Wizardquest Chapter 22: The Journey Home Pt. 1

Selene raced you through the mountains, snow whipping past your face as you traveled far, far faster than poor Mr. Ed ever could have, even with your lightened load. You didn’t really mind though, being held in Selene’s arms as she jumps through the trees and snowbanks, her paws springing lightly off as she moved.

She said that her strength was dimished, but you had to wonder, because she didn’t seem to tire at all as she carried you. You asked her about it and she merely shrugged and said that she was plenty strong enough before, so perhaps it didn’t really effect her as much as the others. She did assure you that you didn’t make some kind of pact with the god of the dead for nothing, but whatever, maybe this turned out for the best.

She still has strong, warm arms.

You feel the rush of cold air hit your reddened cheeks again and you wince before Selene stops, landing lightly upon the branches of a large fir tree, her tails working as stablizers to in order to keep both of you from falling. She gently lets you down so you can stretch out and the two of you stare out at the early evening mountains and you realize this is almost near the place you viewed the sunset with Saya and the others.

The two of you stand there, basking in the sun as it slowly slipped down past the horizon. You gently place your arm around her waist, doing your best not to fall, and pull her in close to you. She gently lays her head on your shoulder and you feel her ear twitch gently across your neck as she snuggles in close to you.

“I haven’t been this content in awhile…” She murmurs, sighing in relief.

You think about it for a moment and then nod. “It’s like… our worries are behind us, you know? For the past… gods, it feels like seven months, all I’ve been thinking about is traveling and moving after goals, whether the Galmathorian glass or after the elixir… It’s odd to feel like there’s nothing pressing on you, you know?”

“Yeah…” Selene whispers, nuzzling your neck.

“Uh, you do still need to get back to Sanctifrond and make sure the Aspirant doesn’t die. Maybe fix some teeth, work on the lizard’s legs, you know, nothing major.” Delilah says, still attached to your belt.

Selene frowns, looking down at the head. “Really, I don’t see why you wanted to come along, you’re just so negative.”

“Well, I am technically undead.”

“Point.” Selene mutters before sighing and standing straighter. “The head is right, I suppose we should continue then.” She moves to pick you up as a sharp blast of wind slaps you across the face and you shiver in response.

“Ugh.. maybe traveling in the night up here isn’t the best idea.” you say, groaning.

Selene chuckles, “Oh it’s fine, I can see in the dark well enough, and if you get cold, I can always warm you up…” For emphasis, she pulls you into her chest and you feel a soft warmth spread through your face as you press up on her. You feel yourself blush a little as her breasts sandwich you a little, their soft, yet firm embrace keeping you transfixed against her and sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine. You consider snuggling closer to her when she pulls you back some, shivering.

“Okay, that may have been a bad idea, you’re practically freezing, love.”

You shudder with a chill, cursing your darn frozen face for ruining that. Bah. She had a point though, you were really, really cold. You shake your head, thinking about what to do. You could always go back to El Dorito, that was nice and warm all the time, but for some reason you kind of wanted to stay alone with Selene. Well, as alone as you could be with a severed head and two dead monster souls, but hey, whatever.

You look off and see a chunk of snow fall off the tree, hitting the ground in a “thwump,” and your eyes go wide as you have an idea. You look about, cocking your head slightly as you try to get your bearings, which is rather difficult honestly, being that the mountains all kind of look the same to you, but you spot a little familiar landmark…

You point in the distance and Selene follows your direction, squinting. You nod before saying, “There’s a cave somewhere around here, a yeti lives there, she should be amiable to letting us stay the night.”

Selene gives you a sideways glance before raising an eyebrow. “You’ve been staying with Yetis hmm?”

You roll your eyes and pinch her cheek slightly. Goshes were you bold these days. “Oh come now, nothing happened or else I wouldn’t have been able to kill a dragon, would I?”

“We, we killed a dragon.” Selene says, a smirk on her lips.

You roll your eyes. “Okay, okay, WE.” You shiver again. “Anyway, her name is Fran, lets hurry up before I become a fruit flavored ice treat.”

Selene chuckles and picks you up again, diengaging her tails before leaping off toward the destination.

It didn’t take terribly long before you find a tall, lone figure standing in the snow, surrounded by what looked like tiny little trees that danced around in strange, rhythmic fashion. You and Selene both look at each other a little curiously before landing in the middle of the pile, next to the larger creature.

Your entrance surprised all of them and everyone takes a reflexive step back as Selene whips her tails about, poised and ready to strike at whatever comes near as she reflexively defends you. For your part, you have your staff ready and roaring to go, and you carefully scan about the outside of the circle at the dancing trees which, on closer inspection, were obviously monsters.

They seemed to be garbed in large, white cloaks with glowing red eyes and horns that covered a much smaller looking monster who resembled a little girl, although with the depths of the cloak, it was difficult to see terribly much within. They gibbered about amongst themselves, clearly not knowing what to do, giving you the opportunity to look up at the larger monster to see, with relief, that it was Fran.

“Fran, are you alright?” You say, making a menacing gesture to one of the little things that took a step forward, gibbering, before stepping back with a little hooting noise.

Fran looks at you and Selene with a stunned expression. You snap your fingers and she sudden shakes herself, seeming to come back into reality.

“W…wha? Wizard? Is that you? What are you doing here?” She asks, stammering some as she tries to wrap her head around things.

“Oh you know, having a fun little trip in the snow.” You say with a flippant tone, “But what the hell are these little monsters?”

Fran looks to the creatures and frowns. “Wendigos, annoying little things, they pester everyone out here.”

At this, one of the wendigos hops forward but is slapped upside the hood by one of Selene’s tails and it flies back, muttering as its friends swarm around it. They look back to Selene before squabbling about and then fleeing. You all watch as they go before collectively loosening the tension about you, Selene dropping her tails into a relaxed manner and you lowering your staff.

Fran sighs, putting a fuzzy hand to her chest. “Thank the gods, those things can be SO ANNOYING.” she shakes her head. “I tell them every week, no, I don’t want to go build a snow fort with them.”

You and Selene exchange flat glances before looking at Fran who seems oblivious. “So! What brings you and uh…” She looks at Selene before smiling some, “Your lady friend, out here?”

You shiver, the night air starting to pierce your very coat. “We were hoping to find somewhere to stay the night.”

Fran nods her head, beaming. “Well I’d be just pleased to let you into my little cave! Come on then, we best be going before those wendigos come back, and in greater numbers.”

She starts trudging through the snow like it was nothing, and the two of you follow after her, the cold air biting at both you.

You reach the cave a little while later, and Selene starts a fire quickly, the two of you basking in the beautiful warmth of the destructive flames. You sigh in relief as you feel your numb extremities begin to thaw, your robes hanging over the fire , drying the wet snow off them. Fran busies herself making a little meal of fresh river fish from the nearby streams. You wondered how she caught them, but apparently that’s a trade secret for only yetis to know.

Selene whispers to you that they flail about in the water until they catch some. It’s not really secret.

Soon enough, all three of you are munching on baked fish, and Fran sighs out contentedly, patting her exposed belly.

“Ahhh, nothing like good fish, right?” Not even waiting for you to answer she waves the stick her fish was impaled on, smiling. “Soooo, this is the lovely lady you spoke of huh? Well good for you!” She raises an eyebrow, “The two of you uh… you knoooooow.”

“Had sex? No, not yet.” Selene says, polishing off her meal before tossing the remains into the fire. “Soon though, oh ho, soon.” One of her tails brushes against your back in a slow, sensuous motion.

You flush some at that and cough into your hand. “Ahem, uhm, anyway, Fran have you noticed anything… I don’t know, strange over the past day or two?”

