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May 27, 2023

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- CHAPTER 40: Bonding -

Present Day

A busty Oni woman with rosy skin, gold eyes, and white hair, adorned in black leather pants and a matching top, sat in a carriage with her blonde Holstaur companion, who had tan skin, purple eyes, and envious proportions, adorned in dark brown leather shorts and top, held together by numerous leather strings.

Across from them sat a young human girl with blonde hair, pale skin, and brown eyes, wearing a tight white silk dress that hugged her thin shapely body tightly, giving her belly, breasts, and butt a soft look contrasted against her bony hips and skinny arms.

Lyla held herself upright in her seat, even as the carriage jostled occasionally, shifting her rich brown gaze from Mel, who was slouched slightly and looked comfortable, and Val, who was sitting more upright as well, though visibly a little uncomfortable for some unknown reason.

They’d just left the capital not long ago, and yet none of them had spoken more than a few words here and there, partly because the female elf at the reins outside could probably overhear their conversation.

A lot had happened though.

They kind of needed to talk.

About a lot of things.

Like the fact that Allister Rosengard was secretly the lover of Queen Eliza Ashryn Nylanthria, and that they’d actually met over a century ago, when she’d been known as simply Elizatay Mariona. Or the fact that the Queen’s female lover, Sylvia Vanitas, was with him too, as well as the famous Beast Master elf sisters, Astaer and Celestine Rootkin, never mind the Red Oni woman and half Holstaur sitting in the carriage.

Six women.

Seven, if Lyla were included…

And the Queen was perfectly fine with her long-lost lover having even more.

Lyla wasn’t entirely sure what to think.

Mel decided to break the silence. “So, I guess we’re going to be together from now on.”

Lyla frowned, her tone hesitant. “Beyond this Quest? As a team?”

Mel shrugged, glancing at Val. “It’s probably fine if you stay with your team, if you want. I was more talking about sharing our man, and maybe becoming friends.”

Lyla sighed heavily at that and looked out the small carriage window.

Val spoke up hesitantly. “You don’t want to be friends?” she asked quietly.

Lyla took a deep breath, her posture still rigid and tense. “It’s not…” She began, only to frown and try again, glancing at them. “It’s not that…I don’t want to be friends. It’s that I’m frequently irritable, and snap at everyone around me. Sometimes I just don’t know how to be nice, or even care to be nice.” She focused more on Val, her tone becoming more firm. “You seem like a really sweet girl. And honestly, I’m a bitch. I usually only get along with people who are abrasive like me. Girls like my roommate, who don’t get offended when I call her a whore or dumbass.”

“You seem fairly nice right now,” Mel pointed out.

Lyla grimace at that and looked back out the window, her upright posture still tense. “That’s…” She sighed. “I don’t know.”

Mel grinned. “Was it fucking Allie? Did that help you get some of your frustrations out?”

Lyla frowned at that, not responding.

“Maybe that’s all you needed,” Mel continued. “Just a good fucking. You’ve been a virgin all this time, and had no way to release all that irritability.”

Lyla scoffed. “Just because…” She hesitated and then took a deep breath. “Just because I was a virgin doesn’t mean I’ve never had an orgasm. Rubbed myself and such. It’s not like a cock is required.”

Mel laughed. “Yeah, that’s true. But surely it was different, right? I mean, did you feel passionate? More so than when you’re by yourself?”

Lyla’s face flushed slightly. “Umm…yeah.”

“And how do you feel now?” Mel wondered.

“Calmer than usual,” she admitted. “Though not as calm as after…you know.”

Mel laughed. “You know, we’ve actually only gotten the chance to really do it once.”

Lyla’s thin blonde eyebrows raised. “Only once?” she said in surprise.

“Yeah, I’ve sucked his cock way more times though. Sex is great, of course, but there’s something about having a cock in my mouth that I really love. The way the underside of the head feels against my tongue, the way cum tastes, the heat coming from it, the whole experience is amazing to me.”

Lyla nodded slowly. “Maybe…I should try…sometime. When he gets back.”

Mel shrugged. “You might like it, you might not. I don’t think Allie has a preference, so if you just want to be fucked really good, then that’s fine too.”

Lyla’s face flushed again, not responding.

“And you can always watch too,” Mel suggested.

“W-What?” Lyla squeaked, her face turning bright red now.

“Watch,” Mel emphasized. “Like before he left, Val watched me suck on his cock. Twice, actually. Just watching can be really fun. Make you feel passionate.”

“Very passionate,” Val agreed quietly. “Master likes to touch me while she swallows his cum. It makes my body feel really hot. Makes my heart feel very full.”

