The satiated teammates began to come to their senses.
L settled down on one of the beds. Lying on my side, I pressed the fair elf's back against my breasts. Slowly, with a thump, I fucked her, thinking about how in the coming war we would desperately need the support of a strong healer. Even more so than a powerful mage...
At least that's what it seems to me.
Mefar, Mairinna and Turid rolled out a blanket on the floor and dumped the trophies onto it.
There were a great many weapons: five straight, meter-long swords reminiscent of claymores, four short swords, five curved sabers, more than fifteen different daggers, a pair of strange sickles, three small crossbows and bundles of bolts for them...
All of this was in varying degrees of wear and tear and quality.
There weren't many pieces of armor—only what we'd salvaged from Mairinna's captors. And that consisted of only a knight's breastplate and his squire's light armor, a pair of shoulder pads and bracers, and three greaves.
That's all.
Mefar said:
— If you're lucky enough to sell all this for five gold coins, that will be a success...
L paused and said:
— We left practically everything valuable that the kidnappers had for ourselves: I took the weapons and almost all the knight's armor and I wear it, and I put it on my body
two chain mails... - finishing, I squeezed the right breast of the groaning blonde with feeling and continued: - ...although I would like either a relief cuirass, like the northern women have, with bulges under the chest, or at least a breastplate.
Mefar sighed:
"We need to see how we're doing financially—besides everything else, we also need bedding and linens. We'll also need to buy at least a couple of healing elixirs. And I'm sure the prices have already doubled. Will we have enough money for all of this?"
"Let's empty our pockets..." I said, letting go of her breast and taking the blonde's sweat-drenched face in my fingers. Turning her toward me, I kissed Elran's plump lips, parted in anticipation, while simultaneously driving my cock deeper and continuing the process. The blonde opened her eyes slightly, and I saw them glow with an unbearably bright white-green light. Breaking the kiss, I licked her cheek with relish, a drop of salty sweat trickling down it, and released her face.
"It's so hot inside..." she moaned. "The warmth spreads from my lower abdomen, an unbearable, pleasant heat, throughout my entire body. I give in to it and melt, melt... melt..." She moaned the last word. Mefar rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Pfft! I think so! Okay..." She rummaged through her things and pulled out a plump purse: "Ten gold for the Crooked Eye gang contract and the ten gold you gave me."
The bag jingled heavily as the commander dropped it onto the blanket.
Turid sighed and took out her purse:
"We have almost no money. Five silver coins..."
The succubus gave me a pointed look. I nodded, and she pulled out our purse. She tugged at its strings, carefully poured the gold out into the air, and said,
"A little over one hundred and ten gold pieces. And there's still some change, worth about half a silver coin."
Those present whistled expressively and Mefar commented contentedly:
"Well, well. With that kind of money, you can take the best and still have some left over." Suddenly, the fair one placed her hand on my thigh and held me steady, stopping the rhythm. Taking a couple of deep breaths, she caught her breath and said:
"I have another thirty gold pieces sewn into the lining, but that's for emergencies. Just so we're well prepared..." She opened her brightly shining eyes wide and continued in a firmer voice: "Better to spend the extra coin protecting our treasure than to have it foolishly disappear." She lifted her leg and gracefully placed it behind mine. The image of my penis buried to the brim between her lips became visible to those present. She then said: "I'd even borrow it if I had someone. Maybe when we get to the Duchess, she'll let us dig into her purse?" Mairinna shrugged.
"He will. I'm sure of it. They'll shower us with gold from head to toe: Mother spends a thousand gold pieces a month on Katus alone. And Serkhot can take as much money as he wants. Although he practically doesn't spend any money. He simply likes gold and works of art made from it. He sleeps with it, like a dragon." She shrugged again. "He has a quirk. They say he was very poor for a long time, and even when he rose to power, stinginess became a fetish for him. Besides, evil tongues say he can't even succeed in bed unless his partner is wearing at least a couple of kilos of gold jewelry, and for his captives, he has specially made gold chains and shackles..."
At the end of her story, those present chuckled and even laughed. Mefar glanced at the money and said:
— So we sell the excess, supplement Alres's armor, linens, bedding...
Elran let go of my thigh and gently stroked my leg:
"We need to look at the horses: Alres' horse can carry two without any problems, but the rest are already there in an hour."
"Ooh," Mefar drawled, casting an appraising glance at the northerners. "I forgot... Three horses for ten. If only you didn't have to dig out your finances..."
