, he realized at once, was something else he was missing. Hopefully it wouldn't be too expensive. Thoughts of his armor left his mind, or, rather, were forcefully ejected, as Sally reached up and took off the cloth that covered her chest. As it fell away, her large breasts were freed, bouncing nicely. Owyn couldn't help but stare. He was kind of surprised that the fact that they were green-scaled and on a snake woman didn't turn him off, but he supposed it was a simple as: boobs were boobs.

They rarely looked bad.

She smiled at his attention. “Do you like them?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Owyn replied. “I love them.”

She smiled and made them bounce, which only made Owyn stare even more. Then she reached down and pulled away the other cloth that covered her crotch. She had a slightly recessed vagina, just like Katy had, in between what vaguely resembled two broad, shapely hips. Sally slithered over to the hay and laid down on the blankets he'd laid out.

“You coming?” she asked, stretching out.

“Oh...yeah...definitely,” Owyn replied, still surprised at how stupid he felt whenever he saw a beautiful, naked woman.

He quickly finished getting out of his clothes and crawled onto the blankets with Sally, lying next to her, up against her top half. For a moment, the two of them simply laid there and stared at each other in the soft, flickering glow of the candlelight. She had high cheekbones and a smoothly angled face. She also had a cute little nose and slightly-too-big eyes. It was almost disturbing how close she was to human...and yet there were little things that were just off enough to make it obvious that she wasn't in any way human.

Owyn realized he was going to have to start this off, so he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, softly, gently. They started making out, kissing each other with a slow, building passion. He reached out and laid a hand on her huge, smooth, scaly breast. He began groping it, massaging it gently, enjoying the feel of it, the give it had but also the firmness. She ran her hands along his body as well as they kissed, exploring, her touch careful, almost cautious. She had arms that were just a bit too long for normal human proportions.

She continued touching him, moving lower, until she found his dick. She touched it with one hand, gently massaging it for a moment, then let go of it and began to run her fingers across his legs, apparently fascinated by them. He supposed it made sense, seeing as she hadn't been with anyone with legs. Owyn decided to try and take the making out to the next level. He parted her lips and slipped his tongue in. She seemed surprised by this and he immediately understood why. He felt her own tongue flick against his and he pulled back slightly.

She had a snake tongue.

“Sorry,” he said.

“No, it's okay...heh, Clover said you might do that. I just...wasn't ready for it,” she replied.

“It's fine. Actually, it's a good excuse to move onto the next part of our...session,” Owyn replied. He began shifting lower.

“And what would that entail exactly-” She gasped as he reached down and slipped a finger inside of her, pressing up into her sensitive spot. “Oh my-oh that's wonderful-oh wow!” she moaned as he began fingering her.

Inside, she felt a lot like how Liz felt, though she was even smoother and slicker, and she was wetter than Liz had been. As he continued fingering her, Owyn found his head to be positioned perfectly by her breasts. He let his tongue snake out and slide across her nipple, causing her to moan again, louder, the sound carrying very pleasantly against a backdrop of rain and thunder. He licked across her nipple and a large part of her breast for several moments while his finger slipped in and out of her over and over again.

Then he started sucking on her breast as he pulled his finger out and found her clit, then began to rub it in gentle circles. Sally let out a low, long moan of pleasure, gasping occasionally as Owyn hit a particularly sensitive spot. He began to increase the speed and pressure, building her pleasure, trying to get an orgasm out of her, reveling in her enjoyment. He switched to her other bountiful breast, giving it similar treatment, licking and then sucking on her nipple. Sally kept moaning, mostly an incoherent string of half-phrases.

She was lost in her own sexual bliss.

Owyn continued for several more minutes, his wrist and finger beginning to get sore. Right as he was about to take a small break, something gave inside of her and then she was having an orgasm. Her snake tail twitched and twisted, violently slapping the floor a few times as she began to really cry out, yelling in desperate pleasure as she came. A hot spray of juices washed across Owyn's hand and wrist. He watched her face twist and contort in bliss as the orgasm moved through her, no doubt washing over her entire body.

It seemed to go on for quite awhile before she finally subsided. She lay there on the blanket and hay, panting, chest heaving, breasts swaying. Finally, she propped herself and looked at him, fixing him with her intense slit pupils.

“Clover was not exaggerating,” she said, a bit of a crazed and goofy grin on her face, her black hair a mess, hay clinging to her. “That was incredible. Okay...um...Clover told me about how I can give you some foreplay, would you like that?” she asked.

“Yeah, that'd be nice,” Owyn replied.

“Okay. Here, let's switch positions.”

Sally got up and Owyn laid down on his back, opening his legs for her as she got into position, lying on her stomach. She seemed to study his dick for a moment before opening her mouth and taking the whole thing in. He groaned as she started sucking and bobbing her head. Either she was a natural or Clover had given her some pro tips and maybe even gave her something to practice on...that thought sparked others of the two women kissing each other, pleasuring each other, which only got him hotter and harder.

Sally bobbed her head rapidly, getting her hand involved, making a fist around his dick and working it. Pleasure sizzled through him, radiating out from his core. He put his hand on the back of her head and started slowly thrusting up into her mouth, which she didn't seem to mind. Occasionally he felt her thin, tiny snake tongue whisper across his cock. Not entirely an unpleasant sensation. Sally kept this up for another couple of minutes, then took his dick out of her mouth and glanced up at him, looking even more beautiful in the candlelight.

“Are you ready to make love?” she asked, blowing an errant strand of hair off of her face.

“Yes, definitely.”

“Okay, how, um, do you want to do this?” she asked.

“You lie down on your back, I'll get on top and fuck you,” Owyn replied. Just like he'd done with Katy in his tent.

Sally nodded and moved to comply. They switched positions once more, her lying on her back, staring up at him, smiling. He got on top of her, balancing on his knees, straddling her, and aimed his cock down into her pussy. He put the head of it up against her glistening, wet opening and felt her tense up in anticipation.

Slowly, he began working his dick inside of her. She let out a little gasp as he did this. He pushed forward and pulled back with his hips, causing her to moan as he worked his way into her inch by inch. He continued doing this until he was all the way inside. Owyn began getting a good rhythm going, burying his cock deep inside of her over and over again. It definitely felt like Liz inside, though wetter. It was an incredible feeling. He felt a groan torn from his throat, sexual bliss rising through him from her tight, wet serpentine pussy.

He saw her breasts swaying and bouncing in time with his thrusting. The effect was hypnotic. He stared at them for a long moment until he glanced up and saw Sally's face. She was chewing on her lower lip, her eyes squeezed shut, hands at her sides, clenched into fists. She was moaning, crying out as he made love to her.

“Oh, Owyn!” she cried. “Owyn it feels so good!” she moaned.

“Yes, Sally...you're incredible,” he gasped. “Sally, this is amazing,” he moaned.

He wanted to lean forward, rest his head on her stunning breasts while he fucked her, but first he wanted to give her another orgasm. Reaching down between them, he found her clit again and began to stimulate her. She let out an unexpected cry of pleasure as he did this and he could almost immediately feel her get even hotter and wetter inside. She began to moan his name loudly as he kept up the pressure and the pleasure.

All at once she began to climax once more. The feeling, as it almost always was, was amazing. The whole of her pussy began to get immediately wetter and hotter. He could feel her muscles working, tensing and squeezing and releasing, spasming as she came. A hot spray of juices escaped her and sprayed his hips and thighs.

Owyn laid down on top of her, resting his head on her huge breasts. He began sucking on one of them as he kept thrusting into her, causing her to yell in pleasure. He could feel his own climax building, welling within him. He kept going, keeping it up for another few minutes before his orgasm began to explode out of him.

He cried out, holding onto Sally tightly as he began to come inside of her. She started rubbing his back, holding him as well as he came. He could feel his dick spurting and kicking and twitching, held in the tight, hot, wet cocoon of her pussy as it shot thick loads of his seed deep inside of her. He groaned, lost entirely in his orgasm as it ran its course, his head buried in between her huge, firm breasts.

Finally, he finished. The orgasm had taken a lot out of him. He feebly pulled out and rolled off of her, landing with a soft grunt on the blankets. The pair of them laid there together for a long moment, neither speaking, just getting their breaths back.

“So,” Owyn said finally, “was that what you were hoping for?” he asked.

“Yes. Definitely. More than,” Sally replied. She yawned suddenly. “Would you mind if I slept here? I don't really feel like moving, if I'm being totally honest.”

Owyn laughed. “Yes, of course, definitely.”

They shifted around once more and Owyn pulled the second blanket over them both. He listened to the rain as he laid up against her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to him. She seemed content to let him do this.

He smiled, tiredly.

He was happy with his decision.

CHAPTER IV

Owyn was nervous.

It was the end of a long, but prosperous, day. It had been three days since the stint with Sally, the beautiful serpentine woman. She'd had to go in the morning, said she needed to be somewhere, something to do with her family. She'd been slightly evasive about it but they'd made love once more on the hay, as a sort of a goodbye to each other, and that had been great. He'd delivered the bag of gems to the wizards in the forest, gotten his payment, and gone back to the village, where he'd made a few more purchases and picked up another job.

That led him on a small string of little jobs, usually delivery of some kind, which had slowly helped him replenish at least the basics of what had been lost. Though it was going to be a little while, (unless he got really lucky), before he bought back that magical backpack. But he wasn't particularly worried.

What had him worried was, at the start of this day, he'd come into a new village and gone to the village board looking for work. There, he'd found a job that seemed well-suited. The local lord had learned the location of an old family heirloom thought lost to the ages. It was a gold amulet that, according to an old journal he'd recently discovered and read, had ended up in an abandoned fort about a mile from the village. The fort was said to be infested with giant spiders and he didn't want to risk any of his own people getting it back.

He was willing to pay five hundred gold for its return.

The only thing was, as Owyn was reading this, someone else showed up. An extremely attractive woman who looked the part of a traveling adventurer. She had a sword on her hip, a shield on her back, and, he imagined, she would have had a good tan if not for the fact that her skin was naturally a beautiful shade of mocha. She had bright green eyes, long black hair pulled into a ponytail, and an easy, open smile.

They each had recognized the other for what they were: wandering adventurers. Owyn had decided that maybe it was fate, telling him he needed to answer a certain question for himself, a question he didn't quite want answered but one that he knew would nag him until he did have it answered. Because something felt...different, after Sally. And he didn't know if it was truly different, or, even if it was, if it was good or bad.

So he'd shown this beautiful woman the notice, printed in excellent handwriting on expensive, magically waterproofed parchment, and offered to split the gold with her. She introduced herself as Izzy. She was born on one of the Southern Isles, what she called Tomontica, and she'd moved here on her own about a year ago because she'd gotten tired of traveling across her own land and wanted to experience something new.

She was seven years older than Owyn and said she wanted to explore every continent on the face of the planet.

Owyn was impressed, intimidated and attracted to her.

So they'd gone to see the king together, been officially given the job and had set out to investigate the abandoned fort. He'd chatted with her the whole way there, making their way across the rolling green hills, away from the Emerald Wild, in the sunshine. She had a lot of interesting stories to tell and he loved her personality. She was bright and amicable and just generally...nice. They'd gone to the fort and spent most of the day clearing it out, indeed finding an infestation of spiders. Izzy also turned out to be as good with a sword as she was nice. She cut, hacked, and cleaved her way through the infestation with amazing skill.

After several exhaustive hours, they'd finally cleared out the infestation, picked up a handful of shiny gems among the ruins and the corpses of adventurers who had come before them and failed, as well as a decent sackful of gold, and the amulet itself. They'd continued getting to know each other as they walked back to the city, and Owyn found himself more and more interested in Izzy, though also more nervous.

They'd gotten to the castle and turned in the amulet to the lord, who made them wait around while he had one of his royal flunkies check it over and make sure it was authentic, though Owyn wasn't quite sure how he could determine that. But, in the end, he had, and the lord had summoned up another flunky who paid them each a sack of two hundred and fifty gold. Not a small haul. Then, as they'd left the castle, Izzy had casually asked him if he wanted to share a room at the local inn with her for the night.

He'd said yes.

From there, they'd gone to market and spent another two hours haggling with a dozen different vendors, cashing in their various finds, pausing once halfway through to eat dinner. And now the sun was setting and they were going to the inn to turn in for the night. Although nothing had been outright confirmed, Owyn was pretty sure they were going to have sex. She gave every indication of being into him and 'share a room with me for the night' was pretty much adventurer code for 'have sex with me tonight'.

That's why he was nervous.

After he'd had that thought several days ago about the path he might be going down, the one where he might only ever be interested in inhuman women, he couldn't get the notion out of his head. He had to know. The closest way he had of knowing was by sleeping with a human woman, and Izzy really fit the bill. She was talented, smart, very brave, and extremely beautiful. Exactly the kind of woman he practically fell in love with each and every time he encountered one. Izzy was all of these wonderful things...

And he felt off already.

Was that just his worries, or was it the fact that he just wasn't as into human women anymore?

They came into the inn. Owyn looked around. The place seemed pretty quiet but at least fairly upscale. He and Izzy crossed the room, moving past the dining area, to the bar, which, as with most other inns, served as a kind of front desk. A tall, middle-aged blonde woman was behind the bar, talking with one of the customers. She gave her attention to Owyn and Izzy as they approached, offering them a smile.

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

“Room for the night,” Izzy replied.

“Two rooms or one?” the woman asked.

Izzy grinned. “Just one.”

“Oh, I see. I'm going to assume you'd like a room with a tub in it?”

“That'd be fantastic.”

“All right, that'll be twenty five gold for the night.”

Owyn had already said he'd cover the room and Izzy hadn't seemed to want to argue it, so he paid, they got their room keys and the two made their way back through the room, towards a stairwell at the back. The pair descended in silence, coming to a hall with six doors. They found their room, opened it up and locked it behind them. Owyn tried to make himself relax. Regardless of how he felt towards human women, if he didn't stop working himself up and getting so anxious and nervous, he wasn't going to be able to perform.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, studying the room. It was a nice place, lit by candles. There was a comfortable looking queen size bed in one corner, topped by vivid blue blankets, a sunken tub full of steaming, crystal clear water in the opposite corner, and the usual collection of furniture taking up the rest of the room.

Izzy shrugged out of her pack, popped her neck and back, and then began stripping. “You want to start in the tub?” she asked. “I'm sure we both smell bad and I always liked fooling around in a tub,” she added.

“Sure,” Owyn replied.

He dropped his pack and started getting out of his armor. He watched her get naked. As her clothes came off, he came to realize how in shape she really was. Izzy was definitely a warrior, though she had a smaller frame, built more for speed than strength. Her muscles were smoothly defined, her body built like a dancer's. They moved beneath her mocha skin with a clear, dexterous grace. She had high, medium sized breasts and dark nipples, thick athletic thighs and a very well-defined ass. A bush of dark hair was collected above her vagina. Owyn was a little surprised at that. Although it was a lot more common for women in the villages to have pubic hair, in his experience, the adventuring types all kept to keeping their vaginas basically bald through a modified flame spell that easily singed all the hair off while leaving the flesh untouched.

Not that he really minded. He didn't like doing anything with his pubic hair really, so he didn't think it'd be fair to try and make any of his partners do anything with theirs that they didn't want to. He realized he was getting distracted again and quickly finished stripping. Staring at Izzy's thick, smooth, well-formed ass and her muscles moving as she walked across the room to the tub, he got his undershorts off.

Naked now, he hurried across the room and slipped into the tub after her. Both of them let out long, contented sighs. Whatever the situation, this was an incredible relief after a hard day of harder adventuring. For a moment, the pair of them simply laid there after dunking their heads underwater. They rested the back of their heads against the foamed ring that ran along the rim of the tub. Then Izzy shifted, sat up, and grabbed some soap and a cloth. She dunked them both in the water, then began to lather the soap up in the cloth.

She crossed to Owyn and began rubbing him down. “So, Owyn Fisher, tell me, have there been any other ladies in your life recently?” she asked.

“I...uh...well, some,” he replied cautiously.