Lyla finally reached up to hide her face with both hands.

Mel continued. “She hasn’t actually had sex with him yet, even though she’s sort of his first woman.” Mel frowned, knowing she needed to keep the details vague, since technically his first woman was Eliza. “Well, sort of. First to be truly betrothed to him, at least. Either way, I think you should watch when they have sex the first time. And I’ll watch too – only watch. It will be a good bonding experience for all of us.”

“A-And, what about afterward?” Lyla managed, still covering her face.

“What about it?” Mel wondered.

“W-Well, I mean…” She dropped her hands, her face still bright red. “I mean, do I just watch, and then that’s it? Time for bed or something?”

Mel shrugged. “Guess it depends. Maybe he’ll want to fuck you, and we can watch. Or maybe he’ll want to watch us eat each other out. Who knows?”

Lyla tensed at that. “Umm…I don’t…umm…I mean…”

“Oh,” Mel said in surprise. “You don’t want to try eating a chick out?”

Lyla’s face flushed. “M-My roommate asks all the time, but I just…I can’t…”

Mel shrugged. “That’s fine. I can just eat you out, if you want. Would be especially great if Allie had just fucked you. Or would that bother you too?”

Lyla covered her brown eyes with one hand. “I’ve…well, I’ve never…I don’t know. I’ve never even had a guy…lick me…down there.”

Mel nodded. “Okay, then you can try it with Allie first, and if you like it, and are okay with it, then maybe I’ll do it too while he watches. It’s fine if you change your mind though. Hopefully we’ll be together for a long time, so we can go slow figuring out what everyone likes.” She gestured her rosy elbow toward the busty Holstaur. “Like, Val here thinks that she might like me eating her out, but wants Allie to cum in her pussy first. So we are waiting on that. And she also thinks she might like kissing, but wants to enjoy that with Allie first.”

“I…I see…” Lyla responded. “So…they haven’t even kissed…yet…”

“Yep,” Mel agreed. “Only thing he’s done is suck on her tits.”

Lyla’s rich brown eyes widened in shock, her voice abruptly becoming a low hiss. “Well, that’s not nothing! I thought you were saying they hadn’t done anything at all!”

“They kind of haven’t,” Mel replied with a shrug. “Sucking on her tits isn’t really for pleasure. It’s because she needs to be milked.”

Lyla’s eyes flew open. “M-M-Milked?” she repeated.

“Actually,” Val interjected, visibly looking uncomfortable. “I’m getting really full.”

“Oh!” Mel said in surprise. “I’m sorry Val. You’d think after a few days of this, I would have realized it was about that time.”

“It’s alright,” Val said reassuringly, reaching up to loosen the leather strings holding her top together. “We did agree that it’s really my responsibility to let you and master know.”

“Wait,” Lyla said in disbelief. “You’re going to do it right now?”

Mel scoffed. “This is going to be a day-long trip. Of course we’re going to do it now. And later too. Probably a few times.” She shrugged, readjusting her staff against the seat, as she slipped down on her knees, even as Val shifted further to the edge of the seat. The available space between cushioned benches was so small, that Mel’s leather-clad ass rubbed up against Lyla’s knee, prompting the blonde to jerk her leg to the side, even as Mel continued. “You can have some, if you want. There’s usually more than I can drink. Had to milk her into a pail a few times,” she added, just before wrapping her lavender lips around Val’s large brown nipple.

Lyla’s face flushed deeply as she watched the strong busty woman nurse.

Val spoke up then. “It would really help if you could get the other side, Lyla. I’m starting to leak.”

Her brown gaze shifted to the other nipple, realizing a milky bead was forming on it.

Mel popped up to look back at her. “You drink milk, right?”

“Y-Yeah!” Lyla exclaimed. “But not from a person!”

Mel shrugged. “Holstaur are like cows. Except their milk tastes way better. So much richer. You’re seriously missing out,” she added, before going for the other nipple, sucking briefly to clean it, only to return to the former.

Lyla stared at the cowgirl’s massive tan tits as she thought about the milk she’d drunk in the past, and how similar that bead of milk had looked, prior to Mel drinking it. Largely because…Lyla really loved milk. It was her preferred drink, if she could have it. And because…

Lyla’s stomach unexpectedly growled.

She hadn’t had breakfast.

Val spoke up. “It would really mean a lot if you could help. It’s not…I mean, it’s not like we’re…doing stuff…”

Mel popped off again. “Yeah, this isn’t really sexual for Val at all. She’s been nursing for a while, so to her it’s kind of like just a chore. If you’re hungry, you should help. No need for it to be weird. I promise you’ll love the taste. Seriously, it’s the best milk you’ll ever have.”

