Exalted: Orgiastic Triumph of the Chosen

[Armphid]

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Bandit camps were places of noise and carousal after a successful raid. Cheers, bawdy songs, the clinking of jade and looted trinkets, the clash of mugs and ale casks, the sobbing and cries of those carried off as prizes as the bandits took their joy. Yet this one was not. There was not noise but music. Flutes and a drum and even a fiddle, playing together and well a tune of ethereal quality and beauty. A song that tried, but failed, to recapture the beauty and horror of things not of Creation.

The bandits looked like most of their kind; dirty and unkempt, with ragged arms and only a few with tattered armor. Until one saw their faces. Then they saw the eyes that were inhumanly hungering and needful, glassy, and unfocused as if straining to see into another world. Bands like these were feared far more than any mere bandits, for these were humans whose hearts and minds had been claimed by the Fair Folk and had been sent back into Creation to bring the rakshas more victims. The Ravagers knew no fear or lust, save for that of the Fair Ones, loved and desired and feared over all else.

Tents were erected here and there; the camp laid out with little reason or sense. The bandits themselves, save for those out in the woods on watch, were gathered about a large fire, eating and playing, and whispering among one another about if this would be enough for their masters to give them some joy. A group of captives, girls and boys in the blossoming of adulthood, were tied together between several large trees in the otherwise clear area of the camp. They had been cared for and harmed less than others taken by more normal bandits but their fear was greater. Bandits would ravish their bodies and sell them into slavery. The Ravagers were going to give them to the Fair Folk who would eat away their dreams, hearts, their wills, until they were broken shells of people, only them to be sold into slavery. They wept.

The song rose in tempo and pitch into a wildly hopeful whirl, begging for celebration, and then cut off in flighty sighs of flutes and a trailed off screech of the fiddle. The musicians stared past their fellows with their glassy eyes; the rest of the bandits turning to do the same.

At the edge of the clearing, walking purposefully towards them was a lone man. Well, more like a boy. Not into his twentieth year yet but likely not far from his features. He was dressed in the simple clothes of a farming youth; slightly baggy breeches, stained brown leather shoes, a thigh length tunic of undyed gray bound with rope for a belt, a few pouches hanging from it. There was a small grain flail tucked into the rope belt next to the sheath for a crude handled knife. In his hands the youth carried an old but well maintained scythe; the blade of the harvesting tool gleaming dully in the light of the fire.

He stopped perhaps seven feet from the ring of raiders. The youth was tall and strong; not yet filled into his build through lack of proper food more than anything else. His skin was light complected but weathered by time in the sun. He was handsome, though he would likely be more so clean and in garb that was not old and threadbare, with clear carved, strong features. His eyes were a shocking green like light shining through a polished emerald and his hair was a wild shoulder length mane of dark brown. Lips that would be full with a steady diet were set in a determined expression. "Once chance, Ravagers. Let them," the head of the scythe indicating the startled captives, "come with me and leave us and the town alone. Or die and I'll take them home anyway."

The raiders started to stand up, drawing weapons. A lean, rawboned woman shook her head, "Silly boy, we can't do that. The pretty masters won't like that at all."

Another, a scar face man, smiled. "You'll just join us on our way. You got past our watchers, but they've heard you now so no way back out. They-"

"They're dead." The raiders paused in their advance, glassy eyes oddly curious. The young man pulled a long string of leather with a wide bowl in the middle from his belt and let if fall; a sling. "It doesn't make noise and neither will they now."

The lean woman raised her eyebrows, "Oh, they'll like you, silly boy. Very much. Would be heroes taste good, they say." And she waved her thick bladed sword vaguely at him. Taking it for a signal, the remaining bandits began to charge but before they had even moved, he struck.

The young man's feet slid apart and planted firmly, his shoulders set, the scythe raised with deceptive slowness. The edge glinted gold in the moment before it fell and the screams began. He swung the curved bladed tool in a wide arc and three fell; cut open at the stomach. Those remaining nearest him lashed out with clumsy swings but the peasant knocked them aside with the haft of the scythe. He stepped forward and a glint of brilliant gold seemed to appear on his forehead; growing sharper and more defined as he attacked again. He blurred into motion, faster than any mortal could, the crude blade of the scythe arcing down and around and through four times in the space of moments it took a man to breathe and each blow felled a man, two of them cut into pieces that tumbled to the dirt.

Though half their number had fallen, ravagers were without fear; their ability to feel it had been stripped away. Those left rushed in and brought their weapons down. But the boy was like unto a mighty oak and though his tunic and trousers were torn by the strikes of foes, all they did was raise thin red lines on his flesh, not even enough to bruise.

The raw boned woman stared in shock as more of her band were cut down; screaming and cursing and praying to the Fair Ones to save them. Golden light mingled with red and white now shone around the boy and on his forehead burned a gold symbol; an eight rayed sunburst. She stepped back, "Im...impossible. An..Anathema! Forsaken!" Then the blade of the scythe buried itself between her breasts and her glassy eyes stared into the boy's emerald gaze.

He wrenched the blade free and she toppled over without a sound. "You've got nerve calling me that, with what you were going to do." The light coming off of him cast flickering shadows off of the bodies of the bandits as they lay strewn around the camp site. The farm boy looked at them and sighed, his eyes sad. A little more of his innocence lost.

The captives stared as he drew near, a few of them starting to cry. All had heard stories of the Anathema. The monsters in human form that had ruled Creation long ago; gold and silver but the gold was worst! Abominations and horrors, greater killers than any raksha or demon! One of the older ones, a pretty girl in her eighteenth year stood up as his light washed over them, "Y-you killed them...and now...now us too?"

He looked at her and then drew his knife from his belt. The blade wasn't even steel but simple iron. The girl turned her head as he grabbed her hands and then blinked as she felt the ropes around them fall away. "Don't be an idiot. You're Ilya, right?" She nodded dumbly. "Your dad'll be glad to have you back. The rest of you too, I bet." She, and the other prisoners, continued to stare at him as he went down the line and cut them loose.

"B-but...you're Ana-"

"The hell I am!" She flinched at his raised voice and he sighed again, closing his eyes. "Sorry. Just don't call me that. I'm not that. My name's Torasin." He shrugged, "They called me "Tor" at home." He walked away from the group of teenagers. "Now, if saving you all isn't enough for you to trust me, you can stay here until sunrise and hope they," he nudged one of the corpses with a foot, "didn't have any friends coming to meet them. Otherwise, I'm going back to your village. You're welcome to come with me."

Ilya took a few faltering steps after the stranger, "But in the dark..."

