by Russ Primo
The black and white fringed outfit had been pulled back to reveal the lacey, dark underwear that hugged close to her breasts once more, her tits standing out far and firm due either to some weird magic that prevented her age from letting them sag, or from the bra that she'd put on.
Her long, black hair fell shimmering around her soft, open face, and curled down to rest between those sweet, soft breasts of hers, their black disappearing into the shadow of her mounds.
She must have noticed my appreciative stare, because she smiled a smile that, if another woman had given it to me, would have made me think about lying down beside her.
"Or," she said, smiling her sultry smile up at me, "I've gotten what you said you wanted. Though I cannot, as you know, give you what you may think you want right now."
I swallowed, feeling like this strange foreplay might yet yield me a good handful, if I got to spend more time with her.
After all, she’s teasing me so severely that she must be interested, to some degree? Though, it’s certainly wise to let her make the first move.
It’s not worth gambling powerful magic on a set of tits, even if those tits are as big and inviting as hers.
"Here," Mette whispered, rising, but this time doing nothing to hide the lacey underwear that peeked through her vestments. "I don't know what The Mother is thinking, of course; Her ways are often mysterious to us humble servants. But, though I still think she's been harsh with you, with regard to your Debt, especially considering you are a foreigner, and so have no… relationships that you might call upon to help you provide payment for this Debt, I am pleased with the results."
Even standing before me on the dais, the fabric over her great breasts was pulled down low enough that I could see her supple, veiny skin, until she stepped aside, revealing the source of the blue light.
I cocked my head at what I saw.
For, although I'd thought that she would have been conversing with the same tree as she was earlier, I instead saw my own Debt sticking out of the soil, with soft blue fire leaping from it, hissing and sparking into the soft, dark night as it died down, settling into a warm, blue glow.
"The Mother has seen fit to grant you the magic that you've asked for," Mette said, turning her breasts to the Branch, and folding her hands behind her back. "And a little more, as well, I see."
I was surprised to see, as I kept pondering the light, that the blue flames hadn't left the little twigs themselves glowing.
Instead, they appeared to have left the small, tight, empty spaces between the twigs glowing.
"She has given you a shield, for reasons that I cannot fathom," Mette murmured, appearing to ponder the Branch as deeply as I was. "An impenetrable shield, into which She has locked your magical potential. For every woman you impregnate, Pryvet, a twig will disappear and a part of the magic that was stored within the Branch will pass into yourself.”
Well, that’s a weird way to go about doling out magic.
But, at least it will give me opportunity to get used to it, as I keep working towards satisfying this impregnation Debt.
With wonderment in my eyes, I stepped up onto the dais to examine my new Debt, surprising myself to see, just as Mette had suggested, a soft straps made of leaves down towards the thin end, and a hooked branch, like a handle, up towards the wide end.
I lifted my Debt, my shield, from the soil, and slipped my arm easily through the leafy strap, finding the leaves strong and yet surprisingly soft against my forearm, and finding the branch at the other end to be exceptionally comfortable, as though it had been molded for my fingers themselves.
I suppose it must have been.
The shield felt like it fit my hand better than anything I'd ever owned had, and I'll admit I acted a little bit childishly, swinging it to and fro around me to see if it would shift or slide.
It never did.
But in swinging I saw Mette pouting.
"What's wrong?" I asked, cocking my head at her. “You don’t look pleased with the results?”
In addition to the realization that I would gain a little more magical power with each woman I impregnated, I also remembered that, now Mette was finished with her negotiations, she would be sharing a bed with me.
I found myself noticing her full, large breasts again, after being distracted by my new toy.
Will she try hard to keep them away from my body?
After all, her bed was clearly only built to accommodate one person. Two will get quite cozy, indeed.
And what about irking The Mother, now that the terms of my Debt are set? Would entering this busty priestess hurt my ability to get magic, now?
After all, they’re only sworn to celibacy. It’s not like they’re infertile or anything…
Mette adjusted her shirt around her cleavage, tugging it a bit lower, and showing me even more of her lacey black number below.
Though, she alone was the one examining it, as though she were upset that a shield could distract a man from her body.
"The Mother certainly has unusual rules, doesn't she?" I said bluntly. "To have someone as gorgeous as yourself be unable to sleep with a man. It's a crime, some might say."
Mette sighed to herself, running a finger lazily down the curve of her breast.
"She has unusual requirements, yes," Mette murmured. "But, though it is difficult to understand her sometimes, we must still obey her."
I lowered my shield arm to my side, letting the soft blue glow wash over the tight black fabric of Mette's uniform.
"Obey is an odd word to use," I pondered. "Shouldn't you want to follow in her footsteps, if you're her servant?"
Mette looked up from her ponderous breasts into my face, and I could see her eyes were large and dewy, as though she had been holding back tears.
From what, I couldn't tell.
Nor would I be able to tell, that night.
For, what I said about the sounds of nighttime critters remains true: they need sleep as much as the rest of us.
They'll get it, too, unless scared from their homes by invaders.
