Chapter 1: ASSisted Worship
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The moon hangs high in the shimmering night sky above the western forests of Gaust. A cool, comforting summer breeze dances wistfully through the low hills and tall trees of the Republic’s arboretum of a border. Many travelers cross through these woods going to and fro, which alongside its hospitable atmosphere, results in many a campsite being constructed within. It seems our small group of adventurers themselves are doing just that, perhaps due to it’s comfortable camping reputation, or just it’s proximity to their recent venture. The party, seemingly 5 heads strong at a glance, have built themselves a comfy camp for the night, no doubt exhausted from a long day of wandering.
Around the campfire sits a roguish man, with light brown hair and a handsome face, Aldis usually serves as the party’s face, alongside his Dark Elf lover Enna, who’s finishing setting up their tent a small distance away.
Enna’s striking white hair, and brown skin draws many people’s eyes toward her, but not nearly as much as her rather large ass.
To Aldis’s right is the group’s magical expert, a one time-Imperial Mage named Natalia, despite her shapely body and upper crust appearance, she’s a very thoughtful and caring woman. Her prodigious breasts are often flaunted as her fashion sense draws apt attention toward them.
Working on the tents with Enna is an absolute mountain of a woman, Sula, a tribal warrior from the Southern Continent. A very odd and exotic sight, her tanned, chiseled body is usually almost fully on display, as she’s usually scantily dressed.
And perhaps the most mundane of them all is a rather unassumingly small village lad, by the name of Niles. Niles is a good-natured young man that begged the party to take him along just a few weeks prior. Joining the group with nothing but his father’s sword, and a few changes of clothes, he bid farewell to his loving mother. Despite seeming rather unskilled and useless, years of working in his family’s “Adventurer’s Sundries” store has led to him developing many useful equipment maintenance skills, which the party’s blacksmith, who is currently absent from the group, had the eye to appreciate. Despite his good nature, he’s had a hard time keeping his mind clean, being around 3 gorgeous women on the daily has begun to get the boy worked up beyond belief.
While the rest of the party casually chat about this and that while setting up camp, Niles toys with his first adventurer’s trinket, a rather mundane necklace he found in their earlier “dungeon crawl”. The necklace itself hasn’t much to it. Being made out of a rather crude looking white stone, or perhaps animal bone? The only sort of marking on it appears to be a small set of runes around the stone, with a large “M” like symbol in the middle. Niles feels uneasy about it, the rest of the party claim it’s completely worthless, “unenchanted” Natalia claims. But he feels like there may be SOMETHING more to it that they’re not aware of. Or perhaps he’s just paranoid.
“Gods, that last job was a bust huh?” Aldis comments, tossing more kindling into the campfire, “Usually old ruins like that have at least SOME sort of treasure to sneak out with…”
A wry smile stretches across Natalia’s face, “Did you forget the amazing artifact our little Niles happened across?” throwing a smile towards the newest member of the party causing him to chuckle awkwardly, she continues, “It was a pretty well known area Aldis, remember we were sent there merely to scare away some local hooligans…”
“At least it was some old Elven ruins, I don’t think I’d appreciate dealing with the contraptions and traps in a Dwarven one without getting paid.” the ragged man grumbles before fishing around in his pack for a small flask.
“Oh I don’t know, Elven ruins always make me feel rather… uncomfortable…” Enna speaks up, walking over to the campfire alongside the large, muscular Sula.
The two women sit down, Enna next to her lover Aldis, who has quickly found his flask and begins drinking, while Sula plants herself on the ground on the opposite side of Niles.
A look of slight surprise paints over Natalia’s face, “Oh? Really? I figured being well, an Elf, you’d feel a bit more in your element.” placing a fingertip to her lip, the witch quickly continues, “Ah forgive me, I almost forgot you’re from the southern deserts, Elves there are rather different than the local variety, yes?”
Throwing the witch a rather dirty look, Enna replies, “Weren’t you a history professor before you joined our merry little band Natalia? And besides you’ve known me for a while now, the differences should be obvious…” Letting out a heavy sigh, the brown-skinned elf continues, “That’s not really why if I’m honest though, the elves from my homeland have multiple religious differences from the northern elves, but in general I’m just not a very religious woman. Being around all of those old statues and temples makes me feel… off. If that makes sense.”
“Oh no, I understand you completely Enna dear,” Natalia half-responds, leaning forward towards the campfire before prodding it with a small stick, “Well, perhaps not completely. As I don’t get spooked by mere stonework and tapestry, I’m not a very religious woman myself however, so I can understand that sort of apprehension. Back home in Rimalmaris though, I assume those views are less amiable than in the Empire. Hells, even people in the Vassal States tend to find such ungodliness... offputting.”
“Yeah… Perhaps that’s one reason I feel that way…” the elf quietly answered.
Niles meanwhile, remains quiet throughout this conversation, both because he feels he has little to add, as well as being currently enraptured by Natalia’s VERY visible cleavage.
After a brief moment of silence, save for the consistent crackle of the fire, Natalia turns her eyes toward their muscular companion,“What about you, Sula? You’ve been as characteristically quiet as usual. What’s your relationship with religion?” she asks with a disarming grin.
The large woman sat silently for a while, almost as if she didn’t really understand the question.
“Hmm, where I am from, the happiness of the land and our ancestors is the most important.” She finally answers.
“Oh? And what does that entail exactly?” the curious witch responds. Pushing her prodigious bust into Niles in an attempt to get closer to the large woman. Causing the boy to almost faint.
Heaving a small sigh that sends her large breasts bouncing, she answers, “I am… flattered, that you are interested Natalia, but trust my words. It would take many hours for one as unskilled with your tongue as I to describe my people’s customs to you.”
Letting out a small giggle, Enna interjects, “Oh, just humor her Sula, give her a simplified version, if that isn’t rude to ask.”
“Just know that our customs are centered around our… ‘faith’. All we do is in service to that.” Sula curtly answers.
“Ok ladies! Enough with the religious talk! Despite how I feel, our new member did great today on his first dungeon dive! Why don’t we celebrate a little!” Aldis half-drunkenly yells. Causing Enna to roll her eyes.
“Wh- No it’s fine sir! You don’t need to interrupt the ladies talk for me!” Niles stutters out quickly, not wanting to be a bother over something so small.
Natalia smiles, before pulling out a small wine flask from her own pack, “Oho~ You’re right, our little Niles even came back with a little artifact to show for it~” running her lithe hand along Nile’s new necklace, she quickly grabs a hold of it, “Speaking of which the little adventurer should be wearing his prize!”
Quickly moving her arms around Niles, she snaps the odd, glimmering necklace around the boy’s neck. Niles may have protested if he wasn’t being smothered by her sweetly scented cleavage.
“There we go! The man of the hour’s all geared up~” Natalia flamboyantly declares, pointing Niles out to the small camp that’s already fully aware of his presence.
“Aw shucks, Ms. Natalia… you really don’t need to flatter me or anything…” Niles demurely states as he rubs the back of his head nervously.
Despite being with the party for a few weeks now, he’s yet to grow comfortable around them. Natalia and Aldis have been trying to make him feel at home, yet Enna has made it clear she doesn’t really want him traveling with them. Not to mention Sula, and her piercing silence.
Aldis makes his way around the party and puts a hand on Nile’s shoulder, “Here boy, you look parched, and the hero should NEVER be parched!”, pushing a small tankard into the boy’s hands, the rather drunk looking man gives him an awkward wink before going back to his comfy log.
Niles IS very parched after such a long day, a long day of being around 3 of the most attractive women he’s ever seen of course. He quickly chugs down the contents of the tankard while Natalia and Aldis begin singing some horribly off key campfire tune.
Sula smiles in her corner of their little campfire circle, taking the time to sort through her bags for tomorrow. Enna meanwhile was visibly bothered by something.
“Aldis you didn’t just give that boy alcohol did you!?” she angrily whispers to her drunken, singing lover, garnering no response as he’s fully inside his own little musical world by this point.
Sighing, the elf shoots a look toward Niles, meeting his now half-drunken gaze. A gaze which would normally quickly be dispersed by meeting the Elven woman’s eyes, but in his current state, is glued to her shapely body despite her awareness.
Normally, she would be appalled by such brazen, lecherous behavior, even if a result of a drunken stupor but instead she merely stands up and delicately makes her way over to Niles. Once in range she snatches the almost empty tankard from the drunken boys hands and tosses it toward Aldis’s bags.
“I know you’re no child, but that swill isn’t any good for you boy. You’re already an unreliable klutz without the help.” Enna chides, bending over to meet Niles half aware gaze before pivoting on her heel to turn away.
Before she makes it far, Niles surprisingly speaks up, “Hey Ennaa~” he stumbles out, grabbing her attention. His eyes were firmly glued to her shapely ass even as she turned her head around to meet his. “Do aaallll elves have HUGE asses? Haha~ I know you were talkin’ bout Elfen religion earrrlier but I don’t see why they wouldn jush worship their own asses! I KNOW I wouldn mind worshippin it!”
Niles drunken stupor of a question hangs in the air. Aldis is passed out, and Natalia has ceased singing, instead trying to hide an amused smile. Despite how ridiculous the question was, and how out of nowhere it seemed to come. Niles wasn’t even that drunk. Being unused to alcohol he simply blurted out the question that was at the front of his mind, despite how stupid it was. He almost immediately realized what he just asked, and began to panic. Failing to notice as his new necklace begins to faintly glow with a hazy purple light.
Enna, still looking over her shoulder at Niles, begins to respond, both confused and angry at the odd question she was just lambasted with she firmly plants her hands on her hips and opens her mouth to lecture the drunken fool. Before being covered in an encompassing haze of purple.
“Niles. Why would you even ask me such a ridiculous question?” She ponders, exasperated by the question’s stupidity. Sighing, she continues to chide the boy. “Of course they do Niles, I haven’t the faintest idea what you were even ASKING! How much Alcohol did Aldis give you…”
Niles meanwhile isn’t paying her odd words any mind. His attention is fully planted on Enna’s shapely rear. Enna’s ass is certainly a rather healthy size, very well shaped and grope-able, it is very much one of her best assets. However this isn’t why Niles couldn’t peel his eyes away.
Enna’s already rather impressive ass, appears to be… growing? Niles’s already befuddled mind could hardly parse what he was seeing until the sound of ripping shorts draws his attention. Enna’s ass begins growing far beyond it’s original size, the sound of bulging flesh and ripping cloth accompanies it’s steady expansion, the cracking and reshaping of the Elven woman’s hips and pelvis can be heard as well, widening to accommodate her new derriere. The smooth mocha shade of her cheeks seeps through every new hole they rip into her tightening shorts. Every pulse of growth sends the unreal amount of ass fat jiggling like a series of waves, her lower body quickly overcoming her shoulders in width, before continuing their growth. Her shorts are quickly swallowed within her massive ass crack, before being completely destroyed by the unstoppable, quaking power of her ever-enlarging ass, leaving her massive, chocolate lower body fully exposed.
“Wwaah! Uhhh, E-Enna!” Niles was panicking, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, despite it being right in front of him. Looking over to Natalia, Niles saw the witch smiling at him and Enna, seemingly oblivious to the latter’s condition. “Enna! Your ass is grow-” Before the boy could even form his sentence, the odd hazy sparkle that had encompassed Enna did the same to Niles, clouding his thoughts.
During her posterior’s progress, Enna’s shapely legs were growing and altering as well, her smooth elven thighs were growing in circumference alongside her overshadowing booty, becoming large, cushy expanses of soft leg flesh. The bones in her legs audibly crack and grow with the elongation of her beautiful, graceful gams as her entire lower body reforms to accommodate it’s new role. What were once lithe, elegant limbs that carried the elven dancer with grace, have quickly perverted into absurdly shapely, meat pillars designed to support the unfathomable weight of her ever enlarging ass cheeks. Despite the titanic, fecund form the rest of Enna’s lower body has become, her delicate, elven feet remain unaltered, their small, graceful contrast help her opulent new legs form an elegantly tapered silhouette.
Meanwhile, her long, thigh boots were stretched beyond their limits, ripping and tearing at their seams as they quickly slipped down her elongating legs to become a battered pair of knee boots.
Eventually the rhythmic growth of her fattening ass finally ceases, leaving her upper body comically dwarfed by her remodeled lower half. Each one of her smooth mocha-toned thighs are now larger than her entire torso, her long legs adding several heads more to her once modest height.
Niles is broken out of his observatory stupor by one of Enna’s lithe hands sinking into the plush flesh of her new, titanic ass. She casually pulls one of her heavy cheeks slightly to the side, giving Niles a tiny glimpse of her now very hidden sexual treasures, she uncharacteristically smiles back at him as his eyes widen.
