by Eden Redd
Rayna leaned forward, eyes sharp. “You seem pretty accommodating since your people and the dread lords conquered the dragon kingdoms. What’s next, the human kingdoms? How long before the dread lords make their way south to us? This all feels like a bad song.”
The troll turned his attention to Rayna, brow calm. “The fighting has carried a cost on all sides. After the Sindrell kingdoms fell, the masters agreed that a diplomatic approach was needed. It is no lie, the dragons were feared for their power but now that they have been beaten, the masters have turned their concerns elsewhere. Conquest is not a priority as it once was. We seek peace like many others.
“Several have tried to build kingdoms here but they lacked a diplomatic approach. They were quickly destroyed as you may already know. The hatred for my people has infected many and we wish to change that.”
Edric eyed the troll, “What about Varikk? There is word that they may be attacked any day now.”
Sadness bled into Ralis’s black eyes. “We have made multiple efforts to open relations. They have ignored everyone. You can understand; a city or kingdom so close to our borders can be a threat. We are simply securing our territories in these uncertain times.”
Edric didn’t know what to make of it. The troll seemed genuine but it could very well be a practiced trick. The uneasy feeling swirled in his stomach. Jaw clenched, he continued to tell himself that it was all temporary. If they stuck to the plan, they would eventually come out on top.
The sadness faded away and a cheery smile appeared on the troll, “But we are not here to talk of war or the politics of other kingdoms. We are here to discuss our budding friendship.”
The summoner nodded and gave a small smirk. Glasses raised, they toasted and took a deep sip. The table fell to silence as they continued to eat and drink. Claudia quietly watched the room, the guests seemingly enjoying themselves. The minstrels played on and the mood turned soft as libations sang their comforting song. After a long silence, Ralis finished his glass of wine, sat back, picked up a napkin and dabbed the edges of his blue lips.
“There is one final part we must attend to so we can begin our bonding friendship. It is a custom of my people to seal agreements with a sensual exploration of our bodies. It aids in bringing all parties closer and a greater understanding between agreed terms and members. It is nonnegotiable.”
Claudia and Faye looked up and stared at the troll. Edric’s mouth twisted in concern. Rayna’s eyes narrowed.
Ralis beamed a smile, “It is not required for all of us to partake. This is where I have a personal stake in the relations. Please pardon my straightforwardness.”
The troll turned his attention to Rayna, “Rayna Discord, you are a criminal of the highest order when it comes to attacks on the Kunarr. Now that you have attained royalty, it would not be in our best interests to arrest you. To ease into our verbal treaty, I would ask to explore your body and bless you with sensual pleasures. If you agree, I’m sure your previous crimes can be washed away and never spoken of again.”
Edric, Faye and Claudia turned their heads to the bard. Rayna swirled her drink as she stared at the troll. The silence was maddening but Ralis patiently waited; his face a true neutral.
Rayna licked her lips before she spoke, “I will agree to your proposal…..if I can bring a friend.”
“Rayna, you don’t have to do this. I’m sure we can…” Edric was cut off.
“I know I don’t have too. But in the interest of diplomacy and clearing my record, I’m sure it will be fine. We wouldn’t want my past to endanger our future, would we?”
Ralis nodded, “You are a dangerous woman but I would be remiss to not say you have become a fantasy among my people. Some from the Middle Kingdoms speak of you as beautiful and terrible, your songs bending their knees and your wands extinguishing their light. Some of the lust slaves have taken your form to please but it wouldn’t be the same as the real Rayna Discord. I would be humbled to spend a night with a lethal beauty such as yourself.”
Rayna grinned, “What if you don’t survive it?”
The troll’s demeanor never faltered, “I would die knowing I have touched true beauty and my life would be fulfilled but in the interest of our relationship, I must survive.”
The bard smirked, “Edric must join us.”
The summoner lifted a brow.
Ralis let out a pleased chuckle. “I take no issue with Lord Temple joining us but I must confess, as handsome as he may be, I do not normally engage with males. To make it fair, Thalia will join us so there will be equal partners. I assume you have a place where we can continue with our sensitive discussions?”
