by Dante King
More like you’re a horny old woman, I thought with a smirk, and you want to get your rocks off watching me and Anna get busy. But if that’s what she wanted, I didn’t mind one bit. The more the merrier—and if Anna was cool with having company in the bedroom, that just made things even hotter.
“Let’s do this, then,” I said, rising and polishing off the last of my beer. “We should check on Hazel after, as well. I want to make sure she’s settling in alright.” Then, remembering my manners, I extended a hand. “Would you be so kind as to show us our room, Lyra?”
She had the temerity to blush. “Well, I should delegate a chore like that to Kij, but… I suppose I can,” she said, laughing her ass off at the end of the sentence. “Come on. I’ve picked out one of the nicest rooms in the house for you and your girl. A big, comfy bed… with a nice plush chair for me to rest my weary bones in.”
I would be perfectly fine with her resting her bones. My bone, however, was about to be doing anything other than resting…
Chapter 13
The common room of the Hungry Herb Tavern had just begun to fill up as Lyra led us upstairs. Farmers and laborers from the town gathered at tables, the evening sun dipping low through the building’s big bay windows as they prepared to end another day with some drinks and camaraderie. I caught a glimpse of Kij bent over a table, her arms heavy-laden with more mugs of Lyra’s rich, strong beer as she served a group of thirsty-looking peasants.
“Looks like a banner night,” Lyra said, pausing on the second floor landing. “In more ways than one.”
Excitement tingled through my bloodstream. I could feel the nearness of Anna’s body against mine, sensing the thrill that filled her as we drew closer to our quarters. She’d been waiting all day for this—and now, we were going to have some company. Not the kind of company that participated, unless things went a lot different than I expected, but Lyra wanted to see Dual Cultivation up close and personal.
That meant she was about to watch my girlfriend and me in our most intimate moments. The thought of it intimidated me a bit, but excited me even more.
Before that, however, I had business I wanted to take care of. “Which one of these doors houses our special guest?” I asked, glancing down the oaken hallway. These second-floor rooms each had a balcony, with an enviable view of the town and the gorgeous landscape surrounding its walls. Not for the first time, I realized Lyra was putting the three of us up at what had to be considerable expense.
Lyra pointed with her chin toward a door at the end of the far hall. “She’s in there,” she said, a lock of her long red hair bobbing with the motion. “She’s probably asleep by now. I’d hope the poor thing was sleeping, after everything she’s been through.”
I stepped toward the door, shrugging my companions off. It hurt a bit, as I could quite literally feel Anna’s frustration at the delay as if it were my own. But I’d said I would check on Hazel, and I didn’t like breaking my promises one bit.
“This’ll just take a second,” I told Anna without turning around. “I just want to make sure she’s doing okay.”
My knuckles rapped smartly against the thick wooden door, three times. Three for luck, I thought, remembering the silly superstitions about touching wood I’d grown up with as a kid. When no response came after a few moments, I put my eye to the keyhole and tried to look inside. “Hazel? You there—”
The door opened. She must have snuck up to it like a ninja; I hadn’t heard a thing. I found myself crouched over awkwardly at the level of her waist, peering up into her exhausted expression. I looked like some kind of creeper—and the outfit she wore didn’t help with that impression one bit.
Hazel had changed out of her robes. Instead of the deep green tunic she’d worn in the Verdant Ruins, nothing but a plush bath towel covered her lithe body. It was tied tightly in the front, just over the level of her cleavage. Her ample breasts were completely covered, but closing the towel had caused it to run up her thighs, leaving the hem of the puffy washcloth just barely covering her round ass.
Which just so happened to be where my face was planted. Damn it.
“Hey,” I said, straightening up quickly. “Anna and I just wanted to check on you. Are you doing okay?”
Hazel didn’t seem bothered in the slightest by me peeking in through her keyhole. The fact that she was half-naked in front of our group also didn’t seem to register. She stared at me blankly, like she’d forgotten who I was.
“I’m fine,” she said, a deep frown spreading across her features. “It was nice of you to look in on me.”