Torasin's lips turned up in an almost smile. They were all pretty scared. "Don't worry." He spent a sliver of his power and the light around him increased; a brilliant golden aura around him, bright enough to see clearly a spear's cast away. "I'll keep the darkness back."

~~~~~~~~~​

Breaths and moans mingled together in the rich room; the large bed draped in silks, its fine covers tossed and scattered by the movements of the entwining bodies on it. The man was large but not in height. He had the glossy skin and hair of one who ate often and well; his black hair shiny, s pointy beard on his pudgy face. His bare chest and bulging belly were sweaty and heaved with effort as his hips bucked up and down, driving his hard cock into the heavenly form above him. Such a form that he didn't notice how much more effort it was taking than normal.

The woman was gorgeous. She was a northerner; her skin pale and smooth and her hair was a flaming mass of copper curls that fell down past her shoulders in a glorious mane. Her lips were pink as were the erect nipples on her large, high, pert breasts. They jiggled and bounced as the man under her pumped himself up into her, filling her pink, wet cunt with his dick again and again. Her face was beautiful and her eyes were the stormy blue of the northern seas. She moaned out, her luscious lips in a smile as he fucked her, doing his best to please her, giving her that delicious fullness over and over.

"Ah-hh!" He gasped, his breath ragged, "Ah-am-amazing! Suh-so good, n-never had better-!"

"Ohh, I know," she cooed. "I'm the best you'll ever have." She whimpered as she felt his thrusting lose pace, "Oh, dragons! Fuck! You going to cum? Going to give me your jizz? Oh, give it me, lord! Rich man! Master, give it to me!"

He groaned and his hips bucked wildly. She purred as she felt his member spasm in her, jets of heat spraying into her, pumping his last load into her willing and waiting body. "Uhh...so...so incredible...so good...never felt one...like that..."

She smiled down at him; a self-satisfied and unfriendly expression. "I know. And you'll never know better."

He laughed weakly, struggling to regain his breath. "Ha...hh...hh...how do you...know that? I'll...huhh-hire you...on..." His eyes were unfocused but he was trying to orient them on her. "C-can't..."

"Finally figured out something's wrong, rich man?" She laughed and held up a hand. Around the base of her middle finger was a ring of bronze that had a thin, needle-like blade, maybe an inch long on it. "I know you'll never have better because I poisoned you when you put it in me and let you fuck yourself to death." Her eyes were hard. "You sold people to the Fair Folk to have their souls eaten so you could get perfect docile slaves to sell. And it made you rich and powerful and you were so sure no one could touch you." She stood up off of him and his cum spilled out of her onto his quivering form as it fought for breath. "But you were so willing to touch me."

She stepped off of the bed and leaned down to whisper in his ear, "There's always justice, rich man. Tell everyone you meet in hell that the Sun sees your sins again. And I will deliver his justice on every one of you filthy bastards."

His last breath was a sad, gurgling thing. Just before the light faded from his eyes, she blew him a kiss.

There was a sudden commotion in the house beyond his bedroom as she stood up from the dead merchant. Raised voices. Sounds of fighting? But no one could know what she'd done yet. So..."Did you have other enemies, you fat pig?"

 

[HookerBoots]

The walk back to the village was strange for all involved. Tor wasn't used to being surrounded by people who felt driven to be close to him, but were terrified that he might touch them. These people were both - scared of the darkness around them, as scared that he might eat their souls, or something equally horrible. But the girl whose ropes he'd cut first, Ilya, was staying closer than the others, her eyes shining with the golden light he gave off and something that might have been hope.

At least they'd all stopped crying.

Lost in his own thoughts, Tor almost jumped when a small hand touched his arm, and looked down at the pretty, dirt-smudged face that looked up at him. "T-thank you. For saving us." Her cheeks were flushed, and she smiled timidly. "All of us, we owe you our lives."

He ducked under a branch, and shrugged, looking back out at the woods he was leading them through. "It was the right thing to do. And Ravagers . . . they came to my village, once. Tried to take my sis." Tor looked down at Ilya for a second, his face unreadable. "I didn't let them take her then, and I wasn't about to let them take you now."

The flush on her cheeks deepened. "I wish I could," she stepped closer, her legs stretching to match his stride as she pressed herself against his arm, "find some way to thank you."

As the woods opened up, the trees giving way to tall grass and the backs of houses, he shrugged again. "Your father's promised me supplies already, I don't need anything else. You folks have little enough, I'd be cruel to take more."

Her face showed almost bald incredulity and near-amusement. "I . . . see." She stepped back a little just as her father and the rest of the people who'd hired him came out from between two houses to meet them.

The broad-shouldered older man looked at the group that had come out of the woods with a slow, amazed smile. "I didn't think . . . when you said you'd bring them back, lad, I didn't think you'd really be . . . ." He trailed off as the joy of seeing his daughter again faded and he noticed for the first time the golden glow emanating from Tor.

A short, plump, dark-haired girl in the back of the group pushed her way forward. "He saved us! He's a hero, uncle, no matter that he's . . . you know."

There was a moment of silence, and the man nodded. "S-so he is." He wrapped an arm around Ilya's shoulders and pulled her close. "Well, lad. As we, uh, promised, you can take what you can carry from our town stores." He looked at the group behind him, and bit his lower lip. "I hate to say it, since you did save our own, but what with you bein' Anathema and all . . . well, we're all decent people here, but some as didn't have one of their own saved, they might head up to the Temple."

Tor's face darkened. "With my being what?"

The man spluttered for a moment. "That is, I mean . . . you being . . . the savior of our village . . . that is . . . a person . . . that's misunderstood by . . . the world . . . please?" he finished lamely, his eyes pleading.

The young man sighed. "I understand. I come from a small village myself." He didn't like it, but . . . "I hope you can explain to whatever well-meaning person that I didn't harm anyone except the Ravagers, and I'll take what I can carry and be on my way this evening."

~ ~ ~ ~​

Ivory Dawn tugged one of the silken bedsheets that had been tossed aside out from underneath the massive bed and wrapped it around herself. As she heard the latch on the door being tested, she pushed mightily, and the corpse on the bed turned over, his glassy eyes now staring away from the door, and draped a sweat-soaked sheet over the still form. Hopefully, if that was some of his retainers, it would fool them long enough to let her get away.

The door was locked, and it was quiet through the wood for a moment. And then the sound of whirring machinery, and the knob turned anyway, the lock clicking as though it were opened. "I told you so!" a muscle-bound man said as he straightened from the level of the latch, tucking something made of bronze back into his sleeve. Next to him, a slender golden blond woman sighed. "I know, I know. 'Your inventions always work'. Remind me of that the next time you explode our camp. Now, to business." She peered into the room, pushing the door farther open with the tip of the daiklaive she carried in one hand.

It wasn't that they were breaking into the room - she'd broken into enough rooms, and these two were amateurs at best. But they both had burning sigils on their foreheads - the woman a golden disc, the man a golden circle with the top half filled in. "Hello?"

The two stepped in, looking around cautiously. Then the man, his dark eyes dancing, laughed. "I truly didn't expect to actually catch him with his pants down - literally!"

Shaking her head, the woman stepped farther inside. "Gunesh, not the time." She kicked the door shut behind herself and moved forward, looking cautiously at the copper-haired woman. "It would be best if you left now, miss. We're here for the pig in the bed."

Ivory Dawn looked at them carefully, making sure they were telling the truth. But those glowing marks . . . . "I'm afraid you're too late for that," she said, gesturing to the bed. They glanced at each other, and then Gunesh moved forward, flipping over the body and pressing one hand to its neck.

He sighed after a moment. "He's dead, Tri. Not long ago."

"Just a few minutes, actually - and not a moment too soon." Ivory Dawn held up her left hand, letting the bronze needle catch the light. She let her hand drop to her side, and extended her right hand to them, letting a drop of her own power flow into the mark on her own head. As the empty golden circle flared to light, both of them caught their breath. "I'm Ivory Dawn, a Dagger of Heaven."

There was a tense moment of silence, and then the woman shifted her blade to her other hand and extending the now-empty one. They clasped hands, and she smiled a little. "I'm Triumphant Mantis, a Golden Bull."

The man looked between the two of them. "Well, this was unexpected. Tri, why didn't you think that something like this would happen?" He extended his hand to the tall, sheet-wrapped woman. "Tepet Gunesh, a Copper Spider. We should have figured that Lesseth would have more people after him than just us. But we didn't expect a fellow Exalt to be here."

The blond was glowering at him. "Don't start with me on this, Gunesh. She's Night, if we hadn't startled her, she probably would have been invisible in plain sight."

The secretive smile on the other woman's face was there and gone in a second. She wasn't about to tell them that she wouldn't have needed to be even that sneaky. "In any case, my new friends, given that even the rumor of Anathema won't keep the peasantry - particularly the ones who are being paid - from coming in and investigating, we should perhaps leave. I've got a place we can go, or we can . . . stop there, get my things, and vacate the town rather quickly."

Triumphant Mantis smiled at her, looking over the silk-draped form. "I take it you speak from experience."

"I may have been in similar situations a time or two." The sheet slithered to the floor and Ivory Dawn went to where her clothes were piled, feeling both sets of eyes following her naked form. She bent at the waist, picking up the dress she'd worn, and making an exasperated sound. "Damn. I'll have to take the risk of stealing something of his."

She padded over to the wardrobe, her hand riffling through the silks and velvets with quick ease. "He couldn't have been taller, no, of course not," she muttered. "I'll be lucky to find a tunic that hits my thighs."

 

[Armphid]

Tor walked on through the night. The lights of the celebratory fires in the village were bright but far away now. He'd left the road behind and was again in the woods. It would be nice to use the road but it was too risky. The fires back in the village were for keeping watch too; watch against him. And if they were scared enough of him, they'd have sent someone to the monastery as soon as his back was turned. Which meant that they had. They were peasants and the truth was that peasants were opportunistic cowards. He knew; he had been one himself until two months ago. Even before his Exaltation it had infuriated him at how petty his fellow farmers and villagers could be. And how cruel.

Either way, it meant that the Immaculate monks might be in the village now asking about him. They probably wouldn't try to starting hunting him tonight. Unless there were Dragon-Blooded there. He felt a moment of...not fear but unease at the thought of facing such enemies. He hadn't felt fear in a long time now. Not since his Second Breath. He didn't know if he even could feel it anymore.

He had enough supplies from the village store to last him a week or so. A smirk graced his lips at the thought of their faces when he'd filled the sacks they'd given him to the brim and lashed them together to carry. It was too much for someone to carry. Someone normal, at least. For him...it was heavy. But he'd carried heavy things before.

Tor continued on for hours. He would pause for a few minutes every now and then to rest and to listen for any sounds of pursuit. The woods were quiet. And yet he felt...watched. A few times, he almost thought he'd caught a glimpse of something moving around in the woods. But it was pretty difficult to see. He had let the light of his anima fade in order to not give his position away to any pursuers. However, that made the going slow and left him in deep darkness.

In the darkness of the brush to his right, the one who had been following for the last few days crouched. He had endurance; which she liked in a man. And he'd almost noticed her a few times tonight. His awareness was keen, even if his human eyes couldn't pierce the darkness under the trees. Her tail slowly moved from side to side, her panther's eyes easily following him as he moved onward. North and west. Always north and west. Was it purposeful? Or was he just wandering?

She crept after him as he traveled through the forest, silent as an owl on wing. She was sleek and powerful; black fur blending into the night as her feline form moved with ease and grace. Even in this shape, she could feel his emotions through her wedding band, though it was Elsewhere. Her incarnations had kept both of their rings and when he'd returned at last, her ring had resonated and she felt him. It was that which had drawn her here far from the southeast jungles that were her usual haunts. She had to find him and see him. And now that she'd seen him...that wasn't quite enough. She had learned a great deal about him but watching had gotten boring. She was a cat, after all. It was time to play a little. Or a lot.

Tor set the rudimentary harness he'd made down onto the ground. He'd reached the crest of a rise. The high ground would give him a good position if he needed to fight and it was clearer up here than down below so he had more visibility. The young Ascending Sun stretched a bit before sitting down with his back to a tall and thick tree stump. He'd rest a while and maybe, if it seemed safe enough, get a few hours sleep before dawn. Then he'd have to cover as much ground as possible in case the Immaculates were after him. “Fighting and running,” he muttered to the night, “is that all life is going to be now?”

