Wild Wastes Omnibus

by Randi Darren

  “Sorry, I wanted to see something. Could you stand up on the table for me?” Vince asked.

  “Ugh. My head is swimming,” Sam said, slowly getting to her feet.

  As she stood there on the table, Vince was surprised. She was only half a foot shy of Leila’s height now.

  “I’m a bit surprised,” Vince said, eying her critically.

  “I am too,” Sam said, looking down at herself. “I knew we Fae would keep growing, but this is… unexpected. Finding clothes has been a hassle.

  “Meliae and Mouth have been kind enough to help me with that.”

  “Huh,” Vince said. Leaning in, he set his hands to her sides.

  Her hips and torso were indeed growing. She wasn’t far off from a very tiny Gnome.

  “Stop it,” Sam said, patting at Vince’s hands. “I bruise easily, and you manhandle me often enough that I look like I’ve been in fights all day.”

  “Sorry, I’ll… try to be more gentle with you,” Vince said, letting her go.

  “Thank you. I’d appreciate that. Now, anything else? Otherwise I’ll head out.”

  Grinning with a strange change of mood, Vince looked at her torso.

  “Just a thought, but you could always go without clothes? Most Fairies are nude anyways, aren’t they? No one would think anything about it.”

  Sam raised her eyebrows at him, a smirk on her face.

  “You just want to see me nude already, don’t you? Terrible man. Wait till I’m right sized. No reason to ruin the surprise.

  “Besides, you have a Dryad waiting for you under that,” Sam said, indicating Vince’s writing desk. “Go sit down over there and you’ll get taken care of. You can just fantasize about me until I’m big enough.”

  Glancing over there, Vince had a hard time seeing into the gloom. There was only a single light in his tent right now, and it was here at the table.

  None of the lovely furniture he was enjoying would be coming with him either. It was all scavenged from the enemy encampment.

  His night sight was ruined at the moment.

  “When did you get so mouthy?” Vince asked, still grinning at her.

  He’d grown rather fond of banter. Elysia was the best at it though.

  “The very second I realized you wanted to turn me into a wife. To make me bigger, just because you wanted more of me.

  “I have power over you. Power you gave me from that desire.

  “Now, give me a kiss and send me on my way,” Sam said.

  She turned her head sideways and pointed to her cheek.

  Snickering to himself, Vince did as instructed.

  “Good. I’m off. I’ll return with missives as soon as I can,” Sam said. She took Vince’s letter, slipped it into her carrying case, and shot away.

  Looking over to the writing desk, Vince tilted his head to one side.

  When did Blue slip in? Maybe Red got hungry and decided she didn’t want it manually tonight?

  An elegant hand peeked out from the darkness of the desk. Two shining dots appeared behind the hand, one Blue, one Green.

  The finger made a crooking motion, then patted the chair in front of the desk.

  As if it had never been there, the arm slid back into the darkness.

  Fun.

  Grinning, Vince got up and went over to the desk. He sat down, exactly as he’d been instructed to do, and got comfortable.

  He felt Blue pull the chair under the desk, his ankles brushing her slim waist.

  Carefully, the Dryad positioned him exactly as she wanted him. Moving his ankles behind the legs of the chair, adjusting his hips until they were positioned forward and he was right in the middle of the opening.

  She even lowered the chair as far as it would go, putting Vince in a strange position.

  He wasn’t going to argue, though. He imagined this was all for her to work in comfort.

  She’s being rather meticulous tonight.

  Blue moved around under the desk, the sound of cloth rustling audible.

  He felt her hands over his crotch. Her fingers delicately unfastened his trousers and began to work them down over his knees and calves.

  His underwear went immediately after that, leaving only his member standing at full attention. Probably right in front of Blue’s face.

  Closing his eyes, Vince couldn’t help but feel a bit excited.

  He knew he was on campaign. And that people had died today. But he couldn’t help but look forward to Blue’s ministrations.

  She wasn’t as good as Mouth at this, but she was still good nonetheless.