She laughed. “It's okay, you can tell me. If you don't want to talk about it, I'll respect that, but I believe I'm owed at least that much. I am letting you inside of me,” she said.

“Okay, that's fair, I guess. I slept with a couple of elf women...and a beryl,” he replied, deciding that was as far as he wanted to say. She might be open-minded, (their conversations had led him to believe this so far), but even an open-minded person would probably balk at the idea of sex with a dryad or serpentine, no matter how hot it might have been.

“Really? Very interesting...I've slept with a beryl man once, and two felis men in a threesome. That was quite an experience,” she replied, continuing to run her hands across his body, cleaning him slowly beneath the water.

“So, you're into that?” he asked.

“Into what, threesomes?”

“No, I mean, non-humans.”

“Oh! Yeah, from time to time. Mostly I stick with humans but it's nice to, you know, branch out every now and then.” She stopped cleaning him suddenly. “There, I think you're clean...will you do me now?” she asked, handing him the cloth and soap.

“Definitely,” he replied, accepting them and setting to work.

He tried to clean and massage her at the same time, which she seemed to enjoy greatly. Although Owyn might be confused about what exactly he was planning on getting out of this sexual encounter, he was still absolutely sure that he wanted Izzy to have a good time. He wasn't confused about caring about his partner's sexual pleasure. He started to get hard as he ran his hands across her body, lingering on her firm breasts, her thick thighs, round hips and great ass. Soon, he set aside the cloth and soap and pressed up against her back.

Owyn started kissing Izzy on her neck, while reaching down and getting a finger in between her legs. She let out a small moan of pleasure and opened them for him willingly enough. He found her pussy and slipped a finger in between its lips, finding the small, sensitive nub of her clit and slowly beginning to work it.

Immediately, a longer, lower groan escaped her.

“Right there...” she whispered. “Exactly what I needed...”

He continued, slowly but surely building the pressure and speed with which he stimulated her. He also continued to kiss her neck, which she seemed to particularly enjoy. Before long, he switched positions, sitting down and sort of resting her on his lap sideways, so that he had much easier access to her pussy. With his other arm, he held her up and she rested her head on the padded rim while he slipped a finger inside of her, causing her to cry out as he pressed up into her most sensitive spot repeatedly.

“Oh Owyn!” she cried.

He kept going, switching back and forth between her clit and her insides, then stopped. She snapped her eyes open and looked at him.

“Why did you stop?” she gasped.

“I wanted to use my tongue,” he replied.

“Oh...” she said, sounding pleasantly surprised. “That would be very nice.”

He helped her up, out of the tub, so that she sat on its edge. He moved into position then, in between her thick, wonderful thighs. Izzy spread her legs wide for him and he leaned in, spreading the lips of her pussy and touching the tip of his tongue to her clit. She gasped and let out another slow moan, beginning to run her fingers through his wet hair. She cried out as he touched his tongue to her clit and started licking it over and over again. Izzy began to moan his name, massaging his scalp as he ate her pussy out.

He kept going, licking and licking, until she came in a hot, wet spray of feminine juices. She screamed in surprised pleasure and he fell back a bit, watching her body twist and contort pleasantly as the orgasm washed through her, her breasts bouncing nicely. When she was finished, she let out a long, happy sigh and slipped bonelessly back into the water.

“That was...incredible,” she said. “Very, very nice. Thank you,” she said. “Now, how about I return the favor?” she asked.

“I'd love that, but we should move to the bed. I'm getting really hot, kind of feel like I might pass out if I don't get out of this water,” Owyn replied.

She laughed and agreed. They finished washing up, then got out, quickly dried off and hurried over to the bed.

They climbed beneath the blankets together and started making out again. Izzy pressed her warm, tight, well-maintained body against his as she got on top of him, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He ran his hands over her body, loving the feel of her smooth, warm skin. She pulled away slightly and began sliding down, kissing down the length of him as she went, until she was hidden completely beneath the blankets.

He could feel her breath against his cock, hot and almost panting.

He began to pull the blankets back, to get a look at her. “Ah-ah!” he heard her say. “It's better when you can't see,” she explained.

Owyn made himself relax and then felt a groan being drawn out of him as he felt her tongue slide across the head of his dick. He gasped as she gripped it and started licking it up the bottom, focusing on the most sensitive part, licking it over and over again. Then she popped it into her mouth and started bobbing her head, sucking him off expertly. She was clearly good at it. He could hear her moaning softly, beneath the blankets.

She kept this up for another moment or two before taking it out of her mouth and reemerging from the blankets.

“Ready for me?” she asked, a little breathless, her face red.

“Yes,” he replied, eagerly, a bit breathless himself.

Izzy grinned as she positioned herself above him, straddling him, balancing on her knees. He felt her grip his cock and guide it smoothly inside of her, slipping it in without a problem, since it was still covered in a thick film of her saliva. He gasped and moaned, grabbing her hips and inadvertently thrusting up into her, causing her to cry out.

She began riding him, sliding perfectly up and down him, enveloping his cock in the tight, hot, wet cocoon of pleasure that was her pussy. He watched her firm, beautiful breasts bouncing as she rode him. Owyn wanted to make sure she had another satisfying orgasm before he did, so he reached down in between them, found her clit and began rubbing it. Izzy caught on immediately to what he was doing and switched from an up and down motion to a back and forth motion, crying out, pleasuring herself on his finger, rubbing her clit against it repeatedly and rapidly until, all at once, something inside of her gave, her muscles twitched and another hot wave of sex juices escaped her, spraying her inner thighs and his hips and stomach.

She cried out, leaning forward, holding herself up by lying her hands flat against his chest. She started bouncing again as her orgasm tapered off, riding him, encouraging him to finished. “Come in me,” she whispered, her voice sweet and sultry. “I want to feel your orgasm in my pussy, I want to feel your pleasure,” she said.

With that kind of encouragement, it didn't take long.

He reached up, grabbed her breasts and started coming, his hips forcibly thrusting up into her, causing her to cry out in the dimness of their room together. Owyn closed his eyes, lost in his orgasm, his dick shooting a load deep within her, filling her with his seed. As he finished climaxing in her, Owyn's hands fell away from her breasts and he lay flat against the bed, naked and sweaty, trying to get his breath back.

She got up off of him and lay down beside him.

“I'm going to head out in the morning,” she said, then yawned. “I want to go further inland. I've spent the past several months exploring the Wild. You're welcome to come with, if you'd like,” she said, shifting closer to him.

He wrapped his arms around. “I'd love to but I'm afraid I'm not quite done with the Wild yet, myself,” he replied.

“Okay. It's been a pleasure,” she said.

Owyn laid there in the dim candlelight, just one left on, in case either of them needed to get up and take a piss. He felt...off. Several uncomfortable thoughts drifted through his mind as he sought sleep. Izzy passed out right away. The first was guilt. He felt bad that he had essentially slept with Izzy as an experiment to see if he could still get it up for a human woman. But was that really a bad thing? As far as Izzy knew, they were just two adventurers having a one night stand. She would suffer literally no ill consequences from the fact that he'd done this as an experiment. If he didn't tell her, she'd never know, and he wasn't going to.

Owyn decided that he was okay about that. She'd gotten off twice and she seemed plenty happy. So what about the other problem? It was obvious that he could still get it up for human ladies, and the sex was still good. Except...well, except there wasn't any...spark. Something was different, and not in a good way. He felt positive that it wasn't Izzy. She was everything he loved in a woman: smart, strong, capable, independent...sexy as fuck with a positive attitude towards sex. Even a month ago he would have given a lot to convince her to sleep with him. So it was no failing on her part...it was clearly a failing in him.

He felt that if he described the situation to someone, they'd probably call him ridiculous. The sex was still good, what was he complaining about? So there wasn't a 'spark'? What was a 'spark' anyway? He didn't know what else to call it, how else to define it, but he knew it was important. He supposed the only way to really complete the experiment was to now go out and have sex with some inhuman woman and see if the spark was there.

Owyn yawned suddenly.

Sleep was taking him.

He closed his eyes, tried not to worry any further and slept.

…

The next morning was pleasant, even if Owyn awoke feeling odd and dislocated from the world around him. He was sure that he'd had nightmares during his slumber, though he couldn't recall what, exactly, but he definitely woke with a sad sense of loss and loneliness. Izzy was still there though, and she seemed to sense that he was feeling off or maybe that he'd had nightmares, so she took him into the bathtub and made love to him. That made him feel guilty again, but he'd made himself stay and have breakfast with her.

As they were parting ways, Owyn finally figured out part of what made him feel so weird about Izzy. He didn't feel like he deserved her. But was that true? Or was he just feeling overly emotional from the nightmares and his worries? He tried to shove these thoughts aside as he went to the market once more to purchase some things. The first thing he bought was his magical backpack. It was a 'smaller' version of the pack he'd had before, and it had enough room for a basic model tent and some more of his supplies.

It also basically cleaned out all the money he'd earned.

But that was life on the go, life as an adventurer.

After making these purchases, he tried to find an interesting job on the board, but the best he could come up with was a courier mission, delivering a fancy engraved ceremonial dagger to the next village over for twenty coin. So, he took the parchment to the local blacksmith, accepted the dagger, and set off on his next journey.

As he walked along the path between the villages, he couldn't get the thoughts and worries out of his head. He supposed the real question he was asking himself was: if it was true, if he was straying away from human women and leaning towards non-humans, then...was that bad? He was already sure it wasn't in any way wrong, but was bad for him or his life? His future? He spent most of the way there thinking about it and the best he could come up with was that he didn't like the idea that he might be forced to only like one kind of woman. Or, more specifically speaking, not being able to like one certain kind of woman.

You couldn't settle down and have kids with a mermaid or dryad...but did he even want kids? Or to settle down for that matter? He supposed he could at least settle down with a beryl or a felis...but would that be for the right reasons? Not necessarily because he loved this theoretical beryl or felis but because they would have to do?

Owyn could see the next village over coming into view. He shook his head angrily. No real conclusion in sight and...why should he have to put up with this? He was eighteen for fucks sake! For now, like he often did, Owyn simply decided to put the thoughts aside and just...live. He would hang out in this village for the next day or two, just doing whatever came to mind, and then he'd probably go out into the forest and try to have sex with...something. Maybe he could go find Katy again. Or Clover. Wouldn't that be nice?

Maybe they'd even have some insights.

Owyn came into the village, which didn't look much different from the last one. There was a trading store, there was an inn. In the distance, on a rise, he saw a small castle. Well, small for a castle. There were houses, too. And, to the right, the omnipresent Emerald Wild, a 'safe' distance away. The people, too, going about their business, living their lives. As Owyn hunted for the blacksmith to make the delivery, there was another thought that struck him. Not a bad one, nor necessarily a good one, more of a strange one.

In the past three months, (had it been three months since he'd left home? He thought about it for a good moment, adding up the days and weeks, and determined that yes, it had been about that long, which was, in and of itself crazy), he'd done and seen more than most of these villagers would in their entire lifetimes...

Well, some of them, anyway.

And there were adventurers out there who had seen plenty more than he had. And he'd just...done it, just gone out into the world and started adventuring. Was it really so easy? To be honest, though, he had dedicated the past two years of his life to swordplay and survival skills and the like, but nothing had actually stopped him from doing this. Was it really this simple to just...do what you wanted? To have an adventure, whatever it might be? Apparently it was. He'd been making it work and he'd been having fun.

There it was!

Owyn spotted the blacksmith and made his way over to it. He stepped inside, marveling at how similar smithies were to each other. They all had that kind of smoky haze that hung over them, the darkened interior. It was the atmosphere, and it wasn't a bad one, but it made every blacksmith seem the same, no matter who was running it or the layout of the building. Owyn summoned up the man who was running the shop from the back and handed him the dagger and the parchment with the order written out on it.

The man seemed relieved and, as he passed over the coin in payment, confided that the son of the local lord had made the order and the 'man', (he really considered him to be more of a boy than a man, though), wasn't known for his patience. Owyn took all this in good stride, extremely glad that he no longer had to live under the whim of a petulant lord. The man who ran his particular village hadn't exactly been bad, per say...more like he had moods that took him randomly. Every now and then he would insist on some bizarre change or new law that made no sense and imposed on lots of people...and then, after a few weeks of endurance, he'd change it back.

He never learned, though.

Owyn took his payment and headed back outside. It was a decent day out, a bit too bright for his liking, but at least it wasn't baking. There was a cool breeze. It was the end of the midyear season, heading into the fall, which was a great time of year. Lots of rain. Unfortunately, winter was after that, and that wasn't a very happy time of year. But, like most things in life, you had to enjoy the happiness while it was there, because it'd probably be gone soon.

He decided that he wasn't hungry enough for lunch yet, so he headed to the local board and began scanning it, hoping for something interesting. After hunting through the regular collection of crap jobs, he hit upon something really interesting. The local guardsmen were offering a bounty on a harpy that had been relentlessly hounding the locals for the past several days. Something made him grab that particular parchment and set off in search of someone who could give him more information on this harpy.

Making his way through the busy village, it didn't take him very long to find one of the men in a suit of drab gray armor sporting the seal and symbol of the local lord. He walked up to the man, who was leaning against a storefront, picking his teeth.

“I'm inquiring about the harpy. My name is Owyn,” he said by way of introducing himself.

“Oh, the harpy. Yeah, funny business that,” the guard replied.

“What's funny about it?”

“Not entirely sure. All I've got is rumor but I heard that it's gone after three guys, all of them hunters who head out into the Wild, and they won't talk about it except to report that it attacked them. They all seem...funny.”

“Can you point me to the most recent one who was attacked?” Owyn asked.

The guard jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “This is his shop, actually.”

“Oh. Thanks.”

“You mean to go after it?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Best of luck.”

Owyn nodded at that and headed into the shop, which sold mainly furs, and found the man in question behind the counter, counting his coin. He looked to be somewhere in his thirties, well-built, head full of blonde hair, though his eyes were a bit harrowed. He glanced up sharply as Owyn entered the store.

“Hello, help you?” he asked, making his coin disappear.

“Yes, actually. I'm here to talk to you about your run-in with the harpy in the Emerald Wild recently. I intend to go after it,” Owyn replied.

The man paled at the mention of that.

“Not much I can tell you,” he said quickly. “She, ah, it attacked me. I managed to get away. Not much else, really.”

Owyn frowned. The man was clearly hiding something, something embarrassing that made him all sorts of nervous. But what? He took a quick look around. There was no one else in the shop. Crossing the room, he closed the front door, then returned to the counter. “Come on, tell me what really happened. I'm going after this thing, I deserve to know.”

The man looked at him for a long moment, several emotions playing across his face. Finally, he heaved a sigh. “Okay,” he said, his voice low. He leaned in, speaking even lower. “It, ah...” He swallowed and looked away. “This is what happened. I was out there, just finished cleaning a kill, skinning it, you know? And she, it, kind of swooped down. And she, the harpy, I mean, well...” he continued hesitated.

“What?” Owyn asked. “Come on, just say it. What happened?”

“She tried to...have sex...with me.”

Owyn stared at him for a moment. “Oh,” he said. “Were you tempted?” he asked.

“What?!”

“I've heard harpies are supposed to be attractive. I've never actually seen one...”

“Well, I mean, she had like a great body and an amazing rack and...” he hesitated, turning crimson, burning with what Owyn figured was shame. “I mean, they're supposed to half elf anyway,” he said quickly.

“They are?” Owyn replied.

“Yeah! I mean, have to be. They look like elves. Got the pointy ears and her face was really pretty...” Again, the pause, not quite meeting his eyes. “Look, I-I gotta open up the shop again, okay? Can you go and...you know, don't mention this to anyone? Cause I'll tell them you're lying, and they'll believe me over you-”

Owyn raised his hands. “Look, I don't care if you slept with a harpy or not-”

“I didn't!” the man snapped.

“Fine. I don't care. Thanks for the info. Your secret is safe with me. Goodbye.”