~~~~~~~~~​

“I'm not complaining,” Triumphant Mantis grinned, “nor will anyone else who sees you, I'm sure.” Ivory Dawn looked back at the shorter woman with a quirked eyebrow. The blond winked back, “But that's not the point, I know.”

Gunesh had unclasped his own cloak and offered it to the stunning assassin, “You're about my height, which is fantastic by the way, so please use this.”

“Thank you,” she made sure her hand made contact with his as he handed it over. It was a brief yet lingering caress; the kind that could drive a man, or a woman, wild. The garment was very fine and more than anything else she'd seen yet convinced her of the truth of his name. A Dynast and a Solar Exalted? She pulled on one of the richer tunics and then pulled the cloak around her, fastening it in place. “Shall we go?”

They may have been amateurs at breaking in but her new acquaintances obviously had other talents. The house was in moderate shambles. Guards were lying all over the place in unconscious heaps; some with broken bones or cuts but none of them dead. Discarded and broken weapons littered the area along with broken pottery, shredded wall hangings, and cracked statuary. Ivory Dawn pursed her full lips as they walked through the carnage. Formidable, if perhaps a bit too direct.

“Was it the slaves?” Triumphant Mantis looked back at her. In the well-lit foyer of the house, Ivory Dawn could see the two of them more clearly. Triumphant Mantis was a striking woman, perhaps even as beautiful as she was. Her skin was smooth and creamy, less pale than her own, and her hair was a sunny golden hue. She had a pleasing figure, curved and sensual, with round hips and long legs, her bust not quite as generous as Ivory Dawn’s own but more than enticing. She wore thigh-high boots of blue leather trimmed in gold, her legs bare otherwise until they met her body. She wore a close fitting sleeveless tunic that came down just to her hips, and over that a finely crafted shirt of golden mail covered with a blue tabard that hugged her body and was tightly belted at the waist. A harness strap slid up between her tempting breasts and over one shoulder, from which hung the baldric for her gleaming golden daiklaive. Around her neck was an ornate collar of the same metal her weapon was crafted from. Her arms were bare; strong and defined yet still smooth and feminine. She was wearing supple blue leather gloves with bronze plates sewn onto the forearms. There was a sensuality that seemed to hang about her; enhanced by pouty, lush lips and smoldering eyes the color of rich earth.

“It was,” she answered. “It’s an open secret around here. I heard enough stories of it from people in the places I’ve been dancing. The people here were terrified of him but everyone thought he was too rich and powerful to stand up to.”

“And, as usual, the people are wrong,” Gunesh quipped. He was taller than Ivory Dawn by an inch or so, more like the average height of men from her northern homeland. His body was powerfully built; strong and heavily muscled. He wore a short and tight fitted shirt of metal plates sandwiched between leather, well tooled and decorated as well as being solidly made. The tunic beneath and his trousers were both silk in shades dark reds. He wore a wide leather belt that was festooned with pouches and tools and a strange weapon was strapped across his back. It looked almost like a spear but was wider at one end and had a grip there, the other end showing that the thing was not solid but part of it was a hollow tube of metal. She’d heard of these, a firewand from the South. He had the fine, cream colored skin of those from the Blessed Isle and his features were noble and looked almost as though they had been deliberately carved. His hair was quite short, cut in Legion style close to the scalp, and his dark eyes were quick and keen. “We came here for the same reason.”

The trio walked out into the night of the trade town. Being a gathering of people from many nations, they were not entirely odd among the others heading home from late night business or pleasures. “I think leaving…might not be a bad idea,” Triumphant Mantis said after they had gone a few streets away from the dead man’s large house. “We would have anyway.” She paused, “We were also going to Cayir. That's more or less where our home is.”

The lush Zenith looked up at Ivory Dawn, “I know you have only just met us. But I feel close to you already and would love to grow closer yet.” She smiled and let her eyes travel boldly over the other woman. “If you wish it, you could come with us. I think that…we may have been friends once and should be so again.”

 

[HookerBoots]

The moonlight was strong overhead, plenty for Tor to see by as he went about making a cold meal before he bedded down for the night - he wasn't about to risk a fire with the potential pursuers he had. As he leaned back on one of his packs, chewing on a piece of bread wrapped around one a generous dollop of berry preserves, he listened carefully to the night. No owls, or crickets, or anything. Something was out there. Something big and predatory.

Suddenly, it appeared on the other side of the camp he'd made. A large black panther, eyes gleaming golden in the light from the moon. The silvery light seemed to cast the bulging muscles into relief, making the cat appear almost like a statue, an ideal panther that someone had made from moonsilver and soulsteel. It looked at him, just looked, and Tor froze as the world seemed to shimmer around him.

He sat not on the cold ground, but on a golden chair, the sun shining brightly overhead as he took a bite of a food he could not identify except as something delicious. The balcony overlooked a shining white city, gleaming palely in the glory of the morning, and he sighed happily. Suddenly, from behind, a panther leaped over his head and landed on the other chair, tail wrapped around its front paws.

