Enthralled: Book 1: The Crystal Heart

by Prax Venter

  Vale's muscular stomach tightened as she felt waves of pleasure move through her body like electricity, emanating from her nipple. Roo got into it too and started to use her wet velvet tongue on Vale's other nipple. Both were also tugging and twisting her nipple rings while they went to work.

  Mark lifted the leather apron that served to protect her huge pussy and saw that she was already sopping wet.

  "Which one feels better, left or right?" Mark asked, teasing.

  "Wha- I... Mmnn. That's not fair," was all she could say.

  "Well, let's make it a three-way contest. Who can give Vale the most pleasure?” Mark said, spreading her abundant pussy folds out of the way and sliding his throbbing cock into her warm wet hole.

  Vale moaned as he rode her like a rocking horse. In this position, the head of his cock pressed firmly into the top wall of her vagina, and he knew that drove her wild.

  Her swollen clitoris was right there, so he reached down between his legs and held onto it like it was a pommel on a saddle and truly started to ride her.

  The three of them all individually focused on making Vale scream with pleasure, and after a short while, Mark could feel her get close to the end. Her warm meaty pussy felt so good enveloping his dick, and watching the beautiful Ahnix and Roo slurp on her massive nipples was pushing him close to the end with her.

  He rode her hard, slamming his dick into her pussy over and over and eventually he felt her vagina spasm, grabbing his cock tightly. She moaned loudly as Mark let himself go, and dumped his cum and essence deep into her, emptying everything he had left.

  He pulled out, and both girls slowed down their nipple stimulation. Roo actually started petting the one she was sucking on with one of her soft velvet hands, sending jolts of aftershock pleasure into the naga.

  With all of this essence transferred, Mark began to feel the pull of sleep on his consciousness.

  "I like not being alone." Roo said, "All of you are the best things that exist."

  "We're going to have a lot of fun together,” he said. “And, maybe, save the world while we're at it."

  Mark snuggled up to one side of the velvet-girl while Ahnix moved to the other. Vale wrapped herself around them all, each one feeling safe and content. It had been a long day, and they collectively drifted off to sleep together.

  - 15 -

  Ahnix woke up first like she always does, and her movements woke everyone else up shortly after. It was dark outside, and it occurred to Mark that they might have been wandering in Roo's house dimension for longer than he thought.

  They packed up all their gear and stepped out into the moonlit forest.

  "Roo, you're up,” Mark said. “Can you take us to that squirrel place to the north- uh, what was it again?"

  "Camille," Vale said.

  "I can from inside. Not from here."

  Ahnix reached into her leather tube-top and pulled out the black key, Roo's eyes following its every move. She handed it to Mark, and he held it out in front of him as he had done before, then focused some of his power into the artifact that could open the door back to Roo's home dimension.

  The black door appeared again. Mark turned the knob and pushed it open.

  The moon was bright enough to light up the forest, but the blackness beyond the door was absolute. Mark handed the key back to Ahnix and started fishing around in his satchel for one of the glowing mushrooms. It was dark, so it was relatively easy to locate.

  "Here, you take this," Ahnix said from behind him, and he turned to take the key back.

  But she wasn't talking to Mark. She was holding the key out to Roo.

  She reached out one of her velvet hands, and as she touched the key, an arc of power jumped to her fingers.

  Roo clenched the key in her fist and held it to her chest. "Thank you. I will treasure this always." Then she focused her attention on something only she could see, tilting her head, "My critical strike chance has doubled."

  "From holding the key?" Mark asked.

  "It's her artifact, after all. It would make sense if she grew more powerful from holding it," Vale said.

  "Fantastic. Next shop we find let's get her a necklace or something like that to keep it secure," Mark said, then got a slight emotional signal from both Ahnix and Vale. He realized that his bond was getting stronger with them.

  He quickly added, "We might as well get you girls something nice while we’re there, too."

