Herald of Shalia 4

by Tamryn Tamer

  “Keep your legs spread,” Frost said, pushing her thigh with his free hand as he pinched her sensitive clit. “Hold them.”

  “H-hold them?” Yama spread her legs, holding them apart with her hands as Frost continued to tease her clit. “Like this?”

  “That’s right,” Frost said, glaring at Yama as if she were nothing. He continued to alternate between pinching and tugging her enormous clit with one hand while his other moved lower, finding her cunt. “You’re being such a good little girl.”

  “Little?” Yama panted as Frost’s easily slid two fingers into her excited cunt. It was tighter than he thought it would be as he hooked his fingers and began searching for her sensitive spot. He quickly realized it was likely deeper inside of her and inserted more fingers to help in the search. Yama trembled as she spread her legs and allowed him to thrust four fingers inside of her. “F-Frost…”

  “Do you like this?” Frost asked, grinning as he watched her reactions, her pussy becoming slicker as he explored her insides. “I can do this to you whenever I want and you can’t stop me because you’re weak and small. You know that, right?”

  “Yes,” Yama whimpered as her body continued to tremble. “I’m weak.”

  “Who’s this pussy belong to,” Frost asked authoritatively as he slipped his thumb inside to join the rest of his fingers. He felt resistance as he guided his hand deeper but she eventually accommodated him as his hand popped inside. “Who owns this weak little Oni’s pussy?”

  “You do,” the tan Oni moaned as Frost felt her cunt begin to pulse. Her violet horn pulsing light along with her. “Herald Frost owns this Oni pussy.”

  “That’s fucking right,” Frost said, pinching her clit with his fingers, tugging it as he buried his other hand inside of her. He felt her body spasm as his fingers rubbed against a firm spot inside of her. He smirked as he looked down at his entire hand buried inside of her cunt and began rubbing that sensitive spot. “You’re mine.”

  “I-I-I’m y-yours!” Yama cried out as her body tensed up, spasming as she orgasmed from being fisted. Her horn’s violet glow intensified with every second. He stroked her large clit with his thumb, causing her spasms to continue as his other hand simultaneously rubbed her insides. “F-frost!”

  Frost watched as she lost control, pulling on her legs as if attempting to spread them wider as her body convulsed. The Oni leaned back in the pool, lifting her pussy and ass to the surface of the water where he could clearly see his hand inside of her and his other on her clit.

  “N-no….not again….” Yama whined as she squirted, creating a fountain of warm fluid that splattered on Frost. “I-I’m so sorry…”

  “Fuck,” Frost growled as he gently pulled his hand from her cunt. His cock was throbbing with excitement as he gripped the Oni’s wide hips and pulled her into him, thrusting his cock inside of her pussy. It wasn’t as tight as the elves but his cock was so thick enough to still enjoy it as he thrust himself in and out.

  “Oh my goddess,” Yama whimpered as Frost gripped her hips. “You’re fucking me…you’re really…goddess…”

  “I told you I would fuck you when I wanted, right?” Frost said, grabbing Yama’s nipples, pulling them roughly as he thrust his cock inside of her drenched cunt as it attempted to squeeze him. “You’re my weak little Oni slut. Say it.”

  “You can fuck me whenever you want,” Yama whimpered as her body quaked. “I’m your weak little Oni slut.”

  “Again,” Frost growled as he reached down and pinched her clit again. “Keep saying it.”

  “I’m your weak little Oni slut.” Yama moaned as he fucked her. “I’m your weak little Oni slut.”

  “Fuck,” Frost said, his cock throbbing as he reached his limit. He tugged on her clit and nipple simultaneously as he thrust his cock deep inside of the giant woman. “I’m cumming.”

  “I’m your weak little Oni slut!” Yama roared as Frost released inside of the giantess. His cock spasmed uncontrollably as he filled her up. Every pulse sent a shiver through his body as he continued to cum inside of her. “I’m…your…”

  “That’s a good little Oni,” Frost panted as he slowly removed his cock from her. He reached beneath the water and gripped her ass. Squeezing her ass playfully as he moved his fingers toward her asshole. He slipped two fingers inside, causing the Oni to gasp. “The next time I fuck you, I’m taking your ass too. Understood?”