Svetlaya snorted:
— If it's necessary, then I'll be there. Provisions?
"Karitil will gather whatever we need," the commander replied.
I remembered something:
- By the way, I wanted to ask something about her...
Mefar glanced to the right and, her face darkening, began her story:
"I'll tell you. Basically... It's a complicated story. Eighteen years ago, my House decided to conduct an experiment... We were in dire need of soldiers, but there was nowhere to get them. There was only one way... a direct one—to simply give birth to them. However, there were several obstacles: not all priestesses wanted to become pregnant, and for our people, it's not so easy... It was necessary for not only the woman to want a child, but also the man. Besides all this, no one was going to wait twenty years for the child to grow up, so our Matriarch Bearathel decided to turn to other peoples, who had it easier. The choice fell, oddly enough, not on humans, but on the southern orcs... Immense physical strength, endurance, fury, and power had to be combined with our immortality, intelligence, flexibility, speed, and also..." She paused for a moment and, as if reluctantly, continued: "...magic." Bearathel decided not to do this by simply poking at the sky, but went to the temple of Lirmilla and enlisted the support of the acolytes. The orcs, upon hearing what was being offered, were so inspired that they held a full-blown championship, the winner of which was to become the father of a new race... It seemed everything would work out... But... Personally, I think the demons must have interfered, and everything went awry. Something went wrong for the orcs during the championship, and a bloody battle broke out, in which it was every man for himself... The entire horde practically ceased to exist. They tore each other to pieces with claws and teeth... When we came for the champion, we found only empty camps and a huge pile of corpses. At the top of this monstrous monument lay a large, emaciated and badly wounded orc, half-dead, his eyes already pecked out by crows. There was nothing to be done—the squad wouldn't have been able to drag him to a healer or Al'erihtol.
And anyway... Anyway, Caritil fed him all the healing potions the squad had and had sex with him. The orc died immediately afterward. Oddly enough, Caritil managed to conceive, and a year later, she gave birth to four children. The birth was difficult—our people never have more than one child at a time—but Caritil survived. However, the children had no magical gift whatsoever. The experiment was deemed a failure. And she was exiled from Al'erihtol, out of sight. I'll say right away—I was against it. I spoke at the Council and begged them to let her stay with the children under my responsibility, but the Matriarch wanted to hide the fruits of her failure, and my words fell like stones into the Abyss... They gave her a little money and... she disappeared. I haven't heard from her for seventeen years. When the House of the Claw began to fall apart after the murder of that plague-ridden bitch Bearathel, when a dozen assassins began lurking in every shadow… I took my squad, my half-sister, and simply left Al'erihtol, heading wherever my feet led. My path led me here, to the Fallen City of Isrin. Imagine my surprise when I saw my old battle companion alive and well, and her children healthy and practically grown. It turned out she was supported by our diaspora. Besides, the orcs were keeping an eye on her, too: the father of her children was a well-known figure, and they say his blood and his rage can be felt in his offspring. A chieftain even came, looked each child in the eye for a long time, and, satisfied, went back, ordering Carithil to raise them as bloodthirsty warriors…" She fell silent, lost in her thoughts.
I asked:
— Did they really take the best of both nations?
Mefar tilted her head thoughtfully:
"Well, if you don't count the lack of magical talent, yes. They're very strong for their age. And at the same time, they're as fast and flexible as elves. I'd like to believe all those sacrifices weren't in vain..."
"What have the dark ones stooped to?" Elran exclaimed.
The commander glanced at her and exclaimed:
"Oh, oh, oh! Who's talking? You think I don't know you conducted similar experiments?" She glanced at me. "The incident in Pouro was the talk of the town for a while! What were you doing there with the human mages? Breeding mixed-race creatures?"
Svetlaya took a deep breath:
"I didn't think you knew about this... But you're right. We really did want to create mages who possessed not only Life and Light magic, but also elemental attributes. The results were very encouraging. A couple of the children were born extremely strong, and if they had been allowed to mature, they would have..." Elran interrupted herself and finished, "But the demons found out about it and killed everyone... When Lord Vaerol learned what had happened, he committed ritual suicide. His death put an end to all hope... The dream of one day rebelling and liberating Vielan vanished like the morning mist, leaving behind only bloody dew..."
"See? You think you're the only one dreaming? No. Everyone lives in dreams..." Mefar looked down at the money and said, "Let's go get something to eat and then get ready for the market. Horses and everything else are essentials, and the wagon drivers will skin us alive for them."