"I suppose you think you're clever," he said in a voice that was deeper, richer than his own. "Just because I can't jump like that."

He shook his head, still eying the large predator that had decided to share his space for the moment. The beast had settled on its haunches for now, the tail lashing over the dew-dampened grass behind it. The massive head tilted to one side, and it licked its lips at him.

A golden-skinned woman tilted her head and licked her lips, her eyes gleaming the same color golden as pure honey. She stalked towards him with the grace of a prowling cat, and he felt a thrill - the same thrill he always felt when she did that - as he shifted on the bed to follow her motion. In a flash, she'd jumped onto the bed, her weight barely enough to shift the covers, and then she pounced on him, her lips pressing to where his neck and shoulder met, pearl-white teeth scraping the skin delicately.

The panther stood up, the muscles beneath the velvet hide moving powerfully. It paced back and forth for a moment, then moved forward, walking towards the young man. He couldn't move, but he didn't want to become prey for a cat. It hadn't acted aggressive so far, however, so maybe it was a pet from one of the satrapy menageries?

The large, soft head butted against his shoulder, nudging him, and he felt the thrill of the contact so much more than anything else he'd felt in a long time other than the thrill of battle. The golden eyes looked up at him, and he saw in them amusement and human intellect. "What . . . what are you?" he breathed.

". . . and I am yours, for this life and all others." The gorgeous woman looked up at him, her honey-colored eyes shining as the sun looked down on them. She wore a stunningly low cut gown, and had spring flowers in her hair. "This I vow, in the names of the Unconquered Sun and Luna."

Their hands were clasped tightly, as though they were holding on to each other for stability. The priest rested one hand on their clasped fingers and smiled. "I join you now, in the names of all the Gods, for all eternity."

The panther licked his arm, and then stepped back slightly. The moonlight almost seemed to gather around the beast for a moment, and then the shape became fluid, shifted from one thing to another. And a dark-skinned woman covered in silver tattoos stood in the panther's place. "Good evening," she said mildly, as though she weren't naked, standing on a hill in the middle of the night with a strange man.

Tor's voice was a little strangled. "Good evening, ma'am."

She chuckled, which did amazing things to her anatomy. "No need to be so formal." His eyes drank in every square inch that he could see, memorizing the curves of the first naked woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Chocolate-brown (he thought) skin, accented with curving, arcane tattoos in gleaming silver. High, firm, enticing breasts over a flat stomach and lushly rounded hips. A neatly maintained V of silky hair (red, he thought, but the moonlight made colors impossible to tell) pointed him to a place he'd only dreamed of. To try to avoid the shameful flush that idea brought to his cheeks, he looked at her face. Finely sculpted features, a face that looked used to being amused as well as being fierce, eyes that looked like black pools in the moonlight and a crest of possibly-red hair that fell down her back to her knees.

He coughed, then looked at a point over her head, thinking it best. "Well, ma'am, as we've never met before, I have to be properly respectful."

She chuckled again, and before he could react, she moved, sitting naked on his lap, her face inches from his. "But we have met before, silly boy." His expression was a blend of confusion, disbelief, and almost desperate desire. "It's been a very, very long time, though. My name is Cunning Starfire."

~ ~ ~ ~​

Ivory Dawn only thought for a moment before nodding. "I think you're right. And I think that it would be a good idea for us to leave together. Cayhir sounds like a good place to go to me." They were threading through the streets of the town quickly and efficiently, not like people running from something, but like people with someplace to go - maybe her new friends weren't as bad at this as she'd thought.

Gunesh tucked his hands into the sleeves of the jacket he wore. "So, how far is it to the place you're staying at?"

"Another block." She turned her head slightly to look at him. "Why do you ask?"

The innocent expression on his face made her eyes narrow as he said, "Oh, no reason. Just curious."

"He's got," Triumphant Mantis said dryly, "a mechanism he says can move people from place to place very very fast. And it folds down to no bigger than a belt buckle!" She shook her head. "We're riding the horses out of here, Gunesh."

His face was guiltily indignant. "I know that, Tri! If it was going to be very far, I would have offered to let us try it out to get to Ivory Dawn's inn. That's all!"

They turned a corner, and Ivory Dawn stopped. "Thankfully, there's no need, since we're here already." She grabbed the door handle. "You can wait out here, or go to where your things are, and we can meet at the north gate."

Triumphant Mantis smiled a little wickedly. "You're not inviting us up?" Her lush lips pushed out in a pout. "But I thought we were friends!"

"If you'd like to come up, you certainly can," the copper-haired woman said with a smirk, "but I don't know that there will be time for anything fun - I'll put on my own clothes, pack up what isn't still packed, and be back down."

"Aww! You're no fun." Triumphant Mantis smiled at her. "We'll meet at the gate in no longer than one hour."

 

[Armphid]

"Cunning Starfire," he repeated, softly. He was blushing furiously, though she could feel the heat in his face better than she could see the color change in the moonlight. "I'm Torasin."

"Tor," she purred, rolling the 'r' in his name in a way that made him shiver. One hand was braced against the tree trunk behind him over one shoulder, the other resting on his right shoulder itself. Her breasts pressed against him; the feel of their soft warmth amazing even through the fabric of his tunic. "Now that that's out of the way..." She wriggled against him and he groaned softly as her breasts shifted on his chest and her sex rubbed against the throbbing erection that had formed the moment she'd revealed her true form.

She kissed him before he could even think of something to say. After a shocked moment, he kissed her back. His hands moved to slide up her back, his fingers tracing over a few of the tattooed lines as he felt her skin. Gods, so smooth and so warm. So warm. He was cold but like this...he felt warmer already. Especially down there.

He felt he should say something but he could think of nothing. She was so beautiful, so sexy, so lush, so exotic, so nude, and touching him, and he just...he didn't know what to do. But he knew what he wanted...but he shouldn't assume...but she'd been the one to straddle his lap...

The kiss broke, "I...this feels so good and so warm but I don't...I'm a vir-"

A finger pressed to his lips. "Shh." Then her hands moved to untie his rope belt. His eyes widened before she grabbed his tunic and hauled it over his head. "You know what to do," she whispered. "What you want. What I want."

He gulped. He...this...this was...insane but...he did want this. He wanted her. A strange woman he'd just met but somehow felt as though he'd known all his life. "Y-yes, I do." He surprised her then, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her now. She purred into him, her lips grinning even as they kissed.

She sat up off of him, bracing her arms against the tree and looking down at him with those eyes, her breasts hanging in his face. "Take it all off, Tor. And then..." Her grin widened and she licked her lips.

Tor's hands almost trembled as he removed his shoes and trousers as quickly as he could. Like most peasants, he wore no undergarments, and his manhood stood proudly in the moonlit night air. "Ohhh," she cooed, "the best part of you yet, handsome boy."

He looked up at her with hope and elation in his eyes, "Is...I mean, it's really..."

"Yes. Oh, yes." She licked her lips again, "I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks...but we'll have to wait to know that."

"We will?"

"Mmm, after we fuck the first time."

"Th-the first time?"