Owyn turned, walked across the room and stepped outside. So, that was the guy's secret. He wasn't ashamed that the harpy had propositioned him, he was ashamed that he'd been tempted. Which meant she must be really hot to actually tempt a regular guy like him. With a smile on his face, Owyn set off back into the Emerald Wild.

It looked like fate had delivered him a chance to finish up his experiment.

…

Owyn headed back into the Emerald Wild.

He found himself considerably more...focused. And calm, at ease with his life. Part of him knew that this was because he was going to try and get laid by another beautiful monster woman again, but he supposed it was as good a reason as any to be in a good mood. He was actually smiling as he passed the treeline and made his way into the forest. He'd spoken with the other two men who had been 'accosted' by the harpy and they'd both acted pretty much the same way: ashamed. If all three guys were tempted, then this harpy must really be something else.

He was looking forward to meeting her.

He was also curious as to her motivation. Why did she want to sleep with a human male? Sick and tired of her own kind? Looking for a bit of adventure? Something new? Owyn began wondering what he knew about harpies. He did know that they were supposed to be mean, vicious creatures, but...well, so were serpentines and, depending on who you talked to, some people would tell you that beryl and felis were feral monstrosities not to be trusted. Which was obviously a load of crap. So he really didn't know anything about harpies.

Though he did remember now that he'd seen a picture of one once, and she had been quite attractive, and she had had pointed ears. If harpies were supposed to be part elf, part bird...how had that happened? And did that mean it was true of mermaids and serpentine? Part human, part fish? Part human, part snake? Or part elf? He though he remembered Sally having pointy ears...Why or how would that happen? And often enough to make an entire race out of them? He supposed it was possible that something may have happened with magic quite a long time ago. Certainly these creatures had existed for as long as he'd been alive, and his father, and his father's father before him. They’d been around for a long, long time.

Owyn focused on his environment. The men had given him an idea of where they were and it was roughly in the same area. He'd worked out that he had to follow this path for about a quarter mile, then break off to the right, to a smaller, less traveled path. He planned to do just that and kind of...wander around for a bit, see what happened.

As it turned out, he didn't have to wander for very long.

Owyn reached the appropriate place and was considering where to go when he sensed a new presence in the area and spied a shadow cast from overhead. He stopped and looked up. The canopy was fairly thin in this area and he immediately saw the harpy. She was just coming to land on a branch that was big enough to support her. For a long moment, they simply stood there and looked at each other. And, to be honest, that's all Owyn felt like he could do: stare at her. She was...something else entirely. A different class of woman.

She was naked, to start with.

She had a pale grayish skin that seemed to glint in the sunlight. She definitely had wings, big ones that spread off her back, not like he imagined. He thought her arms would be her wings, and they kind of were...she at least had feathers all along her arms. They would have been her most obvious feature save for the fact that her breasts drew the eye more. They were huge. Almost to the point of caricature. They were big and perfect and round, topped with nice, vivid pink nipples. They were the biggest pair of breasts he had ever seen before. Bigger even than Krystal's had been. They practically hypnotized him.

Then his eyes slid down to the rest of her body. Again, it felt like she had an exaggerated body. She had a very slim and tight stomach that gave way to broad hips and thick thighs and, if he had a view of it, he imagined a big ass. Then his eyes slid up to her face, which had avian qualities, but also some elven attributes as well. She had vivid blue eyes and flaming red hair, short and a mess and ridiculously sexy.

He imagined that if he weren't so horny, he would find her overly voluptuous form practically comical, but that wasn't true. Right now, it was quite the opposite. He thought she might be the most sexually attractive woman he'd ever seen. He felt almost intoxicated with lust, the same way he sometimes felt about prostitutes and strippers.

“Hi there,” she said.

Her voice was like honey and sex.

“Uh...hey,” he replied.

“You're different from the usual men that come through this area...you're something else,” she said, almost like she was issuing him a challenge.

“I am,” he agreed. “I know what you seek.”

“Oh...do you?” she replied, a smirk on her face. She spread her wings and leaped off the branch, then began flapping, gently lowering herself until she stood on the ground. He caught sight of her feet: large, two-toed, and birdlike, with a claw on the end of each toe and one at the back of her heel. There were claws on her fingers, too.

Her breasts bounced as she landed.

“I desire mating,” she said bluntly. “You and I, here, now. And don't worry, we're alone. I approached you because I sense no others in the vicinity. Were you to mate with me, I promise your satisfaction would be immense and your secret safe.” Her voice, like her body, was incredibly sultry and seductive and slutty...if you could somehow put that attribute into a voice. It gave Owyn chills. He couldn't help but smile.

“Sounds good to me,” he replied, walking towards her.

“Really?!” she asked, and it seemed to break character. “Uh...I mean, excellent. A most desired outcome,” she said.

Owyn laughed. “You don't have to be someone else around me...what's your name? My name is Owyn,” he replied.

“I'm, uh, Molly,” she replied. “My name is Molly. It's nice to meet you, Owyn. You're really going to take me up on my offer?” she asked.

“Yes. Definitely. I mean...by the Gods, look at you!” he replied.

“It wasn't enough for the past three guys,” she growled. Suddenly, she looked at him with something new in her eyes. A look that said she wanted something. Owyn was already getting undressed, taking off his armor, what more did she want?

“...that look...you want something else?” he asked.

She laughed. “You're perceptive. Yes, I want something else. I don't just want sex. I want, well...I like it rough,” she said. “Know what I mean?”

“Not...exactly. I mean, I like rough sex too sometimes but you're saying that as if it means something else, something other than you want me to fuck you hard.”

“Yeah. I do...want something else, that is...come here,” she said, reaching out.

He grabbed his backpack, which he'd been shoving his armor into, and let her take his hand and guide him out of the area they were standing him. Her skin was smooth and warm. She led him to a small clearing surrounded by a thick treeline. It seemed to be a bit more private and, instead of rocks and dirt on the ground, there were plants, a field of soft, leafy plants, almost like a natural mattress. Owyn set down his pack and began finishing undressing.

“So, what do you what?” he asked.

He took off his undershorts, standing nude before her. She looked him up and down, smiling. “You're very handsome,” she said. Then she seemed to focus. “When I mean rough, I mean...I, well, I want you to slap me...and choke me...make it, you know, rough,” she said.

“Oh...” Owyn replied, finally getting it. He'd heard of sex like that. He wasn't against it, it was just that he'd never tried it before, it had never really come up. Could he really do that to her? Hit her? Choke her? The idea made him nervous, but it also made him darkly excited. He'd never had any real urges of violence against women, but he'd read about the concept of this particular brand of rough sex in a romance novel his mother thought she had hidden well enough. The idea had stuck with him, and he'd always wanted to at least try it.

Now he could, with this incredibly beautiful bird-woman, this overly voluptuous, redheaded harpy that looked like a sex goddess.

“Okay,” he said. “I can do that. You'll tell me, though, if it's...well, too rough?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied, nodding. “But that shouldn't be a problem. I'm tougher than I look.”

Owyn wanted to ask about why she was doing this, why she wanted this, who she really was, but he could tell it was clearly a struggle for her to continue this conversation. She was horny. Insanely so. She wanted to fuck so badly.

He did too.

So, without another word, he walked right up to her, slapped her hard across the face and then shoved her down onto the ground. She cried out as she fell, her wings spreading out flat beneath her as she hit the ground. He got roughly onto her, kissing her passionately, groping her huge breasts, her broad hips, thick thighs and well-padded, huge ass, running his hands aggressively, possessively across her. She responded positively to all of this, practically shoving her tongue down his throat, breathing heavily. They continued like this, rough and passionate, for another moment longer before Owyn decided to take it to the next level. He insinuated himself alongside her, pressing his body against hers, then began sucking on one of her huge pale gray breasts while reaching down in between her thick thighs, his fingers searching.

She spread her legs for him, moaning as his finger found her clit and began to stimulate it rapidly. She cried out and kept going faster and faster. Before long, he slipped a finger inside of her, then another, sliding rapidly in and out of her, fucking her with his fingers. She was incredibly wet and hot and tight inside.

Abruptly, something gave within her and she was coming, panting and moaning in desperate pleasure. He felt the hot spray of her feminine sex juices escaping her pussy as she climaxed. Almost as soon as he was done, he got on to the next part of the sex, feeling his own desperate need. As he mounted her, climbing onto her and straddling her face and grabbed her hair, he felt the spark. He felt it, definitely.

He positioned himself, hunched a bit over her head, and shoved his cock, which felt about as hard as a length of steel right now, into her waiting, wet mouth. She let out a small moan of pleasure as he forced it into her and started fucking her in the mouth. She closed her lips around it, sucking it, gagging as he shoved it all the way to the back of her throat. He knew Molly could have stopped him at any moment, but she didn't.

He kept fucking her in the mouth, slapping the sides of her face occasionally, until he was almost ready to blow, at which point he pulled out. Owyn re-positioned himself in between her legs, which he forced open. For a moment, he stared at the smooth, glistening slit of her pussy. Somehow, like the rest of her, it seemed caricatured, too perfect, like a stylized painting, smooth and flat and flawless. Then his lust overtook him once more and he got into position, sticking his cock, which was practically dripping with her saliva, up against her tight, wet opening. She cried out noisily as he pushed his way inside, all the way in.

Her immense breasts began bouncing as he started pounding her, slamming their hips together, causing her to scream louder in raw pleasure. Owyn watched his dick disappear into her perfect slit repeatedly, the sexual bliss raw and powerful and right there, spiraling through him from his core, like pink lightning sizzling through his whole being. He took her in with his eyes: her thick thighs and broad hips, up to her thin waistline and then lingering on her huge bouncing pale gray breasts. He reached out and groped them, squeezed them, massaged them, unable to stop himself. Until he recalled what she wanted.

Owyn looked up, into her eyes, which was caught in a mixture of immense pleasure and desperate desire.

He let go of her breasts and slid his hands up, around her thin neck, where his grasp tightened. She let out a small sound, what might have been 'yes!', then he was choking her, strangling her really, squeezing hard, hard enough to cut off most of her air but not enough to really hurt her. She let out a low moan somewhere deep in her throat and inside he felt her get even wetter and hotter. He kept going until he thought it looked like she might be passing out, then let go of her and slapped her as hard as he could twice across the face.

She came.

Suddenly the muscles inside of her pussy were tightening, releasing, twitching and spasming wildly, her pink insides becoming even hotter and wetter. He slid in and out of her even easier as she climaxed, another wave of juices escaping her tight opening, lubricating his dick further. That was it, he was about to come, but he had something in mind, something he thought Molly might appreciate. So, right as he was about to finish, he suddenly pulled out of her, moved up the length of her body and stuck his cock back into her mouth.

Molly immediately began sucking and working it with her hands, rapidly jacking him off into her mouth. Owyn cried out, hardly able to keep himself up as he came. He could feel his dick twitching and pulsing as it spilled spurts of his seed into her mouth. Molly took it all in, sucking him dry without complaint, sucking him eagerly, in fact, until he had finished up and he collapsed onto the soft ground next to her.

They lay in silence for several seconds, getting their breaths back.

“Thank you,” she said. “Thank you so much, Owyn.”

“You're very welcome, and thank you. That was incredible,” Owyn replied. After another moment, he propped himself up. He noticed, suddenly, that her breasts seemed smaller. They were still large, but not overtly so. And her waistline wasn't so slim. “I knew there was something off about your body,” he said.

Molly seemed confused for a moment, then glanced down at herself. “Oh damn,” she whispered, sitting up, seemingly embarrassed. Her skin was less pale and grayer now. “Sorry,” she said. “I just...” she trailed off.

“Don't be sorry,” he replied. “How did you even do that?” he asked.

She sighed. “Magic,” she replied. “A quick spell, I thought we'd be done by the time it wore off. I made myself more...shapely,” she replied. “More attractive. It started out with a bit of touching up, at first, but the human men kept turning me down so I had to go a little more...extreme.” She concentrated for a moment, and the last of her magic fell away. “This is what I really look like,” she said, all of a sudden shy and awkward.

Owyn studied her. She was still incredibly beautiful. She was slim, fit, her body more lean and athletic, her breasts closer to normal size, or what would be normal for an elf. Her facial features also looked less stylized, her lips less full, her eyes less brilliant. She was no less beautiful though. If anything, she was even more attractive, because she was less...made up. She seemed realer, and Owyn had always been more attracted to women like that.

“You're very beautiful, Molly,” he said, reaching out and gently rubbing her cheek. It was still red, and he could see, faintly, the imprints of his fingers on her neck.

“You really think so, don't you?” she asked. “You aren't just saying that.”

“I mean it,” Owyn replied.

She sighed. “Why couldn't I have found you a few days ago? Come on,” she said, standing up suddenly. “There's a spring nearby and I'd like to wash off,” she said.

Owyn stood, grabbed his pack and followed her through the clearing, both of them still naked and dirty now. She led him to a spring and walked slowly into it, keeping her wings above the waterline. He joined her, dunking his head under. When he surfaced he saw her gargling and spitting, then splashing water onto her face.

“You don't like to get them wet?” he asked.

“My wings? No. It's annoying, makes it hard to fly, and takes a little while to dry off. It's annoying enough for my arm-feathers,” she replied.

They continued washing themselves off a bit longer before Owyn spoke up again. “So...why are you trying so hard to have sex with a human?” he asked.

“I wanted...to know,” Molly replied, as if even she was uncertain of the reason. Which seemed odd, given that she'd gone to such great lengths.

“Know what?” Owyn asked.

“Know what it was like. Know if it felt different. Know if it could even be done. I mean, I figured, mechanically, it could. I've got a pussy, you've got a dick, like the men harpies do. But I wanted to know if it could be done, if I could...” She trailed off, sighed. “I guess I'm not making much sense. It started last month. I was out flying and I encountered a felis warrior. He was alone, making camp. I don't know why but I was very curious about him. I hadn't encountered many town-dwellers in my time,” Molly explained.

“So what happened?” Owyn asked.

“We got to talking. I thought he might attack me, but he didn't. He was polite. We talked for a long time and I found myself...very aroused by the idea of mating with him. And I...asked. If he'd be interested. He seemed cautious at first, but then we started fooling around and we did it. And it was really, really good. It was good in a way it hadn't been for a long time for me. So then we parted ways and I tried to put it out of my mind, but I kept wondering if it would feel the same, feel like that, again. So I found another harpy, a friend of mine, and we mated, and it was good but...it wasn't the same. So I wanted to see if I could try it with a non-harpy and I had always been quite partial to humans, so I set out to find one.

“Only it turned out to be a lot harder than I thought to lure one in. Your species is very stubborn and repressed,” she said.

“I know, tell me about it...so was it, good, I mean, in that special way?” he replied.

“Oh yes. Definitely.”

“You know, it's crazy, but I'm kind of in a similar situation.” Owyn spent the next several minutes, as they got out of the water and sat in the field, this time on his bedroll, which he laid out on the ground, explaining to her his own situation.

“Did you feel it?” she asked when he was done. “When we made love, did you feel the 'spark'?” she asked.

“Yes. Definitely,” Owyn replied.

“What do you think it means?” she asked.

“I don't know...I'm worried it might mean that I can only be truly happy if I have sex with women like you. Women that aren't human...or even elven.”

“Worries me, too,” she replied. “I'm in an even tougher situation. No one wants to sleep with a harpy...”

“Hey, I did. And so did that felis hunter. I'm sure there are others out there. But I don't dispute that you have it tougher than I do...speaking of sex, you want to try again? Without the magic and the huge boobs?” he asked.

She smiled. “I'd like that, Owyn. And without the roughness too. It was good, it was really good when you did that, but I'd like to know what it was like the other way, as well.”

“Fine by me,” Owyn replied.

They laid together on the bedroll again, kissing, slowly at first, their hands running over each other's bodies, building in passion and intensity, until Owyn decided it was time to take it to the next level. He got down in between her thighs and she spread her legs for him. He started eating her out, a pleasure that he wasn't sure if she had experienced or not. He thought it more likely, since harpies descended from elves, and oral pleasure was a thing in their society. Though that might not mean anything.