Which, this knowledge made the sudden return of frantic cricket chirps, loud buzzing from cicadas, scurrying squirrels out in the copse of trees beside the temple seem very unsettling.
I lifted my ears to the large, open air above us, letting the sudden onset of noise filter in through the large windows to my ears.
"What is it, Pryvet?" Mette asked, seeing my ears turned up to the noise from outside, a bite of concern edging into her voice. "You look nervous."
I held a hand to silence her, and heard a sound akin to yelling borne aloft on the wind.
Hefting my shield arm, I walked to the nearest tall window, through which after a moment I could see a small, flickering red speck on the distant road.
I gestured for Mette to come join me at the window.
"Do you have any idea who that might be?" I asked calmly, though I thought I already knew the answer.
Mette shook her head.
"Travelers don't really come out this way," she whispered, grasping onto my arm with her long, feminine fingers. "And especially not this late at night. Perhaps they need help?"
I squinted off into the night's dark, noting the way the flickering light pitched and bobbed. Soon, another broke the night's seal next to it, moving just the same.
"It's not a field fire," I grumbled, my mind settling more and more on the reality of what it was. "It moves like a torch."
Alongside the flickering specks I could barely make out the silvery glint of steel, as more and more red lights popped into existence along the hilltop.
Suddenly, something in my mind told me to raise my shield, and I hoisted it up over my face, feeling quite foolish to stand there guarding against nothing at all.
Or, I felt foolish before the arrow struck my shield square in the middle, bouncing off and clanging against the cold stone floor.
"What on the Isles was that?" Mette exclaimed, clutching her hand to her breasts and breathing hea
vily.
I stooped to retrieve the object, and had my fears verified in an instant.
The long, golden arrow glimmered wickedly in the blue light that my shield gave off.
"It's an elven arrow," I growled, returning my gaze to the window, and shutting the panes as best I could. "They're coming.”
Chapter Ten
Mette turned a shocked face towards me.
"Elves?" she stammered, clearly stunned. "But there are no elves on these Isles?"
I shrugged. There'd been no time for me to tell her about our run-in with the band of ne'erdoelves at Wex's bar.
Nor had Mira apparently let her in on the information.
A sudden impetus, like that which had pulled my arm up to block the first arrow, told me to raise it again, in front of Mette.
Doing so, she looked positively terrified, her bosom heaving as she drew heavy breaths, waiting for whatever would happen.
A shattering of glass foretold the arrow by a moment only, and it thudded fierce as a rockslide against my shield.
This one was thicker, heavier, than the other, and nearly knocked my arm out of the way.
But, more powerful though it was, it still bore the exact same dull golden color as the first.
"Wait," Mette stammered. "How can the elves see us this well, to aim at us?"
Another arrow, mercifully smaller than the last, clanged against my shield.
"I don't know," I grumbled, feeling very put-out by this approach of violence into what should have been a comfortable night, sleeping next to Mette's buxom bosom (I was eager, after all, to start in on my Debt, now that I'd received it; better to be early than late, where goddesses are concerned). "But, unless you can get the Mother to magic us up some bows of our own, we should start thinking about getting out of here!"
Mette shook her head, disappointed.
"Unfortunately, Pryvet," she whimpered. "I don't think the Mother is in much of a mood to give us more help, after the bargaining. At least she gave you a shield."
Now, my sense told me to shield myself, and I did so as a fourth bolt clanged off of it, where my head had been.
"Well then," I said as calmly as I could muster, "Let's do the getting out of here part of the plan?"
"Yes!" Mette clapped her hands happily, "Of course! We have just the thing for it, too. It will only take me a few minutes to prepare the portal!"
I shook my head at how rapidly these two servants of the Mother switched their attitudes.
One minute, Mira was worried that someone was attacking her home, the next she was skipping along as though nothing nerve-wracking had ever happened to her.
One minute, Mette was fretting about being shot at, the next she was swooning around at the thought of opening a magical portal to escape.
Women, it seemed, were not my forte.
Or, at least servants of the Mother weren't.
Probably, it was the latter.
Hopefully, as far as my Debt goes, it’s the latter.
"All right," I growled after her as she walked happily up to the dais. "I'm going to try blocking the door. They look pretty close."
"Excellent, Pryvet," Mette cheered, hopping up onto the raised stone so peppily that I could see her butt jiggle beneath her tight vestments. "There are some pews off to the side that you can use."
Shaking the sight of her glorious ass out of my head, and focusing back on the task at hand, I rushed over to the doorway, using the blue light of my shield for guidance.
The huge doors had been left wide open, and I pulled on them hard to get them shut before holding my shield high above my head for a light, in order to try to find the pews that Mette had said should be there.
For all that my new shield glowed, the light that it gave off was almost unequal to the task of illuminating such a huge room, and I was forced to pace quickly along the wall until I came upon them.
The pews were probably fifteen feet long and the bench portion of them, at least, was made of a single slab of what looked like maple.