"Of many," she answered in a voice drenched with lust and hot, wet anticipation.

~~~~~~~~~​

Ivory Dawn kept things in a state of readiness or near-readiness at all times. In her line of work, either of them, one never knew when a hasty exit might be called for. She pulled the stolen garments off and cast them into the hearth fire before folding Gunesh's cloak and stuffing it into one of her saddlebags. She dressed quickly in flattering but practical riding garb before taking a few minutes to twine her wild hair into twin, long, thick braids.

She pulled up a set of flagstones in front of the hearth and pulled out a wooden box. A set of ornate bracelets with faintly glowing gems and a matching pair of anklets were removed and put into place on her body. She let out a soft sound of relief as she did so; feeling immediately more secure. Then she reached into her cache again to lift out the more obvious of the artifacts she possessed. It was a sword made of the same golden metal that Triumphant Mantis' blade, armor, and collar were crafted from. The blade was thick, perhaps six inches wide, and about three feet in length with a slight curve. It was named Surprising Reach of Justice and it felt very good to have in her hands again.

She took time to secure all her remaining possessions and clean up the traces of her presence here. When she was done, her hour until meeting the others was almost up. She stole her mount out of the stables quietly and made her way to the gate from town.

Gunesh was there already; holding the reins of two horses. He nodded as she approached, noting the weapon belted at her waist. "Hmm, interesting. If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to take a look at that later. Among other things." The Dynast looked her over and smiled, "I like the braids."

Ivory Dawn smiled back, "They always do. Where's Triumphant Mantis?"

The massive man nodded towards a small shack beside the gate. "Making sure our exit doesn't get mentioned to anyone." As he finished speaking, the woman in question stepped out of the shack and let the blanket that served as its door swing shut.

Triumphant Mantis walked up to them, still dressed as before. "No one will remember seeing us at all," she assured them, "provided we leave in the next ten minutes or so." There was something on her face near her lips; a gobbet of some glistening, thick liquid.

"Uh, Tri?" Gunesh mimed wiping his lips.

"Oh? Ah." The blond's tongue flicked out and captured the errant substance, "Not as good cold but thanks, Gunesh." She took her reins from him and pulled herself up into the saddle. "Shall we, friends?"

 

[HookerBoots]

"Huh?" Tor's face was astonished more than confused, and his eyes were locked onto her bare form. "You mean, more than once, with me? You . . . I don't know anything about anything like that."

Her smile took his breath away. "Don't worry, Tor," she cooed, stepping back and kneeling on the grass for a moment before squirming around to lay on her back, her long legs spread. "I'm a very capable teacher, and I can tell you're a gifted student."

There was a moment of pause before he moved forward, not from hesitation but from the sheer beauty of the moment. This gorgeous creature appears from nowhere, and offers herself to him, saying that she wanted him. It was possible this was some sort of trap - likely, even. But he couldn't help himself. The attraction to her was so strong, and the way she was posed . . . everything primal in him was telling him what he wanted to do. So Tor moved across the ground as quickly as he could, and in what felt like a cold eternity moving over the night-chilled ground, he could feel her warmth.

Cunning Starfire looked up at him, her eyes gleaming in the moonlight as he loomed over her. Her hands lifted, wrapping around his neck and pulling his face to hers, kissing him with fierce passion, her tongue slipping between his lips. One of his hands went to his stiff cock, trying to guide it to where she wanted it, where he wanted to put it. At the same time, her legs wrapped around his waist, hips thrusting up at him, sheathing him in one fluid motion.

As the thickness of his cock slid home, both of them cried out, eyes squeezing shut, backs arching. Tor had never felt anything like this, the molten heat of her body enveloping him, the prefect press of those magnificent breasts against his chest, it was unbelievable. With a sighing moan, Cunning Starfire tightened her legs around his waist. "Yesssss, nothing like it!" Her eyes opened, meeting his half-glazed ones with fierce, hungry lust. "I can't wait anymore, lover. Fuck me, I need it!"

His mind still reeling from the loss of his virginity - something that, after his exaltation, he'd never imagined he'd lose - Tor nodded, his hips starting to move. The heartbreaking feeling of pulling partway out of her body was soothed quickly in the thrust back inside, the searing heat wrapping around him eagerly again. He moved again, loving the delicious friction that even her incredible wetness couldn't mask, wondering how it could be this much better than even his wildest imaginings.

The slow movements were building to a faster pace, but evidently Cunning Starfire wasn't satisfied. "I'm not one of your - ooh, so deep! - peasant girls, lover! I don't need it soft and slow! Give it to me the way you want to!" She lifted her head and kissed him, catching his lower lip between her teeth just hard enough for him to feel it. "I'm not made of glass! Fuck my pussy, fuck me hard!" Her hips thrust up at him, and he groaned.

"Anything . . . fuck, anything you want!" Tor started to piston his hips faster, his cock almost flying in and out of her wetness. With the sudden change in speed, Cunning Starfire moaned loudly, her hands clutching at his shoulders and her toes, though neither could see, curling and uncurling behind him. Suddenly, her whole body tensed, and she let out a cry that was somewhere between a roar and a scream of pleasure.

Tor could feel the wetness between them increase, her body spasming around his throbbing dick as it still pounded into that sweet, wet hole. When she relaxed again, he slowed a little, looking at her with a little concern. "Are you . . . okay, should I stop?"

Her eyes were afire as she pulled his face to hers, pressing their foreheads together. "That's sweet, but if you stop now, I swear by Luna I'll kill you. Keep fucking me fast and hard, lover, and that'll happen again. Then you can fill me up with your seed, and we'll do it all over again." She kissed him deeply, a hard, wet kiss that made his hips speed up with the need in it.

The rhythm that they both made pushed her quickly over the edge again, her body trembling with the feelings of pleasure that were washing over her body. And as the tremors stopped, he bit his lip. "I'm . . . it's going to . . . please . . . can I?"

Cunning Starfire nodded, her breasts heaving against his chest as she panted. "Do it! Fucking cum inside me, I want to feel your cream in me!"

Tor couldn't answer to thank her, wasn't sure if he'd be able to speak again, ever, as his entire being feel as though it flooded out of his cock and into her hungry, grasping cunt. A strangled cry came from between his teeth, his hips pushing farther inside, wanting her to have all of his load, every drop that he could give her. Finally, he thrust a last time, and almost collapsed, the power and immensity of what just happened washing over him. ". . . by the Sun," he breathed, looking at her with an amazed expression.

Her smile was only a little smug. "I told you, Tor. Capable teacher, gifted student." She wiggled her hips against his, and he gasped. In a smooth motion, and he wasn't quite sure how she'd done it, they were reversed, him on his back, with her sitting on his lap, cock still firmly inside of her wet heaven. "Now it's my turn to fuck you, lover."

~ ~ ~ ~​

The road was, as roads often are, dry and dusty. It was wide enough for all three of the little circle to ride next to each other, but the town they were leaving was a small one, and the paving stones that lined the streets in the town soon gave way to packed dirt, and each step the horses took sent up a little puff of dust. Like all experienced travelers, however, none of the three were inclined to push their horses, knowing that their lives might depend on having a well-rested mount, so their pace was slow.

By this time, the sun had begun to set, casting long shadows over the scenery on either side of the road. A lone wagon passed them, kicking up a plume of dust as it headed quickly for the town, trying to make it to the gate before nightfall. As the dust cleared, Ivory Dawn leaned forward in the saddle a little, her hand stroking the black neck of her horse. "So, when will we stop for the night?"

Gunesh shrugged. "We usually start looking for a place to camp around now." He looked at the sky. "Tonight's a pretty night."

"I suppose so." She looked up herself, and smiled a little. "I've always preferred night to dusk." One hand went to her forehead. "You never would have guessed, right?"

Triumphant Mantis laughed softly. "I like midday, personally, but I suppose we all have certain . . . predispositions." Her eyes scanned the hills and stands of trees, and she sighed. "Well, we can really make camp anywhere - someplace with a stream or lake would be best, but we've got enough water for tomorrow. Right, Gunesh?"

He looked at the packhorse they had with them, and his eyes narrowed, looking at the waterskins on the beast. "Probably," he said slowly. "I'd feel better if we camped by water, though."

Ivory Dawn held up a skin of her own. "I've got some water as well - we should be fine for tomorrow." She paused, letting the water hang down from her saddle again. "I would rather camp sooner than later, though. It's been a long, strange day."

"Another half-hour, then," Triumphant Mantis said, looking up at the sky, "or the next body of water we see."

As it turned out, both of those coincided. They came upon a clear stream in half an hour, and a concealing stand of trees next to it provided excellent coverage for them. The two women took care of the horses, while the former Dynast set up camp and the wards he had - four metal discs that he set around the camp in a square, and then had all of them, even the horses, put a strand of hair into. "There we go. Anyone else who tries to enter will . . . be surprised," he said with a grin before turning to setting up a large, silk tent.

As Ivory Dawn went to refill the waterskins, she peered into the surface of the water and grinned. "Tri! Do you have a fishing pole?"

The blond woman walked over from where she was gathering firewood. "Not attached, but Gunesh has some items that . . . oh, a real one? Yes. Why?"

"There's trout in here." Ivory Dawn pointed at the stream. "If you can get it for me, I'll catch dinner." One eyebrow quirked. "And we can talk about Gunesh's items over a full fish meal."

 

[Armphid]

Tor blinked, "You...fuck me? But-"

"Not like that. Yet." She winked at the stunned expression on his face. Oh, he was adorable. Such a fighter and a killer already but so innocent in this! She was going to have such fun. Then to cut off any other questions, she pushed up with her legs, lifting herself up off of his cock until only the head was inside her, "Hhhnn, I mean this, lover," she half-purred, half-growled. Then she sank down on him again, "Oh, Silver Lady, you have such a nice cock," she moaned. "Fills me up so well and still good and hard for me..."

Tor groaned as well, the sensations unbelievable. It felt incredible in a similar but different way than before. The change in position...how many ways were there to do this? He blushed, "Don't think...uhhnn, it could be any other way with you like this."

"Sweet boy." She licked her lips, "Be sweet later and fuck me now." She started to ride his cock in earnest, impaling herself on his hungry manhood again and again, "Oh, fuck, lover! Come on, give it to me!"

Tor bucked his hips up into her as she came down, rewarded with her pussy clenching down on him and a brilliant smile from the dark skinned Exalt. "Yes! Give it t-to you! Gods, just, hnn, just like you want it!"

She grabbed his hands and yanked them up to her tits, pressing the hot soft flesh into his palms. He grabbed hold, his rough fingers joyously exploring and playing with her big, full breasts. He squeezed and massaged, mashed them together, rubbing, his fingers scraping and teasing her nipples.

Her own hands were resting on his chest now, bracing her as she rode him with wild abandon. She was grunting and groaning without a care, the loud slurping, slapping, of their flesh coming together lost among their mingled moans. He was spearing deeper into her than before this way, pushing his way into her innermost reaches, and it felt amazing. "That's it, lover!" She scraped her nails down his chest, taking a moment to flick his nipples, "Fuck me hard! Give me that big, fat cock."

Tor grunted an affirmative, not knowing what to say even if he could speak. He kept ramming himself home, her heaven growing hotter and wetter with every passing moment, that sweet friction never lessening in spite of it all. She roared out again as a third climax swept over her, her head going back, back arching and pressing her tits harder into his hands.

He cried out as her cunt squeezed him, continuing to thrust up as hard as he could, bouncing her on his dick, "So good, so good, can't believe," he gasped out. She looked down at him, coming down from her orgasm and pinched both his nipples, "AH-hh!"

"OH, yes, lover," she cried, feeling his cock start to fire into her. His face was the perfect picture of erotic bliss as he released, his dick pumping his young, hot, thick seed into her. "Love feeling you cum, give it all to me, every last drop of it," she urged him.

Tor's hips bucked spastically again and again, each jerk shooting a rope of jizz into her. He couldn't believe how much he came! Again and again until finally he fell back to the cold ground, his whole body awash with pleasured aftermath.

Cunning Starfire smiled, "Such a strong boy." And after weeks of wandering without decent food or rest. What would he be like with a few days of meals and sleep in him? Luna, she had to find out! "Ohhh." She wiggled on his lap and he groaned, "And I feel you still hard as a rock." She got up off of him with a groan, cum gushing from her cunt and down her legs.

Tor looked up, not sure what she was doing. Then his eyes got wide as she got down again, this time facing away from him on her knees and hands. "Dragons, that's..."

She looked back at him over her shoulder. Her legs were spread, her pussy bared for him, and cum was still running out of it. "Yours, lover. Your cum. So much it's coming out." She made a whine in her throat, like a cat denied it's favorite treat, "I want more...and you have more for me, don't you?"

His cock twitched at the thought, still glistening with her cunt juice and his jizz. "I...I...yes." He swallowed and sat up before rising to his knees and crawling over to her. She shivered in anticipation as his hands caressed her ass before taking hold of her hips.

She chuckled and cooed, "Such a fast learner..."