Fran thinks for a moment, tapping her chin with a finger. “Uhm, not really. I mean there was this big explosion at the keep near here which was really loud and cool, but otherwise not really.” She shrugs. “It snowed again?”

Selene asks, slowly, “Do you feel.. weaker?”

Fran cocks her head, thinking. “Maybe? I went to go pick up a boulder and throw it at a deer but it was too heavy so instead I picked up a log, which normally aren’t that heavy, but this one must be made of hardwood…” She giggles for a moment. “Anyway, it was heavier than normal, but I still threw it!” She looks down, pouting. “I missed it though.”

You and Selene look to each other before nodding. Perhaps it really had worked…

“Thank you Fran.” You say before stretching and leaning back. You notice how she looks at Selene with a longing gesture, and you remember her speech about being lonely. You feel a little pang in your heart at these words before you look down and sigh.

“Fran, have you ever considered leaving the mountains?”

She blinks, seeming startled. “Leave? Oh no, no I couldn’t… do that.” She says, mumbling.

“What about to find a husband?”

She looks aside before sighing. “It’s not like I haven’t thought about it…” She rubs at her arm. “What if someone else got trapped in an avalanche out here and no one was there to help them? I don’t think I could live with myself if I let someone die because of that…”

You and Selene look to each other before Selene sighs, a soft smile on her face. You nod your head before thinking about it for a moment. “That’s very admirable…very admirable indeed. Still…” You sigh. “Maybe the hero could put in a good word about the north now, maybe some people might come up here to explore, ski, whatever.”

You look up into her eyes, “Of course, there’s many dangers out here, someone may be needed to help keep them safe in case there are any accidents…”

Fran blinks before realization hits her and a large grin splits her face.

You and Selene prepare to leave quickly as the morning sun rises in the sky. You both bid your farewells to Fran who gives you a big hug, much to the chagrin of Selene, who then receives her own big hug, the pressure seemingly just as bone breaking as before, before Selene picks you up and the two of you continue again on your trek.

It’s a fairly boring trek after that point, the two of you merely chatting about various things, mostly of the gaps in your adventure that Selene missed. Sure, she had read your cyan weaving, but she wanted to hear it straight from the horse’s mouth as it was. By the late morning you begin to leave the snow and return to the cool, but tolerable lands at the base of the mountains. You reach the point in your tale where you talk about the adventure in the Juliant manor around lunch and Selene frowns while munching on a heated bread pouch, one that you had held from El Dorito. Not the exploding with magic kind, as you didn’t really feel having a sticky explosion inside of Selene.

Well, not like that anyway.

As you have this thought, your mind drifts off to certain thoughts and you look over at Selene who currently has a long string of cheese in her mouth, slowly pulling it from the heated bread pouch in a slow, sensuous motion. You flush you realize that she knows you’re watching, but she continues the motion. You feel yourself begin to grow a little hard, okay maybe more than a little, and you cough into your hand, feeling like a 15 year old who just discovered the dirty sections of the communion matrix.

Selene slurps up the strand before licking her lips and then turning a predatory glance toward you, her eyes sparkling. You feel your heart beating fast as she crawls toward you, her face looking up into yours as she says slowly,

“Ara ara, jumping around like this has made me awfully thirsty for a little something thick and rich…” She traces a finger along your chest, and you feel your heartbeat increase even more as she lazily draws slowly downward. She looks up at you innocently and asks,

“Do you think you have anything like that?”

You gulp and lick your lips. You had dreamed of things like this, even jacking off to it once, so long ago. It almost felt surreal, like you were in a daze as you reply in an uncharacteristically husky voice, “Yeah, I think I do. Yo…you’ll have to work for it though.”

She squeals a little before using her tails to quickly remove your belt and trousers, exposing your erect shaft to the mid-day air. Without even thinking, she gently removes Delilah and tosses her aside again, much to Delilah’s annoyance. Selene’s eyes twinkle and she reaches out to grasp you with one of her furry hands, preparing you for the excitement to come.

You feel a shock of pleasure spread through you as she slowly begins to slide up and down your manhood, her dexterous movements sending a pulse through you every time they gently slide across your head, her fur tickling your shaft while she moved through what seemed like slow, lazy motions. She looks up into your eyes, using one of her tails to slowly move a strand of hair out of her face before she lowers her head down toward you, kissing the tip softly with her lips, the smooth, soft embrace making you shiver in delight.

She takes her tongue and gently glides it around the head, using little undulating motions that make your cock twitch in delight, the delicate motions slowly making their way along the underside, sending up little jolts of electricity and making your hips tingle. She looks up at you, smiling, before she lowers her full mouth upon you.

You gasp as you feel a warm, wet suction upon your member as Selene begins giving you a blowjob. You feel yourself almost trying to force yourself into her as she works her tongue in rhythmic motions while sliding her head up and down your shaft, each time she plunges forward causing you to gasp in pleasure. The feeling was compounded by the fact that one of her incredibly fluffy tails had wrapped around the base of your penis, and it was slowly constricting in time with her head motions, multiplying the pleasure.

You feel your cock begin to twitch as a stream of pre-cum begins to leak from the tip, the liquid only furthering Selene’s work upon you. You feel her begin to increase in intensity and you watch in fascination as she removes her tail and then swallows the entirely to your cock into her mouth.

You grunt at the sudden motion, the unexpected feeling making something familiar well up within you and you gasp out, rather suddenly, “Shit, Selene, I’m about to..!”

She doesn’t relent however, and you feel the surge within you spill out violently as the years of pent-up emotions spill out of you in a tidal wave of cum, ejecting forth from your cock right down Selene’s throat. You feel with each pulse of jizz a wave of ecstasy wash over you and you almost thrust yourself into her mouth in some instinctual bid to force it as deep into her as possible.

She makes no move to stop, merely closing her eyes as you impregnate her mouth, your sticky juices pumping into her until after what seemed like an eternity, you subside into a mild aftershock, where she then slowly releases her hold upon your cock, freeing the beast from her mouth with a soft, popping slurp, a thin line of semen connecting your penis to her mouth and she gently follows it, pulling the sole survivor from its position with a small yank that make your tip tingle before she smiles and uses a hand to cover her mouth and swallows all of it.

She shivers in delight before making a small tittering noise. You feel a wave of pleased weariness come over you at the sudden feelings and you sigh out in content relief as Selene snuggles up next to you, pressing herself in close, you wrapping an arm around her.

“So…” She murmurs, cheeks still flushed in excitement and lust at doing the deed, “How was it?”

“Gods damn, I can see why Solos tried to keep wizards from having anything to do with sex, that’s dangerously addicting.”

Selene chuckles, “Ara… I take it you liked it then. Well, let me tell you this…” she pulls up close to your head and whispers, her breath tickling your ear, “Sex is way better.”

You feel your cheeks heat up as a primal surge of energy flares up within you, wanting to just take Selene and pin her down, forcing yourself inside her. The thought seemed so powerful, but you restrain yourself with mild effort, as you see Selene’s ear twitching, her face suddenly annoyed. You narrow your eyes and listen, until you hear in the distance the sound of hooves beating on the path, and Selene quickly cleans you up with her mouth in expert motions before you pull up your pants and the two of your dash out of sight behind some bushes

You watch as a centaur, a pretty little thing, some kind of pony-breed, rides past, her expression rather mute, as if she was just going along her day. As she approaches the bushes you were hiding in she stops, sniffing the air. She frowns before looking about and then muttering to herself before dashing forward, apparently not wanting to bother with anything out here. You and Selene merely watch as she leaves before you sigh.

“I’m actually not certain why we were hiding to be honest.”

Selene shrugs, “No reason not to, besides, it could have been anything on the road.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Anything with hooves eh?”

