I listened intently and she decided she had said enough. Zoey coughed and Mysti nodded to her. If they were lovers; that was probably all that was needed to send a signal.
“If the others were here I wouldn't speak as freely... but they are dead or gone. So this does not get repeated to Carolina or Gina. Also same with Barry’s harem members. I was hung for my crimes. Glowvia watched me dangle by the rope without remorse and then had her guard cut me down before I expired. I was born on Entria not even more than four hundred years ago. I am, in every elvath sense a babe,” Zoey said while shooting me a glance over her shoulder. Her black hair and the night’s moon brought a brighter shine to her red eyes. “I am young indeed. I hated how the others were placated and grateful for being slaves on an open planet. There were no males among us and only chosen elvath visited the elvs. I despised how the ladies were all cowed into submission. Not me. I figured out where the males were; call it an obsession to even know they existed. Well, I found their private island. I had to row for six days into the middle of nowhere based on a report some other elvath gave me that she determined by stargazing. I very well could have died, another casualty without a known reason to the seas.
“Instead I found this lush island with lavish furniture and naked female servants in pure lust. The males were the opposite; oversexed and bored. Indifferent and arrogant. The females wait a million years to try to have a baby. They are a vessel, as we all are, and their allotted time is precious to them. I spat in the sand at what I saw. The whole thing was disgusting. I see the way you look at me Gryff. You want to rip my pants off and fuck me until I scream your name. That gives an elvath stirring, it makes her want to vibrate. What I saw on that island was the opposite. Males were actually isolated except for three half hour intervals. So I decided to talk to one to tell him he should be grateful.”
She sighed and hung her head in shame. The outskirts of the town could be seen as the woods ceased and fields transitioned into a short wooden wall. There were a few torches burning and a team of guards in a tower. Bonwe was not large and very few buildings stood over the wall in height. The initial sight was unimpressive with only the one watchtower across all the walls.
“We are here. I will finish quickly. I was smacked by the elv for my opinions. Well, I was called many things after that. None of which were good. So I lunged at the elv again and then beat him until he choked on his blood and died. Apparently, that is a big no-no. I was dropped from a few feet with a noose around my neck. I never apologize once and stared at a god in defiance as I died. I was shocked when I was cut down and shipped off to Praxa to be sold. I never arrived at Praxa as our ship was boarded and I was blindfolded away. Later I was interviewed by Perception and the rest is history. Mind you, I was put under for the entire time until I awoke on a ship with Barry and Mysti and the crew. I have more to learn than any other elvath probably ever. I think my ability to kill and be molded without ancient ideals is why I am here.”
“I will fill you in on my story when Nicole is up and we have a break. Is society anti-female here?” I asked to see if I should do the talking.
“No most species are female dominated. I got this,” Zoey said while standing with palms open. “We seek immediate help from Healer Varusa and are willing to pay a fee to open the gates at night and for an escort to the healer!”
Mysti snatched the bag of coins next to me and hopped out the back of the wagon. She jogged to the gate and I peered past Zoey to see her hand a few coins to an extended hand through the wall. The gates creaked and groaned as they opened outward. Two guards walked out to the wagon and hopped on the bench beside Zoey. They were dwarves and not happy looking ones. The six legged rhino was urged forward and we rolled under the arched gate and passed more guards.
A poorly cobbled road made the ride insanely bumpy and the overwhelming smell of feces assaulted my nose. I gagged and tried not to vomit. To be fair I had little in my stomach so there was gagging that could have been more on a full tummy. The homes were a mix of haphazard pieces and shoddy construction. This town was on par with a dilapidated abandoned village. I hated this literal shit town and wanted out the moment we went in the gates. If it smelled this bad during the night, I could only imagine what the baking sun brought; swarms of flies, yes it would certainly be swarms of flies.
We reached a two story house with a healer sign on it. There were three stairs to the front door and the first guard pounded away asking for entry.
“When she lets you in, Healer Varusa is in charge of you. She will ensure you do not go back out until sunup. There are werewolves prowling the area. High levels for here too. We estimate there are three level fives. So stay indoors until the sun starts to shine.” The dwarf said in a scruffy authoritarian tone. I wanted to roll my eyes at being told what to do by a guard. “We are going to have a problem human if you continue eyeing me like you want a fight.”
I was conflicted. I wanted to kick his ass for insinuating I was a problem. Then again he was trying to warn me. There were parts of me that said I need to dial back my inner asshole.
“Sorry, we fought some werewolves and I am on edge.”
“You don't say. Show me your level,” he demanded.
“How do I do that?”
He scoffed and then saw I was serious. I guess newcomers were not unheard of so he indeed showed me.
“Flip your wrist up like this. Most creatures have an arm. The inside or outside can display your score. Look at your wrist and then wish for your level. Boom, wow a three already. I believe ya. Let me see your score lassy and what is wrong with her?”
“She had a parasite that popped. And mine is showing a six. I guess you can level without orbs. Killing all those trash mobs paid off. I only arrowed the second werewolf with one shot so this has to be from earlier. I really need to get some better orbs.” Mysti said while grinning at the six on her arm.