He ate her out, using his tongue and his lower lip to increase her pleasure, then pushing it up a notch further as he slipped a finger inside her tight opening. Owyn pressed up into her most sensitive spot, over and over, until she was orgasming again. Molly cried out his name several times as she came. Then, as her climax petered out, they switched positions and she took to sucking him off again, though this time it was much less violent.

He reached down and ran his hands through her short red hair, placing his hand on the back of her head and letting her bob her head rapidly, pleasuring him with her tongue and her lips and her mouth, bringing him to the edge of climax. She seemed to sense this and took him out of her mouth. “I want to be on top,” she said.

“That'd be great,” Owyn replied.

She smiled at him and mounted him, straddling him and guiding his cock into her tight, hot opening once more. Owyn cried out as he penetrated her, as she buried his rigid length of flesh inside of her, fitting him deep within her. The pleasure was immediate and immense, and the spark was there, definitely, no question.

He felt alive.

As she began to ride him, her tight, athletic body going up and down, her breasts swaying with the motion, Molly started to spread her wings out. They were beautiful, the feathers grayish, like her skin, dark gray, but they seemed to catch the sunlight. Molly moaned loudly as she impaled herself on him repeatedly, pleasuring herself. She was so hot and wet inside, Owyn thought he might come right then and there.

But he didn't want to, not yet.

Instead, he motioned for Molly to move and shift, and she did. Without pulling out, Owyn managed to get on top of her, holding her to him as she laid down and sort of rolling, so that he ended up atop her. She stared up at him, smiling, then gasped as he started making love to her once more. He leaned down and kissed her and she kissed him back, passionately. He felt something at his back and saw a shadow had fallen over him.

It caused him a bit of panic, until he realized that she had wrapped her wings about them both. She smiled happily up at him and he smiled back, going back to kissing her intently. They kept making love until both of them had climaxed. Owyn had started letting off not long after she did, because there was just something almost magical about being inside of a woman when she began to climax, the way it got hotter and wetter, the way the muscles constricted, a physical representation of the pleasure she was feeling.

He started coming in her, shooting his seed deep within her.

When they were finished, her wings unfolded and spread out along the ground once more and he lay there atop her, both of them sweating and panting.

As he lay there, Owyn knew that he had his answer.

But what did it mean?

He wasn't sure. All he knew, for certain, was that right now, he was happy. Very happy. And he supposed that would be enough for the moment.

CHAPTER V

“Yes. This is it. This is the one,” Owyn said firmly, staring down the iron sights of the crossbow the blacksmith had given him. Technically the man wasn't quite a blacksmith in the traditional sense, but that's just what Owyn thought of him as. The crossbow was great. It was lightweight, well-balanced, and it felt powerful in his hands.

For some reason, he'd never really been able to get any good at shooting a bow and arrow. He wasn't really sure why, it was just something that had been outside of his grasp. So he'd once tried a crossbow. One of the guardsmen had one, and he was the only one who had one, and all the other guards gave him crap for it. All the time, Owyn heard them teasing the man, who steadfastly ignored them and said things like, 'Don't knock it til you've tried it', not defensively, but more like...more like he was stating a fact.

It never seemed to get to him.

The guard had let Owyn use the crossbow once, while he was practicing with a bow and arrow. The thing had handled like magic, but then the guards started teasing Owyn as well, and, well, he'd been sixteen at the time, and it did get to him, so he never tried to use it again. And then, maybe a month before Owyn had gone off for good from his village, he'd been walking through the marketplace, getting some milk for his household, when he'd seen a thief running down the cobblestone path, guards running after him, people shouting.

No one could get to him.

Then, just when it looked like he was going to get away, suddenly, a bolt came out of nowhere and nailed him to the wall through one of his hands. The guard with the crossbow walked right up to the guy and knocked him out, then pulled the bolt out and pocketed it. The other guardsmen didn't have too much to say for the rest of the day. Though Owyn knew that the teasing had started up again just before he'd left, because most people never learned. After that, he'd promised himself that someday he'd get a crossbow.

He'd been reminded of that promise earlier today when he'd come to his final approach to Stafford, that magical city he'd been subconsciously working his way towards over the past couple of weeks, up the Emerald Wild, with Mount Lumos looming in the background. Something had come out of the woods, onto the trail, and attacked him. It was a kind of wood demon, a wickedly thin thing that cackled and moved around a lot and apparently was very in love with the idea of murder. Because it immediately attacked him.

Owyn had being feeling pretty confident that he could take it on...until it started flinging thick wooden splinters at him with a startling, (and painful), velocity and accuracy. They were small, perhaps an inch long and as thick as toothpick, but they fucking hurt. He'd basically charged at the thing, which had danced away from him, cackling madly, tossing more of the splinters at him. One had lodged in his shoulder, another in his arm.

But he finally caught up to it and, furious and bleeding, decapitated it with a swing of his sword. It cleaved right through the little bastard's neck. Painfully, Owyn had plucked the splinters from his skin, tossing them away, and had drank his one and only healing potion. His arm still hurt, even now, in Stafford, in the weapon shop. He'd reflected, walking here, that if he had a crossbow with him, it wouldn't have been a problem.

So it was the first thing he'd done when he'd finally reached Stafford.

Okay, that wasn't entirely true. The first thing he'd done when he'd set foot inside of Stafford was to gawk. It was so...bright. By the time he'd reached the city it was nearly nightfall, but the city had been a beacon on the horizon. Initially he thought it might be an effect of the mountain and then he'd worried that the city might be aflame, but as he came to the edge of the settlement, he'd simply stood there and stared.

There didn't really seem to be any outskirts to Stafford. Not in the traditional sense. There was an edge, to be sure, but how outskirts normally worked was there was a core to the village, all the buildings packed in there, and then, gradually, as you moved outwards, the buildings became sparser, with more space in between them. This wasn't the case in Stafford. The buildings were packed tightly together right up to the edge.

And the lights...

Every building seemed to be lit somehow, almost all of with magic of some sort. He’d once heard Stafford was called the City of Light, now he knew why.

After taking a good look, he went off in search of a blacksmith. At first he couldn't really find one. Instead, he'd come to a weapons shop, the first one that obviously was a weapons shop, clearly defined in the name on the sign out front: Hack N' Slash. There had been crossbows mounted on the walls.

“So it'll be two hundred coin for it,” the thin man with the shaved bald head and the bright blue robe that almost seemed to glow said. He was the man who ran the establishment. He had an air of calm about him, as if nothing could bother him.

“Two hundred coin?” Owyn replied, a little astonished.

“Yeah. And that's a good price. Think of it as an investment. That thing is magically balanced and honed. Minimal maintenance. Last you a solid year, at least. All you've got to buy is the bolts. And they aren't that expensive,” the man replied, his voice even, his words measured.

Owyn considered it for a moment. After his time with Molly, (they'd spent about two days together, having fun,) he'd done some serious questing, spending another five days rebuilding his lost treasure as he worked his way up the road to Stafford. Two hundred was a fair chunk of what he'd managed to get his hands on, but not unreasonable. So, in the end, he got out two hundred-coin bags from his pack and passed them to the man, who took to counting them out. Then they discussed bolts, which served as arrows for a crossbow and were nasty little rods of metal that came to pointed ends and could be coated in poison or treated with magic.

He finally settled on three cartridges packed with ten regular bolts of polished steel each. Eventually, he might graduate to something that shot poison or discharged lightning magic, but he was still worried about shooting himself in the foot at the moment. As Owyn forked over another fifty coin for the bolts, (normally they were twenty apiece but the man gave him a discount for a bulk purchase), he noticed the owner had stopped looking at him and instead was looking somewhere behind him with something like awe.

Slowly, Owyn turned, unsure of what to expect in a town like Stafford. Anything could walk in, anything at all.

In this case, 'anything' turned out to be possibly the most attractive woman Owyn had ever seen. He was immediately and almost inexorably turned on by her. She was a few inches shorter than he was and had extremely pale skin that had a healthy glow to it. Her skin, (she was showing off a lot of it), looked flawless and smooth and unblemished. She was somehow slim while still being curvy. It made him think of Molly, when she'd magically and temporarily enhanced her body to be ridiculously curvy, only it wasn't ridiculous on this woman.

Other features came to him.

She was a redhead, her pale, absurdly attractive face framed by shoulder-length, fiery hair. She had dazzling green eyes that almost seemed to be lit from within and luscious crimson lips that curled into a coy smile. She was wearing a very small shirt that was tied up in a knot to reveal her trim midriff and open at the neck to show off her impressive cleavage. She also had on a very short skirt that showed off a lot of her thick, well-padded thighs and great legs. On her feet were heavy duty boots that seemed incongruous with the rest of her outfit.

“Hello,” she said, looking directly at Owyn.

“Um, hi there,” he replied.

Although he'd been having issues lately about how he felt sexually and romantically towards human women...there was something about the one standing before him. Something different. Something unusual.

“I've been going through town, looking for a date with a handsome stranger,” she said, and her voice was like...sultry sex and honey, the kind of honey you licked off your lover's stomach or breasts, and it was kind of rough, too, a bit smoky. She walked slowly towards him, smiling all the while, and he felt like he was trapped, unable to break eye contact with her. She had incredibly beautiful eyes. She walked right up to him and poked him in the chest. “And that handsome stranger, as it turns out, happens to be you,” she said.

“Oh,” Owyn replied, unable to say anything else, feeling profoundly stupid in the face of so much raw sexuality.

“Well,” she said, sticking out her arm, bent at the elbow. “Aren't you going to take my arm and escort me to dinner?”

“Dinner?” Owyn replied. He tucked the cartridges of bolts into his backpack, shrugged into the pack, and slung the crossbow over it. Then, almost unconsciously, he hooked his arm with hers and let himself be led out of the store.

“Of course,” the woman said with an air of easy confidence. “That's how dates usually begin, don't they? Dinner. Then a walk around town, to see the sights,” she said.

“What's your name?” he asked.

“Lexi,” she replied. “You may call me Lexi.”

“I'm Owyn.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Owyn.”

They walked out of the shop together.

…

Owyn was enthralled with Lexi.

She felt warm and good against him. As they walked through the streets together, the crowd seemed to unconsciously part for them. She was resting her head on his shoulder now. She seemed the perfect height for it.

“So, Owyn, tell me about yourself,” she said after a few moments of silence.

“Well...there isn't much to tell, I'm afraid. I'm young, I left my home village quite a ways south of here a few months ago to take on a life of adventuring. I don't really have any kind of plan at the moment, I'm just...wandering,” Owyn replied.

“So, my handsome stranger is honest, humble, and has a strong sense of wanderlust. I must have chosen quite well,” Lexi replied. He could hear the smile in her voice.

“What about you, Lexi? You really just...wanted to go on a date with a complete stranger and you picked the first guy you saw?” Owyn asked.

“No, of course not. The first handsome stranger I saw. Though that's not entirely true. I did wander for a little while, looking...and then I happened to glance in through that front window and there you were. It was almost like you were singled out for me, like you were the one I was looking for this whole night.”

“Do you live here, in Stafford?”

“Yes. I do. I grew up here.”

“What do you do for a living?”

“It depends on my mood. In the same way that you wander the land, I wander through jobs. I'm fairly good with magic and most wizards are shy and awkward and I'm smoking hot so it's super easy to get hired on as an assistant in a magic shop or an inn or...anywhere, really.”

“Wow, that's...blunt,” Owyn said.

He felt her shrug. “If you've got it, flaunt it,” she replied.

Owyn supposed he couldn't quite disagree with that, though he'd never really be comfortable with flaunting anything, probably. They continued walking together until, suddenly, Lexi stopped and he was forced to stop along with her.

“This place is amazing,” she said.

Owyn studied the building he'd been led to. The candles that lit its front were powerful and blue, looking fantastic and unreal. The sign said A Taste of Paradise.

“Come on!” Lexi said, tugging him again. “This really is a great place. They serve food from Tomontica.”

That made him think of Izzy. “Really? I've never had any,” Owyn replied as they pushed through the crowd and came inside.

“It's fairly normal food: fish, beef, chicken. But it's all in the way it's prepared, you know what I mean?” she replied. “You'll love it.”

The place seemed packed. Nearly every table in the well-lit, clean, and busy building was taken up and there were a lot of people waiting in the front lobby. The walls were made of blonde wood, rubbed down and polished. The floors were tiled and similarly smooth. Overhead, candles of more traditional yellow hung. Owyn knew they were magical, as they produced very brilliant light and were undisturbed by any passing people or sudden drafts. At a dividing line between the eating area and the lobby stood a man in expensive looking clothing with slicked back black hair, a thin mustache, and a grim countenance.

Lexi walked Owyn right up to the man.

“We'd like a table,” she said.

The man frowned. “I'm afraid there are others who would like a table as well. And they were here first,” he replied smoothly. “It will be quite a wait.”

Owyn glanced over at Lexi. She seemed...focused, suddenly. Not angry, more like she was concentrating and, for a second, she seemed to waver. Her physical body seemed to...shift, as if he was viewing her though a heatwave. He'd already begun to work out that there was definitely something more to Lexi, something abnormal, but right then he began to suspect that perhaps she might not be entirely human.

Or maybe she was just very, very magical.

“I'm positive that if you look down at that little piece of parchment you have in front of you,” Lexi said, slowly, her words measured, “that you'll see our names are on the list. We have reservations,” she said.

The man glanced down at the podium in front of him and asked their names. They gave their names to him and he nodded. “Yes, indeed,” he replied. “My apologies. Come right along, you shall both be seated at once.”

Owyn felt stranger still as he and Lexi were led through the crowd of tables and patrons to a table at the back. They were seated, given glasses of magically chilled water and menus, printed on very expensive and fancy looking parchment, were given to them.

“That was impressive,” Owyn said.

“Little skills you pick up along the way,” Lexi replied with a dismissive shrug. She grabbed her menu. “Now, to figure out what to eat...”

Owyn picked up and began studying his own menu. After a little while, he finally settled on a glass of blueberry juice, mashed potatoes, and a good sized slice of beef, with 'a special blend of spices and seasonings imported directly from Tomontica', or so it said on the menu. Once he'd decided, he put the menu down.

And found Lexi staring at him with her intense, dazzling green eyes. He honestly couldn't decide if it was some kind of magical effect or if her eyes really were just that amazing. She smiled at him, showing him even, white teeth.

“Was that magic?” he asked. “That you used on the man back there?”

“You're perceptive,” she said. “It is magic...of a sort.”

“I imagine everyone around here is perceptive. It's Stafford, the City of Light.”

“I use a different kind of magic,” Lexi replied coyly.

“Oh yeah, what kind would that be?”

Her eyes gleamed briefly. “If our date goes well enough, you'll learn,” she replied.

Owyn couldn't decide if he should feel in danger or not. The primary reason he wasn't more concerned was because he'd managed to pick up another one of those rings that vibrated gently if there was someone nearby who wanted to do you harm and he hadn't gotten the faintest signal from it. So whatever Lexi's endgame was, it wasn't to, in any way, harm him. At least, that's what he imagined it meant.

The waitress, a thin woman with short blonde hair and an annoyed demeanor, came to take their order then. Owyn gave his and Lexi ordered a thick steak, bloody rare, and a bottle of wine. The waitress wrote this down and disappeared.

“So, did you grow up in Stafford?” Owyn asked.

“Yeah. Mom was a witch. Dad was a wizard. They had a store and sold all kinds of things,” Lexi replied. There was an almost casual boredom to her response, almost as if she was reading from a book. He wondered how many times she'd done this. “But what about you? Tell me about your life, Owyn Fisher,” she said, focusing on him again.

He shifted uncomfortably under the power of her raw sexuality. Also...had he told her his last name? He couldn't remember.

While they waited for their meals, he told her things about himself, whatever came to mind. Growing up in the village, yearning to be free, preparing himself for his life ahead. She began pressing him for more recent details and he told her, in an edited way, about the adventures he had, focusing more on the adventures and less on the sex with inhuman women, because that wasn't something you just...told someone.

Especially not in a fancy restaurant.