“What’s wrong Niles? Are you done admiring my beautiful ass?” Enna says with a mischievous smirk, before hitting her ass with a loud SMACK, sending waves through the daunting fat of her ass cheeks. “Are you sure you don’t want to play with it? I know you’re new to the party but…”
Niles sits in awe of Enna’s jiggling rear as she inches it closer to his face, unable to do more than stare, mouth agape. One of the most gorgeous sights the young man has ever seen eclipses his entire field of vision. Cheek to cheek stretching from eye to eye as his nostrils fill with the sweet, pleasant scent of her plush behind. Yet despite this heavenly situation, his mind is telling him SOMETHING is wrong... Has she always been this… accommodating? Doesn’t she dislike him? Has her ass always been...
“No? Well that’s fine, the Goddess’s blessings will call to you soon enough.” Quickly pulling her ass away from Niles, Enna stands back up before turning to Sula, the quick movement causing her entire lower body to jiggle obscenely. “Are you ready for your nightly prayers Sula?”
Sula, the normally stoic and aloof stone slab of a woman oddly enough excitedly nods her head, eyes wide with what can only be anticipation. Something about this reaction tugs at Niles’s subconscious as odd. He’s never seen Sula act like this, has he?
Enna gracefully moves in front of Sula, bending over before the Amazon. Presenting the massive woman her ripe, equally massive ass before she begins seductively shaking her hips to beckon her fellow adventurer in. The audible clapping this motion causes, results in Niles already semi hard cock to become painfully erect.
Without missing a beat, Sula dives head first into Enna’s chasm of an ass crack. The dark elf’s substantial cheeks make Sula’s large, toned hands look almost minuscule by comparison, while the Amazon paws and squeezes the malleable ass fat like two large balls of dough. The sloppy, wet sounds of Sula slobbering away at Enna’s ass was interrupted only by the larger woman squeezing her own head in between the two globes of adipose, pushing them together as she took a loud, violent whiff of the puckered asshole her nose was shoved into. Pulling her head free of the soft, chocolate crevice she had thoroughly worshiped, Sula then began licking every square inch of the impossibly large cheeks before her, each one several times bigger than her head.
“Ahh~ how enviable~” Natalia moans, drawing Niles attention to the witch sitting next to him. His eyes trace their way down her arm, only now noticing that she’s been massaging her damp crotch this entire time. “Look at Sula, nothing matters more to her in the world than the perfection that is Enna’s delicious ass… Her sheer devotion is enviable~ To think she used to be an ignorant, godless heathen...”
Something definitely isn’t right. This kept going thru Niles’s head. Something was clearly off about this but he couldn’t tell what. It was almost as if there was a filter on his mind. Clearly there’s nothing odd about a woman partaking of her daily prayers right? Everyone knows that elven ass is the Goddess herself given flesh… so there’s nothing weird about worshiping every inch of Enna’s ass right? Of course not. Then what’s wrong? Sure some people may not be worshipers of Almaria but…
Niles is brought out of his mind by the loud clapping of Enna’s ass. She’s shaking her hips back and forth violently, clenching Sula’s head between her cheeks. “It’s funny Sula, when we first met I never believed you’d become a worshiper of the Goddess. You’d mention silly notions about “spirits” and “ancestors”, but now you’re completely devoted to the Goddess’s expansive beauty aren’t you?”
Sula pulls her head free as much as she can, still being jostled by the sheer weight of Enna’s quivering ass, before responding, “Yes! Oh yes my Goddess! I was lost before you! Now the taste, the feel, the SMELL of your gargantuan, BLESSED ass fills my heart and mind every day! My body, my mind, my soul all belong to your beautiful, PERFECT ASS my GODDESS!!!” Her voice quickly becomes muffled as Enna’s ass once again swallows her head.
“Oh yes Sula! Keep speaking the truth!” Natalia grunts, still rubbing one out thru her dress, “Oh! That reminds me Enna, I need to worship your ass after Sula is finished. I could only IMAGINE how angry the Goddess would be with me if I went even a DAY without idolizing a succulent Elven ass!”
Enna giggles, before slapping her asscheeks together. The sheer weight of her ass smothering the worshiping Sula. The loud, muffled sounds of her slobbering and snorting away at Enna’s ass increases in pace before finally ending with a loud, climatic moan. Sula’s orgasmic fluids land between Enna’s smothering thighs and calves. Sula falls limply to the ground, as her head is free from Enna’s ass, her breathing is ragged and tired as she passes out.
“Sula is always such a dutiful worshipper~” Enna muses as she massages Sula’s lewd, dripping spittle into her ecliptic booty. Soon enough she finishes, giving her shiny, spit-cleaned ass one last playful slap. Immediately afterward, a light, golden glow envelopes Enna’s ass, alongside an odd… vibration.
Sula’s spit is absorbed into her ass flesh in mere moments, leaving Enna’s ass perfectly dry and clean.
The dark elf moans during this, “Ahh~ The Goddess loved it! A thorough ass cleaning is a holy ritual!”
Turning back to face the now unconscious Sula, Enna smiles, “Thank you for your prayers and devotion Sula!” she happily chimes, paying no mind to her clearly unconscious state.
Niles is beyond aroused at this point, his massive boner is on the verge of ripping thru his trousers. Out of nowhere a smooth, feminine hand grabs hold of his dick. Panicking Niles looks over to see Natalia, well within his personal space.
“It’s ok to join us in prayer Niles, there’s no need to hold in you cum. The Goddess would be happy to accept such a precious offering.” the witch seductively whispers, before reaching into Niles’s pants and pulling his sword free from it’s sheathe. Giving it a single delicate stroke, she stands up and makes her way to Enna.
As the mage makes her way around the campfire, Enna teasingly rubs her heaving cheeks, wiggling them back and forth enticingly as Natalia’s erect nipples are fully on display through the thin fabric of her dress.
Natalia takes position quite differently from her muscular friend, rather than shoving her face Enna’s bent over ass, she instead lays back on the ground, head place on a small pillow that was previously adorning her small stump of a chair.
In a flash, Enna flattens Natalia’s face with the unbearable weight of her ass. She quickly begins twerking, smothering the witch under her heavenly derriere. Natalia’s hands greedily grope and play with the elf’s cheeks, as Enna begins some manner of speech or sermon.
“Do you, sinful child of man, confess your guilt, smothered betwixt the blinding radiance of the Goddess’s unerring cheeks?” Enna bellows, with a surprising measure of authority.
Being absolutely mauled by Enna’s bottom half as she is, Natalia attempts to answer, “Yes! Yes my Goddess- MMPH!” Once again mashed between large chocolate orbs, the muffled sounds of Natalia sniffing and licking the soft expanse of her prison can be heard, before she frees herself again. “I am comprised of sin my Goddess! Please forgive me! Please!”
Pounding back down on the woman, Enna once again speaks up as her ass is being violently worshiped by the mage, “Do you repent for your errs daughter of Rud? Does your love for the goddess overcome your cursed, unholy vessel?”
“Oh Yes! Yes my Goddess! Forgive me for my lacking hips, my small ass! Forgive me for my sinful, unholy breasts! Please bless me with even half of the mass your daughters hold in their succulent, fat asses! Please my Godde-MMPH!!” being able to get out most of her “confession” before Enna’s cheeks once again began smothering her, Natalia returns to sloppily licking and kissing the elf’s ass.
“Good my child, The Goddess will be pleased with your penance, worship her blessings at your own pace.” Enna says softly, her violent twerk now resembling more of a soothing wiggle of the hips.
Before long, Natalia’s muffled sniffs and slurps turn into moans, in response, Enna clenches her ass tight around Natalia head as the mage orgasms. Lifting herself up and dropping the now panting Natalia where she lay, Enna begins once again massaging Natalia’s liquid “offering” into her ass. The sheer size of the cheeks compared to her hands makes the speed at which she does so astonishing.
Astonishing enough at least to bring the enraptured Niles come close to cumming. Though not before Enna looks over and locks her eyes on his foot long beast of a dick. The almost holy glow of her ass quickly subsides as she speaks up.
“Oh my Niles, hold on, don’t go wasting your spunk now!” gracefully maneuvering her gravid lower body around, she quickly wedges Niles schlong into the all-encompassing depth of her massive ass crack. In the next motion, the elf slaps her pillowy soft mounds of ass flesh, firmly encasing Nile’s shaft, before beginning to twerk her ass up and down.
Niles meanwhile was merely moaning, his brain couldn’t parse the sheer amount of pleasure Enna’s huge, brown ass was providing. It was almost divine. Niles greedily grabs a hold of the gargantuan expanse of flesh before him, unable to even fit his arms around it’s surface, before violenting ejaculating all over Enna’s chocolaty, round cheeks.
Collapsing backwards, exhausted, Niles looked up at Enna as she dutifully massaged his cum into her ass. Unlike with the girls, it glowed with a bright, Golden radiance as his spunk melted into her skin, if we wasn’t stupefied he may have noticed her ass growing out ever so slightly.
“Thank you for your donation, Niles! I never thought you’d show such a quick devotion to my ass!”
Enna cheerily says to the boy, as he attempts to hurriedly stand back up and slip his trousers back on. Smiling at the boy’s awkwardness, Enna begins to clean up around the camp fire, in spite of her unnaturally graceful movements, her massive lower body causes every step she takes to result in a loud, lewd smack of her ass-cheeks.
“Oh, uhh… don’t mention it Enna! I’m just glad to help!” Something was still off to Niles. But he just couldn’t place it, even now. He ponders what could be different, everyone in the party did their nightly rituals and prayers, sure he may need to help drag Sula into her tent, she got way to into it as usual, but who can blame her! Enna’s ass is as awe-inspiring as always. Oh wait! Someone didn’t participate, that must be it! “Hey Enna!” he shouts.
“Hmm, what is it Niles?” Enna replies, the sudden stop in her stride causing her lower body to jiggle.
“I think we forgot about Aldis…” Niles states, pointing to the fully passed out man straddling his overturned log.
Enna covers her mouth as she giggles, “Oh c’mon Niles, just leave him be, he can get his fill of worshiping my ass in the morning. And besides you came enough for at LEAST four of him!” she let’s out a hearty laugh, as Niles halfheartedly covers his forehead in embarrassment, accompanied by an excited twitching in his pants.
“I guess nothing’s wrong…” Niles muses to himself, “Maybe I’m just finally comfortable around here now. It does finally feel like everyone’s excepted me!” finally convinced that there’s nothing unusual going on, Niles helps Enna pull the passed out party members into their tents, before crawling into his tent and laying down to rest himself.
He smiles to himself, dreaming of Enna and her absurd, gorgeous ass. Completely unaware that he was responsible for it, altering her mind, memories, worldview, and body, alongside whatever other untold reality-wide changes that wracked the world from that one, half-drunken question. Of course that doesn’t matter anymore, no one will ever know how things used to be, how things are now are how they’ve always been afterall.
Chapter 2: Elven Love is All Ass
Summary:
Two horny vagrants appreciate the impressive curvature of the Earth.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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“Psst! Hey! It’s WELL past time to wake up, you drunkard!” an impatient voice rings out in the quiet forest air. The sound of a loud sigh, and an even louder smack, soon followed.
“Eugh… how long did I sleep?” Aldis groans, his eyes struggling to open as he rises from his rather spacious bedroll with the haste of a lesser undead. His cheek glowing a rather iridescent shade of red.
“Much too long you lout,” Enna chastises the haggard man with a well-meaning giggle, “It’s already past midday.” Enna didn’t even look over her shoulder as she continued to shuffle among the various supplies the two had in their airy tent.
The two lovers were hardly dressed. Aldis wearing only a loose fitting pair of smallclothes and an unbuttoned shirt, he had obviously just woken up. And, despite chastising her partner, Enna was even less dressed. Draped in only an airy, white top. The sheer, silken fabric serves for hiding one’s nipples and not much more. Fluttering lightly with the woman’s every movement as it hangs loosely over her small breasts, leaving the mocha skin of her chest, shoulders, and abdomen all bare.
Massaging his frazzled head in an attempt to qualm his splitting headache, Aldis lets out a tired sigh.
“I suppose I drank too much again? I can certainly tell you I don’t remember putting myself to bed last night...”
“Well, you drank about as much as usual. I’d say you were more a victim of that cheap Dwarven Ale you were guzzling down, than anything else.” Enna replies. Scoffing at the mention of the vile inebriate she warned her partner against purchasing weeks back.
“CHEAP!?” Aldis shockingly responds, seemingly knocked out of his grogginess by the Elven woman’s snide critique, “That was a bottle of GENUINE 756 Hurnehm Brother’s Rootwine! ROOTWINE! ENNA!”
“And? It’s DWARVEN swill either way.” Enna looks back over her shoulder with a teasing smirk, seemingly enjoying how quickly that riled Aldis up.
Aldis, now standing and making an effort to stretch away his morning pains, meets his lover’s smirk and instinctively let’s out an amused chuckle. He makes his way over to the shapely Sasavi and attempts to wrap an arm around one of her massive thighs. His once rather short, elven partner now stands well above him. Her massive, shapely lower body making her look comically tall… and completely dwarfing him. His arms now rest on the woman’s large hips as he pushes his cheek against her exposed backside, fully incapable of reaching her shoulders.