  “Yes,” Yama nodded, panting as she laid back in the pool. Frost removed his fingers from her asshole and gave her enormous ass another squeeze. She blushed and looked away as Frost moved beside her. “You can take me whenever you want…”

  “Are you okay?” Frost asked as the red-faced Oni attempted not to look at him.

  “You probably think I’m weird,” Yama said.

  “Not at all,” Frost said reassuringly. “Trust me. There are women in this village into much kinkier things than that.”

  “Really?” Yama said, glancing at him nervously. “Like who?”

  “I can’t tell you that,” Frost chuckled. “But trust me. I don’t think you’re weird.”

  “Okay,” Yama said, smiling happily as she glanced at him. “Can we try kissing again?”

  “Sure,” Frost said, grinning as the large woman thrust her tongue in his mouth. He imagined that the Oni could impress plenty of women with her tongue and he would be thrilled to watch.

  “Dirty,” a high-pitched voice said from high above the walls of the bath. Frost glanced up to see three harpy women looking down.

  “Dirty dirty, dirty” the second one said.

  “Very dirty,” a third agreed.

  The three harpy women were completely naked and carrying small buckets in their talons, clearly looking to bathe.

  They were unique creatures in both appearance and personalities. They lacked arms entirely and instead had feathered wings where arms should be but from their heads to their knees, they were basically petite humans. Their knees were also feathered down to the center of their shin where their talon portion of their legs started.

  Despite the mythology of his world describing them as crones, they had remarkably beautiful faces. Every one of them was perfectly symmetrical with elegant youthful features. Their hair was a little odd in that it wasn’t hair, but long soft feathers that grew from their forehead, slicked back behind their heads, and flowed all the way down their backs before transforming into long beautiful tail-feathers.

  Because of their lack of arms, they frequently traveled in groups so they could assist each other in simple tasks. They would regularly feed each other, bathe each other, and dress each other. Basically, any task that normally required arms, they needed help with.

  Frost found them to be some of the most beautiful demihumans in his territory. Unfortunately, their personalities left something to be desired. They were notorious gossips.

  “Hey Ki,” Frost said, staring up at the central harpy.

  “I’m not Ki,” the harpy said, nodding toward the one on her left. “That’s Ki. I’m Ke.”

  “Right,” Frost said, staring at the identical women with identically sounding names. “Hi Ki, Ke, Kie,”

  “It’s not pronounced Ki,” the third one said, correcting his pronunciation. “It’s pronounced Kie.”

  “Kie,” Frost said, smiling as he corrected his pronunciation. All three were pronounced identically but slight tonal differences resulted in a mispronunciation even if you were correct. In Kie’s case, he had to say it with a smile or else he didn’t hit the right tone.

  “That’s right,” she said cheerfully. Frost could see every intimate inch of the bird-like women as he stared up at them. He’d yet to sleep with any harpies since they had long and complex mating rituals, but he wanted to. Their bodies were pale, elegant, and petite.

  “So cute,” Yama said, smiling at the women. “Are you all sisters?”

  “We’re not related,” Ki said, glancing at the nearly identical women. “We look nothing alike.”
/>   “I’m white with blue and yellow feathers,” Kie said, flapping her wings.

  “I’m blue with white and yellow feathers,” Ke said, turning around to flash her tail feathers.

  “And I’m yellow with white and blue feathers,” Ki finished. “And our faces’ shapes are completely different.”

  “Completely different,” Ke agreed.

  “Oh,” Yama said, embarrassedly. “My mistake. Were you coming here for a bath?”

  “Yes,” Kie said, holding up her bucket. “We like this bath.”

  “But it’s dirty now,” Ki said.

  “Herald Frost made the bath dirty,” Ke said disappointedly. “It needs to be cleaned.”