She seemed to sense that she was making him a little uncomfortable and pulled back a bit. They kept the conversation light until their food came and then mainly they were eating. Owyn noticed that Lexi ate with an almost total disregard for social etiquette, which he found at once both hilarious and a bit embarrassing. Not because he cared much for social etiquette himself, (his mother had always been yelling at him for trivialities), but because they were in a restaurant full of people and the people were clearly judging them.

He ignored those people to the best of his ability and focused on his own meal, which turned out to be fantastic. Whatever seasonings and spices they imported turned his meal into something that was both rich, flavorful, and a little bit spicy. It was probably the best thing he'd eaten in the past month, if not longer. As they ate, she kept up a litany of questions about his times since he'd left home. He also noticed that whenever he asked anything, Lexi kept her responses short and fairly succinct, and always steered the conversation back to him.

When their meals were gone and the bill came, Lexi produced a large, shiny green gem from within her shirt and laid it on the table. Owyn wasn't sure that the waitress would take it, but, without comment, the woman picked it up and disappeared. A few moments later, she returned and confirmed that it would be accepted as payment. Lexi stood, bending forward and taking Owyn's hand, (and exposing a great deal of her pale cleavage). She pulled him up, eager to continue their date, and led him out of the building.

“Now what?” he asked.

“Well, we're in the City of Light. I imagine you'll want to see a few of the sights?” Lexi replied as they walked along.

“Yeah, that'd be great...hey, is it true that there's a fountain of light in the center of town?” Owyn asked.

“Yes. I'll take you there.”

Another little oddity that struck Owyn was that although Lexi had drank the entire bottle of wine during dinner, she was in no way visibly drunk or even tipsy.

They continued making their way along the broad cobblestone pathways, past glowing storefronts and through a vast crowd of people. It was full dark now, the moons and the stars shining down on them from a black sky. When Owyn looked north, to Mount Lumos, he saw that it did indeed give off a faint blue glow. The sight was...surreal. Otherworldly. Haunting, almost. And he could practically feel the magic in the air, like a constant, faint buzzing that ever-so-slightly shook the bones in his body.

They came at last to the center of town. Even on approach, Owyn could see a faint blue glow that grew stronger the closer they got. As they came around the bend and moved into the center of town, Owyn stopped, feeling transfixed, rooted to his current spot. A powerful, shifting blue light took up the center of a broad courtyard of polished obsidian. The fountain itself, which was a large obsidian sculpture of what Owyn finally realized was the God of Magic, (he couldn't recall his name), was in the very center.

Out of it flowed liquid blue light. It was like someone had somehow had captured and transposed raw moonlight into a flowing liquid.

“How is that achieved?” he asked quietly.

“You know, I don't actually know. It's just always been there for me,” Lexi replied. “I never thought to ask. One of those things you take for granted, I guess. Come on, there's more,” she said, guiding him along.

…

Owyn was guided by a beautiful redhead named Lexi through the City of Light.

She took him to see the sights over the next few hours. After the fountain of blue lights she took him to a park where, on a raised stone platform, two men were somehow manipulating large, flat surfaces of different shape, size, and texture. They did this with little, brittle-looking wands, without actually touching the surfaces of the odd shapes on the platform with this. They simply pointed at the surfaces in a seeming random order, ceaselessly, without pause or hesitation. The effect of this was a beautiful, harmonious, vaguely haunting music. He and Lexi stood with a crowd of people who had gathered to listen.

That was when she kissed him.

She said his name, and he looked at her, and she pressed her lips to his. It was a long, firm kiss, with a bit of tongue.

She pulled back, smiled, and said, “not bad. Come on.”

And she led him deeper into the city.

Next she took him to a huge building where those who weren't all that good at magic could try out a few of the simple spells with help of devices that focused the magical energy in the air. Lexi said everyone should enjoy the happiness of firing off a lightning bolt at something and blowing it up. Owyn decided to give it a shot. They were given a space in the huge central room of the building, which was divided up into a grid. Although there were no walls, certain magical energies provided invisible walls that a human could pass through but magic could not. Owyn and Lexi stood together in one of the 'rooms'.

Owyn aimed one hand at a scarecrow and concentrated on lightning. Unlike before, where he had to think hard to produce the light spell, the lightning came almost immediately. A bolt of pure white light arced out of his hand and hit the scarecrow, blowing it to flaming bits. The magically-charged debris bounced harmlessly off of the invisible walls. Owyn and Lexi laughed together and spent another half hour in the building.

Then they kept walking.

…

“This is it,” Lexi said.

It was getting late, past midnight, and Owyn was starting to get tired. Lexi said that she would rent them a room at a nice inn because that's how good dates with handsome strangers ended. Owyn wasn't in a mood to argue. He was horny, if he was being honest, and Lexi was ridiculously attractive, both physically and in her personality. She was fun, smart, and easygoing. She clearly knew what she wanted and didn't have a problem going for it. And apparently she wanted him, in a bed with her with no clothes on.

Owyn looked up at the inn. It looked fancy and expensive, but, then again, so did most of the buildings in Stafford. He supposed they could afford it, given that it was the only real city of magic in the whole country.

“Looks nice,” he replied as she led him up the little stairway and in through the front doors. They made their way down a broad hallway. To the right was a separate area for dining, to the left was a place that looked like you were meant to relax in it. There were several big, comfortable-looking chairs situated around an empty fireplace. A few of the chairs were occupied. Two of the people were reading and smoking pipes, another one had fallen asleep. As they approached the end of the hall, which had two doors on either side and terminated in a large, ornate desk of polished red wood, Owyn found himself thinking about Lexi.

She had been teasing him all night, encouraging his hand to wander, letting him grope her, then gently making him stop. She also stole kisses from him when he wasn't expecting it. It was such a strange experience but it also left him absurdly turned on. He wanted her so bad. He'd already decided that if she was serious about it, he'd accept her offer of sex. Maybe then he could figure out what it was about her that was so odd.

He was getting more and more distracted by her, and had been over the past hour or so. He wasn't sure exactly what had set it off but suddenly he was noticing her more and more and it was almost as if, somehow, she was becoming more alluring. His eyes lingered on her incredibly beautiful face, her impressive cleavage, the way her nipples were now obvious through the thin fabric of her shirt and how magnificent her thighs looked.

Owyn wasn't sure he so much wanted her at this point than that he needed her.

Lexi asked the man behind the desk for a room for the night, one with a view and a great big bath tub, and then she produced another gem from inside of her shirt, this one a dazzling blue, and the man took it, inspected it, and nodded. He passed them each a room key, told them their room number and pointed them towards one of the four doors. Owyn and Lexi took it, ascended a stairwell up two stories and found their room.

It was getting harder to concentrate. All he had eyes for was Lexi ahead of and above him on the stairs. Her pale, thick thighs. Her skirt, the way it swayed. And...he had a brief flash of her bare pussy. She wasn't wearing anything under the skirt. He swallowed, almost trembling with an effort to control himself. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this turned on. The erection straining in his pants was so hard it almost hurt.

“Here's our room,” Lexi said, her voice so casual and...there was an undercurrent there, an unspoken anticipation, a teasing.

“Yeah,” Owyn managed.

He waited as she opened the door. Lexi seemed to be taking her time about it. Thoughts of her naked, beautiful body filled his mind. Finally, she had the door open. Owyn followed her into the room. He took it in at a glance: huge, frilly bed with vivid blue sheets, large, bubbling bathtub, and expensive-looking furniture cast in smooth black stone. But his eyes were drawn back to Lexi. She was facing him now, smiling.

She walked slowly up to him and, in one smooth motion, she wrapped both arms around him and pressed her luscious red lips to his. Immediately they began kissing. He ran his hands across her body, tasting her. She tasted very sweet and she smelled of woman and raw sexuality. She kept kissing him, working him up, and he felt her lips part his, felt her tongue probing into his mouth, letting in her sweet taste even more, like floodgates. He placed a hand across the back of her neck and kissed her deeper, more passionately, twining her tongue with his, and he felt her body respond to this, heard her moan deep in her throat.

Suddenly, something hit the floor. She disengaged from him for a moment as it went bouncing, towards the bed.

“Lexi-” he said, unable to believe that she would stop for anything.

“Don't worry,” she said, turning and walking slowly across the room to retrieve the errant item. He realized it was another one of those gems, it must have fallen out of her shirt. Owyn felt almost maddened with insane animal lust. He trembled and shivered as he fought not to rush over to her and take her right then and there.

Slowly, she bent over to retrieve it. “There we go,” she said.

Her skirt rose up, exposing her thick, well-padded ass and her glistening, pink wet opening, in between her legs.

That was it. He couldn't contain himself anymore.

“Lexi,” he said, or meant to say, or meant to say more at least, then he was up against her. She was still bent over at the waist, though she'd been in the midst of standing back up. He moved her up against the bed and bent her back over again, pulling the skirt up.

“Fuck me, Owyn,” she said as he began digging himself out of his pants, no time or even want to get naked.

He finally freed his cock. He didn't even need to spit on his hand and use it as lube, her vagina was practically dripping wet. A groan escaped his throat as he pressed the head of his dick up against that opening. Heat was practically pouring off of it, like an open flame. Lexi cried out nosily as he penetrated her, pushing himself into her tight pussy. His dick slipped in immediately and he pushed himself all the way in.

She was at once both extremely tight and yet it was almost like her vagina was made for him. There was resistance, but none of it was unpleasant for either of them. Despite how incredibly tight she was, there was no strain, no pain. Nothing but raw, pure pleasure and sexual bliss. Owyn cried out as he started fucking her, using his standing position to give him the advantage of more powerful thrusts, burying himself deep within her.

She screamed in pleasure as he did this. “Fuck me, Owyn!” she cried. “Fuck me like a filthy fucking whore!” she screamed.

He gave her ass a very hard smack that left a red imprint on her pallid flesh. She moaned loudly. “Pull my hair!” she cried.

He reached forward and grabbed her hair, an old memory coming back to him from reading that naughty romance book: if you were going to pull someone's hair, you had to do it by the roots, or else it would hurt in the wrong way. He grabbed her flaming red hair by the roots and yanked her head up, making her moan, all the while continuing to bury his rigid, throbbing length inside of her tight, hot, wet flesh.

As he pulled her up, he caught sight of their reflection in the window across from them, on the other side of the bed. It looked incredibly hot: her bent over, beautiful face twisted in pleasure, him behind her, slamming into her, holding her up by her hair. Her breasts were bouncing with the motion, as if straining to be free from her tiny, tight shirt.

Owyn suddenly wanted to see them, to feel them.

He reached down and started trying to get the buttons undone, but immediately got frustrated, grabbed the shirt and ripped it open. The buttons popped off and her huge tits broke free in an explosion of soft, supple, pale flesh. He immediately grabbed them in two handfuls, groping and massaging them. They were huge without being ridiculous or caricatured, like Molly's had once been. They were bigger than his hands could comfortably fit around and some part of his brain really, really liked that.

Once more, he caught sight of himself pounding her from behind, squeezing her breasts, and that did it. He couldn't hold on anymore. Owyn cried out, releasing her breasts and leaning forward, propping himself up on his hands, as he started to come inside of her. Lexi let out a long moan of pleasure and he immediately sensed that she was having an orgasm as well. He felt his dick begin twitching and spasming as a powerful orgasm took him. At the same time, a hot wave of sex juices escaped from Lexi's tight pussy.

Their orgasm seemed to last much longer than normal, though Owyn wasn't entirely sure as telling time was basically beyond him while he was climaxing, but when he finally finished filling her with his seed, he pretty much collapsed against her. They both laid there like that, still mostly clothed, (well, he was at least), panting, chests heaving, slicked with sweat. Lexi shifted slightly, indicating that she would like to get up.

Owyn summoned the strength to pull out of her and stand, then almost immediately collapsed onto the bed once more.

“That was...something else...” he panted.

“Tell me about it,” Lexi replied. She stood and shrugged out of the remains of her shirt. “You know, I actually liked this shirt, Owyn,” she said.

“Oh...sorry. Kind of, uh, heat of the moment thing...” he replied, embarrassed now that the blood was rushing back to other places.

“I understand. Had a lot of those myself,” she replied. With languid movements, she got out of her skirt and her boots. “How about we bathe together? Relax? We've got all night,” Lexi suggested as she crossed the room.

Even after he'd fucked her, blown his load in her, Owyn found it difficult to pull his eyes from her curves. He finally stood as well, the bath sounding terribly inviting. As he began undressing, he saw her move over to a corner of the room that looked like a small kitchen area, all paneled in polished black tiles. She opened up a sealed cabinet and Owyn was surprised to see chilled air escape from it. Inside were bottles and glasses. She selected one, what looked like a bottle of expensive wine, and walked naked to the tub.

He realized that it must be an alteration of the magic used to keep bottles chilled. Owyn finished undressing, then hurried over to the tub, joining her in the steaming, crystal clear waters. For a long while, the two of them simply sat opposite each other, their feet touching underwater, and soaked in silence.

Lexi then tore the cork out of the clear blue bottle, spat it aside and took a deep drink from whatever it was inside.

“Oh, that is good,” she said. “Honeysuckle flavored,” she said. “Ten years old. You want some?” she asked, offering him the bottle.

He considered it. It struck him then, very suddenly, that he had never had a drink before in his entire life. It wasn't something he'd ever really thought about. His father drank, and it made him act silly and laugh too much, but then his neighbor drank, and it made him scream and red in the face and throw things. Owyn had always figured that it could go either way with him, and he didn't want to turn into an angry drunk.

But here and now, free and on his own, being casually offered a bottle of expensive wine by an incredibly beautiful, naked woman in a tub with him, he couldn't really imagine getting angry. So he shrugged and accepted the bottle.

“Sure,” he said.

He took a healthy drink and nearly coughed it all back up. “Wow,” he gasped, clearing his throat. “Strong stuff.”

Lexi laughed and accepted the bottle back. “Was that your first drink?” she asked.

“Yeah, actually,” he replied.

“Wow...how old are you?” she asked.

“Eighteen.”

Her eyebrows raised. “Oh my. Such a young man I've got in my company. I thought you were at least into your early twenties...well, I must say you do fuck great for a teenager.”

“I vaguely resent that,” Owyn replied.

She laughed. “Don't worry. What teenage boys lack in skill they make up for in enthusiasm. You, however, fuck like a skilled man.”

“I've had some practice,” Owyn replied, feeling a bit defensive.

“Oh really?” Lexi asked, passing him the bottle back. He took another drink. This one went down smoother. “You must tell me about it. How many sexual partners have you had?” she asked.

“Um...” He thought about it for a moment. There had been four in the village, before this whole thing had begun. Then there was Krystal and Kira. Then the vampire hooker and the mistress of Suck Lust. Lydia. The two elf beauties. The two hot and horny felis. Liz, of course. Then Katy the mermaid, Clover the dryad, Sally the serpentine and Molly the harpy. And that far elf he'd slept with that one night...and, of course, Izzy.

He tallied it up.

Lexi made twenty one.

Twenty one...really, twenty one? Had he actually had sex with twenty one women? That seemed like a lot but it was right.

“Twenty one, including you,” he said.

Lexi coughed on her wine. “Holy shit!” she replied. “Really?! You aren't lying...no, I can tell you aren't. So, you get around, huh?” she asked.

“Yeah, I guess so. It sounds crazy.”

“Well I've had more than that, so don't feel bad or anything,” Lexi said. “Huh. Twenty one. Tell me, who's the most interesting woman you've ever slept with?”

“Interesting how?” Owyn asked.

Lexi passed him the bottle again. It was over half gone already. He took another drink and passed it back. “Like...okay, let me rephrase that, have you ever fucked a non-human?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with interest.

“Well...I had a threesome with two elves...” he cautioned.

“Oh, come on, Owyn. Everyone's fucked an elf, or at least they'd like to. Tell me you have something better than that.”

“Well...” he hesitated, then decided to keep going. “I've fucked a felis...and a beryl...” he said.