And with that, she went right back to nursing.

Another milky bead was beginning to form on the other huge nipple.

Lyla looked up at Val’s sincere purple eyes…

And then sighed heavily.

“May I?” she finally whispered.

“Please,” Val encouraged.

Lyla swallowed hard, before slowly sliding out of her seat, carefully getting closer beside Mel, awkwardly placing her hand on the cowgirl’s thick tan thigh, and then leaning forward to wrap her mouth around the huge nipple, shocked by how much milk came out when she sucked.

Sweet, rich, creamy, and warm, it was truly everything she loved about milk.

Closing her eyes, she sucked again, taking a huge gulp this time.

And then again.

Letting out a heavy sigh through her nose, she sucked harder, gulped louder, only for her eyes to pop open when another sigh reached her ears.

Looking up, she saw the relief on the Holstaur’s face, Val’s purple eyes full of appreciation and tenderness, as the two of them locked gazes. Lyla sucked again, swallowed again, and finally closed her eyes as she began gulping and gulping more rhythmically.

A small soft hand rested against the back of the blonde girl’s head then, prompting her eyes to pop open a second time, feeling Val’s fingers gently rub through the petite human’s gold locks. Those purple eyes staring down warmly as she sucked.

Lyla’s chest grew hot as they stared at each other, unable to close her eyes now.

Unable to look away, as they held each other’s gazes.

Perhaps this wasn’t sexual…

But…

Intimate.

It was very intimate.

And the warmth in Lyla’s chest only grew stronger, spreading down to her belly, making her skin feel hot, and finally creeping down between her thighs.

When Mel sighed heavily in relief, and got up to sit down next to Val again, Lyla decided to stay where she was. Having more room, she got a little closer, reaching up with both hands to hold and occasionally squeeze the large tan breast in front of her face, her belly feeling full now, but her tense gut wanting more.

She felt Val squeeze her legs shut more until her strong warm thighs were against Lyla’s waist, the two of them holding each other’s gaze as the cowgirl began to actively run her thin tan fingers through the smaller blonde’s hair.

The milk was gone now, the large tan tits still huge but less hard, but…

Lyla wanted to continue sucking.

And so she did, Val continuing to stroke her hair, even as they held each other’s gaze.

Mel finally spoke up with a content sigh. “Yeah, I think we’ll get along alright.”

“Me too,” Val agreed affectionately.

Lyla simply sucked in response, her entire body intensely warm…with intimacy.

* * *

Upon opening the door to the servants’ latrine, with my two concubines just behind me, I was faced with two unfamiliar knights, both of them armed with swords, though currently sheathed, with the young Lord Cassian nowhere in sight.

My brow furrowed, even as one of the men spoke up, both of them looking at least a decade older than me, possibly mid-thirties.

“Well, you sure took your sweet fucking time,” he grumbled, having slightly darker hair. “Fucking hell, how long does it take you to shit?”

His words at least told me I wasn’t found out yet.

Which meant, I had a role to play.

I raised my eyebrows as I stepped away from the door, gesturing for my women to step out as well, the two of them calmly filing into the hallway, the center of their bodies on full display for all to see.

Both men looked bewildered.

My tone was lighthearted. “Who ever said anything about a shit? I’m surprised you didn’t hear us if you were standing right here.”

They both exchanged a stunned glance, only for the other man to speak up, his hair a bit lighter, and also looking a bit older in the face. “Lord Cassian said his majesty had given you a gift, but we didn’t realize there were two of them.”

I shrugged, changing subjects slightly. “I asked him to let me know when he was finished with whatever he had to do. I apologize that he didn’t…communicate that…to you…”

I hesitated, because I realized it was possible that they’d tried knocking on the door.

Fuck.

Thankfully, they just shook their heads, the first younger looking guy with darker hair speaking up. “Yeah, that would have been nice,” he commented, only to scrunch up his nose. “But why in there?”

I shrugged again. “Not my preferred location, but he said that he was going to be a while, and it would be an offense to walk around the royal palace with a branch in my pants. The last thing I need is for such rumors to reach the Queen’s ears. She’d have my head.”

The second guy, slightly older guy with lighter hair, scoffed with a small chuckle. “Fuck, I almost forgot your age. Seeing as how young the king looks, it’s hard to believe you’re only a year older, but clearly you’ve still got all the energy in the world.”

The first younger man grunted at that, prompting the second to immediately straighten more and clear his throat. They were obviously close in age, but it seemed as if the slightly younger looking one with darker hair was actually the one who was a bit more careful about what was said regarding the king.