The teammates began gathering weapons and items for sale in a separate bag. I finally laid Elran on her stomach and fucked her very hard and fast.
This drove Svetlaya to the point where she began to torment the blanket with her hands, screaming in time.
At the end, her body, hoarse and sweat-soaked, arched. She lifted her quivering ass and froze, bucking her pelvis in orgasm.
When I pulled my cock out of her smacking pussy, she sprayed a short but powerful stream of my cum onto my tits as a farewell. Immediately after, her body relaxed and, wheezing like a run-down horse, she fell exhausted onto the bed. For a second, I was even afraid that something had happened—it was so strange. However, the next second, the blonde rolled over. Looking at me kneeling at her feet, she grinned contentedly and smoothly ran the index finger of her right hand over her labia, from which my cum was oozing. The elf looked me defiantly in the eyes. Opening her mouth, she stuck out her tongue as far as it would go and ran a finger, drenched in my semen, over it from root to tip. Her glowing green eyes flashed brightly for a moment. She smacked her lips, sucked in her tongue, and ran her hands over her insanely beautiful body, saying:
"How powerful… I can feel the power coursing through my blood vessels… Like molten metal, pulsating in time with my heartbeat, it flows to my fingertips… Ah-h-h…" She moaned and sat down like a cat.
I got out of bed and, glancing out the window where the hot day reigned, said:
— It's so stuffy. Is there at least somewhere to wash here?
Mefar, unexpectedly, greedily measured my body, smeared in sperm and sweat, with her gaze and, licking her lips, answered:
"Karitil has a magical pool in her basement with running spring water—a mage built it for her in exchange for escort services... So to speak, he paid for the service in kind..."
"Will it let me in?" I asked.
"I must," the commander shrugged.
Suddenly, the succubus's arms wrapped around me from behind. She laid her horned head on my shoulder and said breathlessly:
- My lord... You will, of course, wash yourself, but only after I lick you...
She released her tongue and began to lick me.
It was incredibly pleasurable. Her tongue wasn't rough or harsh, but rather soft and gentle. The rush of pleasure made me feel my legs weaken, and I leaned my back against the wall to keep from falling. The succubus started at my neck and slowly moved lower, paying attention to every inch of my body, including my nipples. Apparently, she was experiencing quite a bit of pleasure too. After moving across my stomach, she moved down to my newly erect penis and began licking it thoroughly, then, clearly carried away, she wrapped her tongue around it, beginning to suck passionately. Her hands firmly grasped my ass and began to manipulate my body.
To my surprise, I found myself unable to resist her.
"Hey, hey!" Mefar said. "Don't get so carried away! We need to get to the market before sunset today: it's better to buy horses in daylight..."
Elran arched over on the bed and squeezed her breasts with her hands so hard that her fingers almost disappeared into them:
"If anything happens, I'll help the horses…" She continued to moan: "And anyway, find my jacket and start ripping out the coins… Just be careful… I'll come to my senses soon and help…"
Mefar snorted and pulled out the light one's things. She picked up the jacket in her right hand, shook it, and nodded.
- Yeah. I hear you...
Svetlaya exhaled:
— Each coin is lined there... so it doesn't jingle when you walk... Carefully peel off the lining opposite the heart...
The commander pulled out a small, predatorily curved dagger and began busily cutting the seam beneath it. Almost immediately, the first gold coin fell out along with the rest of the money.
A minute later, Elran finally managed to come to her senses and, jumping out of bed, joined her friend.
It began to seem to me that every coin that fell was counting down certain periods of time until the moment I would finish.
And indeed, when the last coin fell onto the fabric, I knew I'd reached the limit. Almost instinctively, I grabbed the scuba by the horns, thrust into her to the hilt (at least I hit her esophagus) and began cumming directly into her stomach. Mairinna couldn't breathe, though, and she began—at first hesitantly, then with increasing force—pulling away. However, until I'd emptied my load into her, I didn't exactly consciously let go, but I couldn't.
Thankfully, clarity of thought returned to me long before the succubus choked, and as soon as I began to relax, I let go of her horns. However, contrary to my expectations, the sucubu didn't immediately disengage from my cock, but merely released it so she could breathe freely while continuing to suck my cock.
Having sucked all the lubricant and sperm out of him, she finally released him from her mouth and, looking up at me, said:
— It was crazy...
She rose from her knees and, looking into my eyes, licked her lips defiantly.
