Wild Wastes: Chapter 1 (Patreon)

Chapter 1

Vince sat upright, taking a deep sudden deep breath. His eyes darted around, his brain struggling to catch up.

The fog slowly cleared from his mind. Setting his head back to the wall, he felt his mouth turn up into a small smile.

He was in the school. All around him were desks and chairs of various sizes.

Being such a mixed community his carpenters had built a vast array of chair types to accommodate any race’s progeny.

He’d been doing a walk-through to see how things were going. He’d gotten curious about the progress of the school.

More than likely since he’d been traveling in the west, doing another round of purchases and sales.

Vince had joined the class, sat down, and propped himself against the warm glass. The sun shined on his back as he listened to the gentle deep drone of Crus the Centaur teaching the history lesson for the day.

History was interesting to him, but they were covering a story he’d heard previously in his life. A history lesson for kindergartners and how the Waste came into existence.

He’d managed to stay awake as they discussed the experiments that ripped open the world and created the Wastes. It was about the time that the crusades were being launched that he’d slipped into slumber.

Standing up he shook his head.

More tired than you thought, fool.

“A good number of the school children wanted to sleep next to you, Master,” Eva said. She was a few feet from him, sitting against the wall. “Crus managed to convince them to go to their next lesson.”

Vince nodded his head and then yawned. Stretching his arms above his head it felt like his jaw was going to unhinge. “Did I sleep long?”

“Long enough, Master, for the Dryads to come sniffing you out. I drove Daphne and Meliae off, but if Karya comes I do not think I can keep her back.

“She’s less likely to listen and far more persistant.”

Vince dropped his arms and nodded his head. “Yeah, she’d have me halfway undressed before she realized we weren’t alone.”

Looking down he gave himself the once over and found everything as it should be.

“Thanks, Eva. I appreciate it.” Vince pressed a hand to his neck and worked it to one side with a satisfying pop. “Where’s your sisters? I should probably check in with Elysia.”

Eva smiled faintly at that and then got to her feet.

She twisted to one side, stretching her lithe athletic body in ways that that only an Elf could look graceful in doing. Then with a toss of a brown braid over her shoulder she looked to him with warm eyes

“My sisters are waiting for you outside. I believe they’re sparring.”

Eva had been the one most resistant to the idea that she could ever truly be familial with other races of elves. Her Wood Elf heritage set her at fatalistic odds with other Elves. That’d changed some six and a half months ago during the battle of Yosemite City.

Since then, she’d been nothing if not a caring little sister, being the youngest of the three.

“Ha, she getting any better?” Vince shook his arms out. Then started for the door.

“She could probably keep someone back long enough that one of us could get to her, Master.” Eva ghosted into place beside him, taking up the position on his left.

Vince found himself smirking at the idea of the High Elf wielding a blade. Thera and Eva both had brow beaten her into the training.

For her own safety.

Being a mage was well and good, but knowing a sword in addition would only be a help.

Personally, he suspected they just wanted her to spend more time with them. From his own view point, Elves were fiercely loyal of what they viewed as theirs.

Home, hearth, and family.

Stepping outside of the school Vince took in a deep breath. The air was clean, brisk, and with a bite to it. Winter was fading, and soon, the wastes would be open to travel again.

Need to start planning that trip. Before they send another contingent of “diplomats” to come talk to us. Don’t really need to house another group of snooty High Elves. Kitch damn near ate them last time.

Elysia, and Thera both turned in place from where they were worked. Elysia looked like she’d been going through her footwork with Thera’s expert advice. She insisted on giving her personal instruction.

Where Eva was tanned, short of height, and brown eyed, Elysia was tall, blonde, pale, and blue eyed.

Thera was of course their contrast, being ashen skinned, black hair with black eyes, and a height that was in the middle ground.

One could never mistake them as anything other than Elves though.

Both women paused in sparring and began to make themselves ready to leave.

Vince gave them a tired smile as he approached, looking from one to the other.

“So much for taking a tour to see how everything is,” Vince said apologetically.

Elysia glanced up at him as she settled her ledger under one arm, then gave him a crooked grin. “Have no fear, my liege, we’ve already completed the tour on your behalf.”

“Indeed, Lord, all is as it should be. You need not worry,” Thera said, checking the catch over her sword after sheathing it.

“Oh? Wonderful, give me the short version?” Vince asked as he turned back to look at the school.

It was an impressive building to be sure. Built while he was away, it’d taken on a life of his own.

Not really a school, is it.

Built out more in a fashion similar to a mansion with multitudes of classes, labs, and libraries, it was a massive building.

His carpenters and masons had outdone themselves, stating that it would be the place the young of generations would learn. So they needed to make a place that would survive generations.

“Frit reports that everything is on track. He’ll be ready for the next batch of recruits as well, Lord,” Thera said, her wrists crossing behind her back. “Henry reports the same, though he mentioned he’s put in a requisition for a mock battle. He’d like to have his people do a run on Frit’s.”

Vince nodded at that. It wouldn’t be a bad idea. They’d have to have the Dryads and Elves on hand for medical duty when it ended. Deaths simply wouldn’t be likely with blunted wooden weapons. Broken bones, cuts, and other horribleness would definitely be a problem though.