The second man continued. “Anyway, Lord Cassian was needed elsewhere, and so we are to escort you to your chambers, where we’ve been asked to stand guard until Commander Demetri is ready to meet with you.”

I nodded, gesturing with my hand. “Very well. Please lead the way.”

The first slightly younger man abruptly held out his hand. “Forgive me if this is extremely rude…but would it be too much to see?”

Of course, knights or not, they were just regular guys who clearly felt very comfortable with me. Probably because I’d been openly given such a gift in the first place, and also since I’d eagerly accepted, considering I’d supposedly just been enjoying them in the latrine, unable to even wait to get to my chambers.

I laughed. “Sure,” I replied cheerfully, stepping over behind Jasmine and grabbing the side of her robe, tugging it away to fully show half her pale body adorned in silver piercings and delicate chains, her hood still hiding her face.

“Fuck,” the first guy said, even as the second older one let out a surprised whistle.

I then let go and grabbed the side of Blake’s robe, doing the same, only showing half her tan curvy body adorned in gold piercings and rings.

“Fucking hell,” the first one hissed again. “My old hag has never looked like that. Not even when we were young. And the king’s got like three hundred of them, or something like that,” he added, shaking his head.

I nodded, gesturing with my hand for them to lead the way, both promptly doing so, even as I responded, emphasizing ‘gift’ in the singular. “Yeah, I was honestly surprised when he offered this gift, but that’s exactly what the king said. That he’s got hundreds, and I could take this gift home.”

My concubines were right behind me as I followed the knights.

The second one was shaking his head again, speaking up. “Damn, I wish I could become an Ambassador.”

The first one chuckled. “And what? Visit the north to be awarded a manservant from the Queen?”

The second barked out a laugh at that, clearly not having thought that far ahead. “Or I guess, maybe join the Queen’s harem! I’ve heard she’s breathtaking, and still looks extremely young, even though she’s like over a hundred years old. She’s probably got a hundred men at her beck and call.” He abruptly looked back at me then. “No offense.”

I shrugged. “Just between us, she is breathtaking. But also, will castrate you for even giving her a wrong look. If she has any lovers, it’s a well-hidden secret.”

“Not even a husband, huh?” he wondered.

The first one scoffed. “If she had a husband, then there would be a King.”

The second older man shook his head. “Nah, I heard being married to the Elf Ruler doesn’t make someone royalty. Their offspring would be royalty, but her husband wouldn’t be considered a King. Instead, he would be a ‘Prince Consort,’ I believe.”

“Really?” the first said in surprise, focusing back at me.

I shrugged. “Even though I hail from Delanor, the elves are very guarded with their laws surrounding how they choose Rulers. All I know is she is deserving of the position, and hasn’t taken a husband in the ninety or so years that she’s been Queen.”

“Damn,” the younger guy replied, focusing ahead again. “What I wouldn’t give to be her Prince.”

“Keep your voice down,” the older one said seriously, now being the one concerned about what might be overheard.

“You were thinking it too,” the first hissed.

“Doesn’t mean you need to say it out loud,” the second retorted. “Wrong person hears, and it’ll be the last we walk down these halls. Perhaps the last we walk, ever again.” He scoffed. “Besides, you’ve got no reason to complain.”

The first scoffed in response. “I never said my old hag was ugly, just that she’s never had a body like that.”

Clearly, old hag was a ‘term of endearment’ for him, rather than a reference to her appearance. And clearly, the slightly older one didn’t have a woman to call his own.

The older man snorted. “And you’ve never had a body like that either – one worthy of such a fine piece of ass. Only way you’d get that kind of ass, is if you paid for it.”

“Hey, I’d gladly pay for it. I’d just be dead, as soon as my old hag found out.”

The second guy laughed. “Don’t worry, I’d take care of her after your untimely passing.”

The first scoffed. “I’m sure you would. And I’d take care of you from my grave.”

“Hey, I technically won that bet.”

The first sounded sincerely annoyed now. “Are you seriously bringing that up again? For fuck’s sake, it’s been what? Six years now? We were both so drunk, I still can’t believe you remember in the first place.”

The second man scoffed this time. “A bet is a bet. I’m still waiting for the day I get to collect. It was a fair wager.”

“For your mother!” the first retorted. “How is that fair?”

“Oh, so if you had won, you wouldn’t have gone through with it? Even though you said that she doesn’t look a day over forty-five?”

The first scoffed. “Well, she doesn’t! Even now, fucking six years later! Shit, she could be your sister!”

“That’s what I thought.”

“I didn’t agree to anything,” the first guy hissed.

“You agreed it was a fair wager.”