Selene rolls her eyes and sticks out her tongue, “Whatever, it could have been an ogre with a pair of coconuts, you don’t know.”

“Okay, sure.” You say, taking her hand and rising. You look about for a moment, and recognizing that you’re close to the Juliant manor. You feel a sort of… odd tingling go through you as you remember that place. Not exactly what you’d like to remember, especially since that maid was still there, the one who went and survived a plasma blast without any apparently damage.

“Hey, let’s visit that manor, I’ve heard of it, but I never had a reason to visit the place.” Selene says, as if reading your mind.

You sigh. Oh good.

A short while later, you land before the gates of the Juliant estate, which stand wide open, apparently unconcerned with the fact that trespassers may come on by. Maybe Xanthia was lonely, or maybe she just didn’t care. You felt it was the latter, as long as the trespassers weren’t unruly. That would not end well, you were certain.

You and Selene carefully walk through the gates in under the early afternoon sky, the landscape seeming just as disturbing as it did before, although you weren’t jumping at every shadow, since you knew the ghosts were gone at least. Still…

“Careful Selene, the maid could be anywhere on the ground here, she could even be under us at this very moment.” You say, walking with an air of forced calm, even though you felt very nervous.

Selene rolls her eyes and takes your hand, giving you a half-hearted smile. “Oh, look at you, getting so worked up over nothing. It’ll be fine.”

“The cat’o nine tails is correct Master Wizard, should I wish to have ended your existence, I would have done so long ago.”

The two of you jump, Selene giving a little squeaking noise before whipping about, tails readied to strike, you with your staff glowing with magic

Xanthia merely stood there behind you, hands clasped before her at her waist, that disturbing smile on her face as she looked over the both of you. “Welcome back, please come inside, I have refreshments ready.”

You gulp slightly, remembering what the refreshments were made of. “We… we’ll be fine, thank you.”

She doesn’t move an inch, but her eyes seem to slide toward yours and suddenly her expression seems like the most horrifying thing you’ve ever seen in your life. You begin to shiver and shake, your mouth going dry as she politely smiles at you. You try to summon your [Inner guardian] but this wasn’t a mental attack, not this time.

This was just Xanthia.

“I insist.” She says, smiling sweetly.

You nod your head meekly in defeat.

You carefully sip the tea Xanthia handed you and it tastes utterly delicious, which is just wrong. Selene sighs in delight as she sips her tea with one of her tails, a content look upon her face as Xanthia stands before you in the sitting room, the couches appearing just as they had before. It hadn’t been that long since you were last here, but for some reason all of the paintings seemed to have a little less color than they had before. You didn’t really want to elaborate on why that was.

“So, miss… Xanthia, was it?” Selene asks, placing her cup down on her saucer. “I am only passably familiar with your species… Shoggoth, was it not?”

Xanthia nods her head politely. “That is correct Madam Selene. I was born of a ritual performed by my lady after her transformation using the souls of many that she had kept trapped in the confines of these halls.”

You cough, choking on your tea as she says something like that so… candidly. She didn’t seem at all concerned by this at all, and nor did Selene, to your mild discomfort, as she nods her head in understanding.

“Of course, there are a few monsters born of less than natural means. Normally they do not sustain themselves as well as you seem to.”

Xanthia nods again at Selene, her smile never changing as one of her tentacles refills your love’s cup. “That is true indeed. I do not know the means of the ritual used, but I remember being created and setting upon my tasks. It is a good life.”

You look down into your cup before looking back to Xanthia. “So why do you stay here? Your lady is gone…” You wince for a moment, “Sorry about that…”

Xanthia’s smile seems to falter for only a moment before she resumes her normal expression. “She had been unwell for quite some time. Perhaps it was the best medicine for her soul to be reunited in death with her husband. As for myself, I do not have any other purpose, nor do I search for one. I am content.”

You nod your head at her, but she continues to speak again, catching you off guard. “Master Wizard, if I may be so bold, where are your traveling companions, and your daughter?”

You look at her quizzically before answering, “They are somewhere safe and warm.”

“Ah, of course, forgive my outburst, I was merely curious.” She bows her head. “I had wished to speak with your daughter again though, as it is rare to see another like myself.”

You look to Selene who merely sips at her tea. You frown, some concern in your voice as you reply, “What would you wish to speak with her about?”

“Merely to astern how she treats life, the world around her. I am afraid our last encounter may have shaken her, but I saw that she is not quite used to her body as it is, although her mind is sound. I had hoped perhaps to speak with her about such things. Perhaps over the course of time.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What, like a boarding school?”

Xanthia’s eyes seem to flicker, as if in concentration. “Perhaps that is an adequate term.”

Selene lets out a small chuckle into her teacup as you consider the implications of sending your daughteru to live with some kind of eldritch horror for a period of time. You feel terror on multiple levels at doing such a thing, but if she could learn to control herself without the need for what is essentially a crutch, wouldn’t that be the best thing for her? You look to Selene again for help and she shrugs.

“Why don’t you just ask her? Maybe she’ll like it.”

You think deeply in concentration for a long time before you say, shakily, “I…I’ll talk with her about it after we reach Sanctifrond.”

Xanthia bows deeply and you can swear her smile seems a little more real somehow.

You leave a little later that afternoon, not at all wanting to stay overnight. Selene thinks you’re overreacting but you still shake a little thinking about being in the same house as Xanthia overnight. It was a legitimate fear, anyone had to admit, and if they didn’t admit it, they were basically lying to themselves out of sheer terror.

Or they were Selene. But she’s special.

So, you continued through the late afternoon, hopping along the trails like some kind of cat tailed….bunny… or something, whatever, and as night begins to slowly worm it’s way back into the world. As the sun starts to set, you hear the beating of hooves again and Selene moves to pull the two of you out of the way but stops, thinking. “Wait… those are normal horses.”

“Are you sure?” You ask, giving her a sarcastic look, “They could be ogres with coconuts.”

“Hush.” She says, bopping you on the head. You grumble a little as three horseman ride up toward you, encircling the two of you with weapons drawn, their stances wary.

You notice at once that they wear the uniform of Fort Carlsbad, similar to that of Carla’s, which made them scouts. Apparently they decided to travel in groups now instead of just going alone, which was probably the smartest move they could make. You see them looking you over critically before one speaks, a young man with short, groomed hair and an air of nobility, obviously the one in command.

“Identify yourselves this instant or be attacked as enemies in a time of war!” he shouts, his blade leveled at you.

Selene rolls her eyes. Should it come to a battle, they wouldn’t stand a chance against either of you, but they didn’t seem to know that quite yet. Still, bloodshed would get you nowhere, so you raise your hands in a non-threatening gesture, still holding Chaika just in case.

“We mean you no harm. I am a Wizard, and this is my…” You pause for a moment and Selene gives you an anticipatory stare. You gulp a little as you say slowly, “My wife-to-be, Selene.”

You see Selene blink in rapid succession, obviously stunned by you outright saying that in a time like this, and you yourself seem a little perplexed that you went and said it also. Goshes you really have gotten bold.

The man points at your belt, “Why do you have a head on your belt?”

Delilah looks up and him, “I have a name you know.”

The man shakes in surprise as one of the other soldiers rides up to the officer and whispers in his ear, causing him to frown and look at you more critically. “Wizard huh? The same one that brought that abomination into the fort?”

Oh right. That. “Uhh… well, you see those were extenuating circumstances and…”

The man grits his teeth, “Where is the hero and the others you traveled with.”

You wave your arms, “Woah, woah, easy now, easy now! Look, Blake is fine, everyone is okay for now, but we need to get to Sanctifrond for medical treatment after our battle with the Monster Lady.”