  “Herald Frost has his own bath,” Ki said grumpily. “he didn’t need to mess up this bath.”

  “Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty,” Kie said grumpily.

  “I’m so sorry,” Yama said, covering her mouth. “It’s my fault. I’m so sorry.”

  “It’s not your fault,” Ki said, glaring at Frost. “Herald Frost came into the bath to mate.”

  “Herald Frost, this is not a mating bath,” Kie followed up. “Baths are baths. You don’t mate in baths.”

  “Dirty,” Ke nodded. “Now the bath is dirty.”

  “But it’s really not!” Yama said defensively as she looked at the water. “There’s plenty of soap and oils and…”

  “And herald seed,” Ki said. “How long before it’s clean again?”

  “A few hours?” Ke said pensively.

  “But I wanted to bathe now,” Kie whined.

  “We could just bathe in the herald seed,” Ki suggested, her face turning pink. “It’s not as though we’d be mating with him.”

  “Hm,” Ke blushed at the suggestion. “Maybe. But I’m still upset with Herald Frost for dirtying the bath. Baths aren’t for mating.”

  “Maybe Herald Frost doesn’t know how to use a bath properly,” Kie smiled. “We could show him.”

  “And the water looks clean,” Ki said.

  “But we knew there’s herald seed in the water,” Ke said. “Baths aren’t for mating.”

  “We should teach him,” Kie said, growing more confident in the suggestion. “He can help us wash.”

  “But not mate,” Ki said authoritatively. “No mating. He hasn’t brought us gifts or danced for us.”

  “No mating,” Ke agreed. “Just washing. There probably isn’t too much herald seed in the water.”

  “And there are soaps and oils,” Kie agreed. “Are we agreed? We will show Herald Frost how to properly use a bath.”

  “He will clean us,” Ki smiled while puffing out her petite chest.

  “But not mating,” Ke said, nodding as she also puffed out her chest.

  “No mating,” Kie agreed.

  “I never agreed to any of this,” Frost said, staring up at the elegant women as they flew down, landing on the stones besides the bath. “I have things to do and…”

  “You made the bath dirty,” Ki said, dropping her bucket in the water. “You should help us clean.”

  “Maybe we should ask Brynn if Herald Frost is allowed to mate in the outdoor bath?” Kie asked.

  “I bet the priestess would like to know that Herald Frost is mating when she is working hard,” Ke suggested. “It seems unfair.”

  “Very unfair,” Ki agreed.

  “Very,” Kie said.

  “Fine,” Frost sighed as the other two harpies dropped their buckets in the pool. “I’ll help you clean up but we’re going to make it quick.”

  “No mating,” Kie said, blushing as the lightweight woman floated next to Frost.

  “Absolutely no mating,” Ke, sitting on the rocks next to him, spreading her legs. “But you need to clean us very well.”

  “A very very good cleaning,” Ki agreed, pressing her chest against Frost’s naked body. “But if you bring me presents and dance for me, we can talk about mating.”

  “Lots of presents and lots of dancing,” Kie added.

  “But not in the bath,” Ke said. “Baths aren’t for mating.”

  Yama watched Frost assist the three harpies in cleaning themselves. The birds blushed and moaned as Frost scrubbed their bodies with soaps and oils. Although it wasn’t mating, there was no denying that the winged women were enjoying the bath a little too much.

  CHAPTER 5

  Frost had plenty of time to explore the rest of the village after his birdbath. Although Brynn estimated that things would take an hour, he figured it would take a bit longer. The black-haired bard excelled at coming up with great ideas and prioritizing what was important but she frequently underestimated how long things would take to complete.

  Desdemona excelled at logistics including time estimates, making her the cornerstone of the village's operations. Brynn knew what needed to be done and Desdemona knew how to get things done. The pair made a fantastic team.

  Lysandra sort of acted as both public relations and community outreach. She cared for the villagers on a personal level and frequently found herself advocating for the villagers. The priestess also served as a counselor and religious leader for the village which kept her extremely busy.