Edric tilted his head forward, shadows covering his eyes. He wasn’t sure if this was going to be fun or a disaster. Rayna was a little crazy and he didn’t know her well enough to see if she was going to play nice or murder the troll. As long as he was there, he could keep an eye on her. Looking to the lamia, Thalia lifted her gaze to meet the summoner’s eyes. A gentle whisper seemed to flow between them before it faded to the background.
Edric cleared his throat, “I had a room made for…um…private conservations.”
Faye looked to the summoner, “You did?”
The player nodded nervously. “It was to prepare us for activities like this. I figured sooner or later we would have intimate encounters and I thought we should have several rooms. I only made the one but we have plenty of space for more.”
Claudia leaned in, “Was it created for the guests…or us?”
Edric was silent as a tomb. Despite Lewd Saga being a sex fantasy game, he couldn’t say out loud that he made a rumpus room for everyone. As he was furnishing rooms, the harem fantasy kept floating into his mind and he couldn’t keep the images of all four of them engaged in erotic play.
“What’s the room called?” Rayna leered.
Edric let out a sigh, “The Rumpus Room.”
Claudia smiled broadly and looked away. Faye eyed the summoner with a playful wink. Rayna downed her glass of wine and set it on the table. The bard stood up, eyes on the troll.
“Ralis, I’m sure the servants can show you and Thalia to the ‘Rumpus’ room. If you don’t mind, can we meet you there in a few minutes? I have some things to discuss with Lord Temple,” Rayna said with a dash of commanding sweetness.
The troll nodded and stood up, “No time like the present to discuss relations. Thalia, if you would join us.”
The troll held out a hand and the lamia bowed her head. Hand up, she took his and uncoiled her lower half. A servant stepped over, bowed and led the way. Ralis’s eyes took in a wanting edge as he looked back to the four rulers. The diplomat’s eyes lingered on Rayna before following the servant, Thalia at his side. When they exited the feast hall, Rayna turned to her companions, a drunken smirk on her lips.
“I want you all to know I’m fine with this,” Rayna swayed.
“What happens if Ralis has something else planned?” Claudia asked.
Rayna let out a stark laugh, “Did you see the way he looked at me. He wants to take me to pound town. But I’m not worried; Edric will be there to protect me.”
The bard bent over, flashing her cleavage to the summoner, “Won’t you.”
“Leeta can guard the doors and I can keep an eye on Ralis,” Edric said.
Rayna gave the summoner an amused smile. “Ladies, I’ll have to take him off your hands tonight but I’ll try to get him back to you in one piece.”
“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Faye asked but seemed to say more with her eyes and tone then what was actually said.
Rayna looked to Edric, “I’m sure we will manage. Come with me Lord Temple, I have to talk to you first.”
Before Edric could say anything, the bard turned and started for a door. The summoner was to his feet, following and glancing back. Claudia smiled but Faye seemed to give him a gaze, trying to tell him something. The summoner hesitated when he reached the door, thinking to go back. He wondered what
Faye was trying to tell him. A small hand reached up and grabbed the collar of his robe, pulling him into the hallway as the guests toasted once again such a fine and delicious feast.
Thirteen
Rayna walked down a corridor, Edric in tow. The two reached a door and the bard pulled it open. The pair entered as Rayna closed it behind them. A dim lantern gave the room a subdued glow. Edric turned around and looked to the bard. The walk here was quiet but now that they were alone, the player could see a concern etched in her brow.
“Edric, there is something I need you to do if things become too heavy,” the bard stated.
“You know I will do anything for you,” the player realizing how it sounded after the words left his mouth.
Rayna smiled. “Thank you. I don’t trust myself with anyone I haven’t properly trained. I hoped we could spend some time together so you would know what to expect but it doesn’t look like we have enough time.”
“Trained?”
Rayna nodded. “It’s too long to explain right now. If things get too heavy and I start acting strangely, I need you to bring me to Faye as soon as you can. Can you promise me you will do that?”
