Nigel nodded. "I probably overstated it. And perhaps it needs to be done." Maybe it was wrong to favor humans over dragon children, but if push came to shove Nigel would do that. Although he'd thought that about humans and orcs, too, and now he was increasingly unsure. If humans attacked the Broadnoses like the Broadnoses had attacked Belden, he'd side against the aggressor, human or not. On Earth it was simple. Humans of all races were more important than animals. Here on Aldrya, the morality was more complex.
"You are a thoughtful man, Nightwolf of Oakland," said Khoraja. "I appreciate that." She nodded over to the bar, where the innkeeper had appeared. "I'm hungry. The hardtack we had for lunch didn't exactly fill me up. I'm going to ask if he can get dinner started up early, if that's fine with you."
Nigel hadn't realized how hungry he was until she'd said something. "That would be fantastic, actually."
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Emma returned after dinner, while he and Khoraja were still talking. With a full meal of meat and potatoes in his stomach, and two days of traveling in his legs, Nigel felt tired, but not so much so that his libido didn't perk at the sight of the buxom priestess.
"Ready for bed?" Emma asked. She didn't bother to sit down.
"In more ways than one," Nigel said.
Emma laughed. "Well, first we can do the one thing, then the other. I think we're both ready for sleep. I hope we're both ready for... something before that."
"Yes." The way she said it, in her sultry Mae West voice, made his body respond. Was there some magic in that, too? He remembered her character sheet having a stat for "Seduction," but he didn't know whether that was a magical skill or a perfectly ordinary one. It was awkward being seduced right in front of Khoraja, although if the elf felt discomfort at it, it seemed a fair counterpart to the teasing she had done. He stood up. "I'll see you in the morning, Khoraja."
"You will. First thing." Khoraja and Emma exchanged looks and smiles as if they shared a secret. Was that good thing or bad?
Emma turned and headed upstairs. Nigel followed, enjoying the view of her ass through the diaphanous fabric she wore. On the one hand, he felt he should help the girls get some newer outfits. But he wouldn't tired of this one soon. Emma was all curves, with plenty to ogle from either side.
He heard footsteps behind him. Apparently Khoraja was heading for bed, too.
Emma opened the door for him. "After you, my lord," she said.
He entered the simple room. He didn't want to stay in this inn forever. His own place? If he kept adventuring, he'd be traveling a lot, so maybe that didn't make sense. Still, he liked the idea of a nice house to retreat to, with room enough for both girls and a wardrobe of sexy clothes for them. Perhaps sleeping at the orc village had made him miss his own bed at home. He didn't miss his old life, though. Especially with Emma standing in front of the door she'd closed silently behind her.
"Would my husband please take his clothes off?" Emma asked.
She didn't need to ask twice. He stripped, watching Emma who was doing the same. Her breasts bounced free as she took off the tight bra, her rosy nipples hard and pink like pencil erasers. Her skirt and panties followed. Then she surprised him by getting on her hands and knees and crawling toward him, breasts swaying as her gaze fixed on his now achingly hard cock.
Her body stretched as she lifted her torso to come to a kneeling position in front of him. "Close your eyes." She knelt in front of him and wrapped her hand around his shaft.
He heard her, but he didn't process the request as he admired the sight of the naked girl in front of him.
"Please, my husband. I want you to just feel this."
He closed them reluctantly. He felt was her wet tongue on his shaft, licking up to the tip and then back down again, her hand supporting his erect member as she took each testicle gently into her mouth. She licked his balls, taking her time and leaving them wet when she finally returned to his cock. He felt her lips envelop him, and he couldn't resist sneaking a peek.
The sight of Emma, her hand wrapped around the base of his cock and her mouth engulfing the rest, made him ache even more. He took in the long naked line of her back, and the way her head didn't quite block the view of her large breasts. She focused on her task and wasn't looking at him, so he kept his eyes open.
He jerked his gaze up. Khoraja stood just inside the door. She must have slipped in and closed the door behind her. The elf locked gazes with him and smiled. She pushed back on the door, and it closed the last inch with a click. Then she raised her finger to her lips, as if to tell him to be quiet.