  Fingers gently curled around his shaft and began to slowly move up and down.

  Vince shivered and relaxed into his chair, enjoying the tenderness in the contact. It wasn’t hungry or deliberate—it was intimate.

  Rolling her hand smoothly, Blue stroked his length from head to hilt. Her thumb and forefinger circled his tip as she got to the top.

  Letting out a slow breath, Vince couldn’t deny how badly he wanted this.

  Needed it.

  I mean, you were making a pass at Sam. Clearly Blue worked you up earlier.

  Blue’s other hand began to work, easing his knees apart further. Then she cupped his jewels and began to carefully squeeze and fondle them.

  Expertly, she rolled his balls in her hand, giving just enough pressure to put him on edge, but never enough to hurt him.

  Letting out a soft sigh of pleasure involuntarily, Vince chuckled.

  “Damn that feels nice, Blue. Really nice,” he said.

  As if to show this wasn’t the end of her work, Blue’s wet lips touched the tip of his very hard member.

  Warm and wet, her tongue slithered over his head.

  A soft, hungry-sounding moan floated up from under the desk, making Vince’s skin prickle.

  Damn, she’s so into it.

  Full, soft lips slipped around his tip and began to gently work back and forth. Her tongue squirmed and rolled all over his tip, pushing straight up into it as if to get inside him from there.

  With each pass of her mouth, she took more of him past her lips. Her speed didn’t change though.

  It was controlled.

  In short order, she was rolling her neck fluidly, his entire manhood filling her mouth and throat as she went.

  Constant eager moans sounded out from under the desk as she practically ate him. So deep did she push him, he could actually feel her swallowing his entire head.

  She slurped loudly at him as she pulled her head back, and Vince wasn’t sure if he could hold out any longer.

  The sounds and noises coming from under the desk were as mentally exciting as the physical nature of her work.

  He wanted to release. Desperately so. He wanted to see what Blue would do then.

  Reaching down under the desk with one hand, he curled his fingers into her hair.

  Her only response was to speed up a little bit. Her left hand held to his knee, her right hand smoothly massaging his jewels.

  “I’m about to pop—I want to watch you take it,” Vince said. There was an affirmative moan, and Blue’s mouth started to suck harder on him.

  Getting his feet under him, Vince pushed, easing himself back out from under the desk.

  Except it wasn’t Blue.

  Red’s brightly glowing eyes came into view. Her furry ears popped up from under the desk as she bobbed her head furiously over him.Her full lips were tight to his girth as she moaned loudly around him.

  Hungrily so.

  Blazing red eyes stared up at him, her beautiful face eagerly taking him into her throat.

  Surprised, shocked, and more than past turned on, Vince came roughly.

  Red slammed him down her throat, to the point where he couldn’t see any part of himself.

  Her tongue slithered out, rolling all along the top of his balls and the base of his hilt.

  With every spurt of his seed, Red swallowed audibly. Moaning all the while, as if it were all she wanted.

  A
ll she needed.

  A gulping sound that made Vince never want to stop.

  Her right hand pulled and caressed his nuts, as if she were milking him like a dairy cow.

  Each and every pulse made Red’s eyes flash, glowing as if they were lit from inside.

  Shuddering, Vince kept coming. Unable to turn his eyes away from her devoted and hungry gaze.

  His shaft flared over and over, only for Red to take his seed and devour it all.

  His hand flexed in her hair, holding her there tightly.

  With a final shot and Red’s immediate gulping moan, Vince started to relax.

  Quivering, he let his hands fall to his side and felt boneless.

  Red didn’t pull away, though. She continued to suckle at him, her head bobbing ever so slightly as she did so.

  Finally, she drew back, sucking all the while. His overstimulated self shuddered when she passed the tip.

  Catching him at the midpoint of his length with a hand, Red inspected him seriously. Making a ring of her thumb and forefinger, she stroked him from hilt to tip twice. Then used her tongue to lap once at his head.