I noticed bright orange sparks beginning to swarm in the depths of her alluring eyes. My gaze slid to her horns and I saw them grow slightly before my eyes. Their tips began to curve toward each other. A barely noticeable haze even seemed to form between them, like the hot air over a campfire.
- Mayrinna... Your horns and eyes...
She looked at me for a second, uncomprehendingly, and then began to frantically feel them:
"Oh, you! Oh, you! Will it really be like mother's?" She turned to the others. "Give me a mirror! I want to see it!"
At the sound of her voice, Rusha, who was still being rocked in Lashta's arms, opened her eyes and said:
— I had...
However, the demoness had already been handed a small round mirror, looking into which the succubus first quickly examined her horns, and then began to look much more closely into her eyes.
I stretched out my arms and gently pressed the succubus's firm body to me, began to stroke and gently massage it. It felt so nice and good.
Lashta carefully sat her friend on her lap and asked:
- Well, what was that?
She glanced at her:
"I spoke to the goddess. At least, I think she heard me."
"What did she say?" Lashta licked her lips.
"Follow him." She nodded her head eloquently in my direction:
"She said it didn't matter who sent it or what its intent was... This is the first real chance to do anything in five thousand years. A chance to quickly gather strength and try..." She turned her gaze to Mefar, who was watching her warily. "Do you have a couple of friends who will come to your call, no questions asked?"
The commander tilted her head to her right shoulder:
"Shouldn't we hurry? I suggest we take a more cautious approach."
— Can I give you a hint...
Mefar snorted:
"If I just hinted, they'd be damned if they went that far. Like you don't know our people? But..." She pointedly gestured with her eyes toward the northern women leisurely masturbating on the bed, looking at me, and continued, "...some people might take their word for it." She called out louder, "Turid!"
She had difficulty focusing her gaze on her:
- A?
— Come on, pull yourself together! We need to talk about serious things.
Turil raised her hand to her face and, sniffing her fingers, immediately licked them:
— What do you want? It's like a harp playing in my head...
— Do you feel magic? Or whatever you have there? Light?
The northerner leaned against the bed and sat up with difficulty:
"Oh! It's letting go... Our Power? Yes... I had very little ability with the Light. But I know a couple of tricks by heart. Just look away or you'll go blind: for a drow, the Light is very unpleasant. Now I'll prepare myself and..."
Thurid held her hand out in front of her, palm up, and suddenly a bright white light flared above it. The flash was brief but very bright. While the drow managed to turn away, I didn't. As a result, a very large blind spot formed in my field of vision. However, it began to disappear after a couple of seconds.
"Your mother…" the light-haired one cursed and waved her hand in front of her eyes, which glowed green.
Meanwhile, Turid looked at her hand in surprise.
"I didn't quite believe it. I thought we'd have sex with a weird incubus... I haven't had normal sex in a long time—everyone was making out with their girlfriends. And then... 'Blinding' with sheer willpower... What if we try this?"
Her hand began to glow from within, with the bones of her fingers and nails acting as if they were the filaments of an incandescent light bulb.
Her friends sat nearby, their eyes wide open at this.
Helda said in shock:
"Only a Master can do that here. And even then, he's trained every day his entire life..."
Turid continued:
"Strength has left the descendants of Rakrons. With each generation, we grow weaker than the last. Another couple of centuries and we would be powerless and little different from ordinary people. But now... Now we have hope..."
Mefar smiled contentedly:
"Write a letter to your Master and outline the situation. Your order will not betray you, even under threat of death and disappearance. You have always been fanatical and oppose the Legions of Ashker even now, when everyone has almost resigned themselves to it."
Tu Rid's hands went out and she looked at the commander:
"And what do you want? The Order is poorer than ever."
"The poor man only cares about coins," Mefar smirked. "What do we need money for? We'll soon be washing ourselves in gold. We'll need soldiers. And first and foremost, to guard our..." She smirked and continued, "...treasure."
Turid narrowed her eyes:
"We do have soldiers, and at the Master's call, many, many will rise to the banner. At the last gathering last year, two and a half thousand young people alone showed up. But of all of them, only three were able to do anything..." She appraised me, clutching the succubus who had begun to moan with pleasure, and continued: "Want to put more under him? Hm... Okay, I'll be right there—we have a way to contact the Master. But if anyone does arrive, it won't be for at least two weeks, maybe even longer. About a month."
Mefar nodded:
"Even so, it will be good. Describe the events and mention our names. So that the master doesn't take this as a joke."