“Sure, of course,” I agreed, rubbing the back of my neck. I tried not to think of how those tanned legs paled to an almost creamy shade as they reached the apex of her thighs. Apparently Hazel had what my old man had called a “farmer’s tan”—though in this case, it was more like a warrior’s tan. “Anything you need from us, Hazel—don’t be shy. We want to help you, you know?”
“We owe you our lives,” Anna said, her eyes sparkling from the hallway.
Hazel thought about that for a moment, then nodded. “I… I think what I need right now is some more time alone,” she said, glancing away. The poor girl could barely meet our eyes. “I’ll come and talk to you when I’m ready. How’s that sound? Just don’t… don’t leave the town without me?”
“Of course not,” Anna said, taking the girl’s hand. “You just let us know, okay, Hazel?”
“Sure, sure,” the blonde warrior said, her hand on the doorknob. “And Lyra—thanks for this. There’s not a lot of people who would stick their neck out for a girl like me after everything I’ve done.”
Lyra dismissed her words with a wave of the hand. “It was the least I could do,” she said. She almost managed to make things like Governor Shingu and Guildmaster Li seem small and unimportant within these walls. Which, I realized a minute later, she probably did. This tavern was her domain, and within it, she was every bit as important as either of them.
“Rest well.”
Once the door was closed, Anna gave me a little squeeze. “We won’t be resting, though, will we, Eric? We’ve got work to do.”
I met Lyra’s eyes and smirked. “We sure do. Thanks for bearing with me, Ly—why don’t you show us our room?”
Our room turned out to be the nicest suite in the whole Tavern. It rested at the corner of two of the Hungry Herb’s walls, overlooking the town’s market square. A big wrap-around balcony stretched outside, with a wooden railing to keep curious onlookers from falling to the dirt road below. The bedroom had two queen-sized beds, which Anna and I hastened to push together to make even bigger.
“Why don’t you get settled in?” I asked Lyra. Now that we’d come to the actual point of action, the older woman seemed dreadfully nervous. “In fact, maybe you could get Anna and me a drink?”
“Something a little stronger than beer,” Anna agreed with a smile. “Not that your beer isn’t amazing, of course…”
“Of course,” Lyra said, twirling a lock of her hair. Then she started to laugh. “I swear, I’ve been around the block a few times, but you two… you’ve got me feeling like I’m eighteen again. I haven’t had butterflies in my stomach like this in a long, long time.”
Lyra gave a start as I wrapped an arm around her waist. I held her close, just letting her feel the muscles in my arms and shoulders.
“You don’t have to worry about a thing,” I told her. “There’s zero pressure here, Lyra. You can participate as much—or as little—as you want. Anna and I won’t be offended in the slightest.”
My girlfriend came up alongside us. “After everything you’ve done for us, it’s the least we can do,” she purred, nuzzling Lyra’s neck with her lips.
For a moment, I was sure it was about to pop off right there. I could see myself tearing off Lyra’s dress and giving the proprietress of the Hungry Herb Tavern the hottest, most fulfilling sex of her lifetime while Anna cheered us on. Lyra twisted away suddenly, brushing a lock of hair out her fac
e as she giggled nervously.
“How about those drinks?” she asked, heading to a cabinet in one corner of the suite. “I think there’s a bottle of aged rice wine in these cabinets—ah yes, here we go—and a couple of glasses…”
Anna and I shared a confused look. She’s shy, my girlfriend mouthed, her eyes alight with mischief. But I thought it was something much deeper than that.
We’re about to show her Dual Cultivation, I realized. This was something Lyra must’ve been dreaming about her entire life. She’d been hoping for it, wishing for it. And now that she’d finally built a good life here in this town—a profitable life, with her own tavern to run and everything—we were finally offering it to her.
That had to be a little scary. I wasn’t sure which possibility freaked Lyra out more: that Anna and I were charlatans, or that we could actually turn her into a Cultivator for real.
Lyra came back with two slender goblets filled with a clear, bubbling fluid. Anna took hers and downed it, groaning with pleasure at the taste. “Oh wow,” she said, handing one of the flutes to me. “That kicks the shit out of sake, Eric. Give it a taste.”
I did. It just about knocked my socks off. The alcohol hit my bloodstream, and suddenly I was raring to go.
