Treasure Revealed

by A. S. Etaski

  Her cunt clenched tight once around me then rippled as the rest of her shivered. Reishel reached between the mage’s legs; Gaelan’s cunt tightened on me as she yelped. The mage grew even more vocal as I plowed her and our Sister held pressure with her fingertips, circling and rubbing. Her hair draped down, covering her face.

  “Oh, I-I’m…gonna…!” Gaelan cried.

  ~Yes! Take this pole. Feel me!~

  “Ungh!”

  “Gaelan!” Reishel cried.

  As my Sister hit her peak hard and soon to tumble quickly down, I was afraid.

  For an instant, this act terrified me. This truth flashed across my face.

  ~I’m trapped. Your Goddess is stronger than me!~

  I shook my head, closed my eyes, the splinters still stabbing at my mind. No! Not afraid, won’t submit! No!

  I refused to go under!

  And nobody was there to make me.

  “Fuck, no,” I growled, pounding, wallowing in the scalding Elf slit kneeling before me.

  She gasped in surprise and my renewed vigor but fell into our rhythm again, clutching her pallet, grunting, tensing, working to rise again as I rubbed her hole raw for her. My cock sizzled with her magic, and her whole body seemed to meld with mine, much beyond the toy which connected us. I found something sustainable in the beating of our hearts, and I drifted there for a time.

  Yes. Yes… Yes!

  ~She is Tugren. Yet not Tugren…~

  My pace settled, grew steady. Gaelan climaxed again.

  Tugren. What is that? What?

  I knew no answer. There was no equivalent in the Davrin language, only a possessive feeling of want, spoken in my own voice, just slightly changed. I experienced a flash of memory then, of using a pickaxe to dig out raw gems from the tunnels.

  Are my eyes open or not? Am I awake or asleep?

  It didn’t seem to matter.

  The Dwarf wasn’t solely looking for gems but testing rock and soil for threads of an element the Tragar people used for psionic weapons.

  ~Very rare. Only used by those gifted ones. Only found by those with that gift, though others may help to mine it.~

  Is that why you were there?

  ~Yes. Often it lies where Davrin magic permeates the rock. We don’t know why, but there must be a reason. We must get closer to the Valsharess’ mad city to find what we seek. We must leave our Tugren for many cycles, but we always came back to reclaim her.~

  Why come this far? Why risk it?

  ~Too important to the forges, to our survival. This last-found spot had been promising… rich in the element, the closest to Sivaraus yet. Dangerous, but we must leave signs for others to follow. No area is abandoned by all, even if one of us never comes back—~

  “Sirana?”

  I turned my head.

  A second Tugren found my lips, covered them with hers. Sucked gently and let go.

  Goddess, yes…

  It was like a full drink of water when I needed only a few drops to continue living. My eyes closed as tension drained like poison from a lanced wound, I took a breath and a slower stroke of my cock inside the female before me. The fingers of the second female slipped down and behind me, between the cheeks of my bottom. They had been lubricated with her own juices.

  My eye opened, and I saw a Davrin as she touched my netherhole. A Davrin?

  I must have stared like I didn’t recognize her.

  “Sirana,” Reishel breathed, “it’s me.”

  Fingers circling my tight star, preparing to penetrate, and I liked it too much to remain confused. My relaxing pucker wasn’t hairy; I was smooth enough for any Elven tongue.

  I knew this as memories of so many Sisters tonguing my netherhole flooded back.

  It was me and my own memories.

  Sirana.

  No demons but us. There is no conflict here.

  This is not the wilderness of the Deepearth.

  We are safe. We are willing.

  My asshole yielded to a slender finger, not a stout Dwarven club. Then my Sister gave me two fingers, a twist of her wrist, and I sucked in my breath.

  So familiar, the sensation helped clear my throbbing head.

  “Reishel,” I groaned, my Feldeu still buried deep in another Sister. I spoke her name as well. “Gaelan.”

  “Sirana,” the mage sighed, sounding exhausted; her head hung down. “I’m sore now. A-are you done?”

  “I-I haven’t cum yet,” I said.

  But I remember why Kain had been where I found him.

