“Is that true?” Doku wondered as she stopped moving. Looking around she saw the women and children near the fires dancing in systematic rhythm, their movements slowly becoming more noticeable to the harpy as they appeared very familiar upon closer examination. The way they moved their arms was nearly identical to how harpies sway their wings in the air, the motions of their feet were reminiscent to how the holy birds hopped atop theirs, and the exuberant shouts made by the people sounded so similar to how the harpies cawed in celebration. It soon became clear to Doku; the elves were dancing just like her sisters did back at Red Peak.
“Incredible,” Doku softly marveled. “No wonder it feels so much like being home again. The way we rejoice is one and the same.”
“Boobies?” Pip exclaimed as she popped up between Doku’s breasts. “What’s wrong, boobies? Why did you stop bouncing? Are you okay? Is something the matter? Speak to me!”
“Oh, sorry, Pip,” Doku said down to the anxious little fairy. “I was just realizing something about the elves that I was unaware of before.”
“What’s that?” Pip asked.
“Apparently our races are closer than I first realized,” Doku remarked as she admired the familiar setting of women and children rejoicing in firelight. She giggled before resuming her uplifting dance with the elves, feeling closer to them now as she felt renewed spirit among her fellow sisters. Pip of course laughed and waved her arms excitedly as Doku’s breasts bounced heavily all around her, the tiny fairy cheering in bliss as she was slowly swallowed up by the fluffy mounds. In her enthusiasm Doku let loose a powerful screech, her normally shy demeanor now being overpowered by a sense of pride and joy building within her, something the elves quickly responded to with cries of their own as they all danced in the firelight together. It was indeed a time for celebration and merriment for all, and that didn’t mean only dancing in the ways of their revered ancestors.
“This is the best night of my life,” Rolian wearily laughed as she poured her rum into wooden cups held towards her. The arachne of course spilled more than which she filled the drinks with, but that didn’t matter too much as her jug never ceased to have more of the frothy beverage inside.
“I’m so happy right now,” Rolian squealed with a flushed face and a hiccup. “So many nice people around me, this is the greatest. It would only be better if Kroanette was here right now. I really want to see her again. That would make the night complete for me.”
“She was the one who led you to Lord Daniel Sorres, wasn’t she?” an elf asked.
“She was. I wouldn’t have found him if it wasn’t for her. And if I never found him, I never would have been able to warn him you were all in danger. And if I never warned him you were all in danger, I never would have become his maid and found a new home with so many new friends.”
“Sounds like she was as much our savior as the rest of you,” an elven woman reasoned. “From what we’ve heard, she’s a noble soul just like all of you are.”
“I’ll drink to that,” an elf proposed, lifting her cup. “To Kroanette!”
“To Kroanette!” the many elves around them cheered as they lifted theirs, along with another who’s hand was having trouble keeping steady.
“To Kroanette!” Specca agreed, the nixie showing signs of being slightly intoxicated as she was experiencing trouble seeing straight, her balance was wobbling atop the log she sat on, her face was flushed, and her speech was growing increasingly uneven. The group downed their drinks and exhaled in delight, with Specca hiccupping before dropping against an elven woman beside her.
“You okay, girl?” the elf laughed as Specca tried to hold herself upright.
“Oh I’m fine,” Specca slurred shaking her head and empty cup. She apparently needed to pull her glasses down to peer at it to realize it was empty before she held it out towards Rolian who happily poured her some more. “Never better. Don’t worry about me, I’m- I’m- I’m good. I don’t usually drink this much… or at all… or ever… but… I’m here now! And this is a time for celebrajun! So let’s celebrade!”
She tried to take a swig of her drink but missed horribly, with her spinning vision tricking her into thinking her head was on her left shoulder. Instead, only her drink now was as she poured it onto herself with another hiccup. The elves around laughed as the one beside the nixie had to hold the girl upright again.
“Yeah, you’re just fine alright.”
“I remember my first drink,” another mentioned before chugging hers.