“I’ll agree that we were both piss drunk, and I’m not even confident you really won.”

The second scoff this time. “So, we call it a draw then.”

“Yeah, we call it a draw,” he snapped.

“Everyone wins,” the slightly older guy continued. “A fair trade. Except really, you actually get two out of it, whereas I only get one. Better bargain for you, overall.”

The first one grew tense as he walked, and didn’t respond.

And the second one didn’t seem to feel the need to say anything else.

They both fell completely silent, abruptly dropping the conversation there.

And it started to get a little awkward as we walked in silence the rest of the way, with the first guy not meeting my gaze when we arrived at the guest chambers. I soon found out why when they started talking again in hushed whispers once we were inside and the large wooden doors were closed.

“I get to try with your mother first. If it doesn’t work out, then the deal’s off.”

“Be my guest. But if it does work out, then I’m collecting my end of the deal.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

Clearly, the initial bet was that the second guy got to fuck the first guy’s wife if he won, and the first guy got to fuck the second guy’s mother if he won, whereas now they were agreeing to a draw where ‘everyone’ wins.

But I honestly didn’t give a damn what two random knights of the Ryfle kingdom were plotting, already looking around the room for any signs of a window, or other method for Wren to sneak in. At the moment, we appeared to be in a living space with illuminated Light Crystals. There were two sets of double doors, so I walked over to check the right one, discovering it was only another smaller lounging area with what looked to be a stone tub for bathing.

Half of the room was furnished, the other part mostly bare – the half with the tub.

For a second, I wondered if they would be bringing hot water later, only to notice a stack of wood.

Stepping further into the room, I laid eyes on a hearth with a chimney.

Perfect.

‘Wren, roof. See if you can fit down the chimney.’

She was beyond thrilled.

‘Okay master!’

While she stealthily did that, I walked back into the main room where the girls were now waiting to be told what to do, ignoring them briefly as I crossed to the other door, opening it up to reveal a massive bed with a bright red canopy. There was also a table to the side, filled with all kinds of food, including roasted meat, boiled potatoes, fresh bread, and what appeared to be some kind of cream-filled pastry.

I walked back out of the bedroom, focusing on my concubines and pointing within.

They both immediately began walking toward me, slipping right past, and then moving without hesitation to stand by the bed.

Jasmine’s head was still ducked, but her entire pale body was visibly flushing red.

Alternatively, Blake lowered her silk hood and simply held my gaze, as if she was waiting for me to tell her to completely undress. Something that would be an easy task, since she’d only have to slip off the robe entirely.

I cleared my throat, prompting the redhead to look up too, her flushed freckled face nearly matching her short hair.

I gestured to the edge of the room. “Go ahead and eat.”

They both looked at the table in surprise, clearly having missed it even though I could smell the aromas from here, only for them to glance at each other, followed immediately by Blake walking over. “W-What…What if it’s poisoned?” she asked hesitantly as she stopped at the table, her rich brown hair looking thick, despite the robe pulling on it with its weight on her shoulders.

“If it’s poisoned, then I’ll just heal you.”

She paused to turn her head toward me, her emerald eyes wide. “Oh.”

“Is this really okay?” Jasmine whispered, not having budge from her spot.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” I asked seriously.

She looked up at me, her blue eyes looking almost vulnerable, her hood still on. “I mean, this food is supposed to be for you. I’m only a concubine.”

My eyebrows raised at that, just because she wasn’t jesting.

Like, I literally had a skill now that could sense her feelings on the topic, Empath, and she was speaking seriously. As if she wasn’t ‘just pretending’ to be a concubine, but instead had truly taken my words to heart and become this new person I’d created.

I knew she wasn’t going crazy though, because she’d promised her maidservant that the girl would serve her again, once she was queen.

I decided to take the roleplay to heart too. “We will be doing a lot of walking today, perhaps a lot of physical exertion this evening too. I don’t want you passing out. I’m sure you haven’t been able to eat in a while.”

She visibly swallowed – though which part caused the reaction, I wasn’t sure – and nodded.

Still not moving.

“Go ahead and eat,” I prompted again. “Both of you. Start with dessert if you want.”

Unsurprisingly, they both did.

Jasmine walked over and grabbed a pastry, biting into it with the tiniest little bite, and then mashing down on it a second later with such ferociousness that she got thick white cream all over her face, nearly choking it down before grabbing another to inhale.

I couldn’t blame her though.

She really did look a bit emaciated, not to the point of being all bones, but enough that she could afford to put a bit of fluff on her. Honestly, probably the only reason why she wasn’t worse was because the regular healing, that she had been receiving from the older woman, would let her body function somewhat normally for a while, whereas someone who didn’t get healed would probably spend all their time vomiting up anything they tried to consume.