The man snorts, “Battle with the monster lady? Hah! As if you’d survive that.”

Selene moves in close to you, her stare icy cold as she looks into the eyes of the rider. “Oh, he killed the bitch, I can assure of you that. I should think that your Commander would love to hear how you attacked the man who stopped this coming war in its tracks.”

The officer returns Selene’s stare for as long as he dared before looking away, making an annoyed noise. “Ugh… who are you anyway?”

“Selene, or as you might know me as “The Hunter.”

All three of the soldiers inhale sharply, their hands starting to shake. The officer slowly licks his lips before taking a deep breath and slowly sheathing his sword. “I… I see. This way then…”

Selene gives a predatory smile that makes you feel at once proud and terrified as she coos out, “Good boy…”

“Let me get this straight.” Commander Creador says, elbows resting on the table before him, hands clasped together before his face. “You want me to believe that the Monster Lady is dead and that the hero and his retinue are in a mystical Wizard-land called ‘El Dorito’ as you make your way to Sanctifrond to see the High Hospitalier for treatment of your wounded.”

You nod, “That’s pretty much it, yeah.”

You and Selene sat in a small interrogation room, closed and barred off from the rest of the fortress, a ring of guards around you, your staff held off to the side while the Commander sat before you, still bearing bandages from his earlier wounds inflicted by you and Saya. He sighs and shakes his head a few times before pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I can’t tell if you’re idiots or heroes.”

Selene quirks an eyebrow and all the guards get a little twitchy in the room. You see the construct and the sorcerer from before glaring at you, ready to attack on a word, but they don’t do anything, not yet, as Selene leans forward, staring at the man.

“I’d watch your tone. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve leveled part of this fortress.”

Creador, to his credit, merely waves a dismissive hand. “I don’t doubt you’re a Temple Guardian, but don’t think you can intimidate me.”

Selene flashes a smile of respect before continuing, “You’ve surely noticed the massive monsters have started to disperse into infighting or simply wandering around without any control. They’ve only been leaderless for a few days now, but without control they’re a loose mob. You’ve probably already heard of minor skirmishes and attacks on outlying provinces, haven’t you?”

The commander gives you a level look before nodding slowly, “Aye, that’s the truth of it. We’ve been a little short-handed, but it’s manageable. The monsters seem disoriented too, because they don’t seem to put up nearly as much of a fight as before. Hells, I heard of a single a man fight down a minotaur on his own. Generally it requires at least three people to put one down.”

You and Selene trade knowing glances and Creador furrows his brow. “This was your doing, hmm?”

“It was.” You say, nodding your head “But I can’t really explain it, just know that… things will change.”

The Commander grunts before sighing. “Well, I don’t have the power to really detain you, nor do I really care to do so. You’re free to go, as soon as possible.”

He seems to think of something for a moment. “Where did that abomination go anyway?”

You frown at the mention of your daughter as an abomination, but you just shake your head. “She… was too unstable, she didn’t make it on the journey.”

Creador shakes his head, “For the best I think. Well anyway, you can stay the night under lock and key, or you can get out.”

Selene raises an eyebrow. “Lock and key, huh?”

Creador grunts again, “Fine, whatever. Do what you want.” He goes to rise when you raise a hand, “Excuse me, Commander?”

He turns, giving you a glare which you let slide off you as you continue. “Yes, well, you see, I noticed last time I was here that you had multiple old constructs in your warehouse, that were gathering dust.”

“Yes, and you took one with you, speaking of which, where is it?”

“Destroyed by a dragon, anyway I will require two more.”

He narrows his eyes in suspicion. You shrug, “You weren’t using them, right? So just let me have them.”

The sorcerer in the corner grinds his teeth as you thumb toward him. “He’s not bright enough to use them either.” You turn and flash your teeth at the man. “Or did you want a pit fight? Cause I can assure you that a pit-fight would be neat to see.”

The man’s eyes flare up before Creador just walks out of the room, not even acknowledging you. You call after him, “Is that a yes?”

“Fuck off.”

You look to Selene, giving her a toothy grin as she rolls her eyes, “I think that’s a yes.”

A short while and a fair amount of bullying of warehouse guards later, you stand again inside the old, dusty warehouse filled with relics of the past. Selene giggles as she stares at some of the treasure, relating to you stories about how grand or worthless each treasure actually was. Most of them were pretty worthless honestly, but you already knew that. The real treasures were the constructs, which you pull the curtains off of again, revealing three units, all of older make.

Harmony and Chaika both whistle some as you reveal these units, which maybe you should have gone shopping for before, because these ones were much sleeker, and smoother than even the one that Harmony had beforehand. You look down at one, seeing that while it didn’t have eyes, merely a visor over a flat mouth, it had what could be honestly considered a very curvy bipedal body. You checked it over to see that it was in functioning condition before looking at the others. One was a large, hulking construct that seemed made of multiple layers of adamantium, the other a delicate looking thing with a small, lithe frame that when you inspected further had a set of what looked of sails attached to the back of it. You and Selene pulled it out, finding it was surprisingly light and small, and found it to be mostly intact, although one of the sails was ripped and torn.

“By the gods, I remember this unit, I shot it out of the air as it was battling a harpy division. Damn thing nearly electrocuted half of the flyers before it was grounded out of commission.”

Harmony seems incredibly giddy about the prospect and you inspect it to find that it too was intact.

{Well?} You say to Harmony, looking it up and down. {What about it?}

{Oh, oh oh, wings! Wings!} Is all she says, and you almost get some kind of sugar imbalance from her positivity. you look over at the other unit, the sleek and sexy model before Chaika mutters,

{What’s the point of looking this one over, she likes the other one.}

{Well, obviously this one is for you.} You say, as if it was well and truly obvious.

Chaika seems stunned at these words, merely going silent before she whispers in your mind, {You’d truly do that for me?}

{Why not? You’ve proven yourself through this adventure.} You smile, the sensation traveling through the mental link, {Unless you’d rather stay in the staff, which is fine by me!}

{No! No!} she says hurriedly. {This is fine, it… it’s a wonderful gift.} She pauses then and mutters, {Thank you wizard…}

You feel a sense of warmth flow through you as you fit Harmony into the damaged frame, once more going through the process of her booting it up, the faceless nature of this unit once more greeting you with a soft hum of power behind the eye-sockets of the mask. You hear a sense of static come through the mouth plate as she speaks, “Oh, it feels like it fits like a glove compared to the other unit!”

You smile and then move to affix Chaika to the other unit, removing an old and cracked AI crystal before somehow jamming a dagger into the insertion port. This, of course, fails as you’d expect, and you start to get frustrated before Selene drops a gem into your hands. You look at it, frowning and she shrugs, “Lots of empty ones in a box over there.” You look over and see a crate labeled, “construct use only.”

You shrug and transfer Chaika to the crystal and then place her into the construct. It seems to chug and hum for a long moment before it stutters to life in twisting jerks before a right light comes on behind the visor eyes and the unit focuses on your face. You see Chaika slowly raise a hand and place the cool, metallic fingers against your cheek before she smashes her metal face into yours in some attempt of a kiss. All it does is manage to head-butt you, causing everyone to yelp and forcing Chaika to fall back. Everyone is silent for a long moment before Harmony bursts out into laughter, the rich sound frayed with a minor amount of static. Selene soon joins in and even you as well, laughing heartily as Chaika fumes, laying on her back, arms crossed.

“Ha ha. Now help me up, don’t know how to use legs.”