“Hey, I don’t blame her. The spider has some pretty good shit here.”
“Her shit’s the best!” Specca bluntly agreed before covering her mouth with a squeak. She sniggered awkwardly as everyone continued laughing at her, the nixie waving her hand to try to stop both herself and everyone else before she burped loudly.
“Oh no,” she murmured as she had to use great willpower to keep herself steady. “This isn’t like me at all, I’m so sorry. What’s become of me? I’ve never acted this way before. I think- I think I’ve had too much to drink.”
“You’ve only had three go’s of her brew so far,” an elf commented with a smirk.
“Oh… then I should be okay for another,” Specca remarked with a tipsy smile. “If- if- if that would be okay with you, Rolian.”
“Of course, Specca,” Rolian giggled as she poured her more. “There’s plenty to go around. Juggy has enough for everyone.”
“Juggy?” an elf asked. “Who’s Juggy?”
“Her jug,” Specca told her, trying to whisper but instead speaking a little louder than usual. “It’s her best friend. And I can now see why that is so. I want to be her friend too. I- I- I do.”
“Wow, okay then,” another elf said with a puzzled smile. “That’s a bit… unusual, but whatever makes her happy. I’m not going to judge.”
“Hey, I want to be that jug’s best friend too,” another laughed as she drank up. “If that means it will keep giving me more of this crisp mead, I’ll fucking give my body to that thing. Haha!”
“Sorry, but Juggy’s my best friend,” Rolian happily cooed as she held the jug close. “Well, Kroanette’s my best friend as well. But Juggy was my best friend first. Nobody can replace Juggy in my heart. But I’ll still share with Kroanette because I really like her too.”
The arachne giggled anxiously as she got excited from the thought of her dear centaur before chugging away from her jug, with everyone watching in awe as the woman was gulping down copious amounts of the beverage while Juggy refused to never empty itself. After she drank enough to make a normal person pass out on the spot she breathed out with a blissful exhale before laughing and coddling her jug with a few eyes rolling about in her head.
“Oh, Juggy, I love you,” Rolian moaned in delight. She nuzzled the flagon dearly before noticing everyone staring at her, to which she held the jug out to them with a cheerful smile. “Anyone want more? There’s plenty to go around.”
Everyone held their cups out, watching as the arachne refilled their drinks before she again started drinking profusely in front of them.
“Holy fuck,” an elf remarked. “Now that’s a professional drinker.”
“Never knew arachne could be like this. Especially after seeing them up close before.”
“She is definitely a unique case,” an elf reasoned with a shrug. “Still, as strange as this is, I have to admit that jug is fucking amazing.”
“Can’t argue with that.”
“To Juggy,” an elf proposed, holding up her drink.
“To Juggy!” everyone agreed, holding up theirs before they all drank the delicious brew. Specca managed to drink hers before she dropped back off the log with a thump. The nixie lay sprawled on the grass in a blissful state, half-conscious of the party going on around her as the night sky above was spinning around in her eyes. Everyone laughed as the nixie’s foot kicked slightly in the air, the elven women and their arachne friend enjoying the night with their tasty mead and good company.
> While Specca was reeling from the few drinks she had with her friends and Rolian was easily making new friends with her abundance of delicious rum, sitting around another campfire were more of the elven women and children along with their revered hero of the night. Daniel was seated on a log with Sheal beside him along with the elves, while next to them on the edge of the seat was Felucia who was mostly keeping to herself with crossed arms and a dull scowl aimed down at the ground. On the ground next to Daniel and between an elven ranger were his shield and sword, both resting against the log and glinting in the firelight while a few children were gathered near it and looking over the armaments in wonder. Well, those, and also what was behind them in the fire that everyone else was watching.