  All three of them were involved in check ins and it was fairly time consuming so he figured an hour was wishful thinking. Even with all three and a handful of elves helping, it’d take at least two to three hours to check in sixty people.

  The process for becoming a citizen of his territory was fairly simple and thanks to the hard work of Desdemona and Brynn it was pretty streamlined.

  The newcomers would reach one of the villages and be directed toward Pluma village where Brynn and Lysandra would proceed with getting them situated, beginning with general interviews. Brynn would have them drink a truth serum and ask them questions. She was primarily looking for spies and bad actors while Lysandra would ask them a slew of overly personal questions to get to know them.

  Once the interview finished, they were documented in the temple ledgers and issued an enchanted piece of metal that served as an identification tablet. After that, they were directed toward the bathhouse and given several one-size fits most clothing items. Finally, once cleaned up, they were assigned to live with some of the current residents.

  Rather than move the demihumans into newly built homes, they would live with current residents that volunteered to mentor them. The residents would act as friends and guides to the new arrivals and answer any questions they had. They would also direct them to the job boards where they could pick up tasks to help the village.

  By completing tasks on the job boards the residents could earn items and rel, depending on the job. If they gathered a certain amount of raw materials for Mira and the other tailors, they could earn nicer clothing. Alternatively, if they gathered wood for the fletchers, they could earn a wooden sword or bow.

  The system ran fairly parallel to games where low-level jobs provided low-level rewards. The newcomers could gradually work their way up from nothing while also providing much needed services for the village.

  The entire system was pretty effective thanks to Desdemona’s logistical talents. The crimson-haired demoness created job boards for all of the villages in his territory based on various wants and needs.

  Individual elves could also place jobs on the boards with the approval of Frost or one of his wives. Most of the elves used it when they needed help in their garden or were looking for specific types of flower seeds. The only requests that didn’t get posted were various weird sex requests that some of the villagers tried to post for. Although many of those requests made their way into Frost’s pocket instead.

  Small guilds were even beginning to form as those that supplied materials began asking to learn how to craft things on their own. Others leaned toward hunting monsters which led them to the temple where other hunters congregated to form groups every morning.

  Finally, everything worked on a reputation system. Every job gave reputation points and once the villager earned enough points, they wo
uld be permitted to trade them in for a property in the village. Once they had property, they could earn more points and trade them in for other prizes like high-end crafting equipment or clothing.

  The reputation system also worked in conjunction with the academy. Although base classes were available to everybody, advanced classes had prerequisites. The tailors, blacksmiths, and woodworkers had similar requirements to ensure their members were serious about joining.

  A few months ago, his average villager was under level ten and with the current system some of them were nearing level thirty. Mostly due to the frequency of their hunts. Because of the supplies brought back from the hunts, and those gathered by those who preferred to avoid combat, the crafters were able to massively increase the quality of their work.

  Overall, the system was working phenomenally. But it was time consuming.

  When Frost finally approached the center square in front of the temple, the new arrivals were filing out of the bathhouse in their new clothes as Desdemona filled out paperwork.

  The crimson-haired demoness was wearing a red dress and the pale-skinned demon’s chest was practically popping out of the sexy gown. The form-fitting gown was strapless with a sweetheart neckline and a wide black belt with several small enchanted pouches attached. The skirt portion of her dress ended right above the knee with just the slightest slit to give her a little more maneuverability. Her knee-high black boots matched her belt perfectly and in one of them a long dagger was sheathed. She was absolutely breathtaking.

  The elf women were given vibrant new sundresses with built in belts that were crafted from a complimentary fabric and Desdemona was double checking to make sure all of the inventory was accounted for so she had accurate numbers when she ordered more later.

  The design of the sundresses was easy to mass produce and it was extremely high quality.

  Clothing quality was determined by both the materials used and the abilities of the tailor. The materials were high end since the Arachne provided silk to the village tailors in exchange for stylish clothing of their own.