Now he definitely couldn't close his eyes. He wasn't sure what turned him on more, Emma moving her head up and down on his cock, her tongue caressing the underside as she took him in, or Khoraja watching. After a minute Emma looked up at him and caught him watching.
She knelt back, withdrawing her mouth but not her hands. "I shouldn't expect you to obey directions," she said. "You enjoy being in charge, don't you? But I promised you a blow job. And I like to finish what I start. I want to taste you. I want to feel your seed shooting deep down my throat. May I proceed, my lord?"
"Uh, yeah," Nigel said, wondering if he should tell her about her audience.
"Would you like to make yourself comfortable? Standing after walking all day must be exhausting. Sit down and let me serve you."
Sitting down would mean on the bed, and that would mean turning sideways. Which would mean that Emma would be in a position to see Khoraja, thus solving his ethical dilemma. He sat. Emma moved on her knees and looked at Khoraja. Maybe she heard the elf, or maybe she expected to see Khoraja there.
"Don't mind me," Khoraja said. "I want to see his face when he comes."
"Do you want me to keep his come in my mouth so you can taste it?" Emma asked.
Khoraja hesitated, and Emma didn't wait for an answer. She wrapped her lips around his cock once more. She tightened her hand and stroked in rhythm with her bobbing head. Tease time was over, apparently. Her free hand lightly caressed his balls, reminding them of the ministrations of her tongue earlier. They were ticklishly sensitive, and the cooling wetness on them made them more so. Only her firm hand and mouth on his shaft stopped him from shivering at the light touch.
He looked over at Khoraja. The elf bent forward as if to get a better view, or to give him a peek at her cleavage.
No, he wouldn't trade this for home on Earth.
Emma quickly brought him to the edge. And then, maddeningly, she stopped. She looked up at him.
"Do you want me to make love to you?" asked Nigel, panting a bit.
"No, my lord," she said. She glanced at Khoraja.
"Would you like me to take my clothes off?" asked Khoraja.
"Yes," Nigel said. He glanced at Emma to see what the priestess thought. Emma was smiling. He was sure the two ladies choreographed this in the bath. Emma had acknowledged that he liked to be in charge but they were following her plan.
Khoraja lifted her dress over her head but stayed at the door. Khoraja had firm perky boobs and soft, olive skin that looked perfect with her raven tresses. A little landing strip of black hair directed his gaze to her pink folds.
He didn't know where to look. The two girls were far apart enough he couldn't see them both, and they were both beautiful in different ways.
"Come closer," Nigel told Khoraja.
Khoraja shook her head. Emma lowered her head and took him into her warm, wet mouth again. She moved slower this time, taking her time, mixing frustration and pleasure. Emma seemed intent on prolonging both, providing just enough pressure to keep him eager to come in her mouth.
Khoraja put her hand on her belly, and slid it languorously down toward her pussy, aware he was watching. He glanced down at Emma and saw she was watching Khoraja as well.
Nigel thought about throwing Emma on the bed so he could fuck her. He was sure Emma wouldn't mind, but the scene was more than him and Emma. Khoraja's consent also mattered, so he forced himself to stay still and enjoy the pleasur
e and try to ignore the frustration.
Khoraja's fingers found her clit. Emma let go with her hand and took his entire length down her throat. Khoraja gasped, whether at the sight or at her own pleasure, Nigel didn't know, but Emma's deep throating ability was definitely impressive. She stayed there for half a minute, her tongue laving his balls, and then came up for air, giving him a great view of her large breasts bouncing. Then she took him all in again. The deep throat trick wouldn't get him off as fast as an up and down motion, but it was magnificent to watch and experience.
"Oh my god," said Khoraja. "I'm so close."
This time, when Emma stopped to get a good breath, she grinned up at Nigel. She wrapped her hand around his cock, gave him a few good pulls, and then went to work on him, her mouth forming the perfect vise around his shaft as she bobbed up and down. She didn't tease, but pumped him with skill and enthusiasm. As erotic as the sight of Khoraja masturbating and Emma going down on him was, and as good as Emma's mouth felt, Emma's eagerness turned him on most of all. He tried to prolong the sensation, but his stamina was no match for Emma's skill. He cried out as his cock jetted cum deep down her throat. Khoraja cried out. Emma eagerly swallowed all he gave her, staying while his cock spurted his seed once more. He glanced over at Khoraja. The elf's knees had buckled. She leaned against the door for balance.