“Fine, fine… I’ll concede you’re right, TODAY. But…” His hands sensually snake along Enna’s massive hips, before ending their journey on her heavy, immaculately soft ass cheeks. “I’m well aware I missed my nightly prayers…” He trailed off, squeezing two handfuls of the woman’s delicious brown ass fat.
Receptively pushing her prodigious rear into her handsy worshiper, the elven woman let out a soft chuckle. “Oh, I know. Our new, little adventurer had to make up for your absence.”
“Oh?” Aldis answers before greedily running his tongue along the smooth expanse of Enna’s cheeks. Taking a break from his saliva slathering only to continue, “Did you finally break Niles’s shell?”
“You could say that~” Enna’s delicate hand reaches behind her, fingers running through Aldis’s light brown hair, before guiding his head gracefully into the massive crevice of her ass cheeks, before it promptly sinks out of sight between them. “Mmmph~ He seemed to be thoroughly enraptured by it last night. I definitely didn’t expect him to be such a dutiful worshiper~”
The only response Enna receives is a long, muffled sniff. Followed by a quick slap from her lover’s hand. The elf couldn’t contain a sharp moan, and coos softly as she feels his tongue invade her rear entrance. Her eyes flutter closed as she leans forward, hands barely coming to rest on her own large, toned knees. “Ahhn~” Another moan escapes before she bites her lower lip, massive hips now sensually grinding into the comparatively small, kneading hands of her significant other, “You always know how to make me feel like a goddess, Aldis…”
A muffled sound of laughter escapes from between the canyon of her ass, as Aldis continues his ministrations. Every delicate stroke, and froceful grope of his hands, every expertly aimed jab of his tongue, even the sound of her lover loudly indulging in her natural odor, it all sent her mind into a realm of pure bliss. Aldis was lovingly acquainted with every inch of the Sasavi woman’s gargantuan backside, and knew exactly how to work the erogenous, chocolate flesh to satisfy her.
Happily lost in her own little world, drowning amidst desperate pants and moans, Enna is suddenly drawn back to reality by a new, pleasurable sensation. One of Aldis’s hands had snuck between the Elven woman’s grinding thighs, and was teasingly tracing the lips of her puffy Sasavi sex. The multitasking madman quickly shoved the digits of his thoroughly drenched fingers, one by one, into his beloved partner’s quivering pussy. Her inhumanly powerful legs almost buckled in an instant.
“Goddess~” Enna barely articulates thru a desperate moan, thoroughly overwhelmed with sexual feedback. She knows this is something no Sasavi man would ever do. She thinks about it often, when the two fuck. It’s uncommon for the vagina to be involved at all in Sasavi courtship, outside of explicit recreation. The ass is more than pleasurable enough for the Elves, oftentimes far more so. Yet something about Aldis’s brash, Human intercourse always drives her insane with pleasure.
“Darling,” Aldis’s calm voice cuts through her reverie, “I may need a little help too.” The cheeky smirk could be heard on his voice, as he gave her a loud smack on the ass, as if to punctuate his statement. Enna looked over her shoulder with a playful pout, even if neither lover could dream to make eye-contact through her bronze bulwark of an ass. She didn’t need to see him, however, to feel his desperately throbbing erection playfully rubbing between her knees.
A mischievous, self-assured little smile flashes across Enna’s face. Her massive legs quickly begin to bend, lowering her shelf-like expanse of Elven ass from Aldis’s face. Both of her lover’s hands, now back to massaging and kneading the upper swell of each cheek, gently guides her wide hips down to his now bare crotch. A soft moan escapes the man’s lips as his erect cock slides perfectly in between Enna’s insanely soft, jiggling ass cheeks.
Before another moment could pass between them, the horny Sasavi begins to desperately grind her wagonload of adipose into Aldis’s lap. A river of her sexual ambrosia drips from between her thighs as she rapidly twerks her ass up and down the length of her human partner’s comparatively smaller body. Both of them grunting and moaning, Aldis quickly felt pressure building, his dick thoroughly lost amidst a world of jiggling, wobbling ass meat.
A loud, pleasurable moan echoes from Enna’s lips, as a forceful stream of lust ejects itself from her aching pussy. Her entire lower body locks up from her orgasmic pleasure, the powerful, perfectly corded muscles of her long legs flex and stress. The soft, smooth fat of her massive ass ripples forcefully, as her well-developed glutes tense up, beginning to milk her lover’s entrapped cock dry of every last drop of semen. Aldis, the owner of said dick, groans loudly in chorus with his beloved. Jets of milky white cum shoot out from between Enna’s clenched buttcheeks like a sexual geyser. The ensuing rain paints the considerable surface of her ruddy-brown globes with streaks of sticky white, barely a single drop landing astray from the large, pliant field of ass.
Panting was soon the only sound that could be heard in their private, steamy tent. The two lovers were still locked together, basking in the afterglow. Aldis, with his hands still firmly on the large hips in front of him, felt his dick softening within the warm crevice of his Elven partner’s posterior. Enna, still somewhat crouched in front of her human companion’s smaller frame, was still mentally recovering from the pleasure.
“Goddess,” Aldis’s voice soon broke the pleasant silence with a content sigh, “I am truly blessed.” Enna’s cheeks grew flush as she was broken out of her post-coital stupor. She knew this was the closest Aldis came to a prayer. Even though he worshiped her ass even more diligently than the others, he was often brisk when it came to giving it, and the Goddess, the usual words of praise.
Enna looks back over her shoulder, smiling at the man. “Oh, you’re blessed alright.” Her lithe hands reach back to her own, cum-plastered ass, and begins to sensually rub the white goo into her shimmering, mocha skin. “You’re blessed, and you always bless me…” His hands soon join hers, the couple joined together in the same circular dance of hands across Enna’s large expanse of semen-coated skin. “You always bless me with such a lovely rain of offerings~” She quickly sticks her tongue out, and the two share an amused laugh.
Before long, Enna’s ass began to thrum with a warm, pleasing light. A satisfied sigh escapes her lips as the pleasurable pulse vibrates her fat bottom slightly, before both the light, and the cum, fade away. The two soon collapse onto their shared bedroll, satisfied both with each other, and their little, private, display of faith.
The two lay together, embracing, Enna’s tree-sized thighs wrapping themselves possessively around Aldis’s torso. “We should probably get moving, Darling, it’s already well past midday.” the very self-satisfied traveler teased, yet made no attempt to rise, himself. Enna just smiled back at the suggestion, clearly not planning to move either.
“You handsome lout.” was her only answer.
Notes:
I legitimately don't remember if I mentioned that Sasavi is one of the two proper names for Enna's specific type of Elf in the original short story so I'll just elucidate that here at the end.
Lemme know how different this chapter reads from the original lmao.
Chapter 3: An Arousing Lecture
Summary:
A woman teaches an inquisitive lad various lore as they wait for their ride.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Crisp, mountain wind blows through the town streets. Afternoon sun hangs high, low clouds languidly glide over its face before crawling over the distant southern peaks.
“This is a nice place, isn’t it?” Natalia sighs. Half-lidded eyes looking out over the well-worn cobble streets.
“Reminds me a lot of home, honestly.” Niles answers, head propping up on an arm.“There’s a lot more going on though, we’d never see this many people walking around.”
A smile stretches Natalia’s lips as she affixes her gaze on the boy. “This is a relatively well traveled town, Niles. We’re right on Gaust’s south-western border.” She takes a sip from her tea before continuing, “Autuch isn’t large by any means, but it is built along one of the main roads in and out of the country.”
Niles looks out at the semi-bustling street once more as he parses what his analytical friend just said. “Huh… I’m a bit surprised I guess, most tales I’ve heard make the woods seem rather scary...”
Old stories of Gaust’s Western Wood flash through the boy’s mind. Tales of beasts and demons that prowl the Primordial Forest in the continent’s center, and happily feast on any mortal they come across.
Natalia chuckles at Niles’ surprise. “Well, most people would consider a pleasant forest stroll a league less scary than craggy mountain roads, hmm? It’s hardly surprising.”
“Wh-what about the monsters!” Niles interjects, a cold sweat
“Niles! You’re a grown boy, you surely don’t believe those tales do you?” Natalia giggles, stirring her tea absently as she looks into the boy’s eyes. “The roads are plenty safe, the only beasts we’ll encounter are boar or lizards.”
“Oh, thank the gods…” Niles sighs. Relief pours over his expression, happy to have lingering childhood fears quickly assuaged.
“Unless you go deeper in, of course.” Natalia cuts in.
“Huh?” Niles’ eyes almost pop out of his skull at the sudden remark.
Natalia tries not to laugh, continuing, “Many of those silly tales you heard as a little Gaustian boy were, at least somewhat, correct. But you’d have to travel deep inside Alydia to come across anything of note. The dangers are greatly exaggerated.”
The boy relaxes again. “It really does feel like you know everything Natalia.” A small, imperceptible pulse emits from the boys necklace, that strange object he had found during his recent adventure. Yet it quickly ceases, nothing having changed. The boy felt something off from the object and holds it aloft in his hand, examining it slightly.
Natalia’s interest is also drawn toward the odd bone, “Would you mind if I took another look at your little prize there, Niles? I’d like to double-check myself.”
Niles nods and unhooks the little trinket from around his neck, handing it over to Natalia. She looks it over in her hands, squinting and turning it here and there, analyzing every inch. The off-white, almost-bone was indeed odd, unlike most anything Natalia had seen before and the unusual ‘M’ shaped marking wasn’t familiar to her. An unknown magic script? She casts many myriad identification spells, but responds only with a slight pout.
“Hmm, strange. Just like before I can’t make out any specific enchantments, or curses, or anything really… But I can feel a low thrum of magic pulsing from it, almost like a heartbeat…” Natalia’s pout deepens, slumping her chin into her palms as she gives the artifact one last look-over.
“Maybe it’s blessed? Like a good luck charm? Like the ones Paladins and Clerics wear.” Niles posits, eyes wide and excited.
“The work of a god you mean? Maybe. But it doesn’t look like any iconography I’m privy to.” Natalia perks up slightly, raising her head at a sudden, minor realization. “Huh. Does it look… dimmer to you? Than it did last time?”
She was right. The necklace’s once bleach-white surface was now stained, appearing an off-white yellowish tinge.
“Maybe it got dirty?” Niles suggests, clearly having no idea when or how it had changed color. If it even had.
Another minor round of deciphering spells course from the mage’s fingers, as she sighs, foiled again. “Yup, nothing. Maybe you’re right…”
After a few minutes more attempting to decipher anything of value about the necklace, Natalia huffs in defeat and swiftly places it back into Niles waiting hands. The woman quickly tucking away her scrawl of fresh notes on the subject, as she goes back to take a sip of her now cold tea.
“I suppose it really is just an odd little trinket.” Natalia smiles, as the boy across from her happily places it back around his neck. “It’s rather cute on you though~ I’m happy you like it.”
“Hehe…” A blush creeps across Niles’ face as he quickly takes a sip from his own drink.
A long moment passes in silence, as the two travelers take in the pleasant midday atmosphere of the border town’s lightly populated streets.
Natalia’s the one to break the silence, pondering something to herself as she gazes out from their exposed cafe seats. “I wonder when Enna will be here… Her and Aldis sure do enjoy making us wait.” A sigh escapes before she continues, turning toward Niles. “I made sure to offer a quick morning prayer before we set off, earlier. But I have to admit I am more than ready to indulge in something more thorough right now…”
Niles is taken aback momentarily, “Oh! I- I didn’t indulge in anything this morning…”
Another one of Natalia’s bemused looks graces her face. “Niles~ You just worshiped Enna’s gorgeous cheeks for the first time last night. No one expects you to be so dutiful~”
Niles’ face quickly turns red as last night’s events fully reenter his mind. Not knowing how to respond he stutters in a panic as Natalia continues to tease him.
Once the two calm down, Niles quickly speaks back up. Something was now on his mind, and his usual curiosity has to be sated.
“Hey Natalia, you said you were a history professor right? Before you started traveling?” he starts, unsure how to fully form his question, “Speaking of… well, Sasavi. Do you… think you can teach me anything about Enna’s people?”
Natalia’s eyes light up, excited that someone FINALLY asked her a question. And one within her area of expertise! And about one of her favorite subjects therein!
“Oh yes! I certainly can!” She replies, excitement clearly coloring her voice.
Pulling some journals and papers out of her travel bag, Natalia begins to ramble on, “I lived in Rimal for a while, back in my college days. It was a study trip when I was majoring in anthropology, I was bright eyed and excited to learn about our beautiful neighbors’ culture and history. Thinking back that was definitely when I first realized the unparalleled beauty of Sasavi asses… Though I wouldn’t truly devote my soul to one until I became acquainted with Enna. Mmmh~” Natalia’s eyes become lidded and her hand begins stroking an erect nipple through her top.