  Vale smiled, "Actually Master, we're headed to the frigid north. I don't know about the rest of you, but I really don't like the cold, and none of us are dressed for snow." She ran a hand across her bare midriff to illustrate. "Maybe we could find that shop sooner rather than later?"

  He was constantly reminded that she had a big brain to go with her huge tits.

  "Good call, Vale. That will be our first priority. Let's get moving." Mark hoisted up one of their blue, glowing mushrooms and walked into the door. His Enthralled followed behind him, and the door closed once they were all through. They appeared in the large foyer just like they did the first time, and Roo walked over to one of the wooden tables. She held out one of her hands and touched a silver candlestick resting on its dusty surface.

  "It feels good and bad to be here, again," she said.

  "Then let's get going,” Mark said. “I'm sure you spent enough time in these rooms. Can you take us to Camille village? How does this work exactly? Do we just name a place and you open a door there?"

  "I don’t know. I'm... this place is connected to many points. It's impossible to describe in words."

  Ahnix stepped forward. "It's Okay. Just do what you can."

  Roo nodded, held out her hand and a door rose from the ground.

  "I believe this is right." She turned the knob and pushed. Mark walked up behind her and saw rows of shelves with objects stacked on them. Rope, a pickaxe, a lantern. It looked like a general store.

  He turned to Roo, grabbed her and planted a kiss right on her thick lips. He just meant it to be a quick one, but once his mouth touched her soft lips, he found it difficult to pull away. When he eventually did, she just looked at him blinking her pure black eyes.

  "Perfect, Roo. Now let's go shopping!"

  They all walked into the store, and the door closed behind them. He could already feel a major temperature drop and knew it would be worse outside this shop.

  A noise to his left caught Mark's attention, and he looked just in time to see a pipe fall out of a squirrel-man’s mouth and hit the counter he was standing behind, sending burning embers across its surface.

  "Hello, kind sir," Mark began with a wave. "Sorry for the dramatic entrance, but we are travelers in search of some warm clothes. Have anything like that for sale?"

  He looked old, with tiny glasses perched on his quivering nose. His fur was gray, but Mark didn't really know if that meant anything. Plenty of squirrels were gray. He was more or less a man with strong squirrel features; a twitchy squirrel nose and mouth with impressive whiskers, big eyes, tiny folded ears at the top of his head, and a scraggly tail that was as big as he was. He was wearing a small blue vest and nothing else as far as Mark could tell

  Roo and Ahnix started to browse the merchandise while Vale followed Mark up to the frightened squirrel shopkeep.

  "We have money. Don't worry, we're honest people," Vale said, trying to help, ducking her tall body under wooden support beams as she moved.

  The sight of the naga's massive cleavage seemed to ground the shopkeeper a little, and he cleared his throat.

  "Ah yes. Um, Travelers, you say?" He had a much gruffer voice than the high-pitched version Mark had expected.

  "Yes, sir. I'm Mark, a Collector, and these are my Enthralled." He motioned to the large snake-girl leaning over his shoulder. "This curvy beauty is Vale. Over there is Ahnix and Roo."

  Mark offered his hand, and the old, furry shopkeeper reached out with his own tiny paw and shook it.

  "A pleasure, Collector. Haven’t been one of those around here
in a long time. The name's Nip. If you don't mind me asking, what are you and your group of lovely ladies doing in a nowhere village like this?"

  "We're here on a quest to find a piece of fallen star. I heard one fell somewhere around here."

  Before the furry shopkeeper could answer, Roo stepped up to them and slapped a ball of twine on top of the counter.

  "I would like this string," She said, confidently looking at the shopkeeper. The grizzled old squirrel looked at Roo, his whiskers twitching as he studied her.

  Mark looked over his shoulder at Ahnix standing behind them with her arms crossed. She looked at Mark and shrugged.

  "She found the necklace she wanted."

  "Okay," Mark started. "We'll take the string, some warm clothes, and I'll also pay you for all the information you have about the fallen star."

  He reached into the bottom of this burlap sack and found two silver coins. He put them on the counter, and the squirrel's eyes went huge.

