Herald of Shalia 4

by Tamryn Tamer

  “Other things?” Frost asked as Renna barged into the temple, carrying a giant box.

  “You’re better!” Renna said excitedly, dropping the box as she rushed toward him, practically tackling him. The petite elf wrapped her athletic legs around his waist and slender arms around his neck. She glared at Lysandra. “Is the old hag already trying to seduce you?”

  “Actually, she’s busy,” Frost said, gripping Renna’s athletic ass as she buried her face in his neck.

  “Good,” Renna giggled. “Let’s go upstairs. I’ll take care of you. You must be absolutely starving.”

  “I am starving,” Frost said, slowly pulling the petite elf off of him. “Which is why I want to eat something.”

  “Oh,” Renna said, hopping down. “Well, what about later?”

  “Anything can happen later,” Frost grinned lecherously as he looked at the cheerful elf. He expected her to be in a worse mood given everything that’d transpired. Instead, her emerald eyes were filled with excitement as she bent down to clean up the items that spilled from the box. “Um, what is that?” Frost asked while pointing to a very familiar phallic shaped item.

  “Oh?” Renna said excitedly presenting what was undeniably a metallic sex toy. “This is a buzzy!”

  “A buzzy?” Frost asked, looking at Lysandra for conformation. The white-haired priestess groaned disapprovingly.

  “Yes,” Renna said holding the metallic one. “A buzzy. Watch!” Renna began charging the metallic phallus with magical energy and it started rapidly vibrating and buzzing. After a few seconds Renna’s hair started to stand on end as if she were being statically charged. “I got the idea when I was playing with different magical stones! I filled this one with electric ones that bounce off each other!”

  “Okay,” Frost chuckled. “And you have a box of them?”

  “Oh,” Renna grinned mischievously. “Not only buzzies but I also have wigglers and zizzles.”

  “Zizzles?” Frost asked as Renna held out a pair of chained nipple clamps connected to both heating and electric gemstones. Frost noticed several of the newcomers staring at the inventions, their faces turning pink as they realized what they were for. “Okay. Why do you have a whole box of them?”

  “To punish Brynn!” Renna said happily. “She’s agreed to help me test my inventions as an apology. I’m still mad at her for everything but she’s been trying really hard to show how sorry she is.”

  “She’s been at this for the last two days,” Lysandra said worriedly. “But this started yesterday.”

  “Is Cassia’s okay with this?” Frost whispered to Lysandra as Renna gathered up her inventions and headed upstairs.

  “Oh,” Lysandra winced. “You were asleep so you didn’t hear. Renna broke up with her and it seems that this time it might stick. She’s been inconsolable. She spends most of the day sleeping and crying in Renna’s room refusing to leave.”

  “Oh,” Frost said, grimacing at the thought of the curvy prophet crying her eyes out. “Have you tried talking to her?”

  “Yes,” Lysandra said while shaking her head. “But it’s better to just give her time. She’ll calm down eventually.”

  “Sounds like a lot has happened in two days,” Frost said while taking a seat at a table. Almost instantly several plates of meat appeared in front of him. He glanced up to see Zinnia smiling happily as she delivered the food. “Hey Zin.”

  “Herald Frost,” Zinnia beamed excitedly. The curvaceous tan Durra was practically popping out of her apron as she placed an enormous slab of perfectly cooked steak in front of him. “I started it as soon as you walked in!”

  “Thanks,” Frost said while staring at the gorgeous dog-eared girl. Her skirt was so short that it made it look like she wasn’t wearing anything beneath her white frilly apron and her blouse struggled to contain her massive chest. Thanks to their proportions, Durra women had the unnatural ability to make any outfit look horribly inappropriate.

  “Me too!” a golden-haired Durra said as she pushed one of the elves aside to drop a roast in front of him. “I’ve been cooking this all morning!”

  “I thought we agreed to wait for him to ask for something,” a dark skinned black and white haired Durra said while pushing through with a giant plate of bacon. All three of the women an orgy for the eyes as their large chests and asses practically begged to be squeezed. Their tails wagged excitedly as they watched and waited for him to eat.