“Oh really?” she asked, even more interested. Then she stared at him for a moment. He felt somewhat uncomfortable under her intense gaze. “There's more, isn't there? I can just tell. Not many humans have or would fuck a felis or a beryl...fewer still would admit to it in this backwards, repressed country. Come on, Owyn,” she said, leaning forward, showing off her amazing tits again, grinning at him. “Tell me, I won't judge you. Your secrets are safe with me...”

Owyn considered it for a moment. Maybe it was something about Lexi or, probably, it was the wine, but he felt like telling her.

“Well, I fucked a mermaid, once. Well, more than once...”

He told her about them all. They finished off the bottle while he talked, and Lexi didn't seem to get drunk or even tipsy. She just listened and nodded and occasionally asked for more details on some of the sexy things he'd done with all the monster women.

“That's incredible,” she said when he finished.

“You really think so?...whoa, I should get out of this bath, I think I'm getting too hot, kind of lightheaded,” Owyn replied.

“You're a bit drunk, dear, that's what happens, but yes, it isn't necessarily a good idea to be in hot water and be drunk at the same time,” Lexi replied.

They got out of the tub and immediately Owyn felt dizzy. Lexi had to hold him up and help him dry off. He also felt very good. It was like there were little bubbles floating in his blood. His head was light, his vision slightly blurred, and he felt very happy.

“You really don't think I'm a freak?” he asked as Lexi helped him over to the bed.

“What? No, of course not,” she replied. “Why would you think that?”

“Everyone I've talked to...they would be disgusted by the fact that I've stuck my dick in a serpentine...or a dryad...or a harpy...” he replied.

“They can fuck off,” Lexi said. They got into bed together, lying on top of the blankets. “It's no one's business what you do with your dick, so long as who or whatever you do it with is a consenting adult. I think you're quite brave, to go after what you want like that. I also think it's hot. Don't let what other people think stop you.”

Owyn nodded into the pillow. He was extremely sleepy now. He started to say something, it might have been 'thank you'...

And then he was asleep.

…

The next morning, Owyn awoke, expecting some kind of apocalyptic headache, (he'd been warned on many occasions about the dreaded 'hangover'), but instead he felt great. Refreshed, even. He tried to rouse Lexi for some sex, but she politely but firmly told him no, he'd have to wait. She promised he'd like it if he waited. Taking his own advice, (even if he was incredibly horny and had a steel hard on), Owyn respected her wishes and stood up. They took a bath together, then dressed and went down to the eatery on the ground level.

Lexi was wearing one of his traveling shirts. It concealed her considerable chest, but there was something oddly sexy about the fact that she was wearing one of his shirts. He didn't know why, but he really liked seeing her in it. They talked about this and that as they ate breakfast, which consisted largely of bacon and eggs and fresh milk. When they were finished, Lexi insisted that Owyn come with her to her 'special spot', which was somewhere outside of town, at the edge of the Emerald Wild. Owyn agreed and they left the inn.

They walked through the City of Light.

The sky was overcast but not gloomy. Rain was in the near future, but this was the peace before the storm. It was still decently early in the morning and the streets were much less crowded. Lexi explained that wizards tended to stay up late and sleep in late. You usually got things thrown at you if you said something like 'early to bed, early to rise' around Stafford. Owyn found that idea funny. He also liked the peace and quiet of the city as he walked with Lexi on his arm, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder.

She led him out of town, the same way he'd come in yesterday, and they walked along the trail in silence until she took him off the main road and onto a smaller path that led into the Emerald Wild. Owyn found his thoughts returning to who Lexi really was. He had her history but...there was just something strange about her. Something off. But was that bad or good? His conversation came back to him from the previous night, about all the inhuman women he'd slept with. She seemed to like it. Was she one herself?

While he was pondering this, they came to a shack, a little ways into the forest, off the beaten path. It was a simple shack, one room, the door and windows open.

“Is this yours?” Owyn asked.

“Yes,” Lexi replied as she led him inside. “I built it myself.”

“Wow. That's impressive,” Owyn said, looking around.

There was a queen size bed that took up about half the space up against the far wall. The rest of the space was taken up by a chest, a desk and chair and a bookshelf. Random items, articles of clothing, books, parchment, empty bottles and the like were scattered around.

“Bit of a mess, I'm afraid,” Lexi said.

“I like it,” Owyn replied.

“Thanks...” Lexi seemed to hesitate. She let go of his hand and took a step back, fully facing him. She seemed nervous. “So...this is the part where I admit to you that I'm lying.”

Owyn frowned. “About what?”

“Pretty much everything. I'm not from Stafford. I don't have a life there. I just followed you there. I go there, sometimes, but not often. It's kind of dangerous for me.”

“Then...who are you? Is Lexi your real name?”

“No, not really. It's a name I chose for myself when I...walk here. In this world. My real name is too complicated to say. But I've been following you, Owyn, for a little while now. Tracking you down. But don't worry! It's not for anything bad...”

“So, what then? Who are you really?”

“I'll show you, but you have to promise not to freak out.”

“I can't really promise that, but I promise to do my best.”

“Okay...I guess that'll have to do. This is who I really am.”

And, just like that, the Lexi he'd known over the past day was gone. Standing in her place was a demon. A genuine, real-life, horns and a tail demon. Owyn took a step back in surprise, his heart racing. She wasn't an ordinary demon, he saw, (not that he'd ever seen any in the flesh), but he knew enough about them.

She was a succubus.

A demon that came onto his plane of existence to seduce men (and some women) into giving up their life energy at a later date. She was tall, easily six and a half feet. She had thick black horns that curled along the side of her head and pointed up, on either side of her forehead. Her hair was black as night and short. Her eyes were also black, completely and fully black. Her face had taken on a vaguely sinister quality, looking less human and somehow thinner, narrower, more angled. Her skin was a vivid pink color. She took off the clothes she was wearing, so that she could stand before him and bear herself to him. Her proportions had grown somewhat more exaggerated, her breasts huge, her stomach thin while her hips, thighs, and ass were thick and broad. She had cloven hooves for feet and long-fingered hands. Behind her, a thin tail whipped nervously.

“Wow,” Owyn said.

Lexi held her hands together in front of her and shifted uncomfortably. The expression on her face was shy and awkward. To see a demon expressing these emotions was quite a strange sight to behold.

“Well?” she asked. “Do you know now why I tracked you down?” Her voice had changed. It almost sounded like it had doubled, as though two voices were talking slightly out of sync. She still sounded sexy and sultry and slutty.

“You...want me to have sex with you?” Owyn hazarded.

She nodded. “Yes. I...maybe I should explain things to you. Yes, I'm a succubus. Yes, it's my task to seduce mortal men into giving up their life energy at a later date in exchange for insane sex. I don't always like my task, but I take solace in the knowledge that the guys I get to sign on the dotted line in their own blood are...well, generally assholes. Bad men. They deserve what they get. But...the thing is, I've never really gotten a chance to enjoy...you know, sex with a good man. Kind of part of my nature, guys are scared of me.”

“I'm confused,” Owyn replied. “Couldn't you just...change into that incredibly attractive version of yourself and sleep with like...anyone you wanted?”

“I could, but that's not all of what I want. I want...or maybe I need...someone to have sex with me while I'm in my true form. Someone who knowingly wants to make love to me in this body. And...I've been looking for that man for a little while now, and I've made friends in the Emerald Wild. One of my friends was a mermaid named Katy. We were talking last week and she told me all about you. And I started looking around. I encountered Clover and Sally, too, who both told me the same thing. You had no problem having sex with either of them. So, I started tracking you down. And I was hoping that...you'd be willing to sleep with me, too.”

Owyn considered it. Everything he'd heard was that the only danger from a succubus (or any demon really) was that you had to intentionally give your life energy away. Either all of it or a portion of it, (depending on what you wanted). That was the point, you had to be willing to do it, to make the deal. You couldn't be tricked.

The entire point was that you were intentionally damning yourself.

“So...it'd just be sex?” he asked.

Lexi laughed. “Just sex? It'd be the best fucking sex of your life,” she replied.

“I mean, like...you wouldn't...take anything from me?”

“No, of course not. We're just two beings, enjoying each other's company. You will suffer no ill effects from this experience. I mean, we've already fucked once. And I was way holding back on that one, because I didn't want to blow your mind right away.”

He realized she had a point, at least about the sex they'd already had before...in that they'd had the sex and he wasn't suffering for it. He didn't know she'd been holding back. The sex had already been really good at the inn.

“So...what do you think?” she asked.

“I think I'd love to, Lexi,” he replied.

Because, why not? How was this really any different from the other female creatures he'd slept with? And he felt bad for her. He imagined it would be next to impossible to find anyone to agree to fuck her when she looked like this.

“Thank you,” she replied, smiling. “Thank you so much, Owyn.”

Owyn shrugged out of his pack and took off his shirt. They walked towards each other and met in the middle of the shack. Owyn had to look up at her, as she was a full six inches taller than he was. He was reminded of Lydia, or of Lilith, the far elf. He found himself staring up into her angular, pink face, her deep black eyes. As he had experienced before, with some of the other women, he expected to be frightened or turned off by these inhuman features, but it didn't come. The initial fear he'd felt was more shock than anything else.

She really was extremely beautiful, in a dark and lurid kind of way. She definitely had a great body. Lexi leaned down and pressed her luscious lips against his. She tasted different, but not in an unpleasant way. It was something darker, headier and a little bit intoxicating. He placed a hand gently on one of her large, pink breasts and began to feel her up. She closed her eyes, tilted her head slightly and slipped her tongue in.

Another moment of surprise. Her tongue was different, too. It was narrower and forked at the end. He liked it. Owyn twined his own tongue with hers and Lexi made a small noise of pleasure. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her, then sliding his hands lower, groping her thick, full, round ass. She pulled back after a moment.

“You should finish getting undressed,” she said, quietly.

He nodded and quickly got out of the rest of his clothes. Once he was fully nude, she took his hand and led him over to the bed. They crawled onto it together. They kept kissing, lying side by side, and letting their hands wander across each other. Her touch was gentle and hot, her skin, he realized, must be running at a higher temperature than normal, given that she was a demon. It made enough sense to him.

“Here,” he whispered after a moment. “Let me pleasure you.”

She hesitated. “I'm afraid that's not how it works,” she replied.

“What do you mean?”

“I'm a succubus. I'm a demon literally designed for the pleasure of others. I'm infused with a magic that...incentivizes me to pleasure others by making it so that the only pleasure I can feel is the pleasure I give to others.”

“You mean...you can't masturbate?” Owyn replied.

“Yes. I also can't be physically pleasured by my partner, because it isn't giving them any pleasure. Do you see what I mean? Told you, I hate my job sometimes.”

“Oh...wow, I'm really sorry.”

“Ugh. Yeah. Me too. Really annoying. I mean, it's not too bad. There's lots of demons on the infernal planes to fuck...I'm getting off topic. Let me suck your dick,” she said. “It'll be like foreplay for both of us.”

“Well...okay,” Owyn replied, feeling odd that a crucial part of the sexual act had been essentially left out.

But those thoughts, and all others, quickly left his mind as Lexi got down between his legs, gripped his dick gently with her thumb and forefinger, opened her mouth and let her pink, forked tongue slide out and along the head. He gasped and moaned as she stared licking his dick while staring directly at him. She kept this up for a good minute, sending excess amounts of pleasure flowing through his dick, then she took it fully into her mouth and stared sucking on it, bobbing her head rapidly and expertly.

“Oh Lexi!” Owyn cried.

She continued bobbing her head, sliding her lips up and down the length of his cock, and he heard her moaning loudly now too. He felt like he was approaching the verge of climax, especially with the way she kept passing her tongue over the head of his dick each time she pulled her head back, only piling on the pleasure.

But then something happened. He reached the edge of orgasm and...stopped. It was almost like he was held there, prevented from going any further. Was this Lexi's doing? Some kind of succubus power? Either way, it was, in its own way, good. Because he didn't want to come yet. He wanted to keep on going. He wanted this to last.

Lexi took him out of her mouth, made a fist and started pumping it rapidly over the head of his dick, which was covered in her saliva.

“You about ready for my pussy?” she asked, her voice coming breathless now, like she was having trouble concentrating.

“Yes, definitely. I want it,” Owyn replied.

She smirked. “Oh yeah? How bad do you want it?” she asked.

“Really, really fucking bad,” Owyn said, his voice pleading as she kept jacking him off.

She started to say something else, then seemed to make herself stop, as they both realized that this could easily go in a different direction, with her demanding something from him, and that's not what she said she wanted.

“You got it,” she said, instead.

She stopped jacking him off, then climbed on top of him. There was something about watching her move, her movements fluid and languid, every action of hers articulated and perfect. Not to mention there was something both intimidating and extremely sexual about watching a naked sex demon crawl on top of you.

She got into position, squatting on her heels, her thigh muscles bulging, her pussy in plain sight. It looked different than a regular vagina, more of a narrow slit than anything else, almost like an idealized or stylized version of a vagina. Nonetheless, when she lowered herself, he slipped into her without a problem.

The pleasure...

The pleasure was immediate and all-consuming.

Owyn cried out as she buried him within her. In a way, he was reminded of last night, how her vagina seemed to be at once both extremely tight and yet non-resistant, a perfect combination. He was brought immediately to the edge of climax as she stared fucking him, riding his dick, balancing herself expertly on just her two feet, not having to hold onto anything else. And again he was held there, at the verge, riding the pleasure. He thought the experience might have been maddening, and in a small way it kind of was, part of him just wanted to come in her, but another, much larger part, enjoyed and appreciated the extension.

He reached out and grabbed her broad, pink hips as she rode him. Lexi cried out as she bounced atop him, her huge demon breasts jiggling pleasantly with the motion. She continued riding him like this for another few minutes.

“Let's switch,” she said. “I want you on top now.”

“Gladly,” Owyn gasped in reply.

They switched positions, with Lexi lying on her back, spreading her long legs wide for him, exposing herself. Owyn eagerly got in between her legs and stuck his cock back inside of her incredibly tight, wet, heated opening. As he started thrusting into her, burying himself in her perfect flesh, he realized that the way this sex felt was how it felt in dreams, when it was perfect and idealized. It was the way he'd always imagined sex feeling, before he'd actually had it. Not that the sex up until now had been disappointing, (especially some of it), but there was a difference between experiencing something and imagining something.

The sex before had been real.

This was unreal.

Impossible in its quality and intensity.

Lexi's vagina was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. It was almost as if sexual pleasure had been filtered through some magical magnifying glass. He hadn't even known he could feel this level of bliss. It felt like an achievement of some sort. Owyn realized he was staring at her huge breasts, bouncing with the motion of his thrusts. He leaned forward, above her breasts, to her face and started kissing her passionately.

“Oh-Owyn-thank you-” she said, in between kisses. “It's so good!” she cried.

“Yes, it is,” Owyn managed to reply, gasping.

Before long, after a few more minutes of glorious sex, Lexi had them change positions again. He pulled out and moved back, giving her room to flip over and get up onto her hands and knees, presenting him with her huge, perfect, round ass. He saw her tail, thin and black, tipped with a spade shape. It grew from her lower back, just above her huge ass. He stared at her ass and ran his hands across its pink, flawless surface, loving the feel of her skin, and then he plunged his dick back into her tight, wet opening. Lexi cried out, her voice a scream of raw pleasure as he did this, and he cried out with her. He started pounding her from behind.

She cried out again, burying her face in her pillow. Her ass was even bigger than it had been before, though it looked somewhat more appropriate given her tall, more built frame. Owyn lost himself in her pink demon flesh, in the waves of pleasure she was both giving and receiving. She was a succubus, a conduit of raw bliss, practically a physical manifestation of sex itself. And he was fucking her now.

He was having sex with a demon.

“Lexi,” he gasped, his whole body slicked with sweat now, his muscles beginning to protest. How long had this been going on now? Significantly longer than his normal sessions. “Lexi, I want to orgasm,” he said.

“Okay...okay...put it in my ass, first,” she replied.