She shrugged her shoulders:
"If that's what you want, fine. It really will be more believable."
Meanwhile, the light one collected the coins, and the rest of the drow collected weapons and pieces of armor.
Mefar stood up and, coming up to me, said:
- Alres, come on, come to your senses, we need to get ready.
With difficulty gathering my thoughts, I released the succubus's pleasant, elastic body from my embrace. Freed, she unexpectedly stepped quickly toward Mefar and, grabbing her by the back of the head with her hands, began to kiss her.
I could see the commander was actually resisting, even closing her eyes in pleasure. The succubus's hands slid down the drow's body.
I pushed off the wall with unexpected ease and assumed a vertical position, although a second ago I was ready to swear that all my strength had left me.
Meanwhile, the demoness's hands had already reached Mefar's bottom and grabbed it in a possessive manner, pressing it to herself.
I was captivated. However, just as the thought struck me that maybe it was time to join them, the fair one gathered all the money into bags and, turning around, saw what was happening behind her. For a few seconds, she clearly appreciated the aesthetics of the view before her, and then, sticking two fingers in her mouth, let out a shrill whistle.
The succubus and Mefar came to and broke their kiss. The Commander, clearly regretful, released the provocatively licking demoness and said:
— It felt like I was being tormented by a terrible thirst, and then they gave me some cold water to drink... Phew!
As it turned out, the drow had already begun to descend the stairs one after another, quietly talking among themselves.
"So we're going to go like this?" I asked, pointing to the fact that everyone was heading for the exit, just as I was pulling on my boots.
Mefar, bending over sexily to pick up the shoes, turned around questioningly:
"You say we go barefoot? Actually, you're right—Karitil's place is pretty clean. She's not a bad mother: after all, she has so much experience—having given birth to and raised twenty children..."
I shake my head:
- No, no. I meant naked.
"Ah-ah-ah... Is that what you mean? Well, Karitil herself wears nude. And it must be said that Isrin is located in such a climate zone that the locals wore the bare minimum of clothing even before the Legions, and even more so after Oellir turned into a brothel. Now, clothing is used only when it's absolutely necessary: as protection from the cold or rain or snow. And, of course, as protection from weapons or magic. Maybe from something else. Otherwise, why greasing it unnecessarily? It costs money. You see, the moral aspect of clothing disappeared completely after the Legions' victory. In fact, the word "morality" has become almost a dirty word now. And while clothing is still necessary in the north, here in the south it plays practically no role. And in certain cities, Isrin among them, you can easily do without it..." Mefar pulled on her boots and, just like that, in her shoes, calmly began to descend the stairs: "Come on, I'll show you where to wash."
The succubus began to quickly descend after her, leaving me alone in the room.
I shrugged and, flicking my finger at my now-erect phallus, quickly pulled on my boots. By the way, I need to get some new ones: the old ones were starting to fall apart, and the trophy ones were a wide man's size, and while they looked good under armor, they definitely didn't look so good like this.
I ran down the stairs and outside. It turned out it was indeed much cooler inside. But the humidity was high and the sun was blazing. It seemed even hotter today than yesterday. Or is it just the heat in the city?
The girls had already disappeared around the corner. Only Mefar, squinting painfully in the bright light, beckoned me to follow her.
The master's house was much larger than the guest house. The windows were tall but narrow, just like those in old earthly castles. The furnishings, while richer than the guest house, weren't noticeable. The floor was stone and laid with multicolored mosaics, forming strange signs and symbols. Among other things, hanging on the walls were what looked like torches, but made of something resembling glass.
When I stopped near one of these objects, intrigued, Mefar said:
"Magical lamps. Karitil charges them herself. She was much more gifted in magic than I was, and that's precisely why..." She faltered and said something else: "The guesthouse doesn't have them because of the high cost: both for maintenance and in general..."
Walking further down the hallway, I saw a large table in one of the open doors, laden with various food items, and the woman in charge, wearing a house apron and nothing on, milling around it. Looking at me, she unexpectedly winked cheerfully and motioned for me to move on.
The house had a fairly wide staircase that led not only up but down as well. From the ground floor came the sound of splashing water and the cheerful laughter of girls:
"Ouch! It's cold!" someone's voice reached me.
When we descended, we found ourselves in a very large underground chamber. A square pool of tear-clear water occupied most of it. To the right of the pool stood a statue, presumably made of black onyx. It depicted a naked elf, holding a pitcher over her shoulder, from which a powerful stream of water poured into the pool. There were no windows to the surface, so the chamber was illuminated by a soft, artificial bluish light emanating from the bottom of the pool and four magical lamps.