  I wanted to laugh. Had I just done what my Elder wanted of me from the moment after I’d taken her, by surprise and by force?

  It seemed so.

  But the consequences of that would be later, when the Elder herself had time for me. Right now, as Gaelan’s cunt wrapped hot and tight around me, I knew what I wanted.

  I was myself; these impulses, these strange, worried thoughts were not me.

  After a few more deep breaths and more pleasure from both ends by my Sisters, the pain in my head began to subside.

  At last.

  “You were going at it for some time,” Reishel cooed, squeezing her fingers in and out of my back hole.

  “Mmm,” I said, trying to form a coherent thought inside the Sisterhood’s Cloister, not outside it.

  Now that I’d stopped fucking and held myself inside, Gaelan lifted her head and pushed herself up slowly, coming vertical on her knees and leaning back against me. The Feldeu was still inside her, and Reishel’s fingers were still inside me. My arms went around Gaelan, and I stretched to kiss the corner of her mouth when she turned her head toward me.

  “Worth it,” she murmured, like she expected to get in trouble for this.

  She’s probably right.

  “My turn,” Reishel urged, making me gasp as she shoved her knuckles in deep. “Come, Gael, she hasn’t cum yet.”

  A languid sigh. “Oh, alright.”

  Gaelan pushed her hips against me to fall forward, and Reishel’s fingers slipped lamentably from my back hole at the same time the mage crawled forward, pulling herself off my phallus so we could come apart. The dark pole still ached, even if my head no longer did, and I looked at the unfucked Sister beside me with narrowed eyes and a growing smile.

  “Your ‘turn,’ huh?” I said.

  A quick nod. “Been waiting.”

  Me, too.

  “On your back, then,” I growled, my lust coming through with a bit of threat. “Like you promised, horny slit.”

  With a deviant smile, Reishel obeyed, scooting into place to display herself on the pallet, her breasts flattening a little against her chest. Her hands lay even with her shoulders, palms turned up, and remained there as I kneeled upright between her open legs. Gaelan made room, setting herself up to watch.

  Before Reishel could reach down to help me, I took the Feldeu in three fingers of my left hand and guided it to my second, eager slit, pressing inside with obvious greed. Her mouth opened in a gasp, and I groaned as I felt the incredible warmth which surrounded me again.

  Feels different. The way her body held me.

  I settled down on my elbows, covering my surviving playmate for the second time in as many cycles. I was atop her; she wrapped legs around me, her hands still where I could see them. I reached for her wrists, braced myself. I started to fuck her in earnest, holding her down, biting her neck. She squeaked.

  This time, she said, don’t stop until you’ve cum.

  I sought to go deeper; I wanted more of those sounds, so I returned to my knees and pulled her legs up vertical so that her calves rested on my shoulders. Her bottom rose slightly off the pallet and her body folded as I leaned in, bracing my fists near her waist. I moved instinctively, thrusting in and out.

  Reishel’s eyes rolled, and she smiled, groaning. “Oh! Yes…”

  “Damn, Sirana,” Gaelan chuckled. “Getting the feel of it already?”

  As sur
e as the web, I was.

  Void take me… Goddess, so good!

  This moment lasted for me; Reishel seemed in no hurry for me to finish as she offered her tight cunt, and Gaelan alternated between touching herself and caressing me, sometimes slipping her hand down where my Sister and me connected. She whispered words I didn’t always catch; they might have been encouragement, or they could have been mage phrases which caused my magical toy to tingle even more.

  Or it could have been my imagination.

  After I’d gulped down this great helping of my own pleasure, I focused on Reishel’s face. I could believe she just needed to be fucked, and she didn’t care about anything else. She didn’t want to fight or to resist. She laid back, opened wide, and let me take her as I wanted, for as long as I wanted.

  She likes what I’m doing. She won’t fight me. Won’t try to kill me after…

  Small ripples passed through her a couple times; Reishel might have peaked but was subtle about it, biting her lip as if she didn’t want to distract me or Gaelan. Regardless, I saw it as I kept my gaze on her pretty face. Reishel never said my name, and she murmured encouragement only as wordless sounds. Her hands made the occasional affirmative gesture, silent and probably more reflex than conscious thought. She’d grown much slicker, and when I realized my thrusts had become repetitive, that was when I decided I wanted her other hole.