Zoey looked and saw she was a six also. The process was simple and the numbers were large so I was starting to think it was probably also a status thing. Need a ten to get into this inn. Or need a twenty to buy from me. Time would tell.
“My name is Macer, friends call me Mace. Jerin is my friend who runs the skills, spells, summons, and smores store. Don't ask what a smores are; I think he did it as a play on words. Visit him in the morning but he has low-level stuff mostly for helping people work. Sorry, your friend got infected by a bum beetle. Best have Healer Varusa or another with healing skills to remove them instead of yourselves. Actually, judging by her look and labored breathing she is going to die soon. Drovka kick the door down. They will buy the lock.”
“Ain't no fool kicking my door down. I was naked in bed. Bring the patient in. What is the diagnosis Mace?” A spry old lady said from her door frame.
She must be Healer Varusa and she was surprisingly not grumpy for being woken.
“Bum beetle, killed by squish. She is dying. Running her up now,” Mace said and did all the work.
Drovka came to us and halted me from exiting the wagon.
“We’re going to the Drinking Jug. They have rooms you can stay in. Give Healer Varusa time to stabilize and fix your friend. She may be the only healer in town but she is the best healer I know,” Drovka said and we rolled forward when Zoey lightly tapped the reins. “I need ten silvers to send a lad to verify the bodies of the werewolves. There is a twenty five silver bounty per body.”
I let out a long whistle. “The lad is worth a lot. I come from a place where silver is still valued highly.”
The dwarf snickered. “Yeah, bloody right. The lad is worthless. You are buying his horse in case he dies to the wolves. If he comes back his ride is only five gold coins. You are going to get taken alive if you do not find a guide you can trust. I just so happen to know a nice gnome who could help ya out. If you give me a few gold coins I may even have him swing by the Jug and check on you in the morning.”
I sighed but knew we could use a guide and a gnome seeme
d like a good tryout candidate. Could always use a healer though. Apparently, they were rare. Then it dawned on me that I was on Yariw. When in Yariw ask things that would make sense here.
“I need a healer and ranged spells. Your gnome have any of these?”
“He is a level seven I think maybe six. A gnome warlock with some leveled rays. Nothing to one-shot anything more or less stuns and distractions for now until he levels up,” Drovka said while pulling at his short gray beard. “How did you kill the wolves anyway?”
“The champion there one-shot them,” Zoey said with a smirk and a wink my way.
“Champion? As in demigod? Don’t get many of them here often... or ever. You punch them or something?”
“Hurled my javelins at them. Used a lot of force. At first, I thought I should have taken a portal power, now I know enhanced strength, dexterity, and stamina was the right way to go,” I said and Mysti nodded.
“Damn, you put three orbs to melee fighting. Wife makes me keep a blue orb of flame for burning the neighborhood shit. It is horrid in long ranged fighting. Never even used it in battle. Now I see your eyes, a demigod hungry for powerful orbs. Go north to Vredin and probably continue to Aeva. Aeva is a bustling city with millions of residents and lots of adventuring guilds to team up with to go loot diving. My opinion. Pay my gnome friend Exca to take you north. And then keep going until you reach Aeva. Spend the hefty bag of gold there.”
Mysti handed me a silver and I handed it to Drovka.
“Damn fine gesture of you tipping a common guard. I will send Barq a few hours after sunrise.”
“I thought you said his name was Exca?” I said with a face contorted in confusion.
“Ah, yeah, Exca is the lazy whiny one. You tipped me sight unseen which is rare and a full silver. This is a week’s wages. You are getting Barq who is a level nine and similar spells. Most gnomes around here clear mines of feral cats and big rats that bite. He will be able to explain himself better than I. Here is the Jug. I will see the rhica mount is stabled properly.”
“Hey... Drovka thanks for the help,” I said with a smile as I snatched up the three bags and remembered my list. I handed Zoey all three bags and then dug into mine. I found my note. “I have two questions. If you swap out a skill. Let's say you eject your fire spell for burning stuff and place it in a bag on your back. Then you add a hip-high wolf pet to your core. Does your fire spell lose levels?”
“Huh, no one calls them level. Floors, stories, numbers, and more but I can rationalize what you mean. No is your answer. My fire spell is a blue or a rare orb. I have hit the thirty-three on it. And before you ask I have no idea what the max level is for the orb. Anyway, if I sell it to Bob the vendor it will display a thirty-three on it. When the orb is ingested to rotate around a new core it resets. That was an easy one, my five year old asked that one a few weeks ago. The next one is free, any more will cost you.”
“Wait that did not completely answer my question completely. I can swap with no penalty?”
“Fair enough, there is a cool down. Level and rarity affect the time. If I pull out my fire spell and put in your wolf. My fire spell will have a timer counting down over the tiny flat color stamp.”
This caused me to nod in agreement with the manipulator. If I could swap ten legendary spells over and over without some penalty there would be an imbalance. I grinned with one more question to go. “I summon this pet wolf…”
“That's what dropped isn't it; from the werewolves?” He asked and I nodded. There was a loud whistle let out. “What was the color?”