Emma didn't stop. She coaxed more cum out of his cock. Then her head stilled. After a few moments she looked up at him, capturing his gaze. Slowly and firmly, she squeezed from the base to the tip, making one more drop appear at the tip of his cock. Deliberately, her gaze fixed on his, she licked it off and then smacked her lips as if it had been the finest chocolate.
"Your pleasure is my pleasure, my lord. Thank you so much for giving me such pleasure."
"Me giving you?" was all Nigel could say in response to that.
"Yes. It is even stronger with the bond we share. Even if you come inside another woman, if I am touching you, I will orgasm too. It is part of the reason why a love priestess of Inanna is so desired by princes and kings. And now I am yours."
Nigel didn't know how to respond, so he decided to just appreciate. He still wanted to give her pleasure directly. "Get up on the bed," he said.
Emma smiled. "Ready for round two already?"
She had drained his cock, and he was softening, but he wanted to taste her. "Something like that."
She climbed up on the bed.
"Spread your legs."
She did. "I don't think you're ready yet, my lord, but perhaps I could get you there with my mouth."
At the sound of a door closing, Nigel looked to Khoraja, but the elf was gone. It would have taken only a moment to don her dress, which she must have done soon after he turned away. They no longer had an audience.
He turned back to Emma and grinned at her. "The question is not whether you can get me there with your mouth, it's whether I can get you there with mine." He crawled up on the bed, enjoying the surprised expression on Emma's face, and then bent down to taste her.
CHAPTER TEN
After Emma's orgasm, they fucked and then fell asleep. They were both out cold until a loud knock on the door made Nigel's eyes open. It was light out, and that meant it was morning. He needed to find adventurers who liked to sleep in, but in a world without watches it was easier to use times like dawn for meetings. You couldn't agree to meet at ten-thirty.
No one was at the door when he dragged himself out of bed to open it. He presumed Khoraja had been their alarm. Emma yawned sleepily. She didn't seem to object to sleeping in. Still, it was probably best not to keep the others waiting.
"Let's get dressed and eat breakfast," Nigel said.
"Breakfast sounds good," Emma said sleepily. "I could just head down nude."
Nigel wasn't sure exactly how that would go over in Belden, but he hadn't seen any naked people. Emma's usual outfit was as scandalous as any he’d seen. "Better put your clothes on." He donned his kilt.
"Okay." Emma moved just enough that the covers slipped from her breasts. "Or you could fuck me again."
"Trust me, I'm tempted." Nigel kept getting dressed.
"You could close your eyes and pretend I'm Khoraja."
"No, Emma," Nigel said.
"Or anyone you want. If it excited you, it would excite me."
Nigel picked up his sword. "No, Emma."
"Oh, fine." Emma threw off the covers, letting him see her full nakedness. He stopped to gaze at her for a moment, and when she saw that she slowly spread her legs in invitation.
Nigel sat down on the corner of the bed. "You're lovely. Beautiful, skilled, sexy, amazing. And I'm going to breakfast." He stood and headed toward the door.
"What does that make you?" asked Emma.
"Punctual," Nigel said. "And probably a little stupid. I'll see you at breakfast."
He came down to see Bel and Khoraja sitting at a table, along with a less welcome guest: Garrett. There were five plates heaped with eggs and small round hamburger bun-sized loaves of bread, and five mugs with ale. Someone had already ordered food. The bread smelled delightfully fresh.
"I knocked on Emma's door, too," Khoraja said. "I hope she gets here before breakfast gets cold."
Nigel took a moment to catch on. "Ah, yeah. Hope so. She looked pretty tired when we said goodnight to her." He couldn't tell whether or not Garrett was buying it.
"I was talking to Bel here," Garrett said. "Trying to convince her to join me on an expedition to the Burning Wastes. Seems she's already taken, and I can't persuade her, even though I think I have a better group. I don't suppose you'd like to release her from her agreement with you."
