Herald of Shalia 5

by Tamryn Tamer

  “We won’t tell her,” Frost chuckled. “I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble.”

  “Trouble?” the girl laughed as she realized what he meant. “I didn’t mean she’d be upset like that! I meant that she’d be upset like crying herself to sleep upset. She really wants every customer to have a very special experience. She insists that everything needs to be very fancy all the time. So, we can start over, right?”

  “It’s fine,” Frost said while shaking his head. “You can just show us to a table and we’ll pretend we had the most special experience ever.”

  “Oh, okay,” she said while gesturing at Frost and the women to follow her. “I’m sure that Jasmine would want you at the nicest table so just follow me.”

  Frost glanced around at the well-dressed patrons as the hostess walked toward an empty table in front of the stage. He noticed several of the guests whispering and pointing excitedly at him and his wives as they passed their tables.

  While all of the villagers met him, he wasn’t so available that he was able to spend much time with them. It was unfortunate but as the village grew, he was finding it difficult to meet with his own wives let alone new arrivals in the village.

  “This is the nicest table in the house!” the hostess said proudly while pulling out a chair. Once they were all seated the Myrran took a deep breath and turned her head slightly toward the rest of the room. “Thank you so much for dining with us Herald Frost!”

  Anybody that hadn’t noticed him and his wives before did after her announcement. In the rear of the room Frost noticed a pair of hands waving at him and quickly returned the gesture to Rania and Sumina. It was rare to see the two ranchers all cleaned up and even rarer to see them in dresses.

  Frost also noticed an orange blur rushing toward him from the corner of his eye and turned just in time to see Jasmine. The orange-haired Myrran quickly hopped onto his lap and hugged him.

  “You came!” Jasmine said excitedly. “I’m so happy!”

  “You act like it’s my first time here,” Frost laughed while reflexively wrapping his arm around her athletic waist. He quickly realized her midriff was completely exposed and found himself looking down at the half-naked woman. Her outfit consisted of a black cloth wrapped around her petite breasts and a pair of matching black shorts that were basically underwear. He found himself unable to resist stroking her soft skin as she pressed her body against him. Her striped tail flailed back and forth excitedly as she gave him several pecks on the cheek. “So, is that your costume? what kind of show is this anyway?”

  “Oh?” Jasmine smirked as she hopped off his lap and spun around. “I’m not fully dressed yet. There are still the boots, gloves, and the weapon.”

  “Is that all you’re missing?” Lysandra asked while staring at Jasmine’s slender midsection. The tan Myrran was extremely athletic and the subtle muscle definition in her abdomen showed it. In fact, every inch of her petite body was lean muscle. It was only natural for Lysandra to be a little jealous of her.

  “Yup!” Jasmine said, completely oblivious to Lysandra’s tone. “Don’t worry! We worked really hard on Myrran Hero! You’re going to love it!”

  “I imagine I will,” Frost smirked as the athletic cat-girl leaned down and pecked his cheek one last time before rushing off.

  “Myrran Hero?” Frost tried not to laugh as he looked at Desdemona. “That’s the show you wanted to see?”

  “It sounded like a lot of fun!” Desdemona said as her face turned red. “Jasmine told me that it’s perfect for date night.”

  “You know she says that about all of her shows,” Frost chuckled.

  A waiter arrived shortly after and took their orders. Before long the three had a table full of food and drinks. Lysandra drank juice while Frost and Desdemona split a few bottles of wine. While the wine was basic, the bottles were surprisingly fancy which definitely impacted the perceived value.

  Lysandra and Desdemona fawned over the various fancy bottles, glasses, and plates as the food arrived at their table. The cat-eared former courtesan definitely did her research when it came to fancy restaurants because everything looked immaculate.

  As for the play itself, Frost found his eyes quickly drawn to the stage as various scantily clad beast girls came dancing out one after another. A gorgeous Florenne woman that he didn’t recognize flipped around in what basically amounted to a bra and panties with a few colorful ribbons tied to her wrists and ankles. Afterward, a pair of Myrran women paired up and performed their own dance and once they were finished a large shirtless Durra male accompanied by a scantily female came out and performed an erotic couple’s dance.

