by Prax Venter
He looked down at Ahnix in his lap, and she was looking at her own wrist. They simultaneously touched their arms together and saw they had matching tattoos.
Roo leaned in, alined her white, fabric arm next to theirs and displayed the exact same symbol. Vale moved up to loom over them and tapped the gem in her circlet, retracting her armor. She bent over and added her arm to the group. All four of them were now branded with the same marking.
Mark looked around and noticed that the Crystal Heart piece had vanished. He also had a raging hard-on from the sheer amount of essence he absorbed. He was full to bursting.
Ahnix noticed too, as it was poking into her side. She shifted a little, lowered her head and gave him one, long kiss on the top of his throbbing cock, through his silk pants.
“Mission complete?” Roo said, laughing behind them.
Ahnix got up off of Mark and dusted herself off. “Looks that way.”
Vale rushed over to Ahnix, her heavy tits swaying, wrapped in bands of cloth. She encircled the cat-girl with her arms and pulled her close.
Ahnix's tail started to jump around at the rough treatment, but quickly settled into a droop and returned the embrace.
“Thank you,” Vale said, her voice low.
Mark got up too, looked around and tried to forget the enormous erection in his pants. This wasn't the place for a round of essence transfers. The floor was littered with rubble and slime, along with various pieces of armor, weapons, and shields.
Along the vine-covered back wall were racks of swords and shelves for storage. He looked around among the objects on the floor and wondered if any of this would be useful to them. Most were of the metal plate variety, but Vale was the only one who could wear it. And she was set for armor. He was about to give up when a row of ornate, stone chests along the wall caught his eye.
They were covered in vines, but he was able to break them easily enough with a little force. He lifted one stone lid and saw another set of plate mail armor. It was huge, made for the Georath and of no use to them.
“What are you doing?” Vale asked, moving up behind him, her mystical armor back in place.
He turned to face her and saw Ahnix using her claws uncover another chest.
“Looting?” he said, looking up into her large, violet eyes.
“I thought we were helping the Georath get their home back. Not stealing from them.”
Roo tossed an oversized gauntlet she was inspecting back onto the ground with a clatter.
“It's been hundreds of years,” the velvet-girl started, “they probably forgot all about this stuff. Most of it is trash anyway.”
“Not all of it. Come look at this.” Ahnix was looking down into the chest she opened. They all moved over to the short cat-girl and inspected the contents of the chest.
“Ooo,” Mark said. “Is this for me?”
He reached down into the chest and pulled out a black shirt with a white, flared collar that opened up halfway down the front. He couldn't tell what material it was, but it was smooth and firm. It looked sharp, in a fashionable sort of way. He peeked in the chest and saw a matching pair of black pants.
“Try it on,” Ahnix said, looking him over.
He handed the shirt to Roo while he pulled his old, starting vest off. He felt all of his girls' sex drives ratchet up slightly when his tanned and adequately muscled chest became exposed.
He flashed them a winning smile and took the new long-sleeve shirt back from Roo. He slipped the shirt over his head and wasn't surprised at all that it fit perfectly. It was more form-fitting than his silk vest, and he felt pretty good wearing it.
“Looks nice,” Roo said, taking a step closer. She rubbed her soft hand over the material as it hugged his chest. “Mmm, very nice.”
“Now, off with your pants,” Ahnix commanded.
“Of course, your grace,” Mark said, bowing and then undoing his belt and pulling down his pants while he was down there. He fished out the iron heart that Roo had made and held it with two fingers, then brought up his balled-up, silk pants and tossed them up to Vale. He stepped out of his boots, bent down into the chest, recovered the sheer black pants and slipped them on as well.
They were tighter than his silk pants, and a little stretchy around the crotch area, forcing his package to make a bulge. They ended mid-shin, and would just reach the tops of his black boots. Despite how tight-fitting the pants were, they were easy to get on, and it didn't feel like his movement was restricted.