“Alright. What are your three’s thoughts on that?” Vince turned from the school and began walking to the east at a sedate pace. The road lead onward, away from the “school” grounds.

“Wait for the next batch of recruits to be trained up. That way we can plan it accordingly and get the most return, Lord.”

“Master, I agree. It would be best to go ahead with it, but delay it.”

“From a magical standpoint, my Liege, it would be prudent to wait. It’ll give everyone time to charge up accordingly. Especially now that you’re not allowed to charge us all up as much as you used to.”

Vince felt a slight flutter in his stomach at the reminder.

A month ago, the trees living inside of him had been unable to power up the Elves to the same level that he used to.

Where before he could put them at a level that would have taken them a year to reach in minutes, he could only give them the equivalent of a month or two.

Meliae had explained it well enough, he just wished it wasn’t so.

In converting his three trees into a grove, he’d limited the amount of power that would be available to him. Though he significantly increased the resiliency of the trees, the power to the Dryads, and their inherent strength.

From that point of view, it’s still worth it. Daphne is alive and well.

Sighing Vince could only nod his head. Turning off the road that led to the school, he entered the city’s streets. Around him went to and fro the citizens of Yosemite.

His citizens.

Those who depended on him for guidance and the leadership to maintain their freedom.

They carried bundles, walked idly, or in a few cases, jogged to wherever their day was taking them.

None passed him without casting a look and a nod of acknowledgment. Everyone respected his wish of only giving him the barest of shows of respect when he wasn’t operating in an official capacity.

People had work to do, and having them bowing and scraping would only waste precious time.

“What else?” he asked, prompting someone to continue the debrief.

“Kitch reports her people are progressing with the Gryphons. It’s slow, but… it’s working, Lord.

“I’m not sure the investment time is worth it. It’s been months and they’ve had about only the smallest amounts of success.”

Vince frowned and scratched at his cheek. He wasn’t sure what to say to that. He didn’t tame or train animals.

He had no patience for it.

“My Liege, I agree with my sister, but I would say that the time spent per each training will decrease. It’ll go down with each successive targeted generation. They’re pack animals and we’re using that to our advantage. Their life cycles are slow, but that’s where we’ve seen what success we have.”

“The first ones born in captivity?” Vince asked, not completely unaware of the irony.

“Yes. As we Elves have experienced first hand, my liege, being bred and born to something, increases the results dramatically with each successive generation.”

“Alright. Anything else?” Vince turned at the intersection, his destination becoming clear to everyone. His own home was on the north end of the city.

Yosemite had been built up around it.

“Nothing that needs to be discussed at this time, my Liege. Everything else is exactly as you would expect.

“The only thing that needs to be done, is the expedition into the Wastes to see the Verix tribe of High Elves. Though I suppose it’s more of a city state.

“If we could open trade with them, especially for food, that’d really help.”

Vince didn’t say anything at first. He didn’t really want to.

With so many new faces and citizens, their food was being stretched dangerously thin. Things weren’t looking like they’d get better in the immediate future either.

Long term we’re alright, short term it hurts.

I just wish it wasn’t Verix.

They’d annoyed him with their entrance. Their attack on him. How they conducted themselves. He honestly would have been happy to feed them to Kitch and her band.

But he had to think of the long term plan. And how relationships with their eastern neighbors could be a blessing or a curse.

Which meant an expedition trip to see the city of Verix and try to begin negotiations.

He wasn’t foolish enough to simply head into their city and start up a conversation, no. First would be a neutral area. A meeting between the two leading elements for each.

Per the original conversation with the ambassadors from Verix, it’d be a group of five from each group. The location would be in an open field south of Mono Lake in the Wastes.

Vince wasn’t one to play by the rules though. Not with people who started negotiations by attacking him.

Immediately after the ambassadors left, he set a trio of scouts on them.

A Ratfolk, a Wolfman, and a Fairy. The three would be able to watch their prey, their surroundings, and work during any hour.

They were under orders to track the Elves back to their city, then stake out the area the meeting would be held at. If there was nothing out of the ordinary, they’d be setting up and keeping an eye on the area. Should they find something that proved to be dangerous or dishonest, they were to return immediately.

He had no illusions about this situation. It would be beneficial, but it wasn’t needed.

“Alright. Do I need to do anything or have you already set up the expedition?” Vince asked, looking over to Elysia with a grin.

“Indeed I have, my liege. Eva and I will be accompanying you. As well as Daphne and Karya.

“Thera will remain to keep our family together and make sure Yosemite runs smoothly in our absence.”

He grunted at her list. It was pretty much everyone from his inner circle who could travel.

It’s not like Fes, Petra, or Meliae can go anywhere being as pregnant as they are.

Up ahead was a twelve foot high wall that ran the outer perimeter of what was his home. Rising up behind that wall, looming impressively, was his house.

Mansion… now, really.

It’d been expanded to three times it’s original size, and he was fairly certain there were plans to expand it again once the next set of pregnancies had been figured out.