  "Is this... silver?" he asked.

  "Yup. I'll take it these coins will cover what I'm asking?" Mark raised his eyebrows.

  The old, furry shopkeep looked back at Mark over his tiny spectacles for a moment, then slid the coins into his pocket.

  "Of course, Collector. Let me show you the fine selection of furs I have, right this way."

  He scurried around the corner of the wooden counter, his bushy tail flowing behind him, and moved to a wall that displayed fur cloaks of various sizes.

  Mark browsed the small selection and found a black, fur cloak for himself right away. Ahnix had a natural, light fur coat already, so she picked a short, tight-fitting jacket that left half of her flat stomach exposed.

  Roo said she didn't think she could feel cold and instead focused on making a necklace for her key. Mark just shrugged, it made a kind of sense that a fabric girl wouldn’t need to wear a fur coat, but still, she was technically naked. If she didn’t want a coat, they would have to start thinking about armor for her at some point.

  It was harder to find something for Vale, as large as she was, but Nip was resourceful and suggested a king-size, fur-lined blanket for her instead. After she wrapped herself in the blanket like it was a towel and she had just come out of the shower, Vale begged Mark for a big fur hat she saw hanging on a peg. Nip tossed it in as part of the deal.

  Mark watched the snake-woman pull the furry cap over her long pointed ears, pressing her flowing, white hair flat around her neck and thought she looked adorable.

  Why squirrels would even be selling fur clothes crossed his mind and, more concerning, where they got the fur- but he had more important things to find out.

  Mark turned his attention to the old gray squirrel. "Nip, you've been very helpful. I think all we need now is information. Where can we find the fallen star we seek?"

  He blinked his large, dark eyes at Mark. "Yes, yes. I'll tell you all I know. It was many years ago. I heard gossip of a streaking star, falling from the heavens near the nut mines to the west. It was supposedly found by the young leader of the small mining village, Callok. Rumor has it- he gave it to Mistress Ralie up at the brothel for her hand in marriage. Not sure if that's true or not, but she said yes.

  “Our Mistress is the one you ought to ask about it. Callok died to those damned foxes a few years back. He was a good man."

  Mark nodded, absorbing the story. "Did you say nut mines?"

  The squirrel twitched his nose, making his long, white whiskers shiver. "Yes. Nut mines... where we mine up nut meat. You know- walnut, pistachio, a rare macadamia nugget if you get lucky. Nut mines.

  Mark looked around at his girls. None of them seemed to have any reaction either way and since no one else found it odd, he just went with it.

  "Can you tell me any more about these foxes you mentioned?"

  "Sure, I'll tell ya that they are murderous bastards driving tourists away from town. You're the first customers I've had in months. Even longer since the trade caravan came around. Camille used to be flooded with folk come to get their knobs off at the Buried Treasure brothel- if you'll pardon my language, ladies." He paused to nod to Vale, specifically. Then continued, "Nut-miners, human hunters from South Whetstone, hell even the she-witches from the Gibbering Caves would come and blow some coin with Ralie's boys and girls. But now that the feral foxes have settled into their den a few miles out of town and started ravaging anything that comes near... it has been dark days my friend."

  "That sounds terrible. I may take a look and see if I can do something about them, but I need to find the fallen star first."

  "Then you'd best speak with Mistress Ralie, at the brothel."

  "And where can I find the place?"

  "Well, if you mean to use the front door this time and not that magic one you stepped through, just leave my store and look right in front of you for the biggest building you can find. 'Buried Treasures' is hard to miss."

  "Right, so long Nip. It's been a pleasure," Mark said, turning for the door.

  "Thank you!" Vale said, with a grin and followed behind Mark. Ahnix nodded, and Roo was still messing with her twine necklace as they also turned to the door.

  Mark pulled it open and stepped out into the cold, snowy daylight. It was night when they left the forest, and he thought they must have traveled so far that they might be on the other side of the world.

  He looked at Roo wrapping the twine around her neck and saw the need to intervene.