Alternatively, Blake was a bit more conservative and controlled as she started eating, but picked up the pace after watching Jasmine eat without restraint.

“Just don’t overdo it,” I commented in an amused tone. “The food won’t give you sustenance if it ends up coming back up.”

They both slowed down, beginning to be very intentional about now taking their time.

I realized it was because I was their master.

They wanted to obey.

Sighing, I turned and walked through the main room again, realizing there was another small doorway around a corner. Opening it up, I knew exactly what it was, given the faint scent of shit. Though this one didn’t look like it was connected to any kind of tunnel system. Likely cleaned each time after someone visited the royal palace.

Knowing that Wren had found her way down the chimney, the space very tight but not at all bothersome for her, I went back to the bathing room in preparation for her to make an appearance, closing the door behind me. Honestly, I was glad she didn’t have any kind of trouble with being in tight spaces, because just focusing on her mind was enough to make me personally feel a little uneasy. Granted, if she ‘got stuck’ she could literally just break out of the stones with ease in this situation.

Knowing she was going to be a little dirty, but that she absolutely wanted a hug, I took off my blue robe, and then my white silk shirt, having a seat on a furnished couch, ready to offer her my embrace once she had freed herself.

It took her a while, since she didn’t want to leave any trace of her presence behind by breaking anything, but before long she was tugging herself out into the swept hearth.

Wren gave me a big grin as she stood up, only to silently skip over to me and kneel on the floor between my legs, carefully leaning into me as she took her hug slow despite her excitement.

I wrapped her small frame in my arms and held her snuggly against my chest for a long few minutes.

I hadn’t even realized how much I missed her physical proximity until just now.

When we were physically apart, I felt fine, but now that we were together again, I felt like a void in my heart was being filled. A spot only she could fit.

It made me wonder if it was because she was bound to me, or just because I’d grown to love her in the last nine days. I supposed I’d know when I reunited with Mel and Val, and was able to see how that experience felt compared to this one.

Honestly, I did kind of miss them. But, in truth, I would have seen Val a lot less had I gotten with her sooner. Possibly only once or twice a month. And while I might have seen Mel more often if she’d joined my previous team, I would probably be dealing with the headache of Turg and Dagru constantly trying to get in her pants.

So I wasn’t about to complain about an occasional trip like this.

Another three or four days, and we’d be together again. Probably without interruption for a while.

After a long few minutes of simply hugging tightly, feeling each other’s warmth, I finally let go and stood up, planning on talking with the girls before introducing Wren. Under normal circumstances, I would be more hesitant, but it was very possible that my escape plan might involve Wren, especially in the worst-case scenario, and I wanted them to both know she was an ally.

Thankfully, Wren hadn’t left as much soot on me as I was anticipating, but I kept my shirt off for now, since I was sure I’d be getting more hugs before she left.

Opening the door to the bathing room, I crossed the large living space, and stepped into the bedroom.

Both girls glanced at me, only for both of them to stop eating.

Jasmine dropped the pastry that had been in her hand straight onto the floor, her freckled face slowly turning red again.

I cleared my throat. “Remember what I told you before?”

They both looked confused briefly.

“We have a visitor,” I added.

Both ‘got it’ at the same time, visibly tensing.

“Please go ahead and cover your mouths tightly, as we don’t need the knights rushing in here to see what’s wrong.”

Jasmine immediately held up her hand for me to wait, only to abruptly bow, looking distressed, her short red hair partially hiding her face. “Forgive me,” she whispered, clearly an apology for how she just acted.

I stepped closer. “You are forgiven. Now, what is it?”

“C-Can…can you please describe it? So I’m prepared. Master,” she added.

There was a soft giggle from the other room.

“Hehe.”

They both heard it, tensing more, Jasmine still bowed at the waist.

I kept my voice low, emphasizing that it was a person, not an ‘it.’ “She looks like an elf. Except her face is gray, and her eyes are red.” I paused when Blake reached out for the table to steady herself, likely knowing exactly what this monster looked like, given I’d transformed in front of her. “I promise she won’t hurt either of you, and if my plans don’t work out, then she might be the one who rescues you from this place.”

Neither of them budged, Jasmine still bowing.

“Ready?” I wondered. “If so, cover your mouths.”

Blake did so with one hand, followed by Jasmine standing up straight again before clasping both her hands over her mouth, her emerald eyes already wide, the black silk only leaving a small sliver of skin exposed due to her posture, shoulders both tense but also kind of hunched inward.

Wren was already leaving the bathing room.