An entire squad of Frit’s people stood at the gate, while another several squads were spread out all along the wall on guard.

Frit took Vince’s security seriously.

The ranking squad member at the gate unlocked it and swung it open for him.

“Welcome home,” said the big Bearman in a growling voice.

Vince nodded his head in thanks and passed through the gates.

Arranged on the front porch were three very pregnant women.

Berenga sat in a chair on the deck, his Orc Fes, or first wife. A warrior who trained and lived each day on how she could improve her skills, build her clan’s strength, and add to her husbands power.

Her black hair wasn’t pulled up in her standard warriors knot. Instead, it was gathered loosely behind her head and flowed down her back. Those dark black eyes pierced him through when she saw him, her lips forming a smile.

On the Orc’s right, in the position of Second, was Petra.

She was seated in a chair specially developed for her soldier-ant body. Due to her non-humanoid dimensions the carpenters had taken it on themselves to build her out something just for her.

The armor she usually wore had been put away months ago when she couldn’t fit into it anymore, and she’d let her blonde hair begin to grow out, pulling it into a ponytail. She gave him a quick glance with her blue eyes, acknowledging him, but returned her attention to the Dryads beside her.

The trio of Dryad’s resembled each other on some levels. They all possessed bodies that caught a man’s attention. They also shared a pair of green eyes that bore into a man’s libido and would stoke the desire of any. Beyond those traits, they differed quite bit.

Daphne was the tallest, reaching Vince’s own six foot height, with blonde hair cut short. She had an hourglass frame though her shoulders were fairly broad. Her specialties were combat and controlling nature directly.

A step down on the height scale was Karya, who favored passive magic and understanding creatures. She was a curvy specimen of Dryad, though had a bigger bust than either of the other two. Her hair was brown with light brown streaks and spilled down over her shoulders in smooth waves.

The shortest, though given a perfect hourglass figure was Meliae. Her white silky hair was pulled back in a braid, and an ever present smile lately.

Meliae’s eyes caught him and stole him away, the greens of her irises slowly taking over the pupils with a faint glow.

There goes that sex magic that all Dryad’s seem to have.

In response, he could feel his body revving up immediately. Meliae never spared him and doused him with the sex mojo at every opportunity.

As if reading his mind, and his growing desire, she turned herself sideways to him.

Biting her lower lip, she pulled her chin down, almost peeking up at him through her eyelashes as she pressed her dress down to her body. The fabric clung to her and left nothing to Vince’s imagination. It emphasized her greatly swollen stomach and full heavy breasts.

As if to show off what he’d done to her. Being directly responsible for putting her in this condition.

Vince shook off the sexual fog she’d knocked him into when he damn near tripped over the first step.

“Glad to know your pregnant wives still drive you to distraction, Sweetling. We worry when you finally claim the Elves you’ll forget all about us,” Meliae said, her voice full of mischief.

“As if I’d forget any of you.” Vince grinned, stepping up onto the deck.

Fes levered herself up and came over to him, giving him a tight hug and a firm kiss. Her severe personality hadn’t been blunted in any way, but she was never afraid to show him affection as well as lust in public.

Releasing him she reached up and pressed a hand to his face. Looking down he laid a hand to her own stomach. Fes gave him the once over with her black eyes and then nodded her head, moving back to her chair.

Taking her own reward in her fashion, Petra stood up and scooped Vince up with her first two legs. Then she pressed him into her human torso, crushing him with her arms.

“This one missed her master,” she whispered, pressing her face into his neck.

Unable to help himself, Vince laughed. Petra could manhandle him at her leisure though only reserved it for when they were in the bedroom, or if her emotions built up.

“Missed you, too, my little soldier. Put me down before the Dryad’s try to hack me down.”

Vince gave her a tender kiss as she eyed him from an inch away.

“This one agrees. The Dryad’s have been acting up today. This one traded her night with Meliae so that they might calm down.” Petra set him down carefully, her hands brushing over his shoulders and chest as she did so.

A hand snagged his collar as his boots hit the ground an pulled him over.

Karya pulled his head down into her neck and hugged him tightly, running her fingers through his hair. Then she stole a kiss and passed him off to Daphne.

The big Dryad plastered him with a firm kiss, then handed him off to Meliae.

Who promptly buried herself in his arms and squirmed up against him. Getting comfortable, she laid her head down to his chest.

“You’re mine tonight, Sweetling. We have a special surprise for you, too. Since you’ll probably be leaving in a few days to head to the east,” Meliae whispered.

Vince smiled and patted his little Dryad on the back. Of all of them, she doted on him extensively. To the point of spoiling him. She’d also taken on the role as confidant and fence mender for the entire group.

“Be sure to shame me. I want to feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment for days. Make me scream so your pretty Elves hear it and wish it were them.

“Oh, or better yet, they can watch you use me. Unmake me and put me back together as your toy.

“Even better! They can watch nude, so I can watch them,” Meliae said, turning her head to face the Elves.

Nymph. Broken, Nymph.

Vince grinned as the other two Dryads nodded their heads eagerly in agreement. Their eyes flickering immediately as Meliae’s idea formed in their heads.

Broken Nymphs.