"At least they'll make good doorstops," I grumbled as I tested them for weight, pushing them easily across the smooth stone floor. "Though I'll have to angle their legs, or they'll slide right out across the floor."
As I pushed them, every time one of the legs had to shift from stone to mortar to stone again, it gave a sharp lurch.
Though the stones were well-laid and as smooth as could be asked for, the mortar that held them together was rough and not filled in as deeply as it could have been, leaving grooves in the floor that would make excellent snags that I could use to help wedge the doors.
"Excellent," I said to the pews. "Can I use you all to help wedge the doors, and keep us alive?"
The pews didn't say anything back, so I lifted two easily beneath both my arms, and hustled back to the doors.
There was no latching handle on the doors, but instead something that would, I thought, serve my purposes better.
A long, wrought iron rail, twisted into curves and grooves to look like tree-branches, ran along the width of each half of the huge wooden door. About twelve feet back was a long line of brittle mortar that I could wedge the pew into.
Testing my theory, I knocked one end of the first pew beneath the metal rail, and almost cheered for joy when I saw that the other end wedged without any complaint at all into the soft mortar on the floor.
Oh, but doesn't it feel amazing, when a plan comes together? Now, only four more and that should do it.
The most important part to protect is the center of the doorway, after all. The sides already have huge wrought iron hinges to hold them fast.
Running back to where I'd found the first two, I saw at least a dozen more in a bizarre little pile, with some pews wedged over others, and some wedged under others.
"Couldn't have made this easy, could you?" I grumbled to the pews.
The pews, again, offered no response.
Tugging and twisting at the wooden things, I finally managed to get another two free of the crush.
"How's it going up there?" I called out to Mette as I set them into place. "Almost ready?"
At the time, I thought that Mette must not have heard me, for she didn't respond.
Better to have her concentrating, anyway. She’ll need however long she needs, regardless of how quickly or well I block these doors.
So, better do as good a job as I can anyway.
The final two pews were a little easier to extract from the pile, now that I'd dragged the others out, too, but they still offered some resistance.
By the time I'd gotten them wedged into the door, I felt good about how long the large slabs of oak would hold out.
Each was wedged in tight as a doornail, and wouldn't budge even an inch.
"What's the status, Mette?" I called out again, as I hustled up to the dais. “Are we almost ready?"
Outside the windows, the light of the torches was growing far too bright for comfort.
"Something's wrong," Mette panted, sweat shimmering over her face and glistening on her arms. "It's taking longer than I thought. I don't know how much longer we'll need."
Shit.
Once again, the way that Mette was doing the magic was absolutely impenetrable to me.
I wonder how many women I'll have to impregnate, before I start to understand magic like that?
With a start, I realized that after all the commotion, Mira and Kacie were still comfortably asleep in bed.
"I'll run to get Mira and Kacie," I grunted briefly to her, before running back off down those long, narrow corridors.
Left, right, left, left, right?
Fear that I’d get lost in the seemingly endless corridors nipped at my heels the whole way back to the bedroom.
Right, right, left?
Although I'd made a point to remember the way, there's something about the sudden onset of angry elves to make your memory slip just a little bit.
With a sigh of relief, I took the last turning and found myself fa
ce to face with the door to the girls' bedroom.
"Kacie!" I yelled into the blue-tinged dark, "Mira! Wake up!"
"Ungh," Kacie grumbled, rolling over in bed and rubbing her eyes blearily. "Pryvet, what time is it? Put that light out."
"Yeah," Mira agreed, throwing an arm over Kacie as the two shared their warmth, warm skin warming cold skin. "It's just nightmares, Pryvet. Every guy's nervous about his first Debt. We see it all the time."
"I'm serious," I growled, moving to look out the window and spotting a band of elves perhaps two hundred yards from the building, though it was difficult to tell, with the trees obscuring so much. "Shit! Mira! Kacie! I'm not kidding here!”
If they don’t get up soon, I’ll drag them out of bed! Then, at least I’ll be able to see how those nightclothes hold their tits before we all get killed by elves.
The girls kept grumbling as I looked around the dim room for something, anything, to wedge the door with.
My bed would slide easily. It was made of straw and had a wooden frame.
But, it looked like the door was built to have a drop-in slab of wood for a lock?
Or, at least there were two twisted metal hooks, one on the wood door itself, and one sunk into the stone wall, that I could fit something into.
Holding my shield high above my head again, I searched frantically for a length of wood to slot into it, but could seen nothing to purpose.
With a cry of relief, my eyes settled on Mette's staff, leaning against the other doorway.
We’ll miss this, later.
But, if I don’t use it now, we won’t be around to miss it!
I slammed it roughly into place, buying us a little more time.
"Kacie!" I cried, grabbing the dirty-blonde by the shoulders and shaking her as hard as I dared. "Get up!"
All my shaking made the comforter fall from her chest, and I got a beautiful glimpse of pale, blue-silk-covered, high and perky breasts before she opened her eyes wide in shock.
"Pryvet!" she exclaimed, bringing her arms up to cover her lewdly exposed breasts. "What's happening. What are you doing?"