“What do you mean strangely?”
The bard hugged her waist for a moment before letting her arms drop to her sides and standing straighter. “You will know it when you see it. I just need you close. I need to know you will help me if I can’t help myself. It’s important.”
Rayna stepped closer to the summoner, looking up into his eyes. “I promise to explain later but for now, I need to know I can trust you if things get dark.”
Edric put his hands on her shoulders, “This is sort of freaking me out but I understand. As long as we get a chance to talk about it, I will put my trust in you and you can put your trust in me.”
The bard looked up with innocent eyes before hugging the summoner around the waist and pressing the side of her face to his chest. Edric coiled his arms around her, holding the bard close. He didn’t know what was so bad that she couldn’t talk about it right now but the player assumed she must have her reasons. The way she controlled their small amount of time in the common room the first night they were there seemed to tell Edric that she liked being in charge. But the way she looked at him now, there seemed to be much more unsaid.
Rayna pulled back with a wide smile, “Let’s go secure some diplomatic relations.”
The bard pulled away and stepped to the door. Edric followed, unsure what to expect. The pair left the small room and began their trek down a long corridor. After a flight of stairs and a few twists and turns, Edric took lead.
At the end of the corridor, double doors stood. Leeta leaned against a wall, mace in her belt and yellow eyes turning to the summoner and bard. Edric walked up to her and the ogre gave him a pleasant smile.
“They are inside, waiting,” the ogre said simply.
Edric nodded. “How was it in the feast hall, everyone okay?”
Leeta nodded. “Faye left, saying she wanted to rest. Claudia stayed to manage the feast.”
The summoner eyed the hint of sadness in her eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Are we really going to have trolls in the kingdom, after what they did to us in Lythor?”
Edric lifted a hand and touched the ogre’s hip. “It’s a necessary evil right now,” Edric whispered. “We will stay true to the plan.”
Leeta nodded before standing up and grabbing the summoner. The ogre pushed Edric’s face into her large breasts, nearly smothering him. Rayna eyed them, an amused smile appearing. Edric planted his hands on the ogre and pushed off, gasping for a breath. Leeta let him go, a happy gleam in her eyes.
Edric straightened his disheveled robe. “Alright, stay here and guard. Come in if we call.”
Rayna looked up at the tall feminine ogre, “If you hear screaming, it will probably be me. Don’t come in unless we call your name.”
Edric and Leeta looked at the short bard. Rayna moved past them, walking to the door, taking hold of the handle and pulling it open. Edric was by her side as they stepped in, the heavy door closing behind them.
Heat pushed against their bodies as they stepped in to the lavish rumpus room. Couches, several beds and love seats filled the middle of the room. A roaring fireplace spilled in a cloud of warmth. Low lanterns hung from chains along the walls. Silk sheets not only covered the beds but more streams of cloth hung low across the ceiling and from pillar to pillar. Reds and deep blues streamed all along the room, shadows playing against the hanging fabric. Against the left wall, a long table stood with wine bottles and empty glasses.
In the middle of the room, Ralis lay into the crook of a couch, arm on the back of it and robe opened enough to expose his toned blue chest. By the side of the couch, Thalia reared up on her serpent lower half, hands folded before her and head tilted forward, shadows covering her eyes.
“Thalia, please see to the refreshments,” Ralis said in a low easygoing tone.
The lamia moved forward, her lower half slithering along the floor and to the wine table. Rayna stepped forward, heels of her thigh high boots clicking against the stone floor until she reached the deep red rug. Finger tapping each thigh in turn, the boots disappeared in a blink. The bard stepped closer, barefoot and eyes on the troll.
Edric watched, unsure what to do. Thalia slithered over and pressed a full wine glass into his hand. The player looked to her serpent red eyes. The lamia turned and slithered over to the troll and bard. She handed a glass to Rayna before slithering back to the table.
“Your beauty sings to me,” Ralis said, dark eyes staring.
The bard sat down close to the troll, placing a hand on his covered thigh, “You don’t have to waste your words. We are here for the same thing, relations between our kingdoms.”