You, Selene, and your two constructs decide to stay the evening in the cell… err, guest rooms again, Selene and you sharing a bed while the other two talked in hushed whispers about the finer points of arms and legs. You sigh, looking over a stack of papers Selene had found in the corner. It was in old, old script, and had runes used obviously by wizards, but you could read most of it. It was an old manual on the maintenance of the units, although nothing in there about the AI’s. It was almost invaluable and you poured over it, finding a way to fix the two up and possibly create more in the future.

The possibilities were endless, and if you could find a way to make the pieces that could be integrated into living beings…

You look up to see Selene pouting at you and she pushes the papers down. “Come on love, let’s get to sleep, we have a big day ahead of us.”

You look back at the papers, sighing. “I just want to get past this next part and…”

Selene presses up and kisses you on the mouth, her lips caressing yours, pulling your thoughts away from anything but her and the kiss. You flow into it, your lips moving in rhythm with hers, your tongues starting a tango in time before she pulls away, eyes flashing and you feel a stirring in your loins. You move to press upon her when you notice the sound of gentle giggling and you look over at the others staring at you intently.

“Ugh…” You say, the mood spoiled.

Selene sighs and glares at the constructs who shrug and turn away. She shakes her head and gives you another gentle kiss. “Don’t worry, we’ll be alone soon enough.”

You felt that soon enough wasn’t soon enough.


You depart early the next morning, ready to leave the rather hostile confines of the Fortress. It wasn’t that any of you were afraid of them, or really meant them any ill-will (except that sorcerer, who refused your challenge, but to Harmony’s chagrin), but a lot of blood had been shed here and the remainder of it was pretty bad.

You left Harmony and Chaika back in El Dorito, as there was just no way they could keep up with Selene’s pace, at least not without some serious repairs to the sails on Harmony’s chassis. They protested, rather strongly, but in the end they had to relent when Chaika fell flat on her robotic face, again. Just as hands were hard for Harmony, legs were going to be quite the trip for Chaika.

Being down two of your passengers, you felt sort of elated. Sure, you loved traveling with the two revenants, but being alone with Selene sent a fire up in you that you could barely control. Hells, the knowledge that there were no more restrictions upon you made your head swim as you considered increasingly lewd thoughts, some that you had difficulty keeping inside of you.

“Damnit Wizard, stop thinking about dicking the cat, I keep slapping my face onto your boner.” growls Delilah, head rocking back and forth in the wind as you leaped again through the landscape around you.

Well, it would have been difficult if Delilah weren’t here anyway.

You sigh and readjust your position in Selene’s arms before glaring down at the head. “You know, once again I wonder why you’re here.”

“Because it’s so boring in El Dorito.”

You narrow your eyes further. “Are you sure? Are you sure it’s not because you just want to cock-block me?”

Delilah snorts. “Sure, whatever you gotta say buddy.”

“Children, quiet.” Says Selene with an air of authority. “I’m willing to turn this hot, sexy body around you know.”

You and Delilah sigh and shake your heads, which is easier for Delilah because she’s just a head shaking in the wind anyway, but you do your best to keep up. Not going to be shown up, no sirree.

You look out at the landscape before you, memories of your journey coming to you unbidden and you feel a little stirring, utterly opposite to what you felt before, within your chest as you remember the times you had with Blake and the others. Despite it being morning, you spot an area of broken wood, from a crate, and you tug on Selene, pointing at the sight. She cocks her head but nods, stopping and letting you down gently.

You take a second to stretch before looking about the area. There were the hallmarks of a campsite long ago used, but still visible. It wasn’t like people had come here very often, and you could still see the ashes of your campfire ground into the dirt. The bits of wood on the ground were a stark contrast to the rest of the scene, showing a scene of violence and destruction. You gently pick up a piece of the wood and smile before dropping it, and shaking your head.

“This is where Saya was born you know.”

Selene walks up to you and places a hand on your shoulder as you stand up straight and take in a deep breath. “At first, I didn’t know what to think of her. I thought she was some abomination I had created, a mistake. Hells, I even told her that to her face.” You shake your head. “If I had known what a wonderful thing I had done then, two people wouldn’t have lost their lives and…”

Selene puts a furred hand on top of your head and rubs it, smiling at you. “Love… you told me about her birth, and I know it eats at you at times, but she loves you, both of us do, and she knows that we both love her.”

You wrap a hand around Selene’s waist and pull her in close, giving her a light kiss before nodding your head, smiling. “Yeah, you’re right…” You frown then, remembering something.

“Speaking of which, what did you say to Saya underneath the Keep anyway?”

Selene just pokes your nose and smiles wickedly. “It’s a secret between girls.”

Your narrow your eyes as Selene chuckles and picks you up again, dashing off back onto the trail, wind whipping once more through your beard. Selene refuses to say much else on the subject so you merely pout as you’re transported.

“It’s okay, it’s not so bad being in the dark.” Says Delilah, hair flapping in her face without any apparent discomfort.

“Of course, being dead, it’s not that big a deal for me.”

You kindly ignore the undead head on your belt.

About an hour later you hear the soft sounds of a stream rolling past and Selene suggests stopping to get some water. You feel a nagging sense that maybe you shouldn’t stop at this place, especially as you see this little bridge connecting the road, but for the life of you, you don’t remember why…

Selene stops next to the bridge and the two of you drink, refilling your water skins, and refreshing for a moment. Selene decides to dash off to uh, well, you best not say, leaving you alone with Delilah. You sit down, resting on the green grass as the sun drifts lazily overhead, basking you in warmth amidst the cool breeze drifting down from the mountains far in the distance.

You sigh out in content at the warmth when a shadow falls over you. You grip your hand on your staff, which was now merely a spear with some magical talents, and you whip around, quick as can be, shouting as magic charged within you, but you stop when you see very tall, beautifully radiant creature standing before you.

She was maybe 7ft. tall with a gorgeous, slender body that was nonetheless toned with layers muscle, helping her hold a large, yet familiar club with delicate, yet green and slimy fingers. She wore a wet vest and trousers that clung to her curvaceous body, a small star affixed to her breast which gleamed despite the rest of the muck. Her dark, raven hair was wet and clung to her gorgeous face, and despite the smell, it somehow magnified her beauty. She smiles at you with perfect, yet pointed teeth, and says in a voice that is diametrically opposed to her visage,

“Ya ain’t passin until ya pay the toll.”

You stare in shocked silence before realization hit you. Holy fucking shit biscuits, this was the troll from before! This was the bridge where you scammed her out of her money!

“H…how… but you and… who?” You stammer, trying to make sense of things.

The troll narrows her lovely eyes and rubs her chin with a slimy hand. “Ayyyy, I remembers ye, yer the union official you are!” She splits into a wide, toothy grin. “I best be thankin ya then, cause this gig is the best thing’s ever happen to me!”

“Uh….T…thanks.” You say, still taken aback. Damn, you thought you had emptied your pockets of sauce covered noodles days ago, but damnit, it clings to every little crevice of you, huh?

You wave a hand in a rolling gesture toward her. “You uh… look uhm… different.”

The troll lets out a loud belly laugh, slamming her club on the ground as she does. “I knows, right? See, soon after ya left, these men come by, sayin they with the union an all, and one of em says he’s an aes…aesthe… uhhh.”

“Aesthetician?” You say, trying to help her out. Aestheticians are odd, especially since the used the same name as regular old hairdressers or whatever, but those who worked beauty magic were few and far between, mainly because it was a rare talent for sorcerers to have, and wizards mostly didn’t give a shit. Mostly…

“Right, that. Says he’s here to give me some of dem der ‘union perks'” She waves her hand over herself and shakes a hip. “An wadda ya know, lookit me now eh? Hells, I went rounded me up a husband already too! He helps with the tolls and uh… other things, ya get me?” She raises her eyebrows over and over.