  "I hate to burst your bubble there Roo, but maybe you should make your necklace so it's easier for you to take off. I am going to need that thing every now and then so we can open the door back to your dimension."

  She looked up at him and tilted her head. "No, you're not." Before he could argue, she held up her hand, and a back door started to form in front of her, blocking his view. Once it was fully formed, Mark walked around its thin side and looked at Roo with astonishment. She put her hand down, and the door disappeared.

  "I am the key, and the key is me," she said, like everyone should know that, and started wrapping the twine around her neck again.

  "I don't know why I'm surprised by anything anymore," Mark said, shaking his head. "I guess that makes things easy, then."

  He turned to look for the brothel Nip mentioned and found himself staring right at its front steps. It was a large, pink, two-story building with purple shutters and gold molding. The double doors on the front were painted a bright red and flaunted ornate, glass windows. Large letters that looked like pure gold spread across the building that read 'Buried Treasures'. The brothel looked sealed up tight, and Mark supposed it was because of the cold wind currently blowing at them.

  He glanced up and down the snow-covered road and spotted another, small building that looked like a restaurant and a row of houses beyond that- but not much else. The pleasure house seemed to be vastly disproportionate to the rest of this village, and Mark knew there had to be more to this story.

  "Let's go see this Mistress Ralie, shall we?" he said to his Enthralled and crunched his boots in the snow towards the large brothel.

  He stepped up the stairs and rapped his knuckles on the cold, red paint between the glass windows. Looking inside, he could see a pink foyer with stuffed chairs and opulent rugs.

  It was empty.

  No one came to the door, so he knocked again. Eventually, a figure entered the foyer and looked out of the glass at Mark and his girls.

  She was decidedly female; her furry eyelids were painted blue and bright rouge was applied around her small, squirrel lips. The doors pulled open, and the smell of flowers and musk hit him in the face.

  "Welcome to Buried Treasures! Do come in, please. I am Mistress Ralie, and we are here to please you in every way." Her voice was melodious, and she was wrapped in a translucent silk robe that gave Mark a clear impression of her hourglass figure. He also got the impression that she was older than she intended to look.

  They all started to move into the warm foyer, and she continued, "We haven't had a Col
lector come through these doors in a very long time but every now and then you crave a little extra spice in your life, even with..." She looked at each of his companions. "Such diversely beautiful creatures such as these. Am I right?"

  Before Mark could respond, she clapped her white-gloved hands together twice and smiled at him, seeming to wait for something. The silence in the room was pressing on him in such a way that he thought it best to just keep his mouth shut and let her do her thing. When nothing happened, her smile faltered, but before she could react five lovely squirrel girls in revealing outfits and huge fluffy tails scurried on light feet into the room.

  The squirrel females of this village were slightly similar to Ahnix in how human they looked, except where she was about one-third cat, they were about two-thirds squirrel, most notably in the face and legs. They still had exceedingly sensual bodies though. The one with all black fur, small perky tits, and a stunningly beautiful face would have been his choice, were he here for that sort of thing.

  Mark was about to let her down easy and tell her why they were there when Roo walked right up to Mistress Ralie and embraced her in a hug.

  "You look really pretty. I love your silk dress," the velvet-girl said. Mark was going to have to put an end to this instant hugging thing. It was going to get them in trouble one day.

  "...Thank you."

  "Sorry, That's Roo and she... is very affectionate. I'm Mark, the tall naga is Vale, and the black and gold cat is Ahnix. Your girls are quite exquisite, and if I were not here to see you, Mistress Ralie, for other matters, I could see myself spending a lot of coin here."

  The squirrel madame broke away from Roo and waved a hand at her stable of harlots. They made various disappointed noises and scurried out the same way they came in.

  Mistress Ralie folded her arms across her round chest and studied Mark for a moment. When she spoke, all hint of her previous character was gone, and Mark knew he was speaking to the real Ralie now.

  "If you aren't here to spend a lot of coin then you should get the hell out, now. My time is valuable, what precious little there is left."