  Finally, Jasmine came out and performed her own playful dance while pulling pranks on the other performers, much to their chagrin while getting plenty of laughs from the audience. It was surprisingly masterful and reminded him of the talented dancers from old musicals.

  Once the initial dance sequence was over, the play actually started. As far as the story went, it played to the audience’s sensibilities. Jasmine’s character was an orphan and nobody in the village wanted her around. It was a safe way to get the audience rooting for her given that most of his village was made up of unwanted demihumans and cursed followers of Shalia.

  Eventually, Jasmine’s character was kicked from the village for causing trouble and she is left on her own. While journeying throughout the world she gets into a swordfight, thwarts a kidnapping, and protects an orphanage. With each victory she gains a new piece of clothing until her character is completely covered in vibrant clothing and a mask.

  Frost was impressed by the thought Jasmine put into the symbolism. Every new experience granted her a new color that changed her appearance until she looked completely different.

  In the grand finale, she learned that her village was attacked and the people were being taken as slaves. Frost glanced around the room and noticed the audience was visibly worried by the revelation. But Jasmine rushed off to save them.

  She arrived before they were loaded on a ship and what ensued was an insanely well-choreographed battle that combined both their dancing and combat. Frost was impressed by the twirling and flipping as Jasmine clashed with four masked dancers, her colorful ribbons trailing behind her as she rushed around the stage battling opponent after opponent.

  In the end, she defeats all of the slavers but is wounded. The villagers remove her armor to help her and realize that the Myrran Hero that everybody had been talking about was a girl they chased out of their village.

  “Oh no,” Desdemona said as tears welled up in her eyes.

  “It’s so sad,” Lysandra whimpered as she wiped her eyes for the tenth time. Frost looked around the room and saw similar reactions from the other patrons and immediately wondered how they’d respond to Romeo and Juliet. “They were so mean to her and she saved them anyway!”

  The story ended with Jasmine waking up back home in her village with her armor off but new colorful ribbons bandaging her wounds. The villagers throw her a celebration, apologize, and ask her to stay but she refuses. She says she needs to keep traveling the world to help those that can’t help themselves. The show finally finishes with one more dance number where they cheerfully send her off.

  “It’s so beautiful!” Lysandra balled as the crowd applauded.

  “They were all friends in the end!” Desdemona cried while blowing her nose into a napkin.

  “It was entertaining,” Frost said while trying not to laugh at his wives’ over the top reactions. As much as he enjoyed the show, the story itself was one that he’d heard a hundred times and arguably a bit overacted. Although he was impressed with all of the dancing, music, and choreography.

  “Entertaining? That’s it?” Lysandra said while pointing at the stage. “Nobody in her village wanted her…” she paused to catch her breath as she continued to cry, “and…and…she saved them all!”

  “She was so brave!” Desdemona sniffled while applauding.

  Jasmine and the other
actors and actresses rushed out onto the stage and bowed multiple times before rushing back behind the curtains. Moments later a new pair of musicians came onto the stage carrying lutes and began playing more upbeat music.

  After a few minutes Jasmine came rushing out from backstage wearing a long black tightly-fitted dress with an inappropriately high slit in the thigh.

  “Did you enjoy it?” Jasmine asked while staring at Frost for an answer.

  “It was so good!” Desdemona insisted while wiping away her remaining tears.

  “We loved it!” Lysandra agreed, trying to regain her composure despite the tears welling up in her eyes. “It was such a beautiful story!”

  “What about you?” Jasmine asked, waiting for Frost to give his opinion.

  “I enjoyed it a lot,” Frost said while smiling at the orange-haired woman.

  “Hmm,” Jasmine gave him a suspicious look. “I expected something more. You were a lot happier and way more excited when I did that special dance for you a few weeks ago.”

  “That’s a completely different type of enjoyment,” Frost laughed. “But I promise I enjoyed it.”