“Yeah, I get you…” I say, mumbling. Geez, how things can change in only a short period time…

“Anyways, so normally I’d bash yer face in if ya didn’t pay the toll, but youse a good guy, so I’m gunna let you go.” She winks at you, which was disturbingly alluring for a troll. “Just don’t tell da otha trolls, right?”

You nod your head as she lumbers away, back under her bridge, her glorious ass shaking in her trousers. Dear Gods, what hell is this that the second most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen was a troll?

“What are you staring at there, love?” Says a venomous voice from behind you.

You gulp and slowly turn around to see Selene standing there with a smile on her face that doesn’t match the look in her eyes. You lick your lips very slowly as you say, very delicately,

“Official union business?”

You spent the next few hours apologizing to Selene as she bounded through the landscape, Delilah cackling the entire time, the insolent little twerp. Eventually Selene forgives you, and you have a feeling that she was only half-heartedly flagellating you anyway. If she really wanted to take skin off your back, she could use her tails, which was apparently something many in the old Cat o’ Nine Tails village did. Guess that’s where the torture device came from…

You hear an odd sound come from somewhere, like a bird of prey crying out and you look up a hair after Selene does to see a figure swooping down at you, a glowing nimbus of electricity around her as it dives down at you. You’re reasonably sure you know what’s happening her, and not wanting to hurt anyone, you pluck Delilah off your belt and hurl it at the assailant.

“Fuuuuuucccckkk Youuuuuuuu.” Delilah shouts as she sails through the air and clocks the monster, which was now obviously a thunderbird, in the head, causing her to lose her bearings and tumble from the air, hitting the ground mere feet from you.

Delilah follows a moment later, landing forehead first before going into a string of obscenities. It was fine.

The thunderbird groans and struggles to pick herself up before Selene walks up and places a bladed tail to her throat, crossing her arms and giving the smaller creature a glare.

The thunderbird, to her credit, merely looks at the tail, then to Selene before licking her lips. “Pleasant weather we’re having?”

You study the bird, narrowing your eyes. It wasn’t Harmonious, but one of the normal thunderbirds from the caves near here. You figured they wouldn’t be so aggressive anymore, but well, you guessed they still needed to feed or something. Frowning, you kneel down and say, “How’s Harmonious?”

The Thunderbird looks at you oddly, blinking a few times before her eyes go wide. “Y…you’re the one who the queen caught! The one who escaped the caves!”

“Yes, yes, that’s me, now I think I asked you a question.”

The bird grits her teeth for a moment before sighing, seeing no reason to really fight anything here. “She’s been a little shaken after you escaped… says she remembers seeing her grandmother or something. She just hasn’t been the same…” She glares at you, “What did you do to her?”

You rub at the back of your head, sighing. “I didn’t do anything, she actually was visited by her grandmother, or well, sort of anyway.”

“The hells does that mean? Ugh, whatever, just let me go. I was hoping that if I brought her back a man she’d feel better or something.” The thunderbird flares with some electricity but it subsides as Selene gives her a level look before glancing at you.

You stand up, putting your hands together as you think things over. You didn’t really think that you’d caused that much of an uproar, but if Harmony knew that what was sort of her granddaughter was feeling so depressed, then you know she couldn’t live with herself. You could just not tell her, but that wasn’t fair. You told her that she could go at anytime with a body of her own, and to deny her something like this…

You grit your teeth and finger your [Pocket Dimension], thinking about opening the rift here, but you reconsider. Harmony’s chassis was damaged and you could tell that she felt a little embarrassed by it, and she couldn’t make it to the caves without flying. Besides, if she could fly again…

You nor your head and wave for Selene to let the bird go. Selene does so reluctantly and you offer a hand to help the thunderbird up. She looks at you curiously, her blue and black hair trailing an electric charge as her feathers ruffle. You give her a soft smile as you say, “Go back home, tell the Queen that someone very special is going to see her soon. Tell her not to despair, and that if she doesn’t continue to live on, her ancestors will be disappointed.”

You turn to go before snapping your fingers and tapping the bird on the forehead with a knuckle. “Oh, and no more abducting men. Just ask them, alright?”

The bird puffs out her cheeks before looking down and then sighing, turning away and running to gather speed before jumping into the air and flying away. You both watch the thunderbird fly away into the distance, and Selene cocks her head before turning to you.

“You really got into some odd adventures when I was gone, huh?”

“Yep.” That’s really all that needed to be said about that.

The afternoon dragged began to take form as you saw Cair in the distance, the ruins of the coliseum still dominating the skyline of the city as you approach. You seriously consider just skipping past Cair as there were way too many bad memories there, but you figure you should see first-hand the destruction you caused. Had the invasion come to pass, then without the coliseum, the city would have been…

Well, best not to think about that.

You both walk into the city, there being no wall and no one really willing to stop you, although one of the guards cocks his head, looking at you a little strangely, as if trying to remember something as he watches you pass. You sweat a little, and hide your face some, doing your best to hide your face. Best not to be remembered here.

The two of you wander the streets, watching the people in the city go about their hedonistic lives, but you feel a sort of odd undercurrent around you, like some sort of normal dynamic was shifted. You frown as you watch an oni apologize to someone who bumped into her, instead of just punching their faces in. The two leave on amicable grounds, but the sight sort of shocked you.

“The power dynamic has changed.” Selene says, nodding her head. “In a large city like this, there’s no chance it wouldn’t be noticed soon. I suspect it’s going to be a bumpy ride from here on out.” She smirks, “Looks like when they re-build the coliseum, the minotaurs aren’t going to be able to rely on brute force anymore. Makes for more skilled monsters, maybe respecting humans a little more.”

“So, what, I made everyone in a Lizardman?”

Selene sticks out her tongue as if she ate something disgusting. “Eww, no, gross. I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing a bonnet.”

“But Tabitha never wore a…”

Selene holds up a finger, “I bet you, if you give you a bonnet, should would wear the hells out of it.”

You consider this for a moment, remembering her and her hat. You mentally substituted it for a bonnet and your eyes went wide as you see the mental image

“By Solos…” You whisper.

“Uh huh, see?” Selene says before pointing ahead. “Look, the coliseum is up there, but first…” she looks at you with another predatory grin that makes your stomach feel queasy,

“I’m a little famished…”

Selene chews on the leg of roast-beast, which you were fairly certain was turkey, making delightful sounds as juices roll down her chin. You have your own leg in your hand and you eat it a little more delicately, shaking your head as she goes to town on the meat like a starving dog. Or, well, cat in this case.

“Honestly…” You begin, sighing. “I thought you meant something else.”

Selene looks up at you as she tears off another chunk of meat. “I vas hungrish.” she says, mouth full of food.

You roll your eyes. “I swear, are all monsters like this? It’s like watching Hala eat, it’s not lady-like.”

Selene swallows the meat and waves her half-mauled leg of roast-beast at you. “I ain’t no lady.”

“Actually, I think you technically are, and you obviously read my cyan weaving.”

Selene laughs heartily before putting an arm around your neck and pulling you in, giving you a sloppy kiss that leaves a film of grease on your cheek. “Aww, don’t be like that, yes this may be out of form, but it’s fun to act like an uncivilized lout every so often.”

“Are you saying Hala is an uncivilized lout?” You ask, quirking an eyebrow.

“Are you saying she’s not?”

You raise a hand in defeat, “Point.” You shake your head, smiling. “Still, I’m glad we met her. She may have literally been raised in a forest, but I think she makes Blake happy. I hope the two of them live a good life together.”

Selene smile softly, putting her meat down. “So, you think he’s going to marry her?”

You chuckle, “I don’t think she’ll give him the choice, besides…” You lean your head back, “They’ll make cute puppies, don’t you think?”