“So what do you… do exactly?” Lyra said, giggling a bit at how absurd she sounded. I noticed she hadn’t poured herself a drink of the strong spirit—she likely wanted to keep a cool head for this. “When you Dual Cultivate, I mean. Is there a ritual you need to perform first? A meditation, something like that…?”
Anna laughed and shook her head. “We just do what comes naturally,” she said, tousling my hair as she stared into my eyes. “Fuck, you’re so adorable, Eric. You want to show her what you do to me?”
“Absolutely,” I growled, lacing my fingers beneath her ass. I lifted Anna off the ground, carrying her back to the bedroom where we’d shoved the two mattresses together into one big one. This room was more dimly lit compared to the great room of the suite—more intimate and romantic. The hide of some great furred beast lay stretched across the bed, the fringe covered in a white scruff like the lining of a fur coat’s hood.
I tossed Anna onto the fur and basked in the sight of her stretched upon it. She looked better than any model or cover girl I’d ever seen—and she knew it. The effect she had on me was immediate and pronounced.
“Have a seat wherever you like,” Anna purred, looking over my shoulder. It took a moment to realize she hadn’t spoken to me—Lyra was settling herself in a high-backed chair in the corner of the bedroom. The seat was wide enough for two people, allowing her to tuck her long, sinuous legs beneath her body and watch us with her big doe eyes. God, she was a vision.
Anna’s hands tugged at my belt. “First,” the blonde purred, unlacing the leather with her slender fingers, “I like to get Eric nice and warmed up. I know he likes it—and it makes me super turned on to feel him throb to full hardness in my mouth.”
As she finished speaking, she tugged down my pants to reveal my cock. It hung straight out from my body, already most of the way hard from the dirty talk Anna was giving the room. I heard Lyra gasp at the sight of it and felt a surge of pride.
“Turn this way,” Anna whispered, guiding me with the gentle pressure of her fingers. “So Lyra can see…”
I turned so that the two of us were in profile, me standing next to the bed and Anna on her hands and knees by the edge of the mattress. She had to lean out a bit to wrap her soft, pouty lips around me, but that was no problem for a flexible girl like her. Wet heat enveloped the head of my cock as Anna moaned, humming around my crown as she took me oh-so-slowly down her throat.
“Oh wow,” Lyra whimpered, drawing her knees up beneath her breasts. “She’s so… eager!”
“It’s the Mana,” I panted, watching as Anna worked my cock all the way down her throat. “We can sense it in each other pretty much all the time, but when we start Cultivating, it’s like the whole room is alive.” I let out a grunt as my crown hit the back of her throat, spraying pre-cum across her tongue. She swallowed it eagerly, hungry for more. “I don’t know what kind of drugs you have on this world, Lyra, but it makes both Anna and I feel high as fuck.”
“High on each other,” Anna whimpered, her lips leaving me with a wet little pop. “I wasn’t like this before I met Eric. My boyfriends used to have to beg me for head—but now, it’s like I can feel what Eric feels. I know exactly what it feels like, what it looks like for him to watch my lips go allll the way down his cock. That’s why I pretty much always start out doing just that.”
Her naughty tongue darted out of her mouth as she spoke, hitting every sensitive spot on my cock like she was trying to rack up a high score. More pre-cum dripped from the swollen head, clear fluid trickling down her chin as she teased me to the point of madness.
“As you can see,” Anna purred, turning to Lyra, “pretty much all the blood in Eric’s body is in his cock right now. He can barely think straight, he’s so turned on. Which means he’s about to turn into a total savage and pound my brains out.”
I looked over at Lyra. The redhead had spread her legs, both feet on the floor as she watched Anna and me go. Her dress slid all the way up her smooth thighs, her hands clenching and unclenching as Anna worshipped my cock. I could tell she wanted to join in—but she was scared. Scared of what it might mean: that it might cause her to leave her old life behind.
“I think I can feel it,” Lyra panted, spots of color spreading across her cheeks. She flushed from her forehead to her cleavage, one of her hands teasing the hem of her dress. “The Mana you’re talking about… it’s like, like a pressure in my skull.”
“Either that,” Anna giggled, “or you’re really fucking horny. Okay, Eric, I can’t take it anymore. You want to bust in my mouth first, or you wanna fuck me?”