~~~~~~~~~​

The fire was burned down to mostly coals, giving a ruddy light that mingled with the silvery shine of the moon overhead to illuminate the camp well. The remains of the trout Ivory Dawn had caught, bones only, burned and blackened on the cherry embers of wood.

Triumphant Mantis smiled and sighed, leaning back on her arms with her legs stretched out in front of her. "This feels very good." She'd changed slightly. The gauntlets were off, as was her chain shirt and the tunic beneath it, the lush woman's chest covered and contained only by her tabard. From the side, a great deal of creamy skin and tempting breast could be seen. Her daiklaive lay beside her and she still wore the ornate collar.

Gunesh nodded, "I'm just glad Ivory Dawn's a better fisherman than you, Tri. Having something hot tonight makes camping like this more bearable."

Ivory Dawn smiled and looked back at the large tent the man had put up. It had come from a surprisingly small bundle given it's size. They'd all fit inside comfortably and with room to spare. Especially if they were all willing to be...friendly. "This is better than I usually have on my own. Only a bedroll and the stars."

Tri smiled at the gorgeous northerner, "Mm-hmm. On those times when you don't share someone else's bedroll."

"Like you?"

The Zenith's smile became a grin, "Hell, yes." Then she sighed, "But I feel a little bad. I've been slacking." She slowly got to her feet, "You got us something to eat and cooked it, Gunesh set up the camp...I suppose that leaves me to take care of sleeping."

Ivory Dawn watched Triumphant Mantis stretch, her flesh shifting enticingly under the tabard. "I'm not sleepy."

"Neither am I," the blond answered. She walked over to where Ivory Dawn was sitting, "But I am a little cold."

Ivory Dawn smiled slowly. Then she patted the ground beside her, "In the North, we have a way to keep warm on nights like this. I'll show you." Triumphant Mantis sat down right beside her, their legs touching, her hand sliding down Ivory Dawn's leg. "Oh, you might know it already."

In answer, Triumphant Mantis just leaned over and kissed her. The two women shifted to press against one another. Ivory Dawn's tongue slid past the blond's parted lips and she moaned as she tasted her. Triumphant Mantis stroked her sides as Ivory Dawn's hands slipped under the tabard to explore the skin beneath.

 

[HookerBoots]

As he plunged into Cunning Starfire's body again, Tor groaned, his eyes fluttering shut. This way felt different as well, so much more primal. And he'd thought that it was fierce before. The tattoos were symmetrical down her back, and his fingers, as he began to stroke in and out of her, traced the line of her spine down to where her hips rounded out to her luscious ass.

Her ass pressed back against his pelvis, their bodies grinding together as she turned to look back at him. "Torrrrrrr," she purred, "please, give it to me." Her eyes and voice were rich with hunger and want, and he bit his lower lip as he nodded.

"Happy to give it . . . to you," he managed, thrusting into her hard. Her body rocked forward, and she moaned, her fingernails digging into the ground beneath her. "Gods, better than I ever . . . ever dreamed!"

Her wordless reply, a cry of pure pleasure, made Tor grip her hips more firmly, thrusting into her faster harder. It felt like it was easier, now that he knew that she wanted it like that, to give it to her. To give in to his own desires, as well, since he wanted to take her hard and fast, wanted to make her his.

Almost instinctively, he leaned forward, his hands sliding up her sides until they found the swells of her breasts. His hands cupped them, massaging the bounteous orbs and tweaking the hard nubs of her nipples. "Ohh, sweet boy," she breathed, her hips moving in a tight circle against his body. "I love when you do that." Her body lifted a little, letting him pull her back against his chest, hands still cradling her silver-decorated breasts.

"I'm so . . . happy you like it," he breathed in her ear, looking down their bodies to where he could see his hands on her breasts. It was almost sacrilegious how hot that was, his lightly-tanned skin against her deep-brown-and-gleaming-silver skin. "Want you to . . . feel good . . . feel amazing."