A small moan escapes the moments-ago hyperfixated mage’s lips. An intense sensation of strangeness reverberates through Niles body in that moment. A sudden feeling of confusion. Once again, just like last night he feels like something is wrong, as he looks across the table at the beautiful, educated woman who had just begun to grope herself at the mention of her friend’s massive, bare ass. Something about this didn’t feel right to him, yet he couldn’t fathom why. Even he was getting turned on thinking about Enna’s ass, he was already lightly rubbing his hard-on through his trousers. There definitely wasn’t anything wrong with thinking about the Elven woman’s huge backside like this, was there?
Natalia seems to catch herself, and clears her throat. “A-anyway… was there anything specific you wanted to ask? About Sasavi?”
“Ah!” Caught slightly off guard by this second tonal shift, Niles quickly darted his hand away from his painfully hardening member. “Y-yeah! I actually have a lot of questions… I’ve never really seen a lot of Elves before, and I haven’t heard much about where they’re from…”
Natalia’s awkward blush quickly fades into a wide, overexcited grin. One which Niles feels a tad bit of conscious fear upon seeing.
“Wellll~ I know plenty. So just go ahead and ask to your hearts content, lil Niles~”
The flirty energy the mage exudes from that simple statement throws Niles off for another moment, before he quickly recomposes himself and begins thinking over the myriad questions he has about Enna’s people.
“Though perhaps I’ll give you one little test first~ Sound agreeable, Niles?” Natalia cut the boy’s concentration cleanly off, easily flustering him again. “What’s the name of the Sasavi homeland? I’m sure you’ve heard it at least once in your life, hmm?”
“Ahh!” Niles’ eyes go wide, he knows this one! It’s right on the tip of his tongue! “Uhh… Rim… Rimor… Um…”
“Rimal.” Natalia answers, sparing the struggling lad. “Some still use it’s more archaic, ‘Rimalmaeris’, but it’s a bit much for most.” An excited smile creeps it’s way back across the mage’s face as she continues, “Well, go ahead and ask whatever you wish!”
Niles stammers a bit, before going back to concentrating. Thinking up a few questions that were itching his mind. Many of which a result of his recent travels alongside Enna.
“I’ve noticed Enna tends to have a bit of… trouble getting around most of the houses and stuff around here. I guess buildings look a bit different where Enna’s from huh?” Niles asks, scratching his chin slightly as memories of Enna getting stuck in many a doorway and much too thin a hall cross his mind.
“Oh~ Sasavi architecture is beautiful, honestly. Though perhaps it IS a tad bit spacious for us… less vertically inclined peoples.” Natalia sighs, clearly reminiscing. “Sasavi are more often than not several heads taller than even a rather large human, so their structures feature tall doors and even taller ceilings. Most doorways are built with an interesting curve, wider at their base than their top, for obvious reasons. You’re also very likely to see the Sasavi ass represented in many aspects of their buildings, much like their art! Anyway in the Rimali heartlands it’s rather common to build out of-”
Natalia continues on and on, clearly knowledgeable about this subject. Niles meanwhile attempts to stay focused, as architectural principles and histories are thrown his way, glazing his eyes over slightly.
“-that’s to say, there’s hardly one homogeneous style of Sasavi architecture! Buildings in the floodplains, the dunes, the coast… all of them are distinct and formed from their own cultural histories. Even the nomadic Sasavi peoples have their own unique fashion of impermanent homes! It’s all extremely beautiful, and highly functional.” Finally pausing to take a breath, Natalia refocuses her gaze on Niles, rather than the space beyond him. “I think that’s a good enough overview of Sasavi architecture, though I could dig up much more specifics if you wish-”
“Ah! No, I’m good! Thank you Natalia!” Niles quickly cuts the woman off in a panic. He was intensely curious about these topics, but is more than aware he hardly internalized ANYTHING Natalia just said.
“Ok then! If you have anything else on your mind, ask away~” Natalia leans forward with a grin, deep cleavage resting on the table before her as she crosses her hands under her chin.
Niles sighs for a moment, still reeling from the unexpected assault of information the woman had levied upon him. An entertained smile stretches his face, as he thinks about Natalia’s clear excitement, however. “You really get aroused when it comes to learning, huh Natalia? You always seem to get really happy whenever you get the chance to research or teach stuff.”
“Aroused!? Niles, I don’t think you know what that means!” Natalia laughs, her mouth hanging slightly agape.
Nile looks momentarily panicked, “Aldis told me it was- it was like ‘excited’ right?”
“Excited, yes. But “aroused” is, more often than not, explicitly sexual Niles. You should stop picking up that man’s bad habits…” the mage’s smile remains as she lightly chides the boy.
The two continue their conversation, unaware of the pulsing thrum emitting from that innocuous bone necklace. It was small, and weak, but unlike minutes before, it had activated. An imperceptible ripple courses over the table, centering itself upon the happily chatting mage opposite the artifact. Within a moment’s time, reality had been altered. A seemingly small change, compared to before, but just as unknowable. Just as permanent.
The travelers, however, simply move back on topic.
“Hmm… You know, Enna’s the only Sasavi I’ve seen before. Are Sasavi men as… large, as Enna?”
“Oh, definitely not! Sasavi men are usually shorter than the average human, maybe a bit shorter than you actually, Niles~” Natalia visibly shudders, as she informs the boy on this mundane fact. Her eyelids flutter heavily. A breathy sigh escapes her lips.
“Uhh… Natalia? Are you ok?” Niles asks, fidgeting in his seat. Something about the woman’s sudden shift in demeanor was bothering him.
“Mmm, I’m more than fine Niles.” Natalia smiles, a slight blush overtaking her cheeks as she rubs her thighs together. “Let me continue, where was I… Oh yes! The disparity in Sasavi build between the sexes is probably the main contributing factor to their culture’s female dominance-”
Another shiver passes over the woman’s body, as she inadvertently lets out a light moan. She nibbles on her finger before biting her lip, continuing her lecture.
“Or, perhaps, the second contributing factor~” Natalia places a hand below her breasts, as though she was attacked by a sudden stomach ache. Instead of curling forward, however, she leans back in clear pleasure. “Sasavi culture being centered around the female ass-” As she speaks, her hand drifts sensually downwards across her silky robe. “-would be more likely the main factor… hmm~?” She lets the final vocalization morph into a low, guttural moan, as a light bead of sweat forms on her brow. As the probing hand reaches dangerously low, Natalia gently slides down the chair, but quickly catches herself and corrects her posture.”
Niles could feel that something was off, but much like the previous night, he could hardly focus on what. That sinking feeling of change was there but as the woman across from him continues to ramble on, moan, and fidget, he couldn’t place what.
“I uh… have something else to ask, I think.” Niles interjects, awkwardly trying to steer the conversation onto a new topic.
“Please ask~” Natalia responds desperately, panting and wiggling in her seat. A somewhat smug but needy smile plastered on her blushing face. She was clearly aroused by all of this.
“I’ve um… noticed that Enna eats… a lot...” Memories of Enna consuming more food than the entire rest of the party come to the lad. As does the look on Aldis’ face every time he gets the group’s tavern bill. “Is that normal for Sasavi? What’s their food like? Does it taste good?”
Natalia unsuccessfully stifles a moan, as she grips the edge of the table, “Niles~ So many questions all at once?” She refocuses on the boy’s blushing face and runs her hand lightly along her breast, “You’re spoiling me~”
Niles merely sits, flustered, in response.
“Sasavi do eat a lot yes~” Natalia moans, “Their bodies are rather large, or at least their shapely lower bodies…” The hand resting on her breasts begins circling and cupping their sensitive skin. “Considering how important their butts are in almost every aspect of their culture, most of their calories go to keeping them nice and plump~” She was vigorously squeezing and pawing her own titflesh by this point, sliding further down her chair as her other hand found itself rubbing hungrily through her silky robes, along the inside of her thigh.
“Mmmph~ on that topic, it’s a common misconception-” Huffs and pants interrupt her lecturing, “-amongst a lot of humans that Sasavi are all soft and fat below the waist-” Another moan, highlighting her hand’s completed journey. Her fingers having found their way to her now sopping wet crotch. “-When in fact underneath their considerable adipose are strongly corded and well-toned muscle~” Her head throws itself back as she loudly moans, her long waves of shimmering auburn hair cascade over the back of her chair like a curtain of flames. “Their musculature is far beyond the level of a human in fact~” Her hips buck wildly into her palm, as she desperately rubs herself through her sheer robe. “It’s not uncommon for Sasavi kicks to completely- Ungh~” Her face is flush and sweaty, a look of mild frustration cuts through her lusty expression. “U-utterly-” Her masturbating hand frees itself from her soft thighs, quickly reaching into her back and pulling free one of her many journals. “-Kn-knock a fully armored man out cooold~” The lewd moaning retake their pace, as she begins humping the hardback spine of the large tome, desperately attempting to cum. “Their legs are... truly natural works of art-”
She couldn’t take it anymore. Every word she uttered, every minor fact she shared, just made her more and more aroused. She quickly tossed her book back into her bag, giving her now-freed breast one last squish. Biting her lower lip, she forcefully knocks the table aside, drawing more than a few stares from other passerby and patrons, before her eyes hungrily lock onto the now VERY flustered boy sitting opposite from her.
“Get over here and give your favorite teacher a little helping hand, Niles~” Natalia moans, as she grasps the back of the poor boy’s head, forcing his face between her legs without a moment to react. “Mmm~ What was I talking about…” her fingers lustfully comb through Nile’s soft hair, “Ahnn~ Sasavi foods…”
Natalia’s hips begin to grind into her little human toy, as she starts up another lust-filled info-dump, “Sasavi looove meat~” Her voice wavers as Niles’ tongue begins going to work, “Meat-dishes are a h-huge part of their culture-” A loud moan, as her hips buck more and more wildly against Nile’s face. “There… there’s many species of oooodd~ mega fauna in the Sasava desert…”
Natalia’s hips aren’t stopping. The muscles in her long, smooth legs tense with every thrust into the poor smothering boy nestled between them. Before long those same legs began to shake and buckle as Natalia falls back into her seat, bringing Niles with her, not freeing him from her thighs for even a moment, as he now continued on his knees. A groan frees itself from Natalia’s throat, as she splits her legs wide and continues to lovingly pet the dutiful student tending to her pussy.
“Mmmph~” She bites her lip, “I remember this delicious dish I’d always eat…” Her hips continue forcefully fucking Nile’s head. “I’d always go out to eat it with- Mmmph~ With a beautiful Sasavi woman I knew-” Moaning and panting pick up the pace as Natalia’s lengthy legs quickly snap around Niles’ neck like a guillotine, “I think about her often… Perhaps if I didn’t-” Another load, breathy moan, “Get so excited about studying… learning… teaching… I’d stilllll~”
One final, ungodly loud moan escaped from Natalia’s lips. Her legs clamped down tight on Niles’, as her hand forcefully shoved him into her steaming mound. With that final vocalization, she finally cums, squirting fluid all over the poor boys face as he finally frees himself slightly from her grasp.
Natalia lays there, sweaty and exhausted. Panting with a very satisfied smile gracing her face. Her hair cascaded down the back of her chair, and her delightful little hat had long since fallen off onto the flooring below. Niles meanwhile, is haggard, attempting to catch his breath.
“Geez Natalia, could you at least warn me next time?” Niles sighs, dripping with the leftover signs of Natalia’s arousal, “You usually get off just fine with one of your books, don’t you?” Despite his complaints, a clear tent had formed in his trousers.
Correcting herself slightly in her chair, Natalia lifts her head up. Straightening her posture, a cheeky grin still on her face. “Hmm~ Well, I’m certainly more in my right mind now, sorry about that Niles~” She leans forward quickly, rising from her chair and leaning over the punished boy, sitting pitifully on the ground. A hand delicately running over the visible bulge in his pants, “I could help return the favor if you wish~”
She continued on, as Niles’ only answer was fearful stammering and embarrassment. “N-n-n-Natalia! We really shouldn’t-”
“Did you get worked up in the middle of town again, Nat?” a familiar voice cuts in, “You really shouldn’t pique her interests in public Niles, she’s a menace...”
The two look up to see Enna towering above them, clearly having just arrived. The massive woman gives a cheeky smile and bends over, placing Natalia’s hat atop her head. Eyes glancing quickly between the two post-coital party members.
Natalia answers her with a huff and a pout. “You know I can hardly help it Enna, stimulating my brain stimulates much more of me than the average person...”
“Oh I know~ It’s all perfectly normal Nat, it’s just easy to tease.” A wobble of Enna’s wide hips accentuate her statement, causing her bent-over ass to jiggle wildly. “Perhaps if you could focus on anything, you wouldn’t tangent yourself into an orgasm, hmm?”
“Enough about my... habits, you’re late.” Natalia cuts the banter short, finally standing and making an effort to correct her clothing, and dragging Niles up with her. “Me and Niles here already stocked up on supplies.”
“And I assume you all had a little lunch date without me?” Enna teases, flipping her gaze between Niles, Natalia, and the upended table for dramatic effect. Returning to a standing position herself, and continuing to tower over the two humans.