“Go slow, please,” I said out loud for their benefit.

They both focused past me in preparation for our visitor.

Wren walked right in, stopped to stand on her tiptoes, planting an affectionate kiss on my cheek, only to then walk over to them like a completely normal person, a pleasant smile touching her gray lips, hiding her teeth.

“Hi,” she then said politely as they both just stared at her.

For a second, neither moved.

Jasmine then very slowly lowered her hands. “H-Hello,” she managed.

“Can we be friends?” Wren wondered curiously, cocking her head to the side in an almost eerie manner. “We have the same master now, so I want to be friends.”

Jasmine’s green eyes widened more, only for her to glance at me.

“I am her master,” I said simply, unsure of what was on her mind.

She focused back at Wren, the elf giving her a pleasant closed-mouth smile as she spoke again. “And you both belong to master now, right? So we should be friends.”

Basically at the same time, both girl’s finally noticed that her teeth weren’t normal, their eyes widening as they focused on her mouth.

Wren immediately pouted. “I know, I have weird teeth.” She focused on Blake. “But I can’t help it. I didn’t ask to be born like this.”

Blake’s dark green eyes turned huge, and she looked at me.

I shrugged. “Same as you,” I said simply, knowing full well that she understood that, but pointing it out anyway.

Jasmine clearly didn’t catch on that we were implying something, her tone hesitant. “And…you’re…a monster?” she whispered.

“Hmm, yeah I guess technically,” Wren said warmly. “Hope we can still be friends though.”

Jasmine nodded very slowly, her hand still raised, hovering over her chin.

“Okay,” she finally agreed in a whisper.

Wren grinned, fully this time, revealing her shark-like teeth. “Can I hug you?”

The redhead’s eyes just looked unfocused as she responded. “Okay,” she managed.

Wren carefully stepped closer.

Up until now, I’d always perceived Wren as being a bit on the shorter side, partially because she was extremely thin even though she was the same height as Val, but especially after my height increase, due to her and Val both now being about a half foot shorter than me.

However, Wren was still an elf.

The top of her head still reached my chin without issue.

And now, standing so close to these two human girls, Wren actually looked very tall by comparison.

Blake was easily a full foot shorter than me, and Jasmine was even a tiny bit shorter than her, but I didn’t really notice just how short they were until they stood next to someone I previously considered somewhat ‘short.’ If anything, probably the reason why I hadn’t fully registered their height compared to me was because I was mostly comparing them to other humans.

Blake wasn’t short compared to the king.

The king was certainly taller, but not by much.

And even though Lord Cassian was a respectable height, Blake wasn’t even really that short compared to him. Not abnormally so.

But only now did I realize…

If I were to wrap my arms around Blake, her face would be right in the middle of my chest. On the lower end too, the top of her head not even clearing my chest. And Jasmine was even a good inch shorter than that, looking especially small due to how petite she was.

Honestly, I supposed I had the same issue when thinking about Lyla’s height.

The bitchy blonde was clearly a few inches taller than Blake, now that I considered her height in comparison to my own, but Wren would be taller than Lyla too.

I just had never seen Lyla and Wren side-by-side before, and never considered what that might look like. But in terms of height, Sylvia and Astaer were both about one inch shorter. Celestine was about two inches shorter, being a bit shorter than her older sister. Eliza and Mel had previously been about the same height as me, now both about three inches shorter.

Val and Wren were both then a few inches shorter than that, standing perhaps five or six inches below my current height.

But Lyla had to be at least eight inches shorter than me, while Blake and Jasmine were at least twelve to fourteen inches shorter.

Either way, Wren was more than half a foot taller than Jasmine as she went in for a hug, even as the redhead just stared like a deer in headlights at those shark-like teeth a little above eye-level, her green eyes wide and unfocused.

Wren carefully gave the petite girl a gentle hug, and then pulled away, revealing she hadn’t left any soot on her at all, not against that black silk at least, the elf girl holding Jasmine’s slim shoulders briefly, before letting go and focusing on Blake.

The brunette hesitated briefly, before lifting her free arm, the large silk robe sleeve hanging off, her other hand still holding onto the table, clearly offering.

Wren walked up into her embrace and gave her a warm hug, holding Blake’s head against her upper chest as she leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I was hoping you would be a good monster, like me. One who loves master and obeys master. I really do hope we can be good friends.” She pouted then. “I don’t really have any friends yet, I don’t think, so it would be nice to have a monster friend like me.”

Blake just stared blankly across the room, gaze unfocused, as Wren continued to hug her, seemingly as if she was waiting for a response.

Blake didn’t look visibly threatened, but clearly took the hint, finally speaking up hesitantly.