  “Well,” Jasmine hopped on his lap and wrapped her arms around him. “I suppose I have to offer a little something extra if I’m going to convince you to come here more often. I could dance for you again and I’m absolutely positive some of the other actresses would be happy to dance as well.”

  “Some very special dances,” Renna said as she came out from behind the curtain. “Why do I have to wear those masks?”

  “Because you’re going to be playing one of the heroes in Rainbow Sisters!” Jasmine said. “If people remember you as a slaver, they’re not going to like it!”

  “Fine!” Renna said. “But I really hate those masks.”

  “A new hobby?” Frost asked while staring at the emerald-haired elf.

  “She asked and I can’t say no to Jasmine,” Renna said while wrapping her arms around the athletic Myrran. “Besides, she really needed somebody that could keep up with her movements.”

  “What if we hadn’t arrived back in time?” Frost asked.

  “I have understudies,” Renna replied. “Anyway, are you going to give us an answer about that special dance?”

  “Herald Frost has other obligations tonight,” Lysandra said firmly while glaring at Renna.

  “I do,” Frost said while smiling at them both. “Maybe another time.”

  “Another time then,” Jasmine smirked while giving Frost a quick peck on the lips. “But it would really help if you came here more often. If you were here then everybody in the village would come here and I would start making a profit.”

  “Start?” Frost gave the beautiful Myrran a confused look. “You mean you’re not making a profit yet?”

  “Not yet,” Jasmine answered. “I have a lot of employees so it’s really hard to make a profit but I want to make a lot so that I can afford to hire more actors and actresses and put on more shows.”

  “I told her she needs to increase her prices for the evening shows,” Renna said.

  “Then nobody could afford it!” Jasmine argued.

  “Have you thought of asking Rose for help?” Frost asked. “She’s really good at bookkeeping and…”

  “I’m not asking that stuck up elf for anything!” Jasmine scoffed.

  “Well,” Frost pointed at the food and drinks. “I know for a fact that you’re undercharging for the food and drinks.”

  “I’m charging just as much as other businesses do!” Jasmine said defensively. “It’s a perfectly fair price.”

  “Herald Frost,” Desdemona pouted at him. “This is supposed to be a date night. If you want to help Jasmine with her business you can do it another time.”

  “You’re right,” Frost said, running his hand down Jasmine’s waist until he reached her athletic thigh. “I’ll help you figure things out another time.”

  “I’m going to hold you to that,” Jasmine said energetically as she hopped off his lap. “And I’ll definitely make it worth your while!”

  “I’m sure you will,” Frost said playfully as she brushed her tail against him as she passed.

  He smiled at Jasmine as she wrapped her hand around Renna’s waist and rushed over to the bar to celebrate their successful performance.

  “Really?” Lysandra said, crossing her arms as she stared at him. “While you’re out with us?”

  “In my defense you two told me not to fool around with anybody before our date,” Frost said.

  “I’ve been waiting for nearly a week but I’m controlling myself,” Lysandra said as she looked him up and down.

  “I wouldn’t say you’ve been controlling yourself,” Desdemona mumbled while taking a gulp of wine.

  “You don’t think I’m controlling myself?” Frost asked with a wicked grin. “It took an enormous amount of willpower not to skip the date and drag you up to our room.”

  “Well,” Desdemona smiled, her crimson eyes going wide with excitement. “We could do that now.”

  “We certainly could,” Lysandra said while licking her lips. “It is getting late and it’s been a long day.”

  “You don’t have to ask me twice,” Frost said as he laid out enough rel for the food. He figured that even if Jasmine wanted to comp him, her and her staff would appreciate the tip. “Let’s get out of here.”

  CHAPTER 12

  Lysandra practically tore off Frost’s vest the moment they entered the bedroom. Her violet eyes blazed like a predator in the night as she nimbly undid the buttons on his vest. Within moments, his shirt followed and Lysandra was running her hands up and down his naked chest.