  “Uh,” Frost glanced at Lysandra. He recognized both Dahlia and Delphinium, Delphi for short, from the brothel but wondered why they were still in the village. “What’s going on?”

  “Until Madam Gardenia is sure that all of the royal guards in Blackwater are gone her girls are staying here,” Lysandra said with a hint of exhaustion. “She’s also insisted that they make themselves useful so they’ve been helping around the village. They’ve been mostly cooking and cleaning.”

  “I see,” Frost said, looking around the tavern. “Where is Haru anyway?”

  “Since she’s not returning to Blackwater for a while, she decided to take the opportunity to check on her investments in Serino and Kald,” Lysandra answered. “She said to let you know that she would return in about a week.”

  “Is that safe,” Frost asked worriedly. “What about bandits and…”

  “She has two dozen Arachne protecting her,” Lysandra said, shaking her head.

  “Poor Stone,” several courtesans shook their heads as if mourning a fallen comrade.

  “Why poor Stone?” Frost asked, wondering about the Myrran male.

  “She agreed to trade him to Queen Slakka for a week in exchange for the escort,” Dahlia said. “She seems to really like him.”

  “Right,” Frost chuckled.

  “Aren’t you going to eat your food?” Zinnia asked worriedly as she stared at the steak. “It’s going to get cold…”

  “Yeah,” Frost said as the women stared at him. “On it.”

  “I’ll let you eat,” Lysandra said, kissing his cheek. “I need to finish helping Desdemona get the new arrivals situated. I don’t know how Brynn managed to do it so quickly. Anyway, I love you husband.”

  “I love you too,” Frost said, wrapping his hands around her waist, sliding him down playfully toward her ass. Several of the new arrivals watched closely, some shocked while others were clearly excited.

  Lysandra continued coming and going through the temple as she took the newcomers into the back to be interviewed and licensed by Desdemona. Afterward each of the arrivals were sent off to the bathhouses with new clothing as well as other supplies.

  Frost focused on eating and he was shocked by just how much of the food he was able to finish. Almost immediately after, several of the elves offered him drinks and their expressions made it almost impossible to say no.

  “You look awfully fucking content,” Slade said as he walked into the temple with Hestia hanging on his arm. “I told you that we’d…”

  “Darling,” Hestia whined while tugging his arm. “You said that you would be nice.’

  “I am being nice,” Slade said through clenched teeth.

  “Slade,” Frost sighed as a lamia refilled his glass. “I thought you would have returned to Blackwater with Fiora.”

  “He can’t!” Hestia said, hopping excitedly as she spoke. She practically dragged Slade to the bar counter, smiling the entire time. “Since there are hundreds of witnesses to him killing royal guards and helping women escape from the prison he’s been officially charged with treason!”

  “Fiora didn’t clear that up?” Frost asked, somewhat shocked by the revelation.

  “No!” Hestia shouted, unable to contain her jubilation as she laughed, tugging on Slade’s arm. “Her messenger said she would work on it and even message her sister but it was unlikely to change anytime soon! But that’s not the best part!”

  “Best part?” Frost said as Slade reached over the counter and grabbed a bottle of what was basically port. “What’s the best part?”
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br />   “Apparently, his wife is sure to divorce him when she finds out!” she yelled excitedly. “But that also means we don’t have to hide our relationship anymore! Everything worked out perfectly!”

  “Just fucking perfect,” Slade said, guzzling from the bottle.

  “From Baron Slade the Slicer to Former Baron Slade, the Elf-fucker,” Frost teased.

  “Funny,” Slade said.

  “I’m just saying,” Frost smirked. “Nobody calls me Frost the Giant Slayer.”

  “Fucking right,” Slade confirmed. “But I’m still fucking pissed about the situation.”

  “Darling,” Hestia hugged him. “Don’t worry! I’m going to take great care of you! My cottage is really nice and you don’t even have to worry about working if you don’t want to! I’ll do plenty of work for both of us and…”

  “I’m not going to sit at home all day,” Slade said defensively. “We’ve already talked about this.”

  “Let me take care of you!” Hestia said insistently.

  “I can take care of myself,” Slade argued, turning his attention toward Frost. “Which is what I wanted to talk to this devil-fucker about.”