  I pulled out. “Turn over. Face down, ass up.”

  Reishel not only obliged but did so with a spring and a suppressed peep of delight.

  I slapped her haunch as I reclaimed my feet, standing above her. “I heard that.”

  She arched her back, opening her ass into the slap. “Sorry, Sister!”

  Gaelan chuckled as Reishel presented to us, waving her dark bottom, and I quirked my brow at my smug elder Sister.

  “You’re next, Gael,” I tossed casually before looking to Reishel’s crack, already wetted from our coupling thus far.

  “Only if Reish’s mouth cleans you well enough,” she challenged with a smirk. “Because I’m not taking it in the ass from you. You’ll have to rub my cunt raw again, little Sister.”

  I grinned. “Oh, you’ll be waddling afterward, Gaelan. Guaranteed.”

  Both Sisters snickered, had their fingers pressed to their clits as I prepared Reishel’s netherhole. She didn’t ask for any special lubricant; she remained compliant to my whim and will. I used my saliva and more of her own wetness to prepare both her ring and my phallus. I did not use my fingers on her as she had on me. We had both been well-trained by the Sisterhood, and I knew her purple pucker yielded readily to such familiar pressure—no prior stretching required.

  “Open up, Reish,” I cooed as I crouched above her, legs wide and my weight braced as I nudged the head of the Feldeu into her crevice. I squatted to grip her shoulder with one hand, her hip with another, and pressed my hips forward, opening her up with steady force. Before I could expect it, the tip popped inside. And held.

  “Yyyes!” Reishel squealed, shivering, waiting.

  By the Eights, her body was hot! The tightness purely divine. I paused, teasing her for a startling moment before I pushed deeper. Her ruby eyes flew wide, and she moaned the loudest yet, her mouth slack and salivating a little.

  “Sirana…!”

  I wanted to get every bit inside, all the way, and to hold it there before I began reaming her. I wanted her to feel how fully she was taken. She obliged me, holding still, waiting for me to start pleasuring us both. The self-throttling of my other Sister grew audible to my left; Gaelan panted as she watched us.

  I heard the boot steps only as they stopped outside our door.

  “Fuck,” Gaelan breathed.

  We froze in place, Reishel’s ring clenching once around my invading shaft. I glanced at Gaelan, making no noise as she crept up beside me.

  Who’s there? Should we ask?

  Then Lead Jaunda’s voice rumbled through the door, and my heart leaped.

  “Finish up and put on your pants, you two. I got work for you to do.”

  She’s back!

  I felt my cock throb, and Reishel’s hole seemed to quiver a little in response. Gaelan and I exchanged glances, perhaps wondering the same thing: Is the Aurenthin still alive?

  Jaunda gave no hint as she struck the door, and Gaelan’s Ward wavered. “Gaelan!”

  “Yes, Lead!” she blurted. “We hear you. We’ll be out!”

  Reishel had put her fist in her mouth to prevent making noise as I pulled halfway out and sank back inside her to soothe the ache of my arousal.

  “Two ticks,” our Lead warned, “then I come in and drag you out.”

  She sounded rather hopeful about that outcome.

  I still needed the release so badly, however, I couldn’t stop now. I thrust a few times with more determination, and Reishel tried to swallow her moans as she pulled her fist from her mouth.

  “Do it harder,” she whispered, gripping the nearest blanket, “please, Sirana, shred me… you’ve got two ticks.”

  And we couldn’t even talk about what might happen if Jaunda told D’Shea about what the three of us were doing.

  I started my final wallow, enjoying this tight, receptive hole. Reishel stuffed the blanket into her mouth, biting down, and one of her hands disappeared between her legs. I felt her fingers brush my inner thigh once before settling and rubbing at her own snatch.

  Candle’s burning. Come on, fuck the Abyss out of her.

  My tempo increased until the only sounds were the slapping of our flesh and the muffled grunts and groans from a filled mouth. As vocal as I’d been before, my mouth sagged open but was silent in anticipation and in dread of a returning pain.

  Fuck…fuck…!