“Goddess only hopes they did!” Aldis enters with a laugh. A loud slap rang out as his palm met the prodigious, wobbly flesh of his lover’s bent backside. “After that last job we barely have enough coppers to make it to the nearest actual city. Much less shop around for more work. Hopefully something that’ll actually pay this time.”
Enna, fazed more by her partner’s words than his forceful slap, breaks into a pout. “Come on Aldis… I haven’t eaten through all of our coin in years. I’m just as much responsible as you with our coin-”
“As much as I love watching you two push each other’s buttons, perhaps we should get back on the road?” Natalia interjects, collecting her myriad misplaced goods, “It’s already past midday, I assume Sula’s waiting at the gates?”
“She is, yeah.” Aldis answers, wife still pouting over his shoulder, towering over him. “She caught us some dinner while we packed up camp. Main reason it took us so long.”
“And the sex I presume?” Natalia added with a smirk, “You never miss nightly prayers, so I assumed you needed some quality time with the wife, hmm?”
Enna wraps her arms possessively around the smiling Aldis’ shoulders, throwing her own smirk Natalia’s way. “We’ve been traveling together far too long Nat… You’ve picked up on all of our bad habits.” A sly smirk is shared between the two before Enna continues, “But no, we actually had to buy me some new boots as well. I have no idea how my old pair got so damaged…”
“Perhaps you stepped on something in the ruins yesterday and hadn’t realized?” Natalia ponders, recalling the few crusty tomes she had salvaged from the ancient rubble and growing aroused at the thought of finally cracking them open on the road.
“The only thing that got damaged in those ruins yesterday where your undergarments as far as I recall…” Enna replies with a snicker.
The three share a small laugh, as Niles looks on. He had grown to know his party members pretty well over the last month or so, but he still wasn’t as close as the others seemed to be. He didn’t even really know anything about Sula…
“I had the merchants send all of our purchases to our cart, out at the stables.” Natalia’s statement cuts Niles from his reverie.
“Oh that’s great! Most towns have us haul them ourselves, huh?” Niles replies, beaming. He still remembers the small village they visited a week ago, and all of the cheese he had to pile up himself…
“Only when they don’t have the manpower to spare, or they want to charge you for it…” Aldis sighs, clearly dredging up a bad memory.
“Well, I’ll go ahead and head over there,” Enna smiles hands patting Aldis and Niles’ backs, “I’ll have Sula help hook me up to the cart and we’ll be ready to go.”
“You’re the best pack mule a traveling party could ask for Enna~” Natalia coos, rubbing her face against the side of Enna’s ass with a mischievous grin. Hands circling the weighty meat.
Enna looks back at her with a bemused smirk, and a roll of the eyes. “I’ll remember you said that later, when you’re worshiping my ass, Nat.”
Capping off her statement with a quick hip bump, Enna sashays herself down the street, toward the town gate. Nat, smiling, eyes locked unflinchingly on Enna’s wobbling ton of ass. “I think she may be too good for us, what do you think?”
Aldis lets out a loud “HA!” before shrugging his shoulders. “Oh, I know she’s too good for ME, I have no idea how I got so lucky.”
“To your credit Aldis, not a lot of human men can handle a Sasavi woman.” Natalia states, giving the man a playful smack on the shoulder. “There must be more to you than a pretty smile if you can handle all of her like you do.”
“Can’t argue with that, I suppose.” Aldis grins, walking over to the quiet Niles and giving him a light slap on the back, “Let’s get moving, Niles here has a lot more of the world to see, don’t you lad?”
Looking up into Aldis’ smiling face, Niles gives him a big grin back. “As much of it as I can!”
The party make their way from that comfy mountainside town, happy faces and friendly banter shared amongst them. The five, unaware of the nature of that odd, dimly pulsing artifact poised to continue changing their lives, as it dangles lazily from Niles’ neck, regaining it’s power.
Notes:
Had this on the back burner for months. Think I finally got it to a state I'm happy with.
Let me know what you think!-- Editing and Idea help from Yaginku --
Chapter 4: The Long Valley Road, and A Small Change in Perspective.
Summary:
The party make their way down an idyllic valley road, killing time with idle conversation.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
“So Niles… how’s the view?” A wide grin flashes, as Aldis turns back toward the younger man.
Niles gazes out over the long stretch of low, green fields. Rivers criss-cross settled farmland. Large blackwool goats graze atop the sloping hills as cloud shadows lazily roll overhead. The boy’s eyes sparkle as they glide over the horizon. Low, rolling green meets high, jagged peaks, still capped with snow well deep into the summer moons.
“I feel…” A hitch in his breath, that sense of adventure he’d only teased by leaving home was finally feeling like a reality. “I feel really small.”
A feminine laugh pokes him free from his awestruck wonder. “The Ascain Rift makes ME feel small every time I see it, and I’m packing all of THIS.” Enna smiles, towering several heads above the rest of the group as she wiggles her massive hips for further emphasis. The party’s bags and luggage jiggle and jostle along with the underlying woman’s fat.
“You’ve been here before, Enna?” Niles asks, trying to pry his eyes away from the rattling camp supplies.
“We’d use to pass through here all the time, back when we were in a caravan.” Aldis answered, drawing the boy’s attention away from the man’s wide load of a wife. “Ascain is a beautiful country, so we’d tend to plan our routes through the Pass. It’s also not a bad place to trade.”
“A lot of farmland…” Sula states aloud, gazing out from the highroad overlooking the valley. “Are you sure their owners will not mind us making temporary home of their land, Aldis?”
“We’re most definitely not going to make it to town by nightfall...” Natalia gasps from behind, clearly more haggard than the rest of the group. “Sula’s definitely right. There isn’t another for miles.”
“We’re going to stop by that inn, aren’t we?” Enna asks with an increasingly ravenous smirk. “The one with the-”
“If it hasn’t gone out of business there’s a nice inn on the road, once we get down into the actual valley,” Aldis interrupts, pointing confidently toward the far end of the fields. “We should be able to make it by sundown.”
“Ah! Yes! I can’t wait to eat their glazed Auroch again!” Enna exclaims, bouncing in place. The clapping of her ass barely audible over the loud, clattering of her jostling inventory. “It’s been years since we last came through, but I’ll never forget just how delicious-“
“And I’ll never forget the cost. We fed you so much we almost blew through our trade fund…” Aldis sighs, bemused grin reacquainting his face. “Remember our wallets are lighter than your appetite right now. We don’t have Galaym and Dido’s deep pockets to fall back on.”
“Ah, of course, one conceptual whiff of food and she’s as sprightly as a child…” Natalia interjects haughtily, even as a hand snakes its way between her legs, “Though I admittedly didn’t know Auroch were such a staple in Ascain… Mmm, surely it can’t taste as heavenly as our usual ‘nightly meal’…”
“Why don’t you fantasize about it when we’re there, Nat?” Aldis jokes, finally continuing down the road with a beckoning hand. “Or better yet, just compare them yourself. I already know which I prefer.” His hand finds itself climbing the long length of Enna’s thigh as she moves to his side, sliding under the baggage to sound out a loud, forceful slap in emphasis.
The party, without missing a beat, follow behind. Conversation continuing with their steps.
“Mm! Oh yes, you’re right!” The erogenous erudite claps, a small shudder vibrating through her, “It’s always… stimulating, comparing our lovely peach to local delicacies~”
“My ‘peach’ is only such a delicacy because you all shower it with so much love, you know.” Enna looks back at the mage with a devious smirk. The elf’s hand parts the large bags strapped to her hips enough to reveal a striking show of shimmering brown flesh, eliciting a deep blush from the horny Rudanian. “I’m rather ‘ripe’, even for a Sasavi. I know some noblewomen back home I put to shame in my younger years. And I’m even bigger now…”
“Merely more proof your succulent ass is worthy of our utmost devotion, Enna.” Sula states, matter-of-factly.
“Always such an apt-speaker, Sula.” Natalia nods in response. A little smile gracing her lips.
A small, content moan escapes Enna’s lips as the woman’s ass vibrates slightly on it’s own. The usual golden, shimmering light that radiates from her ass during prayer, shines through the fabric and cracks of her cargo. Such idle worship hardly enlarges her backside, but does fill it with a constant, pleasant warmth she could hardly describe.
The party continues on, their path winding down the upper hill roads and down into the long valley. Aldis and Enna note aloud the shift between the thin, beaten-dirt path into wide, carefully plotted cobblestone.
“Most of the main roads along Ascain are rather well-maintained, being the only real land route between east and west Drasidia-” Enna iterates, the shoe-less heels tied to her feet clop against the stone almost to emphasize her statement.
Biting her lip, Natalia quickly interjects. “Mmmph~ Yes. The local people may appear to merely subsist on their labor, but no doubt the well-worn roads of their homeland brings much barter and trade to the region?” A manicured hand kneads one of the mage’s heavy tits as she stifles a moan. Her eyes analyze every minute detail of the landscape, filling the mage’s body with a pleasant buzz as her brain absorbs and re-contextualizes tidbits of minor information.
“They get by fairly well, yes.” Aldis answers, “Enna and I would often buy wool and cheese in bulk when we’d travel through here, years back. It was a good way to turn a profit if you knew where to sell-”
“Would you mind?” Natalia suddenly blurts out, “Telling me all about it? Later, of course? I’d positively love to memorize any minuscule trade information or history you two are privy of!” A lick of the lips lewdly punctuates her haggard inquiry.
Aldis and Enna meet eyes, before releasing a small sigh in unison. They were both more than familiar with Natalia’s eccentricities. “I could tell you all I know after your prayers for the night, Nat.” Enna replies, “Just don’t orgasm too loudly in the inn. Obviously no one minds you masturbating, it’s to be expected when you stimulate that bulging brain of yours…”
Enna’s thought is quickly continued by Aldis, “But that doesn’t mean they like to wake up to you moaning in the middle of the night. Like last time we were in-”
“I understand!” Natalia groans, arousal fading from her face, replaced with a small pout. “I’ll be quieter this time…”
“You always claim this, yet every time you capture one of us to fill your head with words, I find myself unable to sleep that night.” Sula dog-piles in as well. “And this is after you have claimed to have begun ‘enchanting the walls’ with silencing magics.”
Natalia’s gaze is now firmly affixed on the horizon, conspicuously opposite the party. “Concentration’s hard to maintain when I’m learning so many things… Have mercy on me…” whispers out of her lips into the wind, as she continues to pout.
A small bout of giggles fill the air as Enna laughs at her friend’s expense, before fading into a small silence.
“So,” Niles voice breaks in, “Why didn’t we take the main road?” A point back toward the low-mountain pass followed his question.
“It’s prettier.” Enna states.
“It’s cheaper.” Aldis adds.
Niles was about to ask what he meant, before Natalia quickly moved in to inform, almost on instinct.
“The main road is a toll road.” She breathes out, face reddening slightly again. “We’re attempting to be money smart, little Niles, until we can find some oddjob or such that suits our talents.”
A small exclamation of understanding sounds from boy, as the party continues through the long expanse of farmlands. The sun begins to hang lower and lower as they pass by local homes and people, stopping occasionally for information and courtesy.
“The air feels nice up here, doesn’t it?” Niles ponders aloud, his arms stretching up high to appraise his own statement. “Back home it’d always be humid this late into summer.”
“The Drasidians are the largest mountain range in the Vassal Lands, Niles.” Natalia begins tutoring with a small blush. “They’re cold year round~” Her warm thighs begin rubbing together. “The continent’s name, Drasidia, is currently believed to derive from the Mountains, rather than the other way around. If you were curious. It wasn’t considered distinct from the East until about a century ago, and often went by multiple names-”
“During winter, only the main road through the valley is passable.” Aldis cuts in, “The mountain passes become inhospitable death traps. Outside of the snow, it’s not uncommon to see Winter wyrms higher up as well.”
“We had to fight off a flock of them once before, the first time we traveled through Ascain.” Enna adds, “We had a much larger group with us then, and we still barely made it out with our skin.”
A small chuckle, as Aldis slaps Enna’s exposed upper thigh. “This lovely Sasavi peach of ours is the reason all of us made it out alive.” His hand lingers on the elf’s exposed legs, the fat and muscle rippling slightly with every step she takes along the road. “Still remember the sight of her crushing one of the little bastards into a purple paste with just her legs. I got stung by one too, along with some of the others.” That same exploring hand moves toward his own ribs. “Enna patched us right up, twerking that holy bakery of hers up and down our wounds.”
“You make it sound as if I did everything.” Enna chides, a smug little grin contradicting her tone.
The road continues to snake onward. Farms and fields continue on even further. And just as it seems Aldis’s estimate would be proven wrong, as the mountains begin to swallow the sun, the party find their goal.
Cresting a small hill, they were met with the sight of a cozy little hamlet. A collection of buildings on the side of the large cobble road, circular and partially fortified with a low wall. A building, larger than any of the houses they’d spied in the valley, was placed prominently at it’s center.