The pool was about twenty meters wide and long. Where the water came from and went was invisible.
The girls were already swimming, laughing and exchanging jokes.
"Let's quickly rinse off and eat…" Mefar said and, with a running start, dove into the water like an elegant fish, practically without a splash.
I sighed and carefully followed him down into the water.
Cold. And in contrast to the heat outside, it was downright chilly. Holding my breath, I dove in and, pushing off from the pool wall, swam underwater to the other side. Opening my eyes, I looked at the bottom of the pool passing beneath me and pondered the twists and turns of my fate.
And here is the wall...
I flipped over and swam back. Interestingly, I barely felt any oxygen deprivation. How long can I do this? We don't breathe, flip over, and then do it again...
I don't know. It seems like everything is fine...
Yes, my new physical abilities are impressive.
When I returned, I surfaced and ran my hands through my short hair, squeezing out the water.
As it turned out, the girls had already started to get out of the pool and run up the stairs.
Grabbing the edge with my hands, I easily threw my body out of the water. Next to me, just as easily, the demoness climbed out and exhaled:
- Wonderful…
Suddenly, the Karitil children came running down the stairs. Seeing me, they stopped next to me, curious, and one of the girls asked me:
- And who are you - a boy or a girl?
I snorted:
— Neither. But I possess the best qualities of both.
"Really?" they said in unison, clearly hesitant.
Mefar jumped out of the pool next to me:
"It's impolite, Leyli, to start a conversation without introducing yourself." She approached them and, unexpectedly, began to gently squeeze them one by one, introducing them. "This is Leyli, the loudest one and the ringleader of this whole group." The girl didn't even think of pulling away and, instead, hugged the commander, burying her face between her breasts.
- I'm so glad you're back, Auntie.
"Me too..." Mefar let go of her and went to the next girl, hugging her too. "This is Tarnil. Silent and smart, calculating." She lifted the girl's face and looked lovingly into her eyes. "Keep an eye on these idiots, okay?"
"You repeat that every time, Auntie," she sighed.
The commander stepped towards the boys and scooped them both up into her arms:
— The left one is Irrul, and the right one is Itarr. Our hope…
The boys suddenly grabbed Mefar's ass in a possessive manner and Irrul said:
- You haven't forgotten your promise, auntie?
She smiled and shook her head slightly, stroking his black hair, pulled back into a short, strict ponytail:
"Look, boys, don't be stingy: Auntie can be impatient, insatiable, and rude." She glanced slyly at me. "They want me to take them for the first time. They're persistent." Because of this, Karitil started getting angry with me.
Tarnil said demandingly (although it came out quite like a command):
"So! Ir! It! Anu, stop groping Auntie's ass! What did you promise me? I'm already ashamed! Not only that..." She trailed off and glanced sideways at us. The boys sighed eloquently and pulled away from Mefar:
"Okay, Tar, don't yell like that..." They looked me over appraisingly and, having visually measured my penis, whistled: "Wow! Twice as big as Uncle Tarruel's..."
Mefar raised her eyebrows, and Tarnil hissed:
"What did I tell you? About mom's boyfriends—silence!" The commander exclaimed:
— Oh, what! We barely had time to leave for two weeks on a mission, and here we are! Tar! Karitil has a new one?
The girl snorted expressively:
"This dick is already the second one in your absence. Mommy already got the last one—he was howling about being impotent. What was his name again?"
She looked back at her sister for support, and she said:
- Yes, Villele, I think...
"Yeah. Right. So, this Villele, he's supposedly an artist or poet from the neighborhood. He wrote a poem about his mom. So, Mom caught him and gave him a marathon... What did she say?" She glanced back at her sister. "Oral compensation? Yeah, I think?"
"Uh-huh," she nodded and said with displeasure: "You yelled at me, but then you spilled the beans."
"Oh…" Tarnil covered her mouth.
The boys snorted expressively and Itarr said:
"Let's swim a race instead. The conditions are the same as yesterday. Ten times there and back. No cheating. The finish is here." He began to warm up, and even I watched with interest as his muscles flexed under his skin. Mefar sighed and said:
- Let's go, Alres, Mairinna - time is of the essence...
She started up the stairs, and we followed her. The succubus kept glancing back at the teenagers with interest, while I greedily devoured Mefar's magnificent ass, which was moving right at my face level.