Cunning Starfire cooed, one hand wrapping around his neck as he kept thrusting into her body. "Lover, don't you worry about a thing. It's been forever, it feels amazing, can't believe how good it feels!"

~ ~ ~ ~​

The skin beneath the blue tabard was as soft and creamy as it looked, and Ivory Dawn's hands quickly found the tempting mounds of Tri's breasts. Those were also as smooth and generous as they looked, plush and firm in her hands.

The stunning blond, for her part, had managed to tug the supple leather open and was running her hands inside, petting over Ivory Dawn's stomach and the curves of her breasts. The kiss broke, and they looked at each other, eyes half-closed. "Well," the Zenith said, licking her lips, "it's good to know you're as hot for me as I am for you."

With a small laugh, Ivory Dawn squeezed the other woman's breasts again. "It seems like it, yes." She leaned forward, her lips finding Tri's neck and nipping the skin there lightly. "We should get you out of this tabard. It looks . . . restricting."

Standing up, Triumphant Mantis put her hands to her belt. "I think it's time for us to head into the tent." She winked. "I'd hate to think of what the wild animals might think." As she spun to head into the large silk tent, the back of the trailing end of the tabard flipped up, exposing just for a second, the rounded globes of her ass.

 

[Armphid]

Tor thrust himself into her again and again, his mind still reeling from the rap power of sensation, from the strange feeling of knowing and loving this woman he'd never met before, her own feelings for him, and this unexpected heaven of carnal bliss. And he was...he was good at it. At least she said so and he was sure she wasn't the kind to not be honest about that. "Gods," he groaned out, "your body is...is just amazing, Cunning Starfire."

She grinned, "Oh, lover, you haven't seen the half of it yet." He had stamina, that was for sure! Gods, she loved this! "Ohh, keep fucking me, ahh, and playing with my tits, love your hands on me, almost, mm, as much as your dick in me, as your cum filling me up!"

He moaned, pulling her more firmly against him as he slammed his cock into her hot, wet, insanely sweet cunt. His hands mauled her breasts; mashing, rubbing, tweaking and twisting her nipples, and she just moaned louder and louder. One of her hands and on his neck, the other tangled in his hair, grasping and tugging insistently, urging him on, silently demanding to be fucked more and harder. "Never...imagined it would be so good...I...don't want...this to end," he managed between ragged breaths.

"It won't, lover," she answered, "We, ohhh, we're going to fuck again and again and again for as long as we live, as many times as we live, enjoying this fantastic fucking cock and my hot perfect pussy over and over again." She let out a feline yowling whine, "More, more, just...a little more, Tor! Make me-ahh! Yes, make me cum!"

Tor could feel his own end rushing upon him but he growled and fought it down, feeling his Essence surge to strengthen his resolve. "I...I want it! I want to feel you c-cum on me again! Do it, cum!" His face was beet red, as much from talking like that as from what they were doing, but at the same time it felt so sexy!

"Ohhh, fuck!" Her hands tightened on him, the one in his hair dangerously close to yanking out a handful, "AHH! Silver Lad, Golden Lord, every fucking god in fucking Creation," she cried, "Ohhh, Tor!" Then her voice seemed to cut off and she thrashed in his grip; spasming and shuddering as her orgasm exploded in her. Her pussy tightened around him like a vise and she gushed her pleasure onto his thighs and his balls, a hot, sticky, sensual rush.

Tor held on for a few moments more, never stopping thrusting, wanting to give her all he could, all he had. But it was too much, too much! "Ahh! Cunning...Starfire!" He grunted then and drive himself one more time into her, as deep as he could go, and groaned out over and over as his cock pumped and throbbed in her heaven, filling her with his seed.

They stayed as they were, seemingly frozen in place, for several moments. Then, slowly, Cunning Starfire lay them down together on their sides. Both were panting and gasping for air, still locked together.

Tor felt so...perfect right now. He felt so happy and content and full of pleasure it was impossible, but also strangely weak. "S-sun and moon, that was...it was just..."

"It was," she agreed, "amazing. Oh, and your first time too." She laughed, "What a lover I'll make you, my sweet boy." He blushed and could think of nothing to say. So instead he kissed the back of her neck and then each shoulder before he hugged her to him. Her smile grew a bit less wicked and more tender. Sweet, indeed.

They lay there for another few minutes before Cunning Starfire rolled Tor onto his back, sighing as his cock came free, followed by a gush of his seed. "Sleep," she said.

"I...was planning on getting a few more miles underfoot," Tor shook his head, "But...there's no way now." He was still a little worried. What if he was pursued? What if they found them now, both tired? If they hurt Cunning Starfire, he'd just...

"Shh." There was that finger on his lips again. "Silly boy, worrying so loud I can hear you. We are safe, for now. And even if we weren't, it wouldn't matter." Her teeth flashed white in the darkness. "After finding you again...no matter what was chasing you, if it tried to take you, I'd tear it apart." She caressed his cheek.

For some reason, Tor didn't doubt it for a second. He blushed again but didn't answer right away. He just reached out and returned her gesture. Then he nodded and spoke, "Uh, so, I don't really have a bedroll for you-"

"Us," she corrected. Cunning Starfire stood up and beckoned for him to do the same. "Gather your things, lover, and follow me. There's a nice little cover of underbrush in a dip down this way. It'll keep us under cover and most of the weather off."

"Right." He had to force himself to look away from her. Did...she even have any clothes? It wasn't that he minded but...it was very...distracting. He gathered up the strung together sacks and his clothes, toying with putting them on. Then he looked at Cunning Starfire and she shook her head. He swallowed nervously but nodded. This was all so...well, he'd slept naked before, just...not...like this.

She lead him down into the area she mentioned, crouching down near the aforementioned brush. "Stuff your bags under here," she pointed, "Out of sight." She reached out into empty space with both hands and when she pulled them back, a large metallic egg-shaped thing the size of a man's chest was suddenly in her grasp.

Tor stared as she opened the thing that had appeared from nowhere and began to rummage inside. Far more than she should be able to for something that big. "How...what's...it just came out of nowhere!"

"Elsewhere," she corrected again, "but yes. It holds quite a lot for it's size. A whole hut's worth and more the way my tribe built them when I was a girl." She let out a soft crowing sound, having found what she was looking for. A moment later she drew out two large furs, "Put one of these on the ground under there."

Tor just took the soft fur, an item worth more than his family would make in two years he'd guess, and turned around, kneeling down to slide it into place. He heard a strange 'whoosh' sound and when he looked back, the metal egg was gone again. He stared for a few more moments. "There's so much I don't know," he murmured.

"I know. We'll fill it in as we go," she answered. She gestured for him to crawl under the low canopy of brush before her. He wriggled beneath it, the fur under him soft and warm on his skin. "Tomorrow."

Tor shivered as she slid in beside him, pulling the other fur over top of them. It wasn't from cold, but from wonder. Wonder and...contentment. He was happy. He hadn't been happy in a long time, since even before his Exaltation. But here, hiding under a scrub of thorns and low viney bushes in the wild, he felt...happy. Loved. Safe.