  “I love you,” Lysandra said, undoing his belt as she kissed his chest. She pressed her soft lips against his chest several times before gently biting his nipple. “Goddess, I need you so badly.”

  “I’ve missed you too,” Desdemona said as she pressed her body against him. The demoness gently gripped his belt, slowly undoing the buckle while staring up at him. Her warm soft chest was pressed against him as she flashed a bashful smile. “I love you so much.”

  “I love you too,” Frost said as his Lysandra practically tore his pants off. “There’s no hurry.”

  “Says you,” Lysandra moaned while pushing him toward the bed. “You haven’t been going without for a week.”

  “I did my best,” Desdemona said quietly.

  “And you were wonderful,” Lysandra said as she kissed the demoness on the cheek. “I appreciate all of your help with my urges.”

  “There are a lot of them,” Desdemona chuckled as Lysandra’s tongue tickled her neck. “It would definitely be better if our darling husband didn’t leave so often.”

  “It certainly would,” Lysandra said as both women turned their attention to him. “You know, we would do absolutely anything to convince you to stay more often. Isn’t that right Des?”

  “Absolutely anything,” Desdemona agreed as she pressed her body against him. Lysandra did the same and both women started kissing and licking his chest. The scarlet-haired demoness let out a sexy moan as she circled Frost’s nipple. “Anything you want my darling.”

  Lysandra gently elbowed Desdemona.

  “N-now?” Desdemona asked as her face turned red. “I-I couldn’t…”

  “Have more confidence Des,” Lysandra said while stroking Desdemona’s face. “Goddess, the more I look at you the more gorgeous you become.”

  “L-Lysandra!” Desdemona whined as Lysandra licked her slender neck.

  “What are you two talking about?” Frost asked as the women pressed their bodies against him. “What are you scheming?”

  “Tell him Des,” Lysandra said. “You’ve already waited so long and he keeps bringing home new women. You need to tell him how you feel. You can do it. Don’t think. Just say it.”

  “I-I love you Herald Frost!” Desdemona blurted out. “I love you so much!”

  “I love you too,” Frost chuckled as he leaned down to kiss the nervo
us demoness.

  “If you l-love m-me,” Desdemona’s body trembled as she spoke. “W-would you…I-I can’t Lysandra…I can’t say it…”

  “Say what?” Frost asked while stroking her hair.

  “Oh, Desdemona,” Lysandra said with a heavy sigh. The violet-eyed elf turned to Frost and pushed him onto the bed. “My darling husband, you would do anything for us, wouldn’t you?”

  “Do you want me to do something embarrassing?” Frost asked while eyeing the women suspiciously. “I mean, I’m willing to indulge most kinks but…”

  “It’s nothing like that,” Lysandra said as she and Desdemona began massaging his thighs, working their hands toward his underwear. “Although that is definitely something to keep in mind for later. But you would do anything to make us happy, wouldn’t you? You love us both as much as we love you, don’t you? You would do anything for us, wouldn’t you? You want us to be happy, don’t you?”

  “You know I do,” Frost said as the two women dropped to their knees at the edge of the bed. He looked down at the two well-dressed women, kneeling before him, their eyes glowing like illuminated gemstones as they stared up at him. He could feel his excitement growing as they both grabbed the edges of his underwear and slowly pulled them down, revealing cock. “You’re both so beautiful.”

  “Are we lacking in any way?” Lysandra said, pushing his leg open so she could kiss his inner thigh. “Have we disappointed you in any way?”

  “D-do we s-satisfy you?” Desdemona nervously asked while copying Lysandra’s approach with his other leg. The two women simultaneously licked and kissed his thighs as they both slowly moved closer to his hardening cock.

  “Absolutely,” Frost chuckled as he leaned back slightly, preparing himself to enjoy their tongues on his member. “You’re both perfect.”

  “That makes us so happy to hear,” Lysandra said as she gently pressed her tongue against the base of his cock. The violet-eyed elf slowly ran her silky tongue up his shaft until she reached the tip, then pulled away.