Nigel wanted Bel's help, but he wouldn't hold her against her will. He glanced at the slender woman, who shook her head just slightly. She didn't want to go with Garrett and had chosen her other commitment as an excuse.
"Sorry, Garrett. I'm afraid we need her."
Garrett chuckled. "Doesn't take a clairvoyant to know where you are going. There's only one place when you want to fight demons, and our Bel is single minded about that. Some childhood trauma or something."
Nigel had been inclined to be polite, but Garrett's casual dismissal of Bel irked him. "You really are a piece of work, aren't you? Go away."
Anger flashed across Garrett's face, but as he glanced between Nigel and the two women he realized they outnumbered him. "I'll do just that," Garrett said. "And sometime, you won't have friends with you, Nightwolf. I have a meeting with an old friend, and a horse to take me. Enjoy walking." He grabbed a slice of bread from his mostly empty plate, got up and strode out. Nigel kept his gaze on Garrett until the door swung behind him. He made a mental note that he needed to learn to ride. Walking was tiring and slow.
"I'm afraid I told him about what we were doing," said Bel. "I hope that's okay. I've never liked him much, but he was on our side in the fight against the orcs."
"He was," Nigel agreed. "I don't suppose it matters much." Nigel noticed that Bel had mostly finished her food, but Khoraja had barely touched hers. Presumably Khoraja had just ordered, and Bel and Garrett had already been talking.
Emma came down and quietly slipped into her place at the table. Nigel started in on his eggs and bread. The bread was on the salty side, and he missed having meat, but it was filling. Soon they'd emptied the plates and were ready to head out.
The path into the Burning Wastes was a well-worn one. According to Bel and Emma, there was a trading post of sorts run by an old retired dwarf adventurer named Snogg several miles in, and pretty much every adventurer stocked up on food there and then set out in all directions from that point. It was strange that adventuring was enough of a profession to support a trading post and a path. Khoraja and Emma agreed that no one but adventurers ventured into the wastes.
The best part of that was that despite the fearsome name, the Burning Wastes were actually easier going than the scrub they'd gone through to get to the Broadnoses. At first, the terrain was similar, but the brush nort
h of the path died out, replaced by plains and a few miles later by rocky desert. To the south there were woods. They weren't very healthy looking woods, consisting mostly of gnarly pines with underbrush, but it was still more alive looking than the barren north side. The path could have gone through the middle of the flat area, but it didn't.
"Why do people prefer to stay near the forest?" Nigel asked.
"Because there are dust elementals, and giant condors, in the desert," Bel explained. "And the occasional demon. You might be able to see better, but the dangers increase. Elementals can come out of nowhere, and condors can see you before you see them. The demons come out of gates whose location constantly changes, and which cannot be seen without magic."
"Sounds like a lovely place," said Nigel.
Based on the map, it made sense to go to Snogg's trading post, and then venture northwest. They could save distance by going cross-country, but it wouldn't justify the harder going or being attacked by elementals, giant birds, or demons. So they stayed on the path.
Until it was blocked, anyway.
The path curved around and over a slight hill, obscuring their view. Garrett was astride the path, armed and armored and atop a sturdy-looking horse. At his side stood a beautiful but throughly evil-looking creature. She was about five feet tall, with pale blue skin. Her figure was impossible -- a narrow waist, wide hips, long legs, huge breasts. She was naked, and large batlike wings extended from her shoulder blades. A long curling tail swished behind her. Her hair was blue, both atop her head and shaved in a neat little pentagram on her pubic mound. Even her nipples were a deep blue. Nigel's cock instantly hardened. It was too sudden a reaction to be a natural response to a sexy girl. The creature was magically seductive, and probably a succubus.
Bel notched an arrow. Nigel didn't object to a fight, himself, but he held up his hand. He wanted to know what Garrett was trying to pull.
"Get out of the way," he said.
Garrett shook his head. "No, I'm afraid not. See, my little friend here and I have a common purpose. It seems we both want you dead. You can imagine how I reacted when she asked for my assistance."
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