Mark looked up when he felt the raw, erotic heat radiating from his Enthralled.
“Okay,” Vale sighed. “They do look pretty good on him.”
“Just look at that tight booty...” Roo said, peeking at his behind.
Ahnix crossed her arms and gave him a rare half smile. “Want to know what they do?”
Mark's eyebrows shot to the top of his head. “They do something?”
Ahnix's large eyes wandered down to the bulge in his crotch, she locked them there, and it made him feel like she was addressing his penis directly.
“First, you now have fifty percent magic protection.” Her black pupils bounced back and forth, and he realized she must be reading something he couldn't see.
“Second, it looks like you can breathe underwater- more accurately, you no longer need air to breathe.” Ahnix's beautiful eyes popped back up to his, and he felt a shudder of pleasure run through his spine from her intense gaze alone. “I know exactly how I want to test this.”
Mark had a pretty good idea it would involve getting lost in her delicious nether regions, and he was all for it. He slipped Roo's heart back into his pants and caught a glimpse of his new empty heart tattoo on the inside of his wrist. By the looks of the filled in part, they only had two more to go.
“Let's go home.” He said, looking around at his girls.
Roo handed his shirt to Vale who set to folding it neatly as she had done with his pants. The velvet girl then summoned the door to her home dimension, and they all walked through.
The moment they all crossed the threshold, the door disappeared, and Roo turned to face Mark.
“Enhance me. I want to get this gold bar thing started right away.”
Vale hung Mark's starting gear up in their storage area, and Ahnix just leaned up against a wall to watch. Mark nodded and took Roo by her soft shoulders. He looked deep into her black eyes and noticed her full, red lips curl into a smile. She was super excited about this. He wanted her to be happy, and he thought of all the badass gear they would be able to purchase- if it worked.
He tried to single out her Metalmancy path, harnessed their swelling excitement, and started pumping her full of power.
Roo's white, velvet hands began to glow, and she held them out from her body as she tilted her head back in ecstasy. Her mouth fell open, and she closed her eyes as her body became awash in warm, tingling pleasure.
Mark let go of her shoulders, and she opened her pure black eyes again. Holding out her palm, she concentrated, and after a few seconds, a solid gold ingot emerged from her hand.
She clenched it in her fist and punched the air with it. “Whoo! Infinite money, infinite shopping!”
Mark smiled back at his velvet-girl. This would be a turning point in their lives. They all excitedly talked for the next few minutes about how they would spend their endless gold. Gear upgrades for everyone were top of the list, but they each voiced individual wishes.
Mark wanted his own airship, Vale wanted to make a sizable donation to her people's war effort, Ahnix suggested a massive pyramid be built to officially claim her new lands, and Roo just wanted racks and racks of clothes.
As they were talking, Mark noticed that the bar in Roo's hand didn't quite look gold anymore and thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. He stepped up to her and slowly grabbed her wrist. When she held it up and opened her palm, everyone saw that she now held a dull, iron ingot.
“What...” Roo began.
“Oh no,” Vale said, “Is there
a time limit?”
Ahnix's eyebrows lowered over her eyes. “Did you read the skill, Roo?”
Roo bit her lip and looked off into the distance, over Mark's shoulder. He saw her puffy lips move slightly as she processed the information about her ability.
“I'm at Metalmancy level two now. And it looks like Mark got me to level three, where I can make new metals... lasting for five minutes before reverting to iron. It's not till level five before it's permanent.”
“I'm sorry, Roo,” Vale said, putting her hand on her fabric shoulder.
“Sorry for what?” Roo said. “We can still make another one and trade it quickly. If we get out of there fast enough, we could switch it for real coins before they noticed!” The wicked smile was back on her full lips, and Mark was a little taken aback by the suggestion.
Vale immediately pulled her hand off of Roo's shoulder.