  Red looked up to him and smiled, her fangs visible.

  “Red is very pleased with her meal. It was the singular most delicious thing yet. Thank you, Bringer. Red will eat twice a day like this going forward,” she said. Her hand hadn’t gone idle though, and she continued to slowly stroke him.

  “Blue and Mouth have been teaching Red what to do. Red thinks she did very well.

  “Did Red do well, Vince?” she asked. It was out of character for her, but she looked like she wanted compliments all of a sudden.

  Reaching up, Vince began to scratch her ears gently.

  “It was amazing, Red. Simply amazing. I genuinely look forward to you doing that tomorrow morning.”

  Looking to the desk, Vince saw Blue crawling out from underneath.

  Her eyes were extremely bright. Practically beaming.

  “My turn, husband,” Blue said, her voice tight. “There will be no arguments.”

  Damn. That must have shamed her a lot.

  Been a while since one of them forced it on me though. A month at least.

  “Sure. And when we’re done, Red can see what she can get out of you for dessert,” Vince said with a smirk.

  “Red likes this idea,” said the Beastkin, her hand still working him over. Then she leaned over and gave him a leisurely lick. “Get to work.”

  ***

  “You have a wife named Eva, Uncle?” Eva asked.

  “I do indeed. She’s a Wood Elf. Very kind woman, though she’s a bit of a sneak thief,” Vince said as they rode along the road to the east.

  “A Wood Elf,” she said. “We have all the same races on my world, but their population density seems much less there than here.

  “A lot more interspecies breeding at home as well.”

  “That was the problem here, from my understanding. Entire city-sized populations of non-human races appeared and immediately fanned out in every direction. A good portion of the middle of this country wasn’t very populated to begin with.”

  “Ah… in other words, it was split in two and overrun,” Eva summed up.

  “Pretty much. It was also right as a human war was getting out of hand on another continent. Much of the army wasn’t even here.

  “Everything was lost. Quickly.”

  “Hm. Our own world had a similar incident. Other races simply appearing. But it doesn’t seem if as many did. Now it’s mostly a shared type of existence.”

  “Feels odd to hear you say that. The races here enslave one another. It’s every race for itself,” Vince said.

  “That’s because you all reinforce that belief by not caring for one another, Uncle.”

  Vince snorted at that.

  “Your father tell you you’re a goodie-goodie?”

  “Often.”

  “He’s not wrong. You’re a goodie-goodie. A meddler. You’re the type of person that inspires stories, then gets killed when her morals come into conflict with someone without them.”

  “Like you?” she asked archly.

  “I have few morals for those not in my ‘clan,’ so to speak. It’s a good thing you’re my niece. I’d pull the eyes out of any creature who looked at you crossly and eat them.”

  “Eat them…?” she asked, her voice squeaking.

  “Well. Depends on the race. Orc is pretty tough. Elf can be rather tender. Dragon is a lot stringier than you would think. That or it’s just their hearts?”

  Eva shook her head, her face turning a pale green.

  “That’s almost as bad as power sausage.”

  “Sausage? No. You just pull off a limb and throw it over a fire. Roast it for a bit and eat. That or dry it, but that takes longer.”

  “Maybe it’s worse than power sausage.”

  “You really—”

  “ENV-03, contact,” came a voice on Steve’s radio.

  Pulling his radio up, Steve clicked the button on the side.

  “This is ENV-02, report.”

  “Fortification surrounded by enemies ahead. Looks like a siege.”

  “Copy, hold,” Steve said, then looked to Vince.

  “Probably one of the king’s forts. We’ll just go around it. We can ignore it and let them have it out with each other,” Vince said with a shrug of his shoulders.

  “Wait, Steve,” Eva said, before Steve could relay the orders. “Uncle, this is what I was talking about.

  “Why not move to assist them? To help them? We could easily attack them and help out.”

  “With what we have? Are you kidding? It doesn’t even matter if there’s only a hundred or so of them; it puts us at risk.