Selene nods her head and then touches your chest. She pauses then before looking up at you and seems conflicted to say something, before looking down and sighing, lowering her finger. You furrow your brow in concern and ask, “Selene? Something wrong?”

Selene shakes her head, “Oh, nothing, I was just thinking that maybe we should get them something, you know when they inevitably marry or whatever.”

You think she’s trying to dodge some subject, but you merely shake your head and play along with this. “Sure, sure.” You think about it, tapping your chin. “What about rings?”

Selene blinks, thinking about it herself before smiling. “Rings huh? That sounds perfect! Maybe it would give the lad some impetus to ask and…”

“H…hey, isn’t that that guy who fought that thing in the coliseum?

The two of you look up as you see a crowd forming around you, all whispering with concerned looks on their faces. Oh dear, you were afraid of this.

“Yeah… I’d remember that goofy beard anywhere!” Someone shouts. “The coliseum exploded after he fought that thing!”

“He blew it up! The damn sorcerer blew it up!”

You and Selene stand up, dropping your lunch as you form up, weapons at the ready to defend yourself from the mob. No one makes an obvious gesture to attack you, but you feel mounting tension, needing only a small spark in order to set this whole powder keg off.

You lick your lips, thinking that the only way out was to use your more important skill you possess, the one that had saved your ass so many times in the past.


“Hey, my beard isn’t goofy!” You shout. “And I didn’t mean to blow it up!”

This only makes the crowd even fucking angrier as they mill about, balling fists up.

Oh, right, diplomacy was that thing you were the opposite of good at. Bad, you were bad at diplomacy, that’s right.

Selene growls like a cornered cat and puts an arm around your chest, obviously meaning to get you out of town ASAP. You feel her tensing, ready to spring out when a loud, amplified voice booms through the crowd,


The people in the crowd part as men in armor make way for a palanquin that bears a grotesquely large slug girl, slime dribbling down her cheek as she burps. She looks over the crowd and then to you, the scene somehow diffusing as the people pull back, obviously not wanting to interfere as the slug spoke again, pointing a meaty finger at you.

“Gobada naga noog nok.”

Selene’s tails drop from her defensive gesture some and she lets out a breath of pent-up energy. You look back and forth between the two of them, confused as the hells.

“You speak slug?” You say to Selene, who stares the slug in the large, bulbous eyes.

“You don’t?” She says, giving you an odd look. You… you honestly have nothing to say to that. Obviously you missed that lesson in school.

A man walks forth from behind the slug and you recognize it is the guard captain who pressed you into fighting in the coliseum in the first place. He looks at you without expression before waving a hand toward you.

“The countess has requested your presence at the coliseum site. It would be advisable if you came with us.”

You and Selene trade glances before you say slowly, “And if we don’t?”

The man shakes his head, “Don’t be obtuse.”

“Hey, this is a very acute situation, I’d rather not…murgh!” You’re cut off as jams a fluffy tail in your mouth to shut you up.

“Love, this situation is not right for us, let’s just go along with the nice people.”

You grit your teeth, but nod your head slowly. “Fine… if it puts us on equilateral grounds.”

The countess rolls her eyes. Obviously she didn’t find it funny.

You find yourself in a booth outside the coliseum, watching as men and monsters work together to form a scaffolding alongside the still standing section of coliseum. As it turns out, when you vaporize something, clean-up generally doesn’t take very long, who would have thought?

You turn back to look at the Countess, who turned out to be the daughter of the poor slug that died in the [plasma blast]. She had taken up the reins of power admirably and had quickly kept the city in order while re-building the number one source of income for the city, the coliseum.

“Uh huh, uh huh. Oh, is that so?” Selene says, nodding her head as she speaks with the slug.

You sigh and walk up to her, shaking your head. “What’s she saying?”

Selene looks to you and smiles, “Well, first things first, they don’t want you dead.”


“After speaking with a sorcerer who managed to escape the scene, it was obvious that the creature needed to be destroyed.” She shrugs, “Had that been it, still annihilating the arena would have earned you a death sentence, but…” She raises a furred finger and smirks, “The blast unearthed sections of catacombs no one knew were there. As it turns out, there were many, many treasures found down there, some ancient relics from the city’s founding.”

The countess licks her thick lips, making a gurgling chuckle. “Ooogada…”

Selene looks back to her and nods. “The riches found are worth far more than the coliseum, and it’s attracting all sorts of explorers and attention from all over the Kingdom. The influx of money has been… staggering.”

You sigh and put a head to your forehead. “So… you’re telling me that the only reason they’re allowing me to live is because I made them filthy rich?”

The captain snorts, “Where do you think we are?”

You and Selene leave a little later, Selene grabbing another leg of roast-beast before leaving, her appetite apparently larger than you expected, and she ate it with a tail while leaping through the road. You watch as an influx of people pass by, seeing as little trading outposts of tents begin to form around the town, make-shift camps of those traveling north in search of work at the coliseum, or there to delve into the catacombs. You even seen a few monsters too, seemingly doing well in the little shanty towns.

You reflect that this was where you met Delilah, although the circumstances were… not as nice. She’s quiet the entire time, but you can’t help but notice as she stares out in the fields, a sad expression on her usually neutral face.

The sun was beginning to lower in the horizon and you consider asking Selene to stop for the night, maybe finding some shelter in a shanty town around here, when you see in the distance the flat, nearly sunken forest of dark trees that heralded the swamp. You consider for a moment the situation before nodding and asking Selene to head press forward. She looks at the swamp, frowning some, but continues forward, darkness beginning to take the land.

You arrive at the swamp after darkness fell across the land and you immediately feel stupid for asking Selene to take you here. You couldn’t see a damn thing, and even though Selene’s feline eyes could see just fine, she didn’t feel comfortable dashing through the trees while carrying you. Swamps were dangerous for many, many reasons, and your options were either to turn back around or press on by foot, which could easily result in you getting eaten, slipping and breaking your neck, or all sorts of other things.

Delilah found the place wonderful. She made sure you knew that.

You consider turning back when Selene’s ears twitch again, and you frown, straining your own ears as you listen. You hear the sound of panting, and furious, wet footsteps as someone runs toward you. The two of you get ready for a fight, you igniting light from your staff as a figure runs into the light, stopping with wide eyes as she sees the two of you.

It was a danuki. In fact, it was the same fucking Danuki from before!

You point a finger at the creature, throwing back your head and make a sort of roaring gurgle that makes Selene stare at you with a startled expression, and the Danuki curses, turning around to run smack into a solid wall of scaly flesh. She looks up slowly, a horrified expression on her face as a Jaga-Jaga warrior gives her a wickedly toothy grin.

A short while later you and Selene sit in the village of the Jaga-Jaga, both of you sweating like pigs as you eat a meal of fresh gator, (the irony) and other various swamp vittles before you. Selene eats with gusto as Jaga-Jaga mill about, talking with themselves under the light of candles placed in poles all around the swamp. They seemed much happier than they did before, and when you walked into the village you noticed right away the presence of men, obviously brought in by the trade to Cair.

A door opens and a man steps in, wearing a sort of odd vest, and his eyes widen as he sees you. “Well, I’ll be damned, if it isn’t the wizard.”

You cock your head, “Do I know you?”

The man chuckles, “I was that sad sap you interrogated awhile back, the caravan guard? I heard that damn Danuki was back so…” he shakes his head as a familiar Jaga-Jaga guard swaggers up and takes he man around the waist, pulling him into a deep kiss that he reciprocates. You and Selene both cough into your hands as the kiss starts to get a little heated and the man pulls away, coughing into his hand.

“Ahem, well, excuse me, I have duties to attend to, nice seeing you again.”