“Green,” Mysti said, “Got him circling my core, his question is my question too.”
“Damn the blue version is the alpha wolf. The green one is still awesome and easy to level. Go do a fetch quest for bunnies and he will be ten in no time. What is the question?”
“If Sharky gets killed while out what happens?” Mysti asked.
“You named your wolf Sharky… I like your lass. Ah, fair question. Loses half his level and three hour regeneration timer. That is green, an hour per tier, but it’s the levels that has people collecting battle pets. They stair or floor up the pets up then shelf them for special occasions simply to reduce the risk of them dying and losing floors. Got a bunny and it gets ran over…” Drovka balled a hand and ran it over with his other palm. He paused for dramatic effect and then flung his fingers open that was meant to be a bunny exploding. “Poof the bunny goes back into the container and a day later to the moment - you can run the hopping sod over again.”
“Sounds interesting. Could do bunny summons and then fastest wolf to kill them. Hmm. You got me thinking of some neat concepts. Thanks Drovka I appreciate your time,” I said and waved goodbye.
“No problems, Barq will be downstairs in the morning. Pay his tab before you sit with him. Trust me.”
And with that tip, we entered the Drinking Jug. The place was quiet with it being a few hours to sunrise. A single portly lizardman was sweeping the floor. They wore a long vest that buttoned down the front and had a hole for the tail. Long pants and well-worn boots were on their feet and a friendly smile revealed some clean teeth.
“Mazzia at your service. What can I do for you?” Mazzia asked as they continued to sweep under a wiped down table.
“For now a snack, an ale, and hopefully a room with some bath water with a rag. Then in the morning a gnome named Barq is coming to be our guest. I need his tab covered on mine.” I said and shook the bags Zoey held. When I heard the rattle of coins I grabbed the extra-large purse. “Oh and we have a rhica stabled. Food and water for him too. How much?”
“Just me working for now. Two silver should cover it. Can Barq order his red wine? If so then three. He has an expensive vintage he likes,” Mazzia asked while setting the broom down and fetched a key from behind the worn bar with thousands of names carved in it. “Yes three silver to be safe.”
I reach in and found three silvers. I handed them over and a key was slotted into my hand.
“Third floor, I will quietly deliver your drink and snack in a few minutes. Bathing water is in the big closet with rags. The shit closet has the waste bucket. Keep the bucket in there please. Let’s see. Oh yes. There are cups for five and I will bring a pitcher of water. Another day is charged if you stay past midday. Thanks for coming to the Drinking Jug.”
I looked over the key and saw a three-five on it. I went to the stairs on the left side of the room and tried to gingerly step on them. I was two hundred and something pounds of muscle though. When the creaking ended and I got the damn lock unhinged I left the door open. I grabbed the unlit candle while Mysti and Zoey readied the room. A quick tilt of the candle against a hallway flame and the wick was lit. As it flickered light I set it on the round table with chairs for two. Yup, only one bed. I shrugged at this and licked my lips as Mazzia arrived with our food and drink.
We spent ten minutes eating with the door open. No one passed by our room and the extra light in helped us eat quickly. When I finished my bread with broth I chugged three cups of water and peed in the bucket. I flung my undershorts against the wall and worked the knot of my kilt belt. I closed the door before dropping my kilt. I eyed the ladies as I stripped naked.
I said one word. “Threesome?” and received two eager nods. I started to scrub myself while the girls went and peed. I flopped onto the single bed as Mysti washed a naked Zoey. Her red eyes shined in the candlelight as her tight body was scrubbed clean. Her small breasts jiggled slightly and her nipples were at attention as I watched. When it was Zoey’s turn to wash Mysti’s hourglass figure, she rushed the job. There were lots of bouncing titties and when they determined the washing was complete, they pounced on me.
I laid on my back and Zoey snatched my cock and stuck it in her mouth. She did something I never expected. She shoved it down her throat until her eyes watered. I raised my eyebrows at the impressive feat. My cock was very large and she gulped the whole thing down. She did have to r
ub her eyes dry after and gave a few chest hits with a cough. Mysti took over in a sensual blowjob and her tongue was magical.
Mysti paused as she spit on her hand and rubbed her swollen pussy lips. I did not think it was needed. The wafting smell of elvath desire brought a taste of candy with it. Mysti straddled my cock and then swirled her hips to embed me into her. Zoey straddled my face and I greedily licked her little pearl. The girls rubbed my hard toned muscles I had been perfecting in my prison.
My hands roamed over two types of bodies. One was soft, with smooth supple curves. My hand squeezed a Double D cannon of a titty as Mysti found a perfect spot to rotate my cock with. My other hand ran over hard abs and small perky tits. Zoey used my hand and my tongue to her advantage. We worked in tandem or was it threedom for ten minutes. Then Mysti turned on the purr of her vagina. My penis was pulled on tightly as my girth was contracted upon. She stuck both feet on the bed and slammed down hard on my dick. Zoey came from my tongue as Mysti orgasmed on my cock. I gave in and let my seed explode into Mysti. I snatched Mysti by the hips and drove into her as deep as I could as I started to soften from climax.
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