“Okay,” she finally managed. “I’ll…I’ll be your friend, if you want.”

Wren squeezed her more tightly, and then let go, taking a few steps back with a warm smile on her gray lips. “Well, I’ll let you two eat,” she said politely. “Hope you don’t mind if I borrow master for a little while, as I haven’t been able to be close to him in a few days now.”

“S-Sure,” Blake replied. “Of course.”

Wren gave her another warm smile, and then nodded at Jasmine, before turning to walk over to me. She reached around to give me another brief hug, only to grab my hand and start leading me out of the room.

And honestly, I was a little shocked by her behavior.

She’d certainly been acting more mature recently, when she wasn’t intentionally trying to be mischievous, but she handled that situation with quite a bit of grace.

I quickly found out why.

Crossing the living area and then closing the door to the bathing room, she undid my leather pants and proceeded to wrap her mouth around my soft cock, stuffing all of it in and just letting it start growing in her mouth, readjusting a few times until I was basically shoving down into her neck. Once I was thoroughly hard, she finally popped off with a deep breath and looked up at me with longing in her crimson eyes.

“Did I do a good job making friends, master? Will you reward me for doing a good job?”

I sighed heavily, seeing no reason not to.

Sitting back down on the furnished couch, I let her climb on me and get my cock between her slim shiny midnight legs, the throbbing head splitting her thicker folds and then beginning to sink deeper into her warm depths, until I was buried fully.

Wrapping my arms around her, I leaned back as she rested her head on my chest, with her beginning to listen to my heartbeat as a peaceful expression filled her gray face. Her red eyes closed, her body relaxed, her midnight hand gently resting on my arms.

This was what she wanted.

To be connected.

To be intimate.

To just exist as one.

And this was the first time I’d actually been in her pussy.

In some ways, she was tighter than Lyla, but that was only because Wren seemed to have more control of her muscles down there. As I was initially sliding in, it felt easy and loose, but now that I was buried in her snatch, she’d tightened around me, to the point I felt like it would be difficult to pull her off if I tried to.

Not that I had any intention on doing so.

Taking a deep breath, we just relaxed like that for what felt like a long time.

Until she finally tensed her hips and pushed herself up a little.

We both knew we were probably limited on time.

Loosening my embrace, I began sliding my hands up and down her slim slick back, feeling her small tight ass, and then moving my hands to her hips and strong skinny legs, loving how firm her body got when she tensed her muscles. And how fluffy she was when she relaxed.

Wren finally tilted her head back as I bent down, our lips meeting as I began tensing my hips as well, the two of us finally fucking for the first time ever, the experience every bit as normal as if she were simply a normal elf and we were passionate lovers.

I hadn’t slept with anyone in basically four days, so it didn’t take me long to start building up.

Wren moaned softly when I began pumping her full of my cum.

The warmth felt amazing to her.

It filled her body with pleasure.

Intense pleasure that made her body feel full, with love for me. A fullness that lasted for several minutes, before she broke our kiss and sighed heavily in contentment as she rested her cheek on my chest.

It was only then that I realized…that had been her climax.

Not a brief intense orgasm, but something different.

Still very intense, but lasting a lot longer.

Compared to what I experienced, and what I assumed most women experienced, her orgasm was somehow more full and almost more…meaningful.

It felt less like mating and much more like bonding.

Not that regular sex didn’t usually involve bonding, but this was something unique.

A unique experience for her.

She was so full of love and happiness right now, that I almost briefly felt bad for not feeling the same way…

Only for my skill to activate.

EMPATH.

And then I was literally drowning in it.

Drowning in her love.

I felt like I’d forgotten how to breathe.

Time seemed to cease.

For a very long time, there was nothing other than this endless sea of affection and tenderness.

Bonding.

There was finally a knock on the door.

Wren sighed heavily, beginning to slide up off me as she gave me a kiss on the lips, only to pull off fully, her unique body keeping everything in, and skipped over to the hearth where she proceeded to squeeze up into the chimney.

I realized she must have heard something I hadn’t.

I focused on her thoughts, but she was still lost in her contentment as she made her way up the tight shaft, using only her fingers stretched ahead of her to tug herself up a little at a time, enjoying the pressure around her now as if it were my hug.

Quickly getting my trousers and leather pants on, I went to answer the door.

My eyes widened in surprise when I saw Lord Cassian standing there with massive eyes.

Two girls…were standing just by the doorway to the bedroom…both of their heads lowered.

From what I could tell, he must have come in unannounced, only to be rather shocked to discover I had two girls with me.

His first words said it all.

“Are you fucking insane?!” he hissed loudly.

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