The commander stopped at the top and waited for us.
"If you're wondering if I'm too close to the children, I'll explain: I was helping Karitil take care of them and didn't notice my milk coming in. So I started helping her and feeding them. Sometimes I feel like I see them as my own children..."
My gaze greedily slid over the curves of her superb body, devouring every detail.
Mefar glanced at me and, looking at my groin, raised an eloquent eyebrow.
Damn, I have a steel erection again...
After exchanging glances with the succubus, she silently entered the dining room.
There was nothing else to do, so we followed her.
As it turned out, there was still plenty of room at the table and could easily accommodate just as many more guests. My teammates, chatting and joking, were already sitting down on elegant chairs with high, narrow carved backs.
Passing behind Mefar, I quickly sat down in the empty seat next to the fair one. Elran turned her head towards me and, gazing at my penis, licked her lips expressively.
Laughter was heard all around.
I glanced around and noticed Karitil squinting intently at Zirta, occasionally glancing at Elran. Well, yes. The black eyes of the "Aktauri" and the almost undiminished glow of the light one's gaze were unmistakable.
Mefar sat down next to me, and this, it seemed, was what the others were waiting for, immediately starting to put food on plates and eat.
I arched my back, hiding my cock between my legs and crossing my legs. Then I began to eat.
The local cuisine was, for me, quite ordinary: baked meat, appetizers, delicious soup (remembering very well what food is made of in the equatorial zone, I didn't really want to know what it was made of—what if there were bugs in it? Or snakes, toads, or turtles?), salads, fruit.
In the midst of the feast, Karitil came up to Mefar from behind me and, bending low, whispered something into her right ear.
Glancing sideways at her, I noted that the hostess was in no way inferior to the other drow.
Having stopped eating (my body doesn't really need food anyway), I allow myself to lightly embrace Kirtil's slender leg with my left hand and, stroking it, move upward.
The hostess glanced at me, but what Mefar answered, turning her head towards her, riveted her attention:
"We've discovered a treasure. I can't say more—I'm under an Oath. I can only tell you everything and explain it to you after you, too, take the Oath and, therefore, become one of us."
My hand reached the spot where the legs grew from and began to gently caress it. Then, my fingers penetrated between the buns of the drow's protruding ass and began to gently massage her clitoris.
Karitil took a deep breath and, casting a short, narrowed glance at me, turned her attention back to the commander:
— Which one exactly?
— At the very least, the Oath of Secrecy. And if you wish to partake, then the Blood Union.
The mistress leaned against the back of the chair and stuck her butt out even further, almost beginning to move it in time with the massage.
"Well, Non-Disclosure—even now, but what about Blood Union? That's the one through bed?"
- Well, yes. - Mefar nodded.
"And with whom? With a succubus?" Karitil exhaled heavily, almost groaning.
- No. With the light one.
At that moment, I inserted my index and middle fingers into her vagina and the drow couldn't take it anymore and moaned:
— What does he allow himself to do?
The commander looked at me meaningfully and I shrugged:
- Should I stop?
"No way…" the hostess exhaled: "If you started, go on…"
Mefar leaned back and peered under Karitil's drooping apron. Rolling her eyes, she exhaled:
"Oh, goddess! Alres! Enough. You managed to bring her almost to orgasm with one hand: look at how hard her nipples are. Stop this immediately: let her swear an oath with a clear head, and then you can play with her. And not just with the fingers of one hand."
"Okay. Agreed." I obediently removed my hand.
It was as if a rod had been pulled out of the hostess; she, breathing heavily, laid her head on her clasped hands:
"That's some energy. Is he an incubus? Although, I didn't feel any mana drain..."
"She reached for the cutlery and, taking the knife, sharply slashed her palm. Looking at the blood that appeared, she said, "As long as this blood flows in me, I will fulfill the Oath of Secrecy and ensure its fulfillment..."
Mefar nodded contentedly:
"Well, excellent. Anyway, listen: we've got our hands on a treasure that enhances and even grants magical gifts."
The hostess's eyes widened:
- If this is a joke, it's a very bad one!
The commander shook her head expressively:
"No, no, Karitil. Zirta has clearly become the equivalent of an 'aktauri' in magical power, Elran is definitely an 'auri,' and I already have considerable magical talent. Although you know yourself that magic and I used to be incompatible, and now—look…" She extended her hand over the table and turned her palm upward. A black mist immediately emerged from it, beginning to gather into a dense, slightly hovering ball.