The burning logs of the fire rested on barren dirt before everyone, with flames swirling up from them while smoke and cinders danced through the air overhead. However the flames were moving about much more enthusiastically and also in rhythm, with the fire flowing upward like water around a witch who was merrily dancing inside them. Through the rising flames and wisps of smoke the crowd could see Alyssa twirling gracefully within, the witch using her arm and hip movements to swirl and curve the fires around her. Her staff was sticking upright in the dirt next to the fire, the flickering lights gleaming off the bleached skull ornament while its owner performed a very unique display for everyone, or rather mostly for her mate who she kept glancing to as she moved about. Although she moved with grace and poise, her eyes showed Daniel that another sweltering fire inside the witch was growing for him all the while, with a familiar coy smile on her face that displayed similar thoughts towards her man.
“That is simply incredible,” an elf marveled. “And I always thought witches were weak against fire.”
“Alyssa is no ordinary witch,” Daniel remarked, smiling calmly at his mate while catching her obvious attempts to flash her dark panties at him during her dance. “She is the renowned Wildfire Witch. Fire isn’t her weakness, it’s her strength.”
“I’ve heard of her before,” Sheal commented. “The infamous Wildfire Witch. They say she wiped out a whole forest of witches in a single blow with her fiery might. She’s quite revered amongst the salamander women of the eastern wastelands.”
“There was an accident when she was younger,” Daniel had to admit. “She never meant to harm her fellow witches; she only tried to help them. Unfortunately, that incident branded her as an outcast among most of her kind. But she’s gotten better with her magic and control, and she’s here with us to help fight for a better future for all and prove she isn’t a wicked witch like many believe her to be.”
“So that’s how she was able to use a fire spell to transport all of us from Green Haven,” an elven ranger mused. “I’ve been baffled by how she did such a thing all this time. I even questioned if she was a witch at all.”
“No other witch could have accomplished what she did that night,” Daniel praised, an amused smile coming across him as he saw Alyssa being a bit bolder with her movements as she was certainly arching her back and flaunting her rear towards Daniel in a more noticeable manner. “Alyssa is a very special witch in this world, one that I’m blessed to be with. She not only can use fire as a weapon, but she grows stronger the more she’s in contact with it. She’s truly a remarkable spellcaster. Give her a flame and she can make the impossible possible.”
“That is so cool,” an elven child spoke in awe, herself and others watching Alyssa dancing in the fire as if there was none at all around her.
“So how come her clothes don’t burn off?” another asked Daniel with a curious look. “Why isn’t she naked right now?”
“That… is something I don’t know,” Daniel admitted with a weak smile. “Um, Alyssa? Care to answer that?”
“My clothes are woven with cinderthread and emberglaze,” Alyssa spoke up, fancifully taking off her hat to bow to the group before she popped it back on with an arrogant smirk. “My family line never wanted the title of Shameless Witches after all. We use cinderthread along with emberglaze to weave our clothing. The thread is fire-resistant and the glaze helps its durability last longer. My staff over there is enchanted to be fire-resistant too, sort of a requirement when your spells involve channeling fiery energy.”
“Isn’t cinderthread extremely hard to come by?” an elven woman asked.
“Yeah, hence why I only have a few outfits,” Alyssa agreed as she looked over her clothes. “I can’t exactly go clothes shopping for more and expect them to remain in one piece on me.”
“Well I think you look cute in those,” Daniel remarked, earning a bright smile from Alyssa as she hopped out of the fire. “Red is certainly your color.”
“Hee hee, I’m glad you like them, Daniel,” Alyssa sweetly replied while summoning her staff into hand. “Do you happen to like everything I’m wearing right now?”
“I know what you’re referring to,” Daniel smirked. “And, to answer that, yes, I do. It looks very good on you, as always.”
Alyssa showed a hungry smile towards Daniel from hearing that, her hips quivering as she used noticeable restraint to keep herself from lunging at him. Seeing the fire in her eyes still burning brightly Daniel also felt her star in his mind blistering with radiant energy.
‘Hopefully the others return soon with good news. I think it’s safe to say my mates have waited long enough for some quality time with their man. Alyssa looks ready to burst into flames of passion at any moment already.’
“Um,” Sheal worried as she looked over her outfit. “I don’t suppose this is made of cinderthread too, is it?”