I grinned over at Lyra. “Oh no,” I said, tearing off my shirt. “This load’s going right inside of you, Anna. Right where it belongs.”
Anna shuddered with lust. “God, I love it when you tell me exactly what you’re going to do to me,” she whimpered, hiking her thumbs in her panties. “What position do you want to take me in, babe? I want Lyra to be able to watch…”
I knew exactly what we should do. “Come here,” I said, grabbing hold of her roughly. As Lyra watched, her eyes wide with lust, I dragged Anna to the foot of the bed, her ass hanging just over the edge. She looked gorgeous framed against all that fur, her naked body splayed out beneath me.
I took her legs and lifted them, putting her ankles on my shoulders. Anna raised her ass into the air with a squeal, squeezing her tits together for my viewing pleasure.
“You seeing all this, Lyra?” Anna asked, her body already beginning to transform. Those naughty little horns of hers were bigger than they’d been a moment ago. “You seeing what he’s about to do to me?”
When Lyra didn’t respond, both of us looked over at her. My jaw dropped. A moment later, Anna’s did as well.
While I’d been getting Anna in position, Lyra had discarded her dress, folding it up and putting it on the table next to the bed. She was down to just her bra and panties, each a silky jade color that contrasted wonderfully with her red hair. Her tits were enormous: just looking at them made me want to bury my face in them. Her panties were soaking wet, the fabric clinging to the swollen curve of her mound.
“I’m not going to join you,” Lyra panted, reaching for the catch at the front of her bra. It sprang free, leaving her gloriously topless before us. “I’m… I’m not ready for that. But I can’t just sit here and watch this without doing anything about it—I’ll go insane.” She nibbled nervously at her lip. “Would… would you two mind if I touched myself?”
Anna laughed, grinding her pussy against the head of my cock. “Lyra, I’d be offended if you didn’t,” she giggled, swirling her hips in a tight little circle. “I told you, Lyra—we’ll move at your pace. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
I was far more d
irect. “Show me your pussy,” I growled, watching Lyra as I pushed my cock slowly into Anna’s channel. “I want to watch you playing with it.”
Lyra’s mouth formed a perfect little ‘O’ of surprise—then she did exactly that. Tugging the panties to the side exposed her trimmed, dripping slit, overflowing with juice. Without ever breaking eye contact, she slid her fingers between her thighs and began rubbing her clit in slow, hard circles. Her shoulders rose and fell rapidly, her pupils dilating to the size of dinner plates at the scene in front of her.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman that turned on, I thought, pushing into Anna beneath me. Well, except for maybe the one I’m fucking right now.
With that, I turned my attention back to Anna. Mana coursed through our bloodstreams as I thrust forward, bottoming out inside of her with one smooth stroke. Strangely, the dark impulses both of us felt inside of Hazel’s cabin seemed totally MIA—they were nowhere to be found. Maybe the power inside of us sensed that someone else was in the room, and that hurting each other in the middle of sex would freak them out too much. Or perhaps the intimacy between Anna and I had increased. Either way, things moved slowly, sensuously—more making love than hard, primal fucking.
Well okay, it was still plenty hard. The bed slamming into the wall on every thrust was testament to that.
Anna let out a shriek of pure bliss as I thrust deep into her, filling her walls at the perfect angle to drive her wild. I grabbed her legs with both hands, pinning her to me so that all she could do was fuck herself back on me as hard as she possibly could. Her tits bounced up and down each time I bottomed out inside of her, slapping against her chin as she laughed and moaned and whimpered for more. She was having fun—and so was I.
“God, that’s good,” I growled, my fingers digging into her ass as I fucked her roughly. “Now let’s make everything nice and tight…”
While Lyra watched, touching her flawless MILF pussy through her panties, I wrapped my arm around Anna’s legs and drew them together as tightly as I could. When I brought her thighs together, everything between her legs constricted, turning her already-snug pussy into something oh-so-tight. Each thrust blinded me with pleasure, sent fireworks exploding behind my eyes. I braced my feet firmly against the floor, building up a head of steam as I pounded her pussy like a piston. Sweat poured down our bodies as Mana flowed through the room, opening our senses to each other.