“And there’s the Wightgoat Inn.” Aldis beckons, turning back toward the party. “Knew we’d make it before sundown.”
“Just so.” Sula states, continuing onward with nary a pause.
“We’d almost have had to walk in the dark…” Natalia groans, “Traveling at night is doubly exhausting…” A small flush was still evident on her face, even when clearly exhausted.
“Well, perhaps if you weren’t busy stopping to ask every farmer questions on local history we’d have been here a lot sooner, Nat.” Aldis says with a smirk. Everyone in the party was clearly more than used to Natalia’s hyperfixations.
Nat pouts slightly, turning her eyes toward the party’s meaty pair of elven legs, “Surely if I were such a burden, Enna would hardly mind giving me a ride instead?” A painted nail runs itself along said woman’s long crest of elven ass cheek. “Our lovely elf is practically our party’s prized steed, wouldn’t you say Niles?”
“Our steed?” Niles looks the tall, bottom heavy Sasavi up and down. Weighed down with bags and boxes as she was, he has to admit Natalia isn’t wrong.
A small hum of warmth radiates from around Niles’s neck, suddenly. Yet as the boy pulls the dim ivory-hued amulet from his vest the odd sensation has already ceased.
Enna replies to Natalia’s teasing with a small chuckle, “Oh, I wouldn’t mind that at all, Nat. I’m always happy to be saddled up and stretch my legs.”A pause as she wobbles her heavily laden expanse of hip, “But it’s a bit much for even me to carry you AND our supplies.” Her bare toes scrunch against the cold stone road, as the toned muscle framing her powerful knees flex for a moment. “I could manage it for a while, but I’d be exhausted long before we’d make it anywhere… I may be built like a horse, but even they need to drink, hmm?”
A cute, mischievous little smile punctuates her statement. As she tilts her head, her long ears wiggling slightly.
“By drink she means ‘Get drunk’, of course.” Aldis laughs, turning toward his mount of a lover. “You may get on my case for drinking after a job, but as far back as I can remember you like to get plastered after I ride you for more than a mile.”
The party begin to move again, after catching Sula waving them forward with a somewhat impatient vignette of a stoic expression.
“Oh I am NOT that bad.” Enna argues, bumping the man lightly with her hip. “The only time I’ve come close to that was when you had me sprint through the night between Rymrlik and Elyr. Across the border. With you saddled onto my ass. Alongside that entire shipment of Giant Bloodfinch eggs.”
“And the entire crate full was-”
“And the entire crate full was broken, because a fool of a tradesman thought tying an unpadded box of EGGS all around my wobbling, Sasavi ass was a smart business decision.” The elven woman interrupts.
“Ahhhh yes…” Aldis nods along, grasping in chin in mock contemplation, “And then we both got drunk off our asses that night.”
“And we barely scraped by for coin over the next month.” Enna further adds, “The wine wasn’t anything special, but the food was heavenly…”
“Oh I remember,” Aldis responds with a sigh, “We had to make ends meet giving travelers rides over the plains for a while. Most people paid damn well to take a trip on a high-quality Sasavi ass, though. It’s not something everyone gets to experience.”
Enna merely smiles smugly in response, everyone unfazed by Natalia’s expositorily-incited moans, as the group finally make their way to the inn’s gates. Sula stands idly by, watching the road, until the group pass her by on their way into the inn.
A moment later, Aldis pauses at the door. “Looks a little worse for wear, huh?” Eyes were drawn to chipped paint, a cracked window or two, various signs of idle decay. “Ten years is a long time, I wonder if business has dropped off?”
Upon entering, the party was greeted with a contrasting sight. Warm wooden floors and walls, well-washed and maintained, made up the large tavern room. A collection of empty tables and chairs filled the space, as various prizes and trinkets framed the walls. The simple décor radiated warmth, just as much so as the actual fireplace, currently being stoked by the hunching silhouette of a rather beefy man.
As the man turns around, standing approximately to Niles’s height, his slight, dwarven features become evident. Strong, square jaw, and rounded nose. A half-Dwarf, not an average sight amongst the locals.
The man’s tired, brown eyes suddenly spark to life, imitating wide saucers as he bellowed in surprise. “It’s you! I can’t believe it! It’s been nigh on a decade since you last came through here.”
“I’m surprised you remember us!” Aldis laughs, slightly surprised.
“I remember HER.” The man points a thick, muscled digit toward the towering elf. “Not every day we see a Sasavi walk through the valley. Especially not one as wide as her.”
“I’m rather ‘well-rounded’ even amongst Sasavi,” Enna smiles, unhitching bag after bag from her hips as she speaks, laying them softly upon the strong darkwood of an unset table. “You can offer a prayer if you wish.”
A deep guffaw echoes from the man’s throat, as he slaps his knee. “Oh, it’s a kind offer ma’am, but you’d be hard-pressed to find any Sasavi worshipers up here.” He moves toward one of the myriad vacant empty tables and pulls an extra stool up. “Why don’t you all take a seat, I’m sure you’ve been walking a dayslength at least, eh?”
The party begins to sit down, Nat sighing in relief as she lay back, especially exhausted.
Enna meanwhile, pushes the extra stool the innkeeper kindly provided adjacent to another. A comparatively tiny seat per giant ass cheek, her heavy brown flesh easily overflowing each stool’s rim as she leans her elbows forward on her knees, a content expression on her face as she cups it in her palms. The elf made no attempt to fit her gargantuan trunks under the hem of the table, well aware there wasn’t enough space for them in the slightest.
“Ahh~ To be free of those bags at last…” She sighs, a wide smile and heavy lidded eyes adorns her face. “My hips were beginning to get unbearably sore.”
“You know we can help, if it’s really that hard on you Enna.” Niles surprisingly speaks up, sitting snugly between Aldis and Natalia. “I don’t mind carrying stuff.”
Aldis grins at the young man’s offer. “She may make a show of being exhausted but she doesn’t really mind, Niles.” His eyes lock onto his elven lover’s gaze as she sticks her tongue out in mock response, “She’s always insisted she carry most of the load as long as I’ve known her.”
“Well, obviously.” Enna chirps in, “We Sasavi make great mounts and porters. Even if it’s satisfying to make use of my own natural talents, It’s still tiring work.”
“Were you all planning to be fed, or am I misremembering?” Sula interjects suddenly, fiddling with a knife at the table. “I would not mind hunting for a meal as usual-”
“Oh right!” Enna exclaims, eyes suddenly sparkling.
“If it’s food you’re after I just started up the stove in the back.” The gruff voice of the innkeeper answers from over the counter, “Why don’t you all tell me what you’re interested in? Familiar with any local meals and I can probably cook it right up.”
“Do you still serve that Auroch meal from years back?” Aldis inquires, leaning back in his chair.
“The one with that delicious Marincian glaze?” Enna quickly adds.
“Ahh…” A moment of silence and a defeated sigh rings out from the kitchen, “We’ve not had any Auroch meat for a while.”
“Any reason why?” Aldis asks, patting the shoulder of the dejected elf sitting next to him. “I did notice there weren’t any grazing on the way here.”
“Livestock plague a few years ago. We lost most of the bovine from it.” The wide bulky man answers plainly, “I’d usually get a shipment of it from further down the Rift but…”
“But?” Natalia shoots, ears having perked up from the conversation.
“Road’s been empty last few month or so. No traders, no wanderers.” A well-worn hand slams itself against the counter. “Bandits, I reckon. Draut and Vautest have been making a play at war, a lot of deserters have been creeping into the mountains as a result.”
“You know for a fact it’s bandits?” Aldis presses, with a hiding a small grin.
“Has to be. Group of rough looking folk tried extorting me a few weeks back. Even broke one or two of my windows.” He scratches his chin in thought, “Made talk of holding up the highroads but could’ve just been puffing out their chests.”
“Why don’t we take care of them for you.” Aldis states, confident smile now firmly affixed to his face. “If the high roads open back up thanks to us, you should be able to pay us with a nice meal, right?”
The man, taken aback, laughs deeply. “Oh, I’d be happy to pay you a good bit more for it, if you can actually get anything done.” He looks around at the empty room, seats upon seats of unfilled and silent tables. “I’d do anything to get back the lively atmosphere around here.”
“We’ll take tonight’s meal as up-front payment then~” Enna barters, a smug little smile looking back toward the innkeeper, as her ass wiggles in her makeshift seat.
Another guffaw from the man. He relents, “The food, I can be persuaded, Ma’am. But you’ll still have to pay for your rooms.”
“You’re so kind, sir~” That smug, elven grin deepens.
Looking around, judging the party’s mood. Aldis quickly speaks up, directing the group’s attention. “We’re all good for a little job tomorrow, I assume?”
“Oh, of course.” Natalia huffs out, face slightly flush. “I’m very excited to document what goods these bandits may have cataloged. And it’s been a fair bit since I’ve been forced to use my magics.”
“No complaints.” Sula says, “Won’t be a bother.”
Enna speaks up next, bemused, “No need to even ask me, dear. You know how I feel about banditry.”
Aldis turned to look Niles in the eye, the newest member of their group. “You’ve never had to fight another person before have you, Niles? I don’t plan to break out into a fight, but it’s pretty likely-”
“I’m good, sir.” Niles croaks out, hand grabbing the pommel of his over-sized sword. “I’m ready for anything.”
A wide grin answered the boy back, “You’ll be fine, Niles.”
The night passes on, in that lonely but warm inn. The party conversing well into the evening about tomorrow’s plans, interrogating the innkeeper on anything he knows. It wasn’t much, but they knew where to start.
The haphazard group of adventurers were ready to take on their first job in weeks, all for the sight of a tasty meal and a happy, well-fed elf.
Notes:
Not an explicitly sexual chapter, with a seemingly small change. But I hope you all enjoy a little chapter full of banter and letting the changes sit a bit.
Hopefully I can get out a direct continuation of this soon since I already have a decent picture of what I want to do.
Chapter 5: The Cold Mountain pASS
Summary:
Waylaid on their journey by promise of traveling funds, the party make their way further into the mountains on a job.
The mundane effects of the innocuous artifact's meddling ever present in the group's new reality.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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The wooden walls of a well-kept inn room flutters with the soft light of a bedside lantern. The dimly lit lodging is pleasantly warm, despite the cool, mountain winds blowing outside the window. Two figures speak intimately, in the comfortable duskiness.
“You don’t actually plan to fight those bandits do you, Aldis?” Enna inquires, her ass sitting firmly on the relatively small wooden bed. The flesh of her huge brown cheeks overshooting the downy mattress’s bounds by a considerable margin, excess squishing firmly against the frames’ sides.
The length of her curvaceous, toned legs, each as long as a human man, find themselves stretching languidly into the lap of her lover, Aldis. The man sits back in an armchair at the foot of the bed, idly massaging his mount of a wife’s bare feet as he continues the conversation.
“If it’s even actually bandits.” A slight pause, as he dug his thumb into the arch of a lithe, elven foot, eliciting a small moan, “Mr. Innkeeper didn’t sound so sure.”
“You think he’s lying?” A lift, and cross of the legs to reorient.
“I think he’s wrong, at most.” Aldis corrects, his fingers not missing a beat as their target of foot changes. “If it was just bandits you’d think the local militia would have done something. Ascain isn’t so peaceful by happenstance.”
“Hmm… Do you think they have little farmer boys patrolling every mountain pass?” Enna chuckles, laying back into the wall, a pillow propped comfortably behind her flowing, white cascade of hair. Seeing the woman’s legs stretch out as they were, glowing in the low, lantern light, really drew the eye toward the comparative daintiness of her disproportional upper body. Each thigh, sturdy and powerful, easily dwarfing her entire torso. “If war is really breaking out in the south, the cantons have probably called all of the actually experienced militiamen closer to the border.”
“You may be right…” Aldis groans, running an idle hand up and down one of the large calves weighing him down. “We’re not familiar with the local politics, not nowadays at least… Who knows what’s going on.”
“If it’s just a small band of thugs, it’s no issue.” Muscular legs bulging for emphasis “But even I’m wary at the thought of some rogue mercenaries, or anyone else with actual experience.”
“I can’t disagree with you there.” Aldis sighs, “We’ve all handled worse before, but I’d rather not force Niles into a situation like that, yet.”
“You sounded like you were ready to turn the little man into a killer downstairs,” Enna smirks, running the sole of a foot along Aldis’s cheek, “Your usual play at confidence?”
A small, almost tired smile answered back, letting the woman’s toes tousle idly in his messy hair, “I’m not planning to talk the boy down. I remember when I set out from home with stars in my eyes too.”
“As far as I can see, those tired eyes are still plenty filled with stars.” Enna laughs, sighing back into her wall-pillow.
A moment of comfortable silence fills the room. A natural stopping point in the couple’s conversation makes way to the simple, relaxed air of each other’s physical company. Days of nonstop travel rewarded, as usual, with a night of simple comfort.