“What are you, nuts?” Alyssa smirked. “I didn’t have nearly that much to spare to make you a dress with. I keep what little I have left to fix my own clothes if they tear.”
“So how is it mine aren’t burning away?” Sheal wondered. “My scales radiate heat, only tough leather has been strong enough to dress myself with before.”
“Emberglaze is easier to come by, so I used some on the fabric,” Alyssa explained stepping closer. “And it does offer some resistance to heat as well. Your clothes aren’t fireproof, but they shouldn’t melt off your body just because you’re a salamander woman.”
“I see,” Sheal softly said, her fiery eyes admiring the outfit she now wore while becoming lost in thought.
“Sheal?” Daniel wondered, causing the woman to hop with a startle. “Is something the matter?”
“No, not at all!” Sheal quickly insisted shaking her head. “It’s just… I’ve never been able to wear anything much except burnt leatherskins and charred animal hides. I did have my scarf that I took as good of care of as I could, though even with that I couldn’t help but burn it slowly over time. This is the first instance where I’ve been able to wear a pretty dress like this. I… I’m just thankful is all.”
“I suppose that’s true,” Daniel mused. “Your natural body heat must make wearing clothes a bit of a challenge. I’m glad to see you’re enjoying Alyssa’s gift. It looks nice on you too.”
Sheal froze while staring at Daniel with wide eyes, her cheeks taking on a noticeable blush while a faint wisp of smoke came from her mouth. Everyone saw the salamander being stunned from his words while a sizzling sound began to be heard, with smoke now coming up from under the woman’s skirt.
“What’s that sound?” a child asked.
“Looks like her ass is on fire,” an elf said, with Sheal jumping to her feet with a yelp and quickly backing away. Where she had been sitting were scorch marks left behind by her rear, with everyone staring at the shapely burns in surprise before seeing Sheal slowly looking back behind her and lifting up her skirt.
“Oh dear,” she feared.
“Sheal?” Daniel asked. “Are you okay?”
Sheal looked to him with a shaky whimper, right before what was left of her panties, that being the fabric that went around her hips, dropped to the ground around her feet, scorched and smoking ends being easily seen by all.
“The ember
glaze wasn’t enough for my underwear,” Sheal raspingly mourned.
“My man gives you a single compliment and your panties are set aflame?” Alyssa asked in disbelief. “How do salamander women even mate with men without killing them with your blazing butts?”
“Having lots of water nearby helps,” Sheal sniveled before holding her hands over her face in humiliation. “I am so sorry, master, I didn’t mean to. I truly didn’t mean to-”
“It’s alright, Sheal,” Daniel interrupted holding out his hand. “It’s nothing for you to be embarrassed about. I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume salamander women don’t normally wear underwear for this reason, do they?”
“No. But the panties that went with the outfit looked so cute, I wanted to try them on.”
“Well… they’re toast now,” Alyssa mentioned as she saw the small amount of fabric left that survived Sheal’s burning excitement. “Though this just raises more questions on how your kind mates with men.”
“We can only mate with men in rivers or mud holes,” Sheal said looking down and away in shame. “It’s the only way to cool our thighs enough during the act so as not to kill the man in the process. But it only works for our vaginas. The insides of our anuses and mouths can never be cooled enough to a safe temperature for a man to enter.”
“So…” an elf slowly spoke up. “You can’t blow a man or have him fuck you in the ass without castrating him?”
“That’s right,” Sheal admitted with a nod. “We don’t know what that’s like to do and we never will. If there isn’t any water nearby or any way of cooling ourselves down, we can’t even mate with a man without killing them. Such is our curse I’m afraid.”
“That’s fucking harsh,” an elven ranger commented.
“A very difficult circumstance to overcome,” Daniel agreed. “But not one that is insurmountable. There are ways for you to breed, and I’m sure more convenient methods can be devised to allow your kind to more easily make love to their mates. You can still have a bright future, one where mankind considers you as valued allies and treats you with respect.”
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