Ralis nodded. “Something I wish to treasure.”
Rayna looked along his slender and toned body until she stopped at the long bulge forming under his robe.
Ralis smiled as Thalia slithered over and placed a full wine glass in his hand. “There is one thing I have to do first. Thalia, you no longer belong to me or the troll kingdoms. You belong to the royalty of Elora. They will induct you when they wish but you are free of me.”
The lamia lifted her head, eyes burning red for a moment in the dim light. A smile bloomed before she slithered back to the wine table and poured herself a glass. Edric watched as Rayna sat closer to the troll and Thalia slithered over with a wide grin. The player noticed the change as it happened. She seemed demure and shy but the moment Ralis gave up control, she changed. A crazy wanting gaze filled her eyes and a pointed tongue licked succulent lips. The lamia made her way closer, sipping from the glass and touching the summoner’s chest. Fingers glided over the warm fabric, as if admiring a statue in a museum.
“It is so nice to be free to serve another,” Thalia hissed.
Edric remained silent, feeling he had to keep his wits about him. The player had a suspicion the negotiations might continue, even if they are in the middle of something passionate.
Ralis let his eyes slide over the bard. Rayna turned her body, lying next to him and leaning her head into his shoulder. The troll’s gaze was often caught in the gravity of the bard’s cleavage. Struggling, he drank in her sensual form, admiring her petite but inviting curves. The troll continued to admire as a hand moved along his thigh and ran along the thick bulge. The bard lifted her glass, taking a deep sip as her hand playfully ran along the diplomat’s trollhood.
“I’m interested in the stories about me among your people. I would be lying if I didn’t see the fear and lust as I killed many of them.”
Ralis’s heart began thudding in his chest. Rayna could feel it coming out in strong pulses, his cock stiffening and pushing against her fingers. It was obvious he was incredibly turned on and the bard capitalized on it.
“The fantastical stories they have said, some wanting to hold you down, taking turns until you submit. Others spoke of how they would surrender to simply
lick your feet. They would follow your every command, wanting to bath your body in their seed,” Ralis leered.
Rayna continued to move her fingers over his erect member, “And what do you want?”
“To take and to please, not necessarily in that order,” Ralis let his hand drift to her exposed thigh.
The bard let out a mad giggle before drinking down her wine and tossing it across the room. Edric nearly jumped as the glass shattered against a wall. He made a mental note to not walk over to that side of the room, when something big coiled around his legs. The summoner looked down as Thalia continued to coil around him. The lamia took the wine glass from his hand. Edric felt the smooth wet scales against the backs of his hands and when he tried to pull them up, the serpent bottom of Thalia squeezed, holding his hands to his sides.
Edric struggled as the lamia coiled around him, snaking her body around as her top part bent low and placed their wine glasses on the floor. She reared up again; red irises glowed as she eyed him like a fresh kill. Bringing her face to his, Edric could see the maddening desire etched into her beautiful face. Thalia moved closer, pressing her lips to his, hands on his shoulders.
The summoner struggled but the lamia’s grip was like iron. She gently squeezed his body again and the player found the way she did it set his blood on fire. Gasping, he took deep breaths as she squeezed him and loosened, squeezed and loosened. The act massaged and turned him on. Blood coursing through his veins, the summoner’s manhood thickened, straining up in the small space between the summoner and the lamia. When he was fully erect, Thalia squeezed him again, crushing his cock between their bodies.
“The heat from your body…..It burns so bright,” Thalia said sweetly.
Edric grunted as he felt like he was being crushed from all sides. Just when it seemed to be too much, the lamia relented. Blood rushed into every vein and the player felt dizzy. Thalia watched him, her eyes hypnotic as she could see her actions forcing him to relax. Legs trembling, Edric nearly fell when the Thalia took hold of him and slithered closer to a cushioned part of the floor. Laying him down, she kept her snake half coiled around him. Scaled hands reached for his robe and opened it from the chest down. Coils opened to let her fingers work before they wrapped close once again.