Owyn responded by pulling out of her pussy and putting it up her perfect, fat ass. She cried out again, so loud this time it hurt his ears. The pleasure was somehow even better, somehow even more perfect. He started fucking her up her demon ass, holding her hips in his hands, his fingernails digging into her skin.

Something released after a moment of this.

Control seemed to return to him, and then he was orgasming.

It was the most powerful orgasm he'd ever had.

It seemed to blast away his senses. Blind him. Deafen him. Rob him of his ability to speak. For some undefinable moment, there was only the pure perfection of the orgasm. Instead of just his cock spasming and twitching and spurting, it felt like his whole body was doing that. Every muscle, every bone, every fiber of his very being was singing with the pulse and throb of his orgasm. It seemed to last for ages.

When it finally ceased, and it was a gradual thing, like being washed up slowly on the shores of some long-lost island, he found himself on his back. The world slid into focus and he saw the ramshackle roof of the shack and Lexi's beautiful, smiling face.

“Hey there, you passed out,” she said. She grinned. “Told you the sex would be good.”

“I...um...wow...” Owyn replied, feeling stupefied and inarticulate. He felt dislocated from everything around him, like he was floating in a sea of pink warmth.

“Yeah. Most guys don't actually get the full brunt of my abilities. Not only am I basically living sex incarnate, but I've been alive for quite awhile and I've picked up a few tricks along the way. Let me just say now that...that was the best fuck session I've ever had. Like, just...wow. You really are something else, Owyn.”

“Coming from a sex demon...I'll take this as a huge compliment,” Owyn finally managed to reply after a moment.

She smiled again, leaned down and kissed him. Then she laid down beside him, pressing her hot body against his.

“Now what?” he asked.

“Who cares?” Lexi replied. “For now, there doesn't need to be a what. At this moment...there's just us and this bed and whatever we want to do.”

Owyn nodded.

It sounded like a correct answer.

Outside, it began to rain.

CHAPTER VI

Owyn opened his eyes to a familiar sight.

The rough, ramshackle ceiling of his demon lover's shack and her shockingly beautiful, pink-skinned face hovering over him.

She was smiling at him. “You passed out again, babe.”

“Oh,” Owyn replied. “That's why I feel so odd.”

She laughed and then curled up against him. He loved the feel of her. Her skin was very warm and very smooth and soft.

“Sorry,” he murmured, after a moment of silence had passed.

She shifted, then reached out and began gently rubbing his chest. “I take it as a compliment,” she replied, her voice like silken sex.

For a moment, he laid there and listened to the rain. It was the following day after Lexi had very first brought him to her shack and shown him her true form. He was still taking it all in: her pink skin, her curving horns, her whipcord tail, her thick curves. He was also having a bit of trouble with the fact that he was fucking an actual demon. A succubus. She was very sweet for a demon. They'd spent the whole previous day together. They'd made love four more times that day, and had spent most of the rest of it lounging around or walking through the Emerald Wild together, hand in hand. He'd slept there with her last night.

And now it was morning.

They'd woken up and she'd wanted to fuck him, as horny as ever. She rode him and rode him until she'd finally let him orgasm and, as he had four of the previous five times they'd fucked, the experience overwhelmed him and he'd passed out.

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

“I've been thinking...” Lexi replied.

He couldn't help but grin. “I know that tone of voice.”

“You're a fast study,” she replied. “I've been thinking about that harpy you slept with...”

“Molly?”

“Yes. I bet we could find her...I want to have a threesome with her. I want her to eat my pussy out while you fuck her from behind.”

“Uh...wow. Okay. That'd be awesome. You think you can talk her into it? Provided we can even find her, of course.”

“I'm a succubus. I can talk anyone into anything,” she replied. “I mean...look at me.”

She sat up and her huge breasts dominated his view. “Good point,” he replied, leaning forward and kissing them both, one after the other. He startled fondling them but Lexi slowly but firmly pushed his hands back.

“Save it for when we find Molly,” she replied.

“As difficult as that is, I will do so,” Owyn replied.

Lexi smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “You're a good guy,” she said.

“I try to be.”

They got up out of bed and pulled a pair of washrags out of a bucket of warm water and began washing each other, the best way of cleaning up after a good fucking since they didn't quite have access to a handy bath tub or hot spring. Owyn found himself spending a lot of time on her large, firm breasts and her thick ass and thighs. When they were finished, they dried off and dressed in traveling clothes. Lexi changed her form back to that of the incredibly sexy human redhead, just in case they ran into anyone along the way.

“So you really built this place?” Owyn asked as he finished getting his armor on and then pulled his backpack into place.

“Yes. Why, you don't believe me?” Lexi replied.

“No, I do. I just...well, I guess there was a question in my head about it because, you know, everything you told me up to a point was a lie. And, I'm not upset about that, I can understand your logic and hesitation, but that meant that everything else was called into question, too. Including this shack. It seems just as likely that you found it and co-opted it for your own use,” Owyn explained. He made sure he had everything.

“Fair enough,” Lexi replied. They left the shack and came to stand together. The rain had largely receded by then, merely a thin mist that was mostly taken away by the thick canopy overhead. “But yes, I built it over the course of a few weeks. It's easier, when you're a demon, you know? I have magic to help and I have strength in this body.”

They started walking.

“So can you become, like, anyone?” Owyn asked.

“No. I can't become men. Only women. Male lust demons are called incubi, or an incubus. I can become basically any woman, however. Only for so long, though. The more I focus, the more I can take on the appearance and personality of a person...wait, let me back up for a moment. So how it works is, I approach a guy and offer him the deal. Then, using his impressions and thoughts and memories, I become the woman he desires most. Though, you know, adjusted. Maybe he wished she had bigger tits or different color eyes or was a bit shorter, something like that. I take on her physical likeness, and I have her voice and I can act like her. Little habits or tendencies or certain phrases...though that isn't as important during the sex, which is why I'm there to begin with,” Lexi explained.

“Huh...so you become, like, the hot girl down the road or the lord's daughter or something?” Owyn replied.

“Yes...well, sometimes.”

“What do you mean? That's not common?”

“No, it is. It's just that usually, well...I become the subject's sister or mother or cousin.”

Owyn stopped, then laughed. “Really?” he replied.

“Yeah.”

Owyn shook his head, kept laughing, and then started walking again. “Wow.”

“You find it funny?”

“Yes, in a way. I mean, here we are, everyone gives people who are into sleeping with, like, felis and beryl and mermaids, loads of crap, and they're all secretly wanting to fuck their mothers and sisters. I mean, just...wow.”

“Do you disapprove?”

“Oh, no, not at all. I don't care. I don't have a sister and I'm not personally attracted to my mom, but I wouldn't care if the guy next door was having sex with his own sister. I mean, if they're both consenting adults, then what's the big deal? Unless you make it someone's business or someone's getting hurt or taken advantage of, then who you're having sex with and what kind of sex you're having is nobody's business.”

“That's a very fair point...and if more people were as open about sex as you were, I think I'd be out of a job,” Lexi replied.

Owyn laughed.

They kept walking.

…

It took them about two hours to find Molly.

Owyn wasn't sure they'd find her at all, given the distance he'd traveled since meeting her and the fact that it was a huge forest, not to mention the time between now and their initial encounter. But Lexi assured him that she had certain...powers. Not just tracking powers, (she could track Molly by the 'spiritual-sexual residue' she'd left on Owyn), but also a sort of calling. She admitted, sheepishly, that it was how she got Owyn to make his way up to Stafford since although that wasn't where she had been at the time, it was where she wanted to meet him.

Molly appeared suddenly, her shadow falling across the ground from overhead, and she landed on a branch.

Owyn and Lexi both stopped and looked up. “Hello, Owyn...who's your friend?” Molly asked. She didn't sound too pleased.

Despite this, Owyn couldn't help but smirk. “Are you jealous?” he asked.

“What? No!” she snapped. “Of course not.”

“Molly, relax. Come down here. Her name is Lexi,” Owyn replied. “We've been looking for you,” he added.

“Looking for me?” She spread her powerful, gray-feathered wings and flapped them a few times, lowering herself with a grace that still impressed and slightly awed Owyn. She landed easily on the ground a few feet in front of them. “Why?”

“You were right, Owyn, she's beautiful,” Lexi murmured.

“Well, uh...” Owyn hesitated, suddenly awkward again. Why was it always so strange for him to just talk about sex?

“We want to have a threesome with you,” Lexi said smoothly.

“You do?” Molly asked, sounding a bit uncertain.

“Yes. Also, I'm a succubus.” Suddenly, standing beside him was Lexi in her true form, six and a half feet tall, pink-skinned, horns and a tail and everything.

“Whoa,” Molly said, staring intently at her. “I've heard of succubi before but...I've never seen one. Wow you are hot.”

Lexi laughed. “Thank you. You're pretty hot yourself. So, what do you say? You want to have a threesome with us?”

“Yeah, definitely. I'm down for it,” Molly replied. “I saw a nice little clearing not far from here. A lot like the one Owyn first fucked me in. Let's go there.”

Owyn and Lexi both agreed and came forward. They each took one of Molly's long-fingered, gray-skinned hands and started walking, letting her lead the way. As they walked, Owyn took another look at Molly. She was still as attractive as before. She was tall and slim, her body athletic and trim, her skin a dull gray but largely unblemished. Her face was tall and narrow, a bit angular, with hints of elf and avian, and also very pretty. Her short, messy red hair was still extremely sexy. He wasn't sure why, but he really had a thing for redheads.

They found the clearing quickly. It was indeed a lot like the one he had first made love to Molly in. The trees provided a nice natural wall around the area, giving them a bit a privacy. For a moment, they all simple stood there and looked at each other. The rain had stopped, thankfully, but Owyn worried that it was a little too cold to be naked. Though, as soon as the thought entered his head, it was almost immediately ejected.

There was no way he was not doing this.

He took off his backpack, set it down and then started undressing. As he did, Lexi decided to take the initiative, walked right up to Molly and started kissing the harpy. Owyn became enthralled, caught in a battle between simply watching the two beautiful, inhuman women begin to make out with and grope each other and getting naked as quickly as possible so he could join in. The urge to join won out and he quickly finished stripping.

Molly seemed very happy to be receiving the attention from the succubus. She ran her hands over the taller woman's voluptuous body, giving her tits a good squeeze before reaching around and down, cupping Lexi's thick, bare ass in her big harpy hands. Lexi was just as eager, just as probing, running her pink hands across the harpy's body. Owyn approached both women now that he was naked, and they stopped their kissing.

Almost immediately, Molly wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips against his. She kissed him passionately, sliding her tongue into his mouth, probing, searching for his own. As he began groping one of her breasts, he saw Lexi go down onto her knees. Without hesitation, she began to both suck off Owyn, who was already hard and ready to go, and finger Molly, who let out a surprised cry of pleasure. For anyone else, Owyn imagined this task would be difficult and a bit taxing, but Lexi seemed completely at ease with it.

He supposed being a succubus helped.

Both he and Molly continued moaning as they made out, eventually having to stop and lean on each other for support because it was becoming too difficult to focus on making out and the pleasure. Lexi continued working them both, her pace and rhythm perfect. She brought them both to the edge of ecstasy, then stopped, pulling back, staring up at them and smiling. Owyn took a deep breath and let it out, trying to calm himself back down.

“You ready to fuck?” she asked.

“Yeah...what was it you said you wanted to do?” Owyn replied.

“I wanted Molly to eat me out while you fuck her from behind,” Lexi said.

“Wait...will that even work? I thought you could only experience pleasure that your partner was feeling and you had to be the one doing it?”

“Wait, what?” Molly asked.

“Comes with being a succubus and to answer your question ahead of time, no, I can't masturbate,” Lexi replied.

“Holy shit, that sucks!”

“I know. But that's what I'm hoping to discover. See, I've never actually tried it. I'm hoping that I can feel pleasure from my partner whether or not I'm the one providing it. This seems like a great way to find out.”

“Fine by me,” Owyn replied. “If it doesn't work, we can just switch it up.”

“I'm ready,” Molly said.

They all got into position. Lexi laid down on her back, her long, pink legs spread open wide. Molly, who seemed to have no problem with this arrangement, got down on her hands and knees, spreading her beautiful wings wide and presenting her great ass to Owyn, who got onto his knees behind her.

Knowing that he had to start fucking Molly to get this thing started, he moved forward a little, positioning himself properly, and put the head of his dick up against her tight opening. He heard Molly give out a little gasp as he did this, then she cried out, her head already buried in Lexi's crotch, as he pushed himself inside of her.

He groaned, automatically leaning forward, partially hunched over her, elbows bent, hands planted firmly on her hips, thumbs on her ass. Owyn started thrusting into her, pounding her, causing her to cry out even louder, her voice muffled by Lexi's thighs and the sounds of their flesh meeting, slapping together, over and over.

“Oh my-it's working!” Lexi cried. “I can't believe it! It's working! Oh it feels so good, Molly! Eat my pussy, Molly!” she screamed.

They all kept going like this. Owyn realized that he had missed Molly a great deal as he fucked her from behind, staring down at her hot, fit ass and then up at her great wings. An idea struck him and he reached down and around. Realizing that he could effectively pleasure both women simultaneously, he found Molly's clit and began working it. She responded immediately, crying out even louder, and then so did Lexi.

He kept going, rubbing her clit faster and harder. In their time together, he'd learned that Molly was one of the women who was okay with rougher treatment down there. Fucking her and stimulating her at the same time was a bit of a task and he envied Lexi her abilities in that regard, but after a few moments of it something happened. Molly's insides twitched and began to get a lot hotter and wetter. She let out a long cry of pleasure as she began to orgasm and her voice was joined almost immediately by Lexi, who was coming too.

It felt as if Lexi's control had slipped, because, suddenly, Owyn lost his ability to hold back his own orgasm. He had felt her vague sort of sexual control throughout their encounter and had counted on it to hold him at the edge of orgasm, like she always did before, but now it practically exploded out of him. He cried out as he started coming inside of Molly's tight pussy, lost in the wet heat of her pink insides.

Owyn added his own voice to the women's as he came, joining them in the moment of ecstasy, feeling his dick pulse and throb with raw pleasure as he spilled his seed into Molly's harpy pussy. He continued shooting his load into her, feeling her own muscles twitch and spasm, her juices escaping, until he was at the edge of unconsciousness. He held himself upright for a moment longer, hanging in the balance, a sort of white light filling in his vision, then it started to recede and he let out a long, deep breath.

Pulling out, Owyn collapsed onto the ground next to the others. Molly had fallen forward, her head pillowed on Lexi's large breasts, both of them breathing heavily, sweaty, trying to get themselves back under control.

“I'm very glad you tracked me down,” Molly murmured.

“Me too,” Lexi said. “You were a great third for this threesome. Now, the two of you, get your strength back, because I've got a great idea for the next one.”

…

“Holy shit,” Owyn said, staring.

The rabbit he'd shot with his new crossbow was stuck to the trunk of a tree, dead. The crossbow was extremely effective. It was the first time he'd used the thing. Well, the first time he'd used it on a living thing. He'd been practicing on other things over the past few days. As he started pulling the bolt out, Owyn reflected on the recent past. It had been about three days since Lexi had insisted the two of them hunt down his old flame, Molly the Harpy. They'd spent two days together, most of the time split between either fucking in a clearing or relaxing in a hot spring they'd tracked down. Okay, and fucking in the hot spring, too.

At the end of the second day, Molly had said that she needed to be getting back to her life, thanked them both and flew off. Owyn and Lexi had walked back to her shack and almost immediately gone to sleep. Well, Owyn had, he still had no idea if Lexi slept. He'd never actually seen her asleep, as she was still awake when he drifted off and up before he was. She did lay down with him, though. That was always nice.

Owyn pulled the bolt from the rabbit, rubbed the blood off on his pants and replaced it. He grabbed the rabbit and went off in search of another one. Lexi said that she didn't need to eat but sometimes she liked to and she'd particularly developed a taste for rabbit, prepared over a spit-roast with some spices and herbs added. She'd sent Owyn off to find a couple of them while she readied the fire and the other things.