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The next day, and the sun hangs high in the sky. Already well on their way into the mountains, the group had finished preparing in the chill of the Ascainian morning. Small packs hung from Enna’s hips, ever the party’s trusty beast of burden, while the rest of the party traveled relatively weightlessly.
“I have to admit, we’ve never run into much banditry in the Ascainian passes…” Enna ponders aloud, the party having well left the warmth and comfort of the roadside inn, the valley already shrinking behind them as they climb into the rolling hills.
“According to the Innkeep, it’s deserters. This current bunch anyway.” Aldis answers, unsure himself. “Don’t know if it’s the climate, or something else about Ascain, but even years back we never had a violent run-in with anyone. Wasn’t any wars going on though.”
“Deserters may be a bit less open to talking, Aldis…” Enna sighs. The traveled woman instinctively taking note of the road’s increasingly unsure footing, and inconsistent width. She was a naturally sure-footed woman, like most Sasavi. Carrying goods and people atop her hips demanded a higher level of situational awareness than most others.
“I’m not planning to come to blows, either way.” the man states confidently, as the party makes their way up the winding road. “Bandits are cowards more often than not. A little push from Enna or Sula, or one of Nat’s barrages,” a dramatic wiggle of his fingers emulating his meaning, “and they’ll listen to whatever we have to say.”
“You’re always so confident…” Nat sighs, “While I’m well glad to educate strangers on the delightful dangers of magic, I’m not really sure how I feel about you referring to me as if I were some manner of ballistae...”
Natalia was currently the only member of the party not walking on her own feet. Her long legs hanging loosely over the side of Enna’s wide hip, the busty mage looking comparatively tiny sitting atop the Sasavi woman sidesaddle. They had all easily agreed that allowing her to ride the party’s elf was a good plan, ensuring the mage’s stamina and safety would be paramount, if a fight did end up breaking out.
“I’ve never met a woman I’d more confidently refer to as a ‘Ballistae’ if I’m being honest.” Aldis looks back at the mage over his shoulder, flush still evident on her face as she sits lazily atop Enna’s massive ass, “Anyway, one collection of immolated eyebrows later, and most down-on-their-luck highwaymen tend to happily move on with their lives.”
The party continues further into the mountains, a growing chill in the wind as they lose sight of the valley below amongst the gray, rocky crags. A cold fog rolls in, down from the still frigid peaks.
The light clattering of metal fills the sudden, windless quiet. While it wasn’t much, the party was more openly armed than they’d usually bother to be. Their heavy steps feeling louder than they really were in the pass’s conspicuous silence.
Niles mind wanders with his eyes, the boy remaining silent most of the trip, as he walks wedged firmly in between the three veteran travelers he found himself with. He considered if they were enclosing him on purpose for his own safety, and looking around at them, he could feel he understood why.
Aldis. now wearing a light layer of chainmail under his already well-padded gambeson, was fitted to be somewhat light on his feet. His “lovely steed” looks much the same, the large elf still carrying the unarmored and unbothered Natalia.
Enna’s torso is attired similarly to Aldis, padded Highwool filling her poofy sleeves, and a thin layer of metal quietly jangled down over her nearly exposed crotch. The rest of her lower body, meanwhile, was completely bare. Save for her recently acquired leather longboots, ones missing the actual “shoe” part of the boot, curiously enough.
A long, southern blade adorned both lovers’ hips, hanging loosely in their sheathes. Sasavi blades, long and curved, undoubtedly much like the voluptuous smith that crafted them.
Sula obviously felt no need to wear anything protective. Her usual battle attire was the same as her casual affair, an intricately weaved two-piece set of unusual leather and fabric trying its best to cover the bulging mass of her important bits. Every inch of her perfectly toned muscularity on display, ruddy skin etched with intricate blue markings that glimmered slightly in the daylight sun.
A large polearm rests over Sula’s broad shoulder. An odd mix of Northern steel, a complex head made for both stabbing and chopping, and adornments from her own Far-Southern homeland. Markings most Drasidians had never seen and small bits of beautifully carved jewelry that draws the eye. An intentional meld of distraction and minor ceremony.
Niles eyes continue to dart between the party, soaking in them in, before glancing down at himself. An unassuming tunic draped over his torso, covered only by a small, padded vest. His father’s old sword, chipped, weathered, and much too large for his build, hung from his waist. Comparing himself to the others he suddenly felt woefully unequipped.
Before he could ponder such for long, Sula raises her arm, drawing the party to a stop
“The air’s cold. Far too cold.” She states plainly, beckoning Aldis a step further.
Aldis follows the warrior woman’s lead, meeting her place on the path he quickly felt the air freeze against his chest. “You’re right, that IS cold...” He exhaled calmly, breath suddenly visible. “Too cold for this time of year at the least.”
“How high up are we?” Niles asks, wondering briefly if he had been that lost in his own thoughts. “Feels like we’re up in the clouds with all this fog...”
“We’ve walked a fair bit but we shouldn’t be particularly high, compared to the valley.” Enna answers, the fat of her ass and thighs wobbling as she shivered slightly, the cold wind seeming to actively creep down along the path, enveloping the party.
Natalia hops down from her shivering seat quickly, humming to herself as she closes her eyes in concentration. Following whispered words and motions of her hand, a light glow emits from her palms as some manner of pulse follows, tingling briefly at the edge of perception.
“There’s definitely some manner of magic at play here…” Natalia finally answers, the others’ attention firmly locked on her. She shudders briefly before continuing. “It may appear as an unusual mountain chill, but it’s… wrong. The air’s mana is most certainly being tampered with further ahead.”
As if on cue, Sula and Aldis continue their pace. With Enna following just a step behind. Niles stood watching their confident strides for a long moment, before Natalia’s soft hand gave him a light push on the back, urging him forward with her.
“I hope it’s not these alleged bandits, Aldis…” Enna sighs, beginning to wobble her way toward the front of the group.
The mentioned man grimaces, looking back at Enna. “Don’t jinx it. When was the last time we ran into a bandit wizard?”
A brief picture of a deranged, dirty hedge mage flashed amongst the couple’s thoughts. Memories of the man’s rants of ‘rat magic’ still etched in their minds. Along with the smell.
“Last year I think, the rat guy-” Enna began to answer before Aldis’s pitiful expression causes her to pause.
“It may simply be a small elemental phenomena. I wouldn’t worry about a run in with any… experimental mages.” Natalia interrupts from behind, a slight blush to her unbothered smile. “It’s not overly common, but there are a good amount of recorded sightings of localized snowstorms due to unusual shifts of natural mana-”
“I’m going to assume that means you can handle it, Nat?” Enna interjected, meeting the mage’s eyes over her shoulder. A smug shake of her hips as if to inspire the Rudanian woman along despite the interruption.
“I should be able to fix the issue if needs be, yes.” Nat laughs to herself, unable to separate her eyes from the Sasavi’s wobbling ass, “Though with how cold it already is, the process may be unpleasant to sit through...”
The elf tapped a finger to her chin in a moment of thought. “Well, we should be prepared for that, I think.” Glancing to her side, Enna shoots her partner a brief look, nodding behind her with a coy smile.
Aldis reciprocates the expression without a word, effortlessly throwing himself up onto the elven woman’s massive ass. Feet lock into the leather stirrups dangling from Enna’s tight belt, the seat of his pants adjusting comfortably against the padded ass of his elven mount.
The path continues further and further up, fog growing heavier, cold dirt giving way to a frosty snow.
“Snow this far down the pass?” Aldis sighs from atop his Enna-shaped perch, as his lover trots along beneath him.
“You aren’t the one walking through it you dolt!” Enna laughs, her bare toes scrunching against the deepening snow seemingly unbothered. “You should be thankful your favorite Sasavi makes such a comfortable beast of burden, hmm?”
“Most horses would definitely have trouble in our current predicament I’d say…” Natalia interjects, a simple warmth spell visibly radiating around her and Niles.
“Oh, certainly!” A laugh punctuates Aldis’s confirmation, “In all our years together, Enna has proven more exemplary than any other steed I’ve happened to ride.”
“I’m right here you know… Don’t speak as if I’m not present.” Enna huffed with a proud look on her face, betraying her faux offense. Her long ears wiggled happily at her lover’s compliment. “I’m obviously a superior mount to some common animal.”
The snow grows deeper now, reaching up to the party’s shins. A harsh wind and flurry of snow cut off the party’s banter as they continue on, focused more on the task at hand. Before a sudden shout cuts through the howling cold.
“MOVE!” Sula shouts, shifting her weight to the side, dodging a sudden lunge of blue from the swirling white. Her hands firmly grip the haft of her halberd as she turns to face the sudden assailant.
Enna too, effortlessly repositions herself next to Natalia, avoiding the hostile movement as her and her rider both draw their blades.
“I-is it the bandits?” Niles asks, awkwardly pulling out his blade as he sidles up to the mage’s side. “I can barely see a thing, how are they-”
“No. Our foe definitely is not human…” Natalia answers, quickly channeling her mana into her staff.
Within the next moment, another lunge, and another, and another. The shimmering scales of something, incandescent silver and blue, meet the end of the adventurer’s blades as its weight continues its arc back into the fog. There were multiple, a deluge of barely visible scales, striking at the party unseen.
“Well, looks like I was right, huh? Definitely not bandits.” Aldis comments, defending his mounted lover’s flank. Enna laughs to herself, a lighting quick kick sending one of their assailants flying.
Sula effortlessly holds back any attempted assault from her end, barely giving an inch to the fog-covered beasts.
As the seconds flow on, the fog heightens to a storm of snow, the air growing deathly frigid.
“To me!” Natalia shouts through the screaming hail, voice cutting like magical blades.
Sula and Enna back up to the mage’s circle of warmth with practiced speed, Niles view quickly being eclipsed by the Sasavi’s massive, brown ass.
Aldis and Enna slice at a creature’s form, as Sula locks her haft within the barely-visible, blue jaws of another, before Natalia finally finishes channeling her spell.
With the piercing sound of wood impacting stone, and the snap of her fingers, the snowstorm clears. A violent vortex of warm wind alters the scene in an instant, radiating out from the mage’s own body. Warm winds surge past Niles weakly, yet only so, before their strength magnifies.
Aldis grips Enna’s waist tightly, as the two larger women show off their exceptional physiques. The fat of Enna’s lower body jiggles wildly in that burst of wind, but more pressing to Niles eyes was the sheer tightness of her bulging leg muscles, their power on full display as she stood her ground. Sula was much the same, every inch of her chorded legs strained in that moment to remain planted through Natalia’s storm.
The fog lifted to reveal a large clearing, covered in snow. Large, translucent crystals grew from the mountain’s stone walls, obstructing most of the rather wide pass. Dead trees blew wildly in the deathly, unnatural wind at the edge of the party’s newly provided vision.
Their once unseen enemies were not spared by Natalia’s forceful magic, being flung violently away from the group as intended. As the shimmering white and blue scales shine in the newly revealed sun, crawling and shambling over each other in a slithering pile, the party quickly realizes their precarious situation.
“Ah yes.” Aldis sighs as he takes stock of their surroundings.
“Wyrms…” Enna joins him with a sigh of her own, eyes darting around to the numerous lizards recovering from their momentary shock.
Wyrms. Frost Wyrms. Four-limbed, flightless draconids standing higher than a human man. The large gecko-like creature’s icy scales are cold to the touch, with a frigid bite that brings with it an almost instantaneous frostbite. Incredibly dangerous, but usually placid animals. But something was different.
“Twenty two… Thirty…” Sula counts each and every Wyrm crawling out of the distant fog, retaking her defensive position slightly further from Natalia, “There’s far too many here for just us to handle…”
“If we took them out one at a time, yeah.” Aldis states readjusting himself on his lover’s backside, said lover moving her own position in preparation, “Nat, you know what to do, right?”
“So cute…” The mage blushed, watching the frosty salamanders crawl over each other to catch their bearings, unfazed even as the others cut down more than a few still cognizant enough to lunge their way. “I’ve never seen a frost wyrm up close-”
“Nat!” Enna yelled, shaking her from her thoughts. The mage refocused on the mounted pair, following their pointed fingers toward an odd glow, just beyond the clearing. The wyrms were seemingly guarding it, the ones not attacking stand between it and the party.
“Oh! Of course!” She smirked, lobbing a simple bolt of flame through the lingering fog, as Enna darted forward after it, Aldis jumping off on cue to back up Sula.
The flame cut through the frost, impacting something with an inhuman screech, as the Elf darted between snapping lizards with graceful speed, meeting the same target as the flames with the full force of her massive legs.
A loud boom rings out, as the fog lifted. Enna faded into view, her kick having shattered the skull of an absurdly large Wyrm. The beast, fetid and frozen, unable to even move, as it’s frosty, blue blood poured out onto the rocks.
Enna’s eyes dart over the length of the dead beast, noting it’s body pierced and maimed by odd crystalline formations. Realizing quickly there was something far more unnatural than a non-hibernating pack of wyrms at play.