“No,” the giant naga said, backing up. “I could be convinced to charm the Georath into letting us help them. I could be convinced to abide by a little looting of long-forgotten gear as payment for a dangerous job. But we are not going to start outright stealing from people.”
Vale looked at Mark, her violet eyes growing narrow. “We are the Saviors.”
Ahnix said nothing, watching Mark with her impassive frown.
He watched as Roo's smile began to fade, and it pained him to feel her heartbreak in slow motion.
“Yeah,” he began. “I kinda agree with Vale. We don't want to start making a bad name for ourselves.”
“I know...” The drooping velvet-girl said. “I just got carried away. I wanted to... doesn't matter.” She tossed the iron bar onto one of the storage tables and folded her soft arms over the leather corset covering her stomach, looking at the floor.
Ahnix walked over to her. “How about you show Mark and Vale the new additions now?”
She looked up and gave the cat-girl a weak smile. “Yeah, sure. Follow me.”
They all followed Roo a short distance to a solid wall that was to the left of their pantry but before the giant bed that made up half of the main room.
She held out a hand, and a section of wall slid into the floor, revealing a long hallway that he had never seen before. She moved inside and stopped to face them after her long legs made a few steps. She gestured to the door to Mark's right.
“Training room. Take a peek.”
Mark smiled and pushed open the door. Inside was an expansive, open space made of stone. In one of the corners was an array of practice dummies, and in another were archery targets. Torches lined the walls, bathing the whole area in bright illumination.
Vale slid past Mark and into the new training room, weaving around in the open space.
“It's wonderful, Roo!” she said, a huge grin on her chiseled, elfish face.
“Thanks,” Roo said, “but that's not all. If you'll all follow me.”
She led them to the end of the hall. There was a door on either side of where she stood. She pointed to the door on the right again.
“I've been working hard on this one. Mark, why don't you go first?”
A smirk flashed on his face; he loved surprises. He knew she was working on a trophy room, but what he saw blew his mind.
It was one long hallway with creatures standing on platforms along the left wall. He walked in, and his eyes took in every intricate detail of the first painted statue. It was a giant, white she-wolf. The one they had fought for Mistress Ralie to get the fragment of the fallen star. It was technically Roo's first memory. The statue wasn't to scale, only about eight feet instead of ten, but the attention to detail was frightening.
He looked down the line to the next display and moved over to get a closer look. It was a scale model of Sizor's Pit with half of the stadium missing. Filling a large portion of the dusty arena floor was an elaborately detailed red dragon and four miniature figures of Mark and his Enthralled, standing in a line before it.
“Roo...” Mark started. “This is incredible. The paint- these colors. I'm speechless.”
He looked over and saw Vale with one of her hands on her chest as she gazed at Roo's artwork. The velvet girl behind her dug her toe into the ground, bashfully.
“Thanks, Mark.”
He moved down the line to the next statue and came face to face with Sizor himself. She recreated the imposing, heavily armored centaur. Again, the detail was mesmerizing. It was like he was alive, his shadowed eyes staring down at Mark.
There was an empty platform next, and he wondered what she was going to put there. He got his answer when a warped glass cube slowly rose out of the platform. He turned to Roo who had her hand held out and her lip held between her teeth as she concentrated. A lock of her lilac hair was over one of her eyes as she bent her will into forming the last major enemy they encountered. Her white mask made up a good portion of her face, but she was undeniably beautiful.
He pulled his eyes away from her and watched as a few metal shields and a red crystal formed in its center. Mark's mind slipped off its track for a moment when he realized she had skipped the vile, tentacled shark-woman in the sea cave. He was glad she did, not wanting to be reminded of that ever again.
Roo put her hand down, her creation not entirely finished.
“I'll add more as we go,” she said, still looking sad. “I'll finish this later, come see the last room.”
They all followed Roo out into the hallway again where she opened the other door. It was a smaller, cozy room with a bed and a few racks for clothing.
“It's a private room.” She said, looking at the bed. “I figure we might want to- you know, have little, intimate essence transfer sessions now and then.”