  “Herald Frost,” Hestia pouted at him. “Tell Slade that he should just stay at home and let me care for him.”

  “I’ll find some work for you to do,” Frost said as Hestia scowled. “Although you might not like it.”

  “You know the type of work I do,” Slade said. “I’m sure Isabelle will figure out a way to get me back in Zira in no time.”

  “I hope not!” Hestia said, cuddling up next to him. “It’s been so much fun being able to show you off to everybody!”

  “Just find me some fucking work,” Slade said, grabbing a second bottle. “Anything to get me out of this fucking village.”

  “Admit it,” Frost shouted as Slade walked toward the door. “You love it here.”

  “The only decent thing in this fucking shit-hole is Hestia,” Slade snapped. “And maybe the fucking baths. Those are some nice fucking baths.”

  “Stay out of mine,” Frost shouted as Slade exited the tavern, allowing the various demihumans to return to doting on him.

  Frost eventually managed to extricate himself and decided to head upstairs to check in on Brynn. Although he intended to still punish her for a while, just to keep up appearances, he was worried about her. Also, Renna had been up there for some time with the bard and he was admittedly intrigued by her various toys and exactly how she was punishing Brynn with them.

  “I want to die,” a muffled voice whimpered from the left side of the hall. He told himself to ignore it as the weeping continued. “Nobody will ever love me.”

  “Don’t,” Frost said to himself as the crying intensified. Before he realized what was happening, he found himself heading left toward Renna’s room. He knocked gently on the cracked open door before walking in to see Cassia weeping into a pillow.

  CHAPTER 28

  “Cassia?” Frost asked as he stepped inside of the room, closing the door behind him, all while reminding himself he should be walking away before he got himself into trouble. “How are you feeling?”

  Cassia looked at him, her violet eyes filled with tears as she shook her head.

  The white-haired elf’s face was red from the hours she spent crying and her normally perfect hair was all over the place. Her lips trembled and more tears rolled down her face as she found herself struggling to speak.

  “Yeah,” Frost sighed. “Stupid question I guess.”

  “R-R-Renna left me,” Cassia said, sniffling as she squeezed a pillow, curling herself into a ball around it. “It’s because I’m old and ugly.”

  “You’re certainly not ugly,” Frost said, staring at the beautiful white-haired woman laying in her sheer white nightgown. Beneath the gown he could see the outline of her white lace panties and based on the absence of a bra-strap, the only thing hiding her nipples was the pillow she was clutching.

  “You’re only saying that because of your old woman fetish,” Cassia whimpered while burying her face in the pillow. “Nobody else thinks I’m pretty. Nothing about me is shiny anymore and I even have wrinkles.”

  “You don’t have a single wrinkle,” Frost argued while walking toward the bed. He sat on the edge of it and began running his hand up and down her arm reassuringly. “You are gorgeous.”

  “If I’m gorgeous then why did my Renna leave me?” Cassia whimpered while struggling to breathe, curling into a tighter ball as she squeezed the pillow. “Is it because I’ve killed so many people?”

  “No,” Frost said. “Although I imagine that would be an issue for some people.”

  “Nobody here even knew them,” Cassia whined. “Why should it matter? Right now, people are dying of starvation in every country on this continent but nobody is calling those kings murderers. But everybody hates me just because I killed a few people. They weren’t even nice people. Even the kids at the school are scared of being sent to my office…”

  “Nobody hates you,” Frost said, continuing to stroke her arm. “Renna just wasn’t a good match.”

  “It’s because she loves you,” Cassia cried while staring up at him, her violet eyes filled with jealousy. “She was always trying to sneak off to be with you or talking about how she was going to marry you and have your babies. She left me because she wanted to be with you.”

  “That might have had something to do with it,” Frost sighed. “Sorry.”

  “It’s not your fault,” Cassia whimpered into her pillow, blushing as she glanced up at him. “Everybody loves you because you’re so perfect.”

  “I’m anything but perfect,” Frost tried not to laugh. “It’s like I tell everybody, I’m a terrible husband.”