"The Dark Sphere..." the hostess, straightening up, recognized this effect with a start.
Mefar moved her fingers, and the spell was unexpectedly quickly drawn into her fingertips. Looking thoughtfully at her palm, she continued:
"Besides, this Elder Demon is none other than Mairinna, the daughter of Duchess Krekhtor. We were lucky to rescue her from Duke Anri's men." Karitil turned to the woman in question in amazement and began to pat the succubus with an astonished gaze.
- Why then?..
Mairinna answered her half-formed question gloomily:
"Many may not believe I'm her daughter. In a time of war, there's no need for disunity among the subjects. Besides, I was kidnapped from the palace grounds, and that would be practically impossible to do without the outright betrayal of high-ranking officials and guards... Appearing before the people under these circumstances and declaring my kinship would be extremely foolish: at the very least, it could provoke an attempt at outright assassination and prematurely draw attention to our treasure..." After uttering the last sentence, she glanced in my direction.
"Yes, that makes sense," Karitil nodded thoughtfully and continued, "By the way, what is this 'treasure' of yours?"
Mefar paused and, exchanging glances with everyone, said:
— The thing is this... In short, Alres is our "treasure."
Karitil tilted her head to her left shoulder in a funny, uncomprehending manner:
- What?
- Well, you see, he is a creature from another world and does everything described above through sex...
She turned to me and looked me up and down:
— Are you sure that this is the case?
The commander shrugged:
"That's not really important right now—Lirmilla gave a direct order to Rusha and Lashta to follow him..."
I reached out to her figure and, placing them on her legs, stood up, stroking her to the waist. Catching her gaze, I said:
- Well, what about it? Will you try it?
Karitil snorted defiantly:
"Of course I do!" She added, "When have I ever turned down a chance to get laid? And what if I get something else on top of it?" She glanced at the others and exclaimed, "I'm taking him." She looked me in the eye again, "I hope you're resilient..."
Everyone burst into laughter and the bright one said:
- Oh, we'll see who wins!
"Ha!" snorted Karitil.
She pulled off her apron, threw it on the back of an empty chair and, grabbing my penis with her left hand, pulled me along with her.
I didn't even think of resisting.
Leaving the dining room, we returned to the stairs and climbed to the second floor. Turning down a short hallway, Karitil dragged me into the bedroom and pushed me right onto the large double bed, covered with a dark blue bedspread with an intricate embossed pattern. She then immediately jumped on me and, without any warm-up, impaled herself on my cock to the point of ecstasy.
"Oh, yes! What a size—just like an orc's!" she exclaimed, and, resting her hands on my breasts so that her fingers sank into them, she moaned, looking into my eyes: "And you really turned me on with your playful hands. I didn't even expect this..."
Drow slowly raised her hips, pulling my cock halfway out, and taking a deep breath, began to slowly thrust back in. Does she want gentle, long sex?
My hands slid to her hips and gripped them tightly. Karitil raised her left eyebrow questioningly. I smiled wryly and said:
- No, it will be rather harsh and quick: I still need to go to the market today to buy a cuirass.
She only had time to squeak in protest when I easily rolled over, ending up on top and pinning her underneath me:
"Hey!" she said, trying to restore the status quo.
But she was a far cry from the muscular Servants, who, I suspect, were capable of crushing any sized opponent in close combat. Smiling wryly, I covered her lips with mine, stifling my protest, and began to fuck her, thrusting sharply and powerfully, sometimes pulling my cock out almost completely, sometimes slamming it back in again.
Karitil had already reached her first orgasm within a minute—the result of my foreplay, which had stretched her clitoris. At that moment, I released my grip on her hips and grabbed her breasts sharply and forcefully. She screamed into my mouth and rolled her eyes. Her body began to twitch. Spurting juices flowed around my cock and spilled onto the bed. Immediately after, I drove my cock especially deep and, stopping, began to shoot my cum directly into her contracting pussy. Drow began to buck and even bit my lip, but I didn't let up, pinning her writhing body to the bed. When she began to thrash and scratch, I even had to clasp her hands.
A minute later, she began to come to her senses, and I broke our brutal kiss. Karitil immediately began wheezing, gasping for air. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me close. When she opened her eyes, I saw the very moment when darkness erupted from the center of her pupils and, like liquid ink, began to flood first her already dark irises, and then the whites of her eyes, turning them completely black.
"Now your eyes are also black as night…" I whispered to her.