  There was one sharp, lancing stab in my head when I climaxed. My vision swam and went black, and I released one, long moan, low and gruff. Reishel’s netherhole still clutched tightly, coaxing a few more shudders from me as I came down.

  Jaunda hadn’t burst through the door.

  Made it.

  “We have to get ready,” Gaelan said, moving forward to hasten the disconnect by planting a palm on my chest and pushing back.

  I didn’t resist because I enjoyed how the Feldeu was squeezed out of Reishel’s shitter as we parted. The sensation forced a loud, twin gasp between us. I couldn’t help but want a glimpse of my partner’s swollen anus while I had the chance, after I’d used it in such a way. I felt a strange glee in seeing—even briefly—the way it gaped open and winked while closing back up. I also noticed just how much fluid coated Reishel’s inner thighs; clear and glossy from her own cunt, stringy where a thread hung from her dripping netherlips to her leg.

  She enjoyed taking it hard.

  Such satisfaction and pride.

  Then the mage leaned in, taking firm hold of her property. She was already dressed.

  “Ularantha,” Gaelan chanted.

  I gasped in shock as I felt the Feldeu disconnect inside me; she waved her hand in front of my face before tugging with one hand.

  “Sirana, relax, let me take it out. We can’t have thirty flicks before Jaunda will be in here.”

  I nodded, memorizing how she’d said that word as we eased the bulb out of my sex, finally detaching the phallus completely. Reishel and I had to move quickly, staggering over to the wash basin; we felt the urgency deep now. The washing was barely more than a wiping down, and we scrambled to get back into our uniforms.

  We were half-dressed when Jaunda returned, breaking that Ward with ease and opening the door. The three of us stopped like statues as our Lead stepped inside, Gaelan at attention, me bootless and cloakless, and Reishel just securing those. The big grin on the Lead’s face covered any surprise.

  “Well!” Jaunda said, looking us up and down, and I glimpsed Lawret and Berayla peeking in as well. “Was looking for you, Reishel. Nice to catch you here. Let me guess, you gotta start over at the bottom?”

  “Le
ad,” Reishel bowed, catching the other two in the respectful gesture as her movement never faltered. She finished dressing before me, securing her belt and stepping closer to the door. “For the time being, yes. Prime’s decision.”

  “Fun,” Lawret remarked, her and Sister Berayla now standing in the door frame. She looked over Reishel with new eyes. “A novice with experience?”

  “I’ve seen worse fates,” Jaunda said, then focused on me as the only one not ready. “Come on, sweetlips, time to go.”

  “Yes, Lead.” I hopped on one leg, just got my foot in my boot and stamped it down to settle in place. I started on the leather lace. “What of Aurenthietti? Did she pass?”

  Is she alive?

  Jaunda tilted her head at an odd angle where her tapered ear seemed even longer, surrounded by short hair. The other Sisters watched for her response; even Lawret and Berayla appeared not to know the answer to that question. I was the first to ask her outright.

  “Care whether she did or not, huh?” my Lead said.

  I glanced at Reishel and back, finished one boot and started on the other. “We need more Sisters, don’t we, Lead?”

  Jaunda followed my thought. “If they’re right for us, yeah. Still gotta pass trials.”

  I pressed her as I stomped my other foot. “Did Elder Rausery’s choice survive the Prime, after what we saw in the training room? Does she breathe?”

  “I wouldn’t think so,” Berayla remarked. “Too recalcitrant.”

  “Snarls like a beast at any authority,” Lawret agreed with a snicker. “Like all Aurenthin I’ve met. The Prime might like to play with them, but she doesn’t take them on.”

  “There are more of them here than you’d think, Sister,” Reishel said, her voice a bit quiet. “Sisterhood before House, always. They learn not to draw focus.”

  To survive, she might have added.

  Jaunda listened to us but was still watching me as I finished lacing. “Can’t wait to get off the bottom?”

  “Maybe.” I grinned, reaching for my belt and weapons. “I know I’d enjoy having that ass around.”

  The Lead heard her own words spoken back and snorted.

  “If you’re not allowed to say, Lead, I withdraw the question,” I added, cinching my belt. “If I’ve overstepped, I’ll undo all of this and spread my ass for you, Lead, right now. Just give the order.”