  “No you’re not,” Cassia whined. “Everybody knows you’re perfect…”

  “I’m constantly sleeping with women other than my wives,” Frost chuckled. “Hell, I’m even in here eye-fucking my mother-in-law. I’m not a good husband.”

  “Eye-fucking?” Cassia asked while glancing down at her outfit. “Really?”

  “I’m not here for that,” Frost said, backtracking slightly. “You know I think you’re beautiful. Hell, if it weren’t for Renna and the others getting involved I would have already slept with you.”

  “Really?” Cassia wiping away her tears as she looked up at him and rolled onto her back. Frost found himself gazing at her large chest and pink nipples, perfectly visible beneath the white transparent gown. His eyes continued downward, admiring her sexy hips and the way her white lacy panties slightly squeezed her curvaceous flesh. She reached out for his hand, grabbing it with both of hers and pulling it down to one of her soft breasts. “You’re too hard on yourself my herald. Even if you sleep with other women you always take care of your wives. You meet their wants and needs. I’ve never seen my perfect little Lysandra happier than she is with you.”

  “Cassia,” Frost chuckled while attempting to pull his hand from her plentiful breast, finding himself unable to overpower the high-level prophet. “I know you’re sad but…”

  “Please,” Cassia said, tears welling up in her eyes as she stared at him. “It’s not fair that you love everybody else. I’m your prophet.”

  “It’s not that I don’t want to,” Frost said reassuringly while continuing to fight her, although his resilience was fading as he stared at the gorgeous elf. She looked almost identical to Lysandra, although with more substantial curves. Her breasts and hips were both more generous while her waist was identically slender to Lysandra’s. “But you’re Lysandra’s mother.”

  “I’m your prophet which makes me your responsibility,” Cassia timidly while looking away, her lips quivering as she gently released his hand. “Or do you find me so detestable?”

  “You know I don’t,” Frost said as Cassia gently caressed his arm, running her hand up and down it. He found himself not wanting to remove his hand from her soft chest, instead opting to knead her beautiful plump breast, causing her to quietly
moan. “You are absolutely stunning. But you’re Lysandra’s…”

  “Shhh,” Cassia said, gently pulling him down toward her. “Don’t think about that. Right now I’m just your prophet. Yours.”

  “I’m a horrible husband,” Frost said as he hovered above her, inches from her face. He was so close to her lips he could smell the berries she’d eaten earlier. He stared into her glassy violet eyes and grew more entranced by the second as they begged him for his love. “I shouldn’t do this.”

  “Do what?” Cassia asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck, waiting for him to act. “What are you thinking of doing to me my herald?”

  “This,” Frost said, claiming Cassia’s glossy lips as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The white-haired prophet happily welcomed him inside, her tongue slithering against his as the two kissed. He tightened his grip on her generous bust, completely entranced by the warmth of her curvy of her body. “I really shouldn’t do this.”

  “It’s okay,” Cassia moaned in his ear. “I am yours. I’m your prophet my herald. You can do whatever you want with me.”

  “Fuck,” Frost panted as his heart pounded in his chest. His cock was overtaking the rest of his senses as he admired Cassia’s unbelievable curves. But it wasn’t only those curves that excited him, it was how absolutely wrong it was. She was Lysandra’s mother. “I want you.”

  “That makes me so happy my herald,” Cassia said softly as she pulled him in for another deep kiss. She guided him to his side as she continued to invade his mouth with her tongue. The violet-eyed elf removed her hands from around his neck and slid them down his chest, moaning into his mouth as she explored him. She only removed her lips when she reached the bottom of his shirt and began pulling it off. “Tell me I’m beautiful.”

  “You’re beautiful,” Frost said as he helped her remove his shirt.

  “Tell me you want me again,” Cassia moaned as she licked and bit his hard chest all over. “I want to hear it.”

  “I want you,” Frost moaned as he slid his hand down her side, enjoying her slender waist and wide hips. He continued moving his hand lower, past the silky transparent fabric that separated his flesh from hers until he reached the bottom. He knew that if he slipped his hand underneath the gown there was no going back, but his desire for her overruled his sense as his cock throbbed. He slipped his hand under her gown and began sliding it up her soft thigh. “You are absolutely perfect Cassia.”