  “No, there’s no reason to help them,” Vince said, shaking his head.

  “Uncle, I think we have to help them. It’d be good for us, too. Wouldn’t it be nice to have them owe us a favor? They could help escort us further into human territory.

  “Weren’t you just saying the other day it bothered you to do so? To move without knowing the situation?”

  Vince frowned, chewing at his lip.

  Caroline cleared her throat.

  “Noble husband, I agree with your niece. I think this would be a good opportunity. In the past, my clan found that simply having a chat with our neighbors to the east was enough to prevent bloodletting,” said the Snow Elf.

  Sighing, Vince pressed a hand to his forehead.

  “You’re all a bunch of soft-headed fools who will get us killed.

  “We have no reason to do this. None. They’re not our people, they have no allegiance to us, and we—”

  “Can help them,” Eva said, interrupting him. “What if it were reversed? What if it were one of your wives and her men holed up, and the emperor’s men were there?”

  Vince clenched his hands and lowered his head.

  What if it were, indeed? What if it were Petra, displaced from her people and holed up for safety?

  “Fine,” Vince said, sighing. “Fine. Let’s… intervene. I’m no general, though. What do you recommend, Steve?”

  The man smiled at Vince.

  “Oh, nothing too complicated,” Steve said. “A firing line of Wardens getting everyone together and firing at them till they attack us. Then we just run away firing backward.

  “I may be a goodie-goodie, but that doesn’t mean I’m an idiot.”

  Chapter 16

  Steve had the Wardens commit to a firing line while the rest of Vince’s small band stayed holed up out of sight.

  Pitched off to one side, they had a clear view of everything going on around the fortification.

  It was clearly a check point that led into the Wastes. It’d be a stopping point for Rangers, merchants, and travelers alike.

  The walls were high, defended, and reinforced.

  This gave the impression it had been built for this very situation.

  Tri-lliance soldiers were all around it. Siege towers, ladders, catapults,
ballistas, and other machines Vince couldn’t identify were all arrayed in a haphazard fashion.

  “They’re broken,” Steve said, surveying the scene. “It would seem that fort has some defenses of their own. I was wondering about all this… really. If they’ve been here since the get go, this place has been under siege for quite a while.”

  Vince could only nod at that. He didn’t have a head for grand battle strategy.

  “A mage, maybe? The East was always more lenient with things that weren’t ‘pure,’ whether humanoid or human,” Vince said.

  Blue laid a hand behind Vince’s waist and slid in closer next to him.

  “My mother was from the East. Dryads can be kept as household spirits since they’re more or less eternal. It’s a mark of distinction.”

  “Uh huh. And do the Dryads get a say in it?” Vince asked.

  “Yes… and no. The contract they sign stays for many generations, locking them in. But they do receive a number of benefits,” Blue explained.

  “They’re about to engage,” Steve said.

  “How can you tell?” Red asked. “They have stood there unmoving for a while.”

  “Timer,” Steve said, holding up his wrist. A numbered display ticked down on what looked like a watch.

  It had only two seconds left.

  When it hit zero, the Wardens opened fire on the enemy soldiers.

  The bright plasma bursts were gone—replaced with what looked like normal ammunition, except there was no ignition.

  “Hardened magnetized rods. Felicia made cannisters we just dump dirt, water, or whatever we can into. It converts it into those and spews them out. Works with the weapon since it’s primarily a rail-gun. The plasma cannon is secondary.

  “Great for soft targets,” Steve explained. “Just not so efficient, since to reload you have to put more material in.”

  Lizardmen, Tri-lliance soldiers, and everything on the front line seemed to crumple or fall in on themselves.

  To Vince it looked like they were dropping dead instantly.

  It must have only been ten seconds of uninterrupted fire, but it felt like it went on forever.

  Then the Wardens’ rifles went silent. They were all removing big, boxy cannisters from their rifles and replacing them with new ones.

  “Huh, they’re not even moving? That’ll give Julia another salvo entirely,” Steve said.