The two of them walk away and you shake your head, snorting. “See, I said they’d make cute babies.”

“Wassa this bout cute babies eh?” A familiar voice rumbles and you stand up as Madam Rapodaie enters the room, smiling widely with her crooked grin. She walks up to you and gives you a big hug, which still kind of hurts you back and you return the gesture, patting her as you wheeze. “Ack… a little much Madam..”

Rapodaie releases you, huffing as she puts a hand on her hip. A smile was still on her face as she looks you over. “My my my, thisa little wizard-man comin backa here all big man now, eh?” She looks to Selene and grins, “Oh and wassa this? He dun bringa a fine little somthin to missa village eh?”

Selene bows her head politely, “My name is Selene, pleased to meet you, my dear here has said much about you.”

“Oh, I betta is all good eh?” She says, chuckling. “Wassa bringin you back here, eh? You lookin to refill my stocks?”

You blush and shake your head furiously. “No! No! We uh, we’re just passing through, on our way to Sanctifrond.”

“Issa that right?” She says, pretending to be disappointed, although the corner of her mouth smirked up some. “Lossa people been through recently, lossa men come, see da Jaga-Jaga, say they wanna sell us some tings but they end up stayin.” She smiles again, laughing heartily

“Is a good time to be Jaga-Jaga, no?”

You smile in return, happy for that things are going well. “What about the swamp horrors?”

Rapodaie shrugs, “Haven’t seena dem since you came through. We be watchin, dun you think othawise, but worst we seened these days be Danuki.” She frowns at the name, as if it were physically distasteful.

You nod your head sagely, “Of course. I saw you captured one when we came in here?”

“Ah, thassa one crafty, she escape us, but we bring her back, makea her pay for her crime, be a lesson to da others.”

“What, do you tie her to a stick so all the other Danuki know not to enter?” Selene asks with a mocking tone.

Rapodaie nods her head, “Yessa.”

Selene seems to falter, caught utterly off guard by that answer and you pat her hand gently. “Let me tell you about Benny Garitine sometime, dear.”

Rapodaie stretches and waves a hand over your food. “You be enjoyin yoselves, ya hear? Yousa stay the night, have a little Jaga-Jaga hospitality, maybe hava yoself a good time, yousa hear?” She says that last part with a wicked smile on her face.

You look to Selene who wipes a trickle of sweat off her face with a tail before giving you a toothy grin. You feel your heart begin to pound again and the two of you set to finish your food meal with other thoughts in your head.

The two of you retire to the little room prepared for you by Rapodaie, who very sweetly takes Delilah off your hands, having uh, “Questions” for the head. You knew it was just a ruse by the wonderful, beautiful, amazing Jaga-Jaga shaman, and you thanked the Gods for her intervention.

You close the door behind you, plunging the two of you into pure darkness. You frown, forgetting to light a candle, but instead shrug, sending power into your staff to make it flare to life. As the red glow of your staff suffuses the room, you freeze in place as you see Selene, her torso bare to the world standing and shimmering with a thin layer of sweat in the middle of the room, a wicked grin on her face.

You gently lay your staff in the corner, keeping magic in it to make the light continue, and then slowly remove your robes before taking a deep breath and then striding over to Selene and pressing in close to kiss her.

You could taste salt on her lips, a product of the sweat that covered her body, her apparent immunity to the cold not extending to the heat, and you slid your hands down her back as you lost yourself in the kiss, the two of you pressing down to the little pallet in the room.

The two of you quickly become breathless as you have a duel of the tongues, your breath mixing together, taking only occasional breaks to make sure you didn’t asphyxiate as you both ravaged each other. You could feel her soft, fluffy tails slide along your backside, occasionally making scratches as the blades dragged along, but you barely noticed, as you pull away, finding yourself panting atop her, the two of you dripping as you look into each other’s eyes, twisted smiles on your faces.

You look down at her breasts, her glistening mounds of flesh that were always kept in place by really the thinnest of clothing, yet without it, they seemed so very different, so incredibly alluring. You see her smile widen as she notices your gaze and she takes your hand with one of hers and places it on her left breast, forcing you to squeeze the soft, yet firm lump of flesh.

She lets out a little gasp as you move your hand, massaging her chest, feeling yourself grow even more impassioned as your fingers work, gliding delicately over her stiff nipples, each pass causing her to let out tiny little moans which sent shivers down your spine. She fit so perfectly into your hands, not large enough that you felt like you couldn’t get a grip, but not small enough that there was nothing there to work with. You wondered briefly what divine providence allowed her to be so perfect as you continue your assault, to her continued squirming.

“You know,” you whisper, voice almost a rumble, “I always wondered why you wore such a revealing outfit all the time, but now I think it was just to entice me.”

“H…hey!” She gasps out, “I wore a tunic once, in the forest!”

You chuckle, lowering your head toward her chest like you saw in your Eastern theatre, which was really all you had to go off of honestly, and your hot breath spilled over her chest as you mutter, trying to seem cool, “Well, I like it better like this.”

You then lower your mouth to her breast, sucking her mound delicately. Her eyes open a little at the sudden sensation and the looks at you with a fire in her eyes, little gasps of pleasure escaping her mouth as you work your tongue around her, tasting the sweet and salty flavors of her body. After feeling that you had neglected the other breast, you move to it and begin a similar assault, causing Selene to squirm a little, tracing a larger furrow into you back, and you feel a little well of blood start to form.

You grunt, pulling back some and Selene makes a little throaty purr as she rises, pushing you onto your back. She then exposes your shaft to the air, it too glistening like a pillar covered in morning dew, and she purrs again, delighted, before she looks you in the eyes, licking her lips.

“You like my breasts that much, hmm?”

You couldn’t find the appropriate words to describe such a thing, so you settle for nodding your head. She grins and then places your manhood in between her breasts, trapping it between the two orbs.

You feel a delicate pleasure wash through you at the gentle pressure as she pushes her breasts together against you, their size perfect to engulf your base while leaving your head sticking out, twitching in response to the assault of pleasure upon it. You let out a small gasp as she begins to work her breasts back and forth, sliding them up and down your shaft in alternating motions of rolling and milking, each time sending a new little trickle of pleasure down your spine.

To compound matters even further, she bends her head down and begins an oral assault also, your sensitive head forcing your hips to twinge as she performs fellatio. You do your best to survive such an assault, trying to last for Selene, but what can you do? She’s got millennia of experience on you and god damn her tongue felt so good.

You grunt, trying to warn her of your impending explosion, but she does this… something, with her tongue and you feel yourself orgasm, spraying your hot sperm all over her mouth, and even though you had been milked yesterday, the force and surprise of it was enough to have Selene pull back, your throbbing head spraying sticky juices all over her face and breasts in ropes, mixing with the sweat and saliva from before

The two of you pant, looking into each other’s eyes, knowing that this is where it happens, where the boundaries are crossed and gods be damned if either of you were going to let any modicum of control come between you. Only an act of the divine could keep you from ravaging each other’s bodies in a fit of furious lust.

Well, that or the fact that the door fell inward, a pack of Jaga-Jaga, Rapodaie included, falling into your room with a clatter, sending your staff flying as they tumbled all over each other. They roll all over each other before stopping and staring up at a furious, semen covered Selene, her face red with lust and rage as her tails rise into the air with menace.

“You better have a damn good excuse.”

Rapodaie licks her lips and gulps, trying to find a way out of obviously spying on the two of you, before saying, “O…official village bidness?”

The two of you didn’t continue your little romp after that, but Rapodaie did learn that Selene’s tails could leave marks in even in her rough hide. She’d get over it in the morning, but Gods be damned if she didn’t learn her lesson.

Just like your Eastern Theatre…

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