He wrapped the rabbit in a cloth and put it into his backpack, then began making his way slowly through the forest, looking for another rabbit. As he did this, he reflected that he really liked the way his life was going. It was...simple. Easy. Sure there were the everyday hardships of traveling long distances or fighting the occasional creature or having to set up his own camp at dusk every day, but that didn't bother him.

These tasks were actually pleasant. And sometimes he didn't even have to do that. Like now, for instance. All he had to do was hunt a few rabbits. He had a place to sleep, a beautiful woman to share simple pleasures with. Even if some people might condemn him for shacking up with a literal demon in a little, one-room building in the middle of nowhere. But those people could screw off. It wasn't like this was his life, more like this was his life right now. He was pretty sure it would be completely different a week from now.

There.

A rabbit.

Owyn paused, slowly raised the crossbow, took aim and fired. Hardly any time passed at all before the rabbit was nailed to a tree. Owyn let out a slow whistle as he lowered the crossbow and crossed the distance between them. Almost like magic, except he knew that it wasn't. Well, not entirely. It was magically treated against corrosion and breakdown, but he knew it could function perfectly well without any magical aide.

Recovering the rabbit and the bolt, Owyn began heading back home.

…

By the time he got back, Lexi had built a fire-pit and a spit-roast in a little clearing next to the cabin. She had pulled out a pair of chairs and set them a comfortable distance from the dormant pit. She heard him coming and turned to face him. She was in her natural form and naked. When Owyn had once asked about it, she said she didn't like clothes, they were uncomfortable. He decided he should be happy about that.

She was quite a wonder to look at.

“You got them?” she asked.

“I did indeed,” Owyn replied.

As he continued approaching the cabin, he hesitated. Something was...off. At first, he had absolutely no idea why he even thought that. It was more instinctual than intellectual. It wasn't some kind of danger instinct. Something else. Slowly, he looked around him, studying the area. After a moment, it finally came to him. There was a lot of magic in the air. Lexi must have been concocting some kind of epic spell.

“What is that?” he asked. “The magic...there's a ton of it.” He felt a bit stupefied by such a sharp concentration.

“Two spells,” Lexi replied. “I was hoping to try something a little...different, tonight. That's part of the reason I had you get the rabbits. I needed some peace of mind to cast.”

“Different how?” Owyn replied, approaching her. He shrugged out of his pack, knelt and retrieved the rabbits.

Lexi accepted them and she walked into the shack. Owyn joined her.

“I have a friend, from the infernal plains. She's always been a little curious about me and my job and what I do. We've been in contact. She wants to...well, she's always wanted to try having sex with a human,” Lexi explained.

She set the rabbits down on a table and began skinning and prepping them with a brutal efficiency.

“And the magic is to summon her?” Owyn replied.

“Some of it is. But what I've really been working on is making everything here flameproof,” Lexi said, a bit sheepishly.

“Flameproof? What kind of demon is she?”

“...a flame elemental.”

Owyn stared at her for a long moment. Lexi was focusing on the rabbits. “You want me to fuck a flame elemental?”

“Yes.”

“So...I'm not exactly up to snuff on things from the infernal regions, but isn't a flame elemental basically just...living fire? I mean, is it even female? How could I even do that? Do they even have sexual desire?” Owyn replied.

“Yes. She's definitely female. And they have sex...kind of. It's a bit complicated. I don't want to get into it. Honestly, I don't think I could explain to you how reproduction between flame elementals works. But look, it is possible. I'm sure. It'll just take a bit more...work. Some of my sexual energies will need to be harnessed and focused...” He must have had a skeptical look on his face because she stopped messing with the rabbits, wiped her hands off on a cloth, and walked over to him. Lexi placed her hands on his shoulder. “I guess I should have asked the all-important question: are you okay with doing this?” she asked.

“Um, I mean...I guess so. If it's safe and if I'm attracted to her, then yeah.”

Lexi let out a sigh of relief. “Okay. Good. I'm sorry I assumed. I mean, I figured you'd be down for it. She's beautiful. Or, I mean, she can make herself beautiful. Fire elementals have that ability. And yes, it's safe. I can imbue you with magic and make you fireproof as well. I'm hoping you'll find the experience quite pleasurable.”

“I have similar hopes. How long before she arrives?” Owyn replied.

“Well, that's the thing. The fireproof spell and the initial groundwork spell I had to lay before I open the portal to the infernal plains themselves took it out of me a bit. I need a break. So we'll eat and relax and then I'll bring her here.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Owyn replied.

Lexi finished with the rabbits, brought them outside, started up the fire and got them going on the spit-roast. She also hit it with a spell that kept it turning on its own at an even, steady pace, something that always impressed Owyn.

They both sat down near the fire in the chairs.

“So...I'm curious. Can you get in trouble for any of this?” Owyn asked after a moment of silence passed between them.

“What do you mean?” Lexi replied.

“I mean...who do you report to? There must be some kind of structure or something. I don't know. I mean, I guess, what's your motivation? You call it your job.”

“Yeah. It is. Well, more in the sense that it's my purpose. It's what I was created for. I suppose I could just...leave. Live somewhere else, do something else. But it wouldn't be worth it. A lot of people paint demons as evil but we aren't really. I mean, we're personifications of certain motivations. I'm a living incarnation of lust but I'm not a home-wrecker. At least, not intentionally. I don't sleep with anyone who doesn't want to cheat on their wife or girlfriend. I don't tempt men into intentionally shady deals. They know what they're getting into. My kind doesn't so much create evil as...take advantage of the evil that already exists.”

“Huh,” Owyn replied.

“As for your other question, I largely supervise myself. I mean, so long as I'm doing my job, my 'bosses' don't really care what I do. I've been at this for a long time, so they trust me and my judgment. Technically speaking, I'm on vacation right now.”

“For how long?”

“If I really wanted to? The length of your lifetime.”

“Oh. Wow...how old are you?”

“About two thousand years old. Time moves...differently, for demons.”

“So what about the trouble? I mean, isn't it against the rules or something to sleep with a guy and not take some of his life force?”

“No, not as such. It's just not encouraged, but, like I said, there isn't that much oversight. They let us operate freely.”

She stood up then and moved over to the rabbit. Checking it over, she nodded to herself, walked back into the shack and returned with a glass jar that was topped with a lid that had holes in it. As the spit-roast turned, she began shaking the jar over the rabbits. A fine dusting of what he realized were the ground up herbs and seasonings slowly began to coat the rabbit meat. She paused, studied the rabbits again, shook out a bit more of the seasoning mix, then returned it to the shack and came back out to sit with him.

“How did you get to know this flame elemental?” Owyn asked.

“It's been so long...I'd have to think about it for a minute. Hmm...oh, yes! Now I remember. She needed help burning someone's house down. It's a little convoluted as to why, but suffice to say the man of the house needed to be, how did she put it? 'Otherwise engaged'. So I seduced him on his way home from work, got him to spend the night with me in an inn. It was fun. We got to talking after that and became good friends.”

“What's her name?”

“Another long, complicated, demon-language name. You can call her Ember. It's the name she chose for herself when moving along the mortal realms.”

“Pretty name.”

“I thought so, too.”

Before long, the rabbits were ready. Owyn and Lexi each took one and ate it by the fire. They drank bottles of chilled liquid, Owyn a bottle of blueberry juice, Lexi a bottle of pungent smelling wine.

“I've never seen you drunk,” Owyn said, in between bites.

“I basically can't get drunk. Buzzed, sorta. Tipsy, if I drink a lot. But not drunk. Something about my body chemistry.” She shrugged. “Drunk is something I aspire to, someday. I figure it's just a matter of time and booze. I like the buzz, though.”

They ate their rabbits and let the food settle. By the time Lexi felt up to the task of summoning her fellow demon, (were elementals demons, or did they just live in the same region, Owyn wondered), it was approaching evening.

“How long will this take?” he asked.

“Not long,” Lexi replied.

In the end, it didn't take long at all. They moved to the front of the shack and Lexi began her spell. Owyn had expected there to be more, some long, intricate incantation or something. But really, Lexi just said a few things in a language that gave him a headache to listen to and then, in a puff of smoke and a flash of light, suddenly, someone new was standing there with them. Owyn coughed and took a step back.

He studied her.

The first thing that struck him was how strange it was to be sexually attracted to something that was basically a human-shaped flame. She was a bit on the short side, maybe a few inches over five feet, and shapely. There were nice curves to her chest and hips. Her 'hair' was about shoulder-length and framed her face, which was, in its own odd way, very beautiful. Her face was fuller, more filled out than Lexi's.

She was also naked.

Probably the oddest thing about her was that everything about her was flame, a low, dull orange flame that was slowly and constantly shifting. She seemed less like an individual being with several different parts and more like she was carved from a single block of fire and then granted life. She was smiling.

“Hello,” she said. Her voice sounded surprisingly normal, though each word had a slight hiss to it, like water being dripped onto a particularly heated surface.

“Hi...you are really pretty,” Owyn replied, unable of anything else to say.

Her smile widened and her flame-skin subtly shifted from the dull orange to a brighter red.

Lexi snorted and laughed. “You made her blush.”

“Shut up, Lexi,” Ember complained.

“I'm Owyn,” Owyn said, trying to be diplomatic.

“Ember,” she replied, and took a step towards him.

“Wait!” Lexi said, suddenly coming closer. “I haven't flameproofed him yet. Hold on.”

“I like how responsible and together you are, Lexi,” Ember said, crossing her arms.

Lexi rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Bitch about it,” she muttered, though not unkindly.

She muttered a few quick words in that odd language that came from another dimension, placed a hand on Owyn's head and suddenly he felt a calming, soothing heat shoot over and through his entire being, enveloping him.

“There,” she said. “Now the fun can begin. Let's go inside. And before you ask, yes, I flameproofed the shack and everything in it.”

“Good,” Ember said.

She stuck out her hand. Owyn took it. It felt solid enough and though he expected some great heat, it was comfortably warm. They walked, together, linked by the hands, fingers laced, into the shack behind Lexi.

“Will you be joining us?” Ember asked.

“I thought I'd be a voyeur this time around,” Lexi replied.

“Hot,” Ember said. She turned to fully face Owyn. “So, how do you want to do this? I've...done things before, but I'm not sure how humans go about doing...it.”

“You are so cute when you're nervous,” Lexi said.

“Shut up!” Ember said, briefing cutting her gaze to Lexi, who just smirked at her and blew a kiss. Ember sighed. “So...guide me.”

“Okay. Tell me if I'm doing anything that's making you uncomfortable or if you want to stop,” Owyn replied as he began undressing.

“I doubt we'll run into either of those...but thank you. I appreciate that.”

Owyn finished undressing and stood naked before both women. A thought occurred to him. “So, I mean...you look like how you look because that's how women look. But does that mean that your body works the same way? I mean, if I did foreplay on you, would it work?”

“Not...as such. What we'll be having isn't so much sex as the idea of sex, which is a lot, well, simpler, than foreplay. I'm familiar with sex, not so much with foreplay. So I think it'd be better if we, you know, kissed for a bit and then got down to it.”

“Okay,” Owyn replied.

“Sorry if it's not quite what you were expecting.”

“No, it's fine. I'm okay with this,” Owyn replied.

They got into bed together. Owyn felt nervous, as this whole situation was a bit odd, but he was also getting very excited now. He and Ember laid side by side. For a second, they both kind of stared at each other, then Owyn realized he'd have to get this going. He leaned and pressed his lips against hers. She let out a small sound of pleasure and kissed him back. Owyn laid a hand on one of her large breasts. It felt very much like a real breast. He started groping it, gently massaging it, then let go and wrapped an arm around her.

Ember wrapped her own arm around him and deepened the kiss. He placed his hand lower, on the swell of her bare ass, and began groping her there as well. She kept kissing him and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She seemed slightly surprised but not unpleasantly so and she began twining her own tongue with his. As he ran his hands over her body, he found her skin to be almost too perfect. It was utterly flawless, totally smooth, very pleasantly heated. He thought it would feel like it was constantly shifting, since that's what it looked like it was doing, but he realized that it was more of a visual effect than a physical one.

After a moment, she pulled back. “Can we, uh, you know...”

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” Owyn replied.

Ember got onto her back and spread her legs wide for him, practically doing the splits. He got into position between her legs, running his hands briefly across her thick thighs, admiring them, then guided his cock into her. Ember immediately let out a low, slow groan of pleasure as he penetrated her. Owyn pushed his dick smoothly into her. She was very tight, very hot, and quite slick. Clearly, the idea of sex was strong with her.

The sexual bliss was immediate and powerful as Owyn began burying his cock inside of her over and over again. He reached forward and groped her large breasts while he fucked her. Ember began crying out in pleasure, the sound noisy in the close confines of the shack. He let go of her breasts as an idea took him, reached out and grabbed her ankles. Bringing her legs together and then pushing them back, he found that this fire elemental was quite flexible. Balancing on his knees, Owyn guided Ember's hands to hold her own ankles in place, then rested his hands on the backs of her thighs, then he really started fucking her.

She let out a scream of surprised pleasure as he began thrusting into her harder and deeper. The pleasure continued building and building as he made love to her. The thought kept reverberating through his mind that he was actually having sex with a fire elemental. It seemed impossible, utterly unreal, and yet here she was, writhing around on a bed in front of him, taking his dick. He suddenly wondered how long the spell that protected him would last. Surely Lexi would warn him if he was leaving it too long...

He glanced over at her. She was staring at them intently from a chair across the shack, breathing heavily, hand between her thick thighs.

Okay...maybe she was too distracted.

“You want to switch positions?” Ember asked suddenly.

“Yeah, sure. What do you want?” Owyn replied.

“From behind.”

“Fine by me.”

Whenever something like this happened, Owyn often tried to shift positions without pulling out. Missionary to doggystyle was probably the most difficult, but it was doable. He stared the procedure by sliding down, getting on his shins and maneuvering Ember's legs to his left, laying them one on top of the other, then getting her to lie on her side. From here, he carefully brought one leg over hers while simultaneously having her shift slowly onto her stomach. He was still in, (she was very slick inside, making all this maneuvering that much easier), so he went on with the next part. Both of them rose up onto their knees, (Ember her hands and knees), at the same time, keeping his hips against her well-formed ass.

“There,” he said.

“Wow,” Ember murmured. “That was nice.”

“It's about to get nicer.”

Owyn kept her legs pressed together between his knees, then he grabbed her ass and started fucking her from behind. Ember let out a long cry of ecstasy as he started pounding her hard, burying his cock within her tight, pleasurable flame-flesh again and again. The sexual bliss was burning through him now, threatening orgasm.

“Ember,” Owyn gasped. “Will you-can you orgasm?”

She shook her head. “No. I...my body can't quite manage it. Do you want to?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Owyn replied. “I-sorry, very close, can't help it,” he managed.

“It's fine. Come in me. I want to feel it. I want to know how it feels in me,” she replied.

“Thank you.”

Owyn kept going, giving himself completely to her, to the climax that was welling within him. It didn't take long. Suddenly, he was letting off, his dick spurting and twitching as he shot a thick, hot load into a fire elemental's pussy. He cried out, hunching forward in that way that he always seemed to during doggystyle, a way he couldn't help. Waves of pleasure flowed through him, radiating out from his core as he came in her.

The orgasm tapered off before too long and he pulled out of her and laid down. “How did it feel?” he asked.

“Kind of weird, but it was nice,” Ember replied.

She laid down beside him and smiled.

“You enjoy the show?” she asked Lexi.

“Lots,” Lexi replied.

“Was the sex what you were hoping for?” Owyn asked.

“Yes. It was great. Thank you. I didn't believe Lexi when she said she'd found a human willing to make love to me. What about you? Did you find the experience to your liking?”

“Definitely, Ember. You're beautiful and a great fuck,” Owyn replied.

Ember laughed. “Thanks,” she said.

As Owyn laid there with her, staring at the ceiling, basking in the afterglow of fantastic sex, he realized that he...was happy. He was content. This felt right. This was what he wanted in his life, and he was okay with that.

He was happy.

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