Mark stepped into the private bedroom with Roo, and slid his fingers between her, soft fabric ones. She turned her black eyes on his, and he felt a lingering sadness spilling out of her.
“Roo and I need some time alone, please,” Mark said, keeping his eyes on her.
“Come on,” Ahnix said from the hallway, “let's go get some training in before we look for the next piece. Loser tongues the winner's butt hole.”
“Uh...” he heard the naga respond before the door was pulled closed.
Mark brought her soft, velvet hand up to his lips and gently kissed the back as he reached into his pocket.
He grabbed the iron heart she had made for him and placed it between their clasped hands.
“Roo, please don't worry about the gold. You are more valuable as you are than a million gold bars.”
Her puffy lips curved into a sad smile. “Yeah, I am pretty great. It just still stings- how Vale said, 'we're the saviors.' She is right, of course. I guess I feel a little ashamed. I was just so excited...”
“You've got nothing to be ashamed about. It was only words. Actions speak louder than words. Here, let me show you.”
He leaned in close and pressed his lips into her lush velvet mouth. He moved slowly, pecking at her lips and soft cheeks. He was getting some strong emotions from the somber fabric-girl and knew what he needed to do for her.
He carefully undid the buckles on her corset one at a time until it was loose enough to pull over her head. Then, Mark put his hand on her bare shoulder and backed her up to the bed, gently forcing her to sit, then took her leather top and skirt over to the rack. There he hung up her outfit and placed her heart on a shelf. He pulled off his new clothes as she watched from the bed, her black eyes exploring his toned body.
After he was fully nude, he got on his knees and pulled her thigh-high boots off with slow, deliberate movements. He could feel the special attention began to affect her mood. She was relaxing, and he was determined to see how deep he could take her.
Mark removed his boots and placed them by the rack, under her corset. He walked back over to the naked Roo, sitting on the bed watching him with her head tilted slightly to one side. She was absolutely stunning. He walked past her and climbed up onto the bed, putting his back up against the blue, cushion headboard.
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bsp; “Come over here and lay across me,” Mark said quietly.
Roo spun around and crawled up to where he was sitting. She went to his right, turned again and crawled her soft, fabric body across his soft penis, ending up with her crotch over his lap and her tight, little ass right in front of him.
Just like he knew Vale wanted a hard, deep tissue rub, he knew Roo craved a lighter touch. She was light herself. With her weight pressing down on his legs, she weighed about half of what it seemed like she should.
Mark placed his right hand on the back of her thigh and the other on her back. He just left the one on her back still, his hand warming her fabric skin, and with his other hand he lightly grazed it over the backs of her legs.
He moved his hand right up to her ass and, as lightly as he could, rubbed over the sharp curves of her body.
He could feel her starting to melt in his lap, and she put her head on her arms. Quiet, “Mmm,” noises began to come from her as he slowly and lightly caressed her back, butt and legs.
Mark slid his hand down her thigh, her calf and then down to her feet where he pulled them up, bending them at the knee, and began to lightly brush the tips of his fingers on the bottoms of her feet.
She was really enjoying the slow, light massage and, through their bond, he could feel a muted version of the intense tingling sensation she was experiencing. He reached out with his healing ability, just a trickle, and began to focus on that gentle bliss his fingers created on her fabric skin.
Mark played her back like an expert pianist, lightly sliding the tips of his fingers from her neck down to her toes, and sprinkling a light dusting of ecstasy as he went.
Her light humming turned into whimpers and moans as he melted her body.
After about thirty minutes, he realized he was healing so slowly he could probably keep it up for another thirty.
“Roo, please flip over.”
She got up on her hands and knees and released the stiff erection that was pressing into her abdomen. She looked over at him, her black eyes glassy and her lilac hair covering half of her face.
She gave him the slightest of smiles as she turned over and placed her firm, soft ass down on his dick, smashing it into the bed.