Almost to answer her thoughts, the pained screamed of the other lizards rang out in her ears, crystals erupting from their bodies as a magical frost poured from their newly opened wounds.
“They’re coming again.” Sula states, standing side by side with Aldis as the wyrms’ screams mark a wave of movement from the reinvigorated salamanders. Lunging and gnawing at the two fighters as they hold their ground.
Sula, unfazed by the animals’ size effortlessly uses her strength to halt and redirect the creatures momentum, slicing and throwing them aside to protect Natalia and Niles with no issue.
Covering her back, Aldis fought rather differently, allowing the lizards own weight to fall into the sharpened curve of his elven blade. He merely dodged aside most strikes, almost dancing around the creatures as he covered Sula’s backside, empowering her to focus her brunt forward.
Niles watches on, occasionally slapping away a weakened straggler as Natalia’s barrier burned their flesh, amazed at the two’s coordination. But not nearly as amazed as what he saw next.
Dashing back to the party with the thunderous force of a cavalry charge, Enna massive width barrels itself through a score of slithering wyrms, kicking and slashing apart anything she could run through, the woman a whirling dance of flesh and steel.
She halted her charge directly behind Aldis, knocking a stray lizard into the arc of Sula’s slicing polearm, before grabbing Aldis’s hand and tossing him over her shoulder. The man seated himself atop his companion’s hips, their matching blades covering the other’s blind spots, the two fighting as one, for that brief moment, before the man kicked himself free of the elven woman’s ass, intercepting the lunge of jumping wyrm, moments before it could collide with Natalia’s form.
“How’re you two holding up?” He looks back with a smile, sweat dripping from his brow as the two women continue fighting beyond him. “Looks like there were much more than 30 of these bastards huh?” A sidestep and a swift pull of Niles arm punctuated his statement, as one of the lizards lunged through Natalia’s aura, missing the three and singeing it’s frozen skin before it collapses behind them.
“Tired…” Natalia sighs, still channeling her mana, her breathing somewhat heavy “From what I’ve read of frost wyrms this behavior is rather unusual, isn’t it?”
“From my experience, yeah.” Aldis states, helping Niles swat away the strike from an addled lizard or two. “Enna ran right for the head of their flock, usually as soon as that things dead the rest run off for their own safety. Being emboldened by it is just odd.”
Natalia seems lost in thought for a moment, before a stray icy shard flew past her eyes. “And are the odd crystals a normal part of their physiology?”
“Definitely a ‘No’.” Aldis states, picking one free of a freshly slain corpse, before it melts away, tossing it into Natalia’s hand.
Quickly examining the odd mineral’s physical and magical structure, a flush passes over Natalia’s face. “Oh my~ I believe I’ve learned something new…” She lightly moans to herself, shoving to freezing crystal into one of her many alchemical pouches. “I’ll finish this all as soon as I can, Aldis.”
A grin answers her, as she begins to chant, staff held firmly between her rubbing thighs, “That’s what I like to hear.” Aldis looks back toward Niles, giving the boy a firm slap on the back. “Keep up the good work Niles, our favorite ballistae here is in your hands.”
A moment of surprise plays across Niles face, before nodding back. “Leave it to me!”
As Aldis rejoins the others, remounting Enna in one smooth, choreographed motion, Niles bunts off any straggling, injured creatures that made their way past the others. The boy holds his own for minutes at a time as Natalia gradually begins to glow with a fiery light, the heat around the mage changing from pleasant, to uncomfortable quickly. Unlike Aldis, he doesn’t know what she’s planning to do, but he’s familiar enough with Natalia by now to know that they just had to hold out until she’s ready.
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That brief moment of distraction, lost in his thoughts, was enough to catch him off guard. A wyrm lunged between the front line, Sula’s halberd grazing it’s hide, just barely short of it, as it sinks it’s frigid teeth into Niles’ torso. The boy’s skin immediately grows pale as he coughs up a cloud of frosty air.
Within the next moment a blur flew before Niles’ eyes, the lizard’s head was locked firmly between the muscular girth of two massive, Sasavi thighs. A loud SNAP rang out, as the woman’s legs pivoted to the side, flexing their beautifully corded muscle oft hidden under layers of fat. The trunks effortlessly break the beast’s vertebra without hesitation, its body fell limply from Niles into a pooling mass of it’s own frosty blood, as Enna kicked it away quickly. Niles vision fades slightly as she runs up, speaking to him. He barely understands what she’s saying in that moment.
“… Vitals… fine…” He makes out as the elven woman checks him over, “...cold to the touch… Don’t worry… a little sweat and you’ll be… as rain.” A caring smile stretches across her face as she holds him, catching him as his legs give way.
She sets the boy down on the ground, up against the party’s bags. Stone beneath, raw and uncovered by snow, warm from Natalia’s magics. Before flipping around, positioning herself over him.
The last thing Niles sees before his vision goes black, is the sight of those two massive, brown orbs hovering above him, quickly engulfing his weakened form in a flood of soothingly soft flesh.
The Sasavi woman begins to grind and wobble her huge ass all over the boy with practiced fluidity. The reddish brown of her cheeks slowly radiating with a warm, uplifting golden light. Each cheek jiggling lewdly, the loud clapping of her posterior drowning out the clashing of battle as she grinds into him.
Niles body feels warm, a rising contentment encompassing every inch of his soul. He feels his energy slowly returning alongside the golden glow, and that pleasant, soft sensation of ass flesh.
Enna, meanwhile, runs her hands possessively over her own gyrating hips, groping as much of the massive cheeks as she can in reverence. Words of praise accompany her ministrations. Words most sacred to all Sasavi women, words of dutiful worship toward her own ass.
“Oh Goddess, may your healing light shine through the perfection that is my ass,” the elven woman moans softly in prayer. “May the radiance and softness of my delicious cheeks, massive and shapely, mirror even a fraction of your own~”
Niles could hear, for but a moment, the sounds of battle once more. Tearing flesh, breaking bones, and the bass of a large explosion. But only for a moment, as it all faded back away into the warmth of Enna’s cheeks. Into the soothing sounds of ardent admiration for her own, perfect, ass.
“May its heft carry all that may weigh it down… May its shape enrapture all with its beauty… May its softness sooth the souls of the weary… May it-”
And then the words are gone. Niles eyes shoot open with a start, being met with a smug little smile, and a kind touch.
“Oh thank the Goddess, you’re all in one piece.” A content sigh punctuates Enna’s statement, as her hands glide over the tears in Nile’s tunic. The boy quickly realizes he was laid across the Sasavi woman’s large lap, the soft firmness of her thighs causing red to quickly overtake his face. Enna giggles in response to this, “Niles, surely you’re not going to be so coy after my ass just saved your life, hmm?”
The woman’s smug smile only widens, as her eyes narrow to the boy’s radiant red blush. “N-no!” He exclaims, rolling himself free of Enna’s lap and shambling to his feet, “I mean, thank you so much Enna-”
Another giggle cuts him off, “Thank my ass, little swordsman. It’s the only reason your wounds were so minor.” A small wiggle of her hips accentuates her statement, as the Sasavi stands up, twirling around on her heel to put her ass directly in Niles’ view.
Unsure exactly what she wants, Niles awkwardly leans forward and plants a small kiss onto the massive swell of Enna’s ass. A small, happy glow wobbles across her cheeks, accompanying her amusement as she smiles back at him, smugly.
A firm hand meets Niles’ back the next moment, Aldis looking down at the boy with a concern. His rough hand runs over torn fabric, a sigh escaping from him before his usual grin stretches back across his face.
“You did good, Niles.” The older man states, walking toward Enna and hitting her ass with a playful slap. “Luckily our favorite mule’s here to pick you back up, huh?” Enna’s long ears wiggle happily at the strange compliment, even as she lightly hip checks Aldis in the side, a wordless gesture to ‘shut it’.
Niles looks to the side, taking note of the large piles of wyrm corpses lining the pass. The lizards almost appear to be melting in the warm sun, the fog and frost seemingly having dissipated with the creatures’ deaths. Burn marks seared the ground, visible even on raw stone, Natalia’s work no doubt. Said mage, and Sula were rooting through one of the piles for one reason or another, Niles could only guess, though his mind was wandering toward his own ineffectiveness more than anything.
Picking up on this, the boy’s sullen face hardly hiding anything, Aldis lets out a loud laugh. Slapping the boy’s back, he smiles warmly, “It’s on us that one of those bastards made it close to Nat in the first place, and-” He pauses for a moment, hand pointing at the boy’s sword, shimmering blue blood drying on it’s blade, “AND even then you fought them off, with a brand new set of scars too!”
“I definitely healed him quick enough to-” Enna starts, smug little grin on her face. Before her lover’s pitiful expression cuts her off, clearly not wanting his attempted motivational speech to be sidelined. A cheeky chuckle finishes the elf’s statement, instead.
“You two were amazing…” Niles answers back, catching the couple somewhat off guard. Their eyes both meet his, noticing a newfound sparkle. That same excitement he’d been dripping when they passed through his tiny Gaustian town. “How did you two do all that… dancing stuff?”
“D-dancing?” Aldis laughs awkwardly, looking over at Enna to see the woman’s ears and hips wiggling happily. Smugly. As her eyes meet his. “I guess it is somewhat like dancing, huh?”
“Aldis has ridden me for many years at this point, so it’s something of a bond…” Enna trails off, considering herself for a moment. Many Sasavi cavalry pairs don’t fight at all like the two of them, tending to remain together as one unit. Before she could continue her reverie, Aldis continues.
“I’m sure he means the actual swordsmanship more than anything, En.” Aldis smiles at the elf, lightly slapping her ass. He turns back toward Niles, an idea sparking in his mind, “How about… we talk about this later, off the mountain. We’d be more than happy to teach you a thing or two.”
Niles was radiating an aura of excitement at this, the boy emboldened by a shiny new goal on his horizon. The sparkling grin stretching his face remained even as Natalia quickly shifted the conversation.
Nat, slight flush, presents one of the smaller crystals that lined the wyrms.
“Pure mana.” She states, bluntly. “Turning any aetherial substance physical like this is… not easy.”
A heat pulses out from Niles’ chest, almost in response to Natalia’s words. One the boy vaguely notices as he begins to twirl his odd ivory pendent between his fingers in brief investigation. It felt different from before, an inward call rather than an outward statement. A momentary hunger that quickly ceased, alongside the lad’s puzzled expression. The dull hue of the bone filling just slightly with light.
“They were not growing from the animals either. Not naturally, I should say.” Sula continues, “Their skin and scales were punctured, almost as if the stones erupted from within.”
“They were definitely far, FAR more aggressive than any wyrm I’ve encountered.” Enna reaffirms, “They acted like no animal I’ve ever seen, on that note…”
“No self-preservation instinct, yes.” Natalia groans out, both horny from their analyses, and tired from the fight. “There’s definitely something intentional about all this. Or at the very least, very troubling.”
“I’d say it’s not our place to worry about it, unfortunately.” Aldis cuts in. “Collect whatever you feel the need to, Natalia, and let’s head back for our coin.”
“And the food, we were promised more food!” Enna adds with a wide smile and a bounce on her heels. The horse of a woman’s stomach grumbling loudly as if on cue.
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“Frost Wyrms? By the gods, this time of year?” The gruff voice of the Innkeeper exclaims, bushy eyebrows raise high on his dwarven features as he refills the cup in front of him.
“We took care of it, so business should start picking back up as soon as word gets out.” Aldis laughs, taking a swig from his just-refilled cup. “Hopefully the place will be as full as tonight on the regular, huh?”
The atmosphere in the inn is far more lively tonight, Aldis’ gaze sweeps over the breadth of customers, the local farmers and villagers making merry with the other members of his own group. A dopey smile stretches the mans face.
Enna’s chowing down on an entire table’s worth of food, ears wagging happily as she shimmies in her tiny seats.
Natalia is excitedly chatting away with some of the more sober locals. Aldis assumes she’s asking about crop rotations or some other mundane tidbit she’s curious about at the moment, that tell-tale blush of hers evident on her face even from here.
Sula is enjoying a meal herself, curtly answering a bevy of questions from some local hunters. Considering one of them is holding up a wyrm tooth the group brought back, animal slaying is more than likely their topic of conversation.
Niles, however, is trying to hide his embarrassment. A group of local girls insisted on stitching up his torn clothing, and the boy’s clearly not used to so much attention.
Aldis turns away from the warm joy of the tavern, back to counting through the heavy sack of Drasidian coppers. A content smile on his face as he finishes downing another drink.
The warm light of the inn glows long into the cold night, our party enjoying the night of simple fulfillment before they set out on their travels again tomorrow morning.
Notes:
Didn't plan on this one taking so long, but I hope you enjoyed.
Despite not a lot explicitly horny happening, hoping that seeing the various reality alterations stack up and continue on as mundanities are still appealing hahaha. Also I've never really written "action" so excuse my sloppy first attempt.
Let me know what you thought either way, always hugely motivating.
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