Cunning Starfire smiled as he was the one to reach for her, the two of them cuddling close under the furs. He was asleep in moments though she stayed awake for some time after, just watching and being with him.

~~~~~~~~~​

As Ivory Dawn stepped into the tent she heard the sound of hissing coals behind her. Her pink lips quirked into a smile. Apparently Gunesh wasn't one to miss out on a show. Good. Then she licked her lips. Until he joined in, of course.

She stepped up behind Tri, pressing herself firmly into her friend's body, her hands going around to squeeze her tits through the tabard, "No wild animals here," she murmured, her tongue licking slowly down one of the blond's earlobes.

Triumphant Mantis shivered, "Mmm, are you sure?" She reached back to fondle Ivory Dawn's ass and press the other woman's hips into her own, grinding them together. "I think there's a wild slut on the loose. Maybe more than one."

Ivory Dawn chuckled, "At least two." She reached down to the edges of the tabard, "Take it off, gorgeous. I've wanted to see this body since you walked in on me."

"Oh, honey," the holy woman purred, "I've wanted you to." She took a few more steps in, her hands tugging the tabard over her head. Ivory Dawn cooed as she noted that, at least when she felt secure, Triumphant Mantis wore nothing beneath it. Top or bottom. She turned slowly, letting the other woman take in her body. Then she licked her lips, one hand running up between her high, pert tits, the other down between her legs to her clean shaven pussy. "Worth the wait?"

"Oh, my," the sometimes dancer looked the luscious blond over from top to bottom, "yes. The Sun has blessed you well, gorgeous."

Triumphant Mantis grinned, "I know, he brought you to me. Now it's your turn. I know we both want to see you again." She dipped two fingers down and stroked her glistening lips, "When we broke in and you were there, naked and sweaty, Gods, I wanted to just take you right there."

 

[HookerBoots]

Ivory Dawn smiled as she looked over her shoulder at Gunesh, who was pulling the tent flaps shut. "I bet you weren't the only one." Her hands went to the bottom of the snug, supple leather over jacket that she was wearing, tugging it off over her head. Underneath, she wore a light but insulating silk shirt, and she stripped that off as well, revealing her bare chest to them.

"Of course she wasn't," Gunesh murmured, moving farther into the tent but still not moving to join the two women. He sat down near one of the supports, where a chest that she hadn't noticed in their packs sat.

The now-naked blond grinned at insolently at the man, and then turned her attention back to Ivory Dawn. "And you said I was blessed."

As her hands worked the lacings on her leather riding pants, Ivory Dawn smirked. "I never said I wasn't." Her fingers finally loosened them enough to let her shimmy them down her long legs, and she stepped out of them, kicking the leather garment to the side as she stepped back. "So now here we are, almost where we started."

Triumphant Mantis closed the distance between them quickly, her hands going to the copper-haired beauty's waist. "So we are. I like this version a little better." She tugged Ivory Dawn a little closer to her, arms slipping around the other woman's slender waist, and kissed her deeply.

The Northerner could feel their breasts pressing together, could feel the hard nubs of Triumphant Mantis's nipples poking against hers. And she could feel the heat between the other woman's legs, wet and wanton as her knee slipped between the blond's slender legs. Her own bare slit was being stroked by the Tri's smooth knee as well, both of them grinding against each other.

As they moaned a little, their lips parted, and brown eyes met blue. "I think," Ivory Dawn said, "this might be a good time to lay down." She smiled a little, and leaned forward, pressing her lips to Tri's neck gently. "Before our knees get too weak."

 

[Armphid]

Triumphant Mantis' breath hissed out of her lips as the redhead kissed and suckled on the sensitive skin of her neck, "Yes, that's...a very good idea." Her hands slipped back to give the taller woman's ass a squeeze before she stepped back. The bedrolls had already been laid out by Gunesh earlier; all three next to one another and opened up to create one large sleeping surface. Tri looked back at her comrade and smiled, "Wishful thinking?"

He smiled back, "I know you, Tri, and I had a good feeling about her." His shirt was undone, the cloth frogs parted, and it revealed a strong and muscular chest beneath.

Ivory Dawn said down of the makeshift bed, "I can't imagine what made you think that." She held out her arms to Triumphant Mantis, beckoning to her, and licked her lips. The blond swooped down on her, kissing her deeply, tongues entwining, her hands groping the northerner's large, plush tits. Ivory Dawn slipped her leg between Tri's and pressed her thigh against the wet heat of her gash, rewarded with a hot, lust dripping gasp from the smaller woman.

They rolled onto their sides, still kissing and tasting one another. Their hands fondled and teased each other's breasts, feeling the smooth curves, rubbing soft flesh, fingers brushing over or lightly pinching stiff nipples. Ivory Dawn's thigh ground into Tri's sex, and her knee returned the motion, the two women slowly bucking their hips into the other's limb to tease and thrill their cunts. The smell of their sexes mingled in the air and filled the tent with the scent of arousal and desire.

Gunesh groaned as his trousers hit the floor of the tent. The pure and expensive silk of his drawers was distorted and tangled around his throbbing manhood. The Dynast pulled his cock out of the slit, hard, proud, and eager, already oozing pre-cum. He started to stroke himself as the women took their pleasure of each other.

Tri dipped her head and kissed down the curve of one of Ivory Dawn's big, round tits. The dancer cooed, the fingers of one hand threading through the blond's golden hair. Then she gasped as Tri licked over the pink aerola of one nipple before taking it into her mouth and starting to suckle; pressing her face into the lush flesh. Her other hand slipped low, between the dancer's thigh, stroking and petting her wet slit. "Ohh," Ivory Dawn purred, "Such a hot mouth, Tri. Gods, you've done this before, haven't you?"

Tri chuckled, momentarily lifting her lips from the perfect breast, "Oh, many times. But never with so pretty a girl." She licked her lips and moved to the other tit, her moans muffled by the gorgeous flesh as she massaged the nipple with her talented tongue.

Ivory Dawn groaned, rolling her head back, nibbling her lower lip. She looked over to see Gunesh stroking his engorged dick and opening her mouth invitingly, her pink tongue slipping out to beckon him, licking over her lips, "Mmm, I think we both, mmm, like what we see..." Then she yelped as two clever fingers slid into her pussy and started to slowly pump and grind inside her, "Ahh-hh, ohh, fuck, that's good..."

 

[HookerBoots]

Slowly, Tri moved her way down Ivory Dawn's body, lips and tongue leaving a trail down the center of the beautiful dancer's stomach. Her breath caught momentarily as she pressed her lips just above where she knew Ivory Dawn's pink, throbbing clit was. Her fingers were still working in and out of the wet, eager pussy, now drawing soft squishing sounds from the hot hole, and she looked at Ivory Dawn's face, smiling wickedly. "You smell amazing, pretty," she breathed before bowing her head again and letting her tongue trace over the other woman's firm clit.

Ivory Dawn gasped as she felt the warm, slick pressure of Triumphant Mantis's tongue slither across her sensitive button. "Ahhhh, I'm glad . . . glad you like it," the copper-haired woman managed, the fingers of one hand tangling in her lover's silken blond hair. "Oh, that's very good . . . your mouth is so hot . . . ."

Tri increased the pace of her fingers fucking in and out of the other woman for a moment, her tongue flicking madly over Ivory Dawn's clit, lapping at it to increase the dancer's wetness and pleasure. From behind Ivory Dawn, both women could hear Gunesh rustling around in one of the packs, muttering softly to himself.

Before he returned, however, Ivory Dawn shifted a little, encouraging Triumphant Mantis to raise her head. When she did, the taller woman pulled her in for a kiss, tasting her own pussy on the blond's lips. "Let me taste you now," she whispered, her fingers groping the luscious Zenith's tits.

 

[Armphid]

Triumphant Mantis let out a soft "Mmm," as Ivory Dawn fondled her succulent tits, "I think we can do that, gorgeous," she responded. Her hands moved to press the other woman's shoulders down onto the camp bed, "Can't wait for this naughty mouth to be on my cunt."

Ivory Dawn licked her lips, lying on her back as Triumphant Mantis moved up her body and got to her knees. She grinned as she moved to straddle the dancer's head, lowering herself until she could feel her breath on her sopping wet pussy. "All yours," she purred.

Then she gasped as Ivory Dawn lifted her head the bare inches it took to press her lips to Tri's slit; kissing her labia and sliding her tongue past them to enter her tight passage. "Ahh! Oh, you sweet mouthed little thing," she moaned. Ivory Dawn kissed again and again, her tongue pushing deeper into the blond and moving this way and that; tasting and exploring her inner reaches.

The Iron Wolf slipped her mouth upwards to wrap her lips around the engorged nub of Tri's clit and started to suck, her tongue tip lashing over the pearl. Tri cried out, one hand groping one of her own tits, the other tangling in Ivory Dawn's hair, "Fuck! Yesss, ohh, eat that pussy! Feels so good, so fucking good..." The redhead then took it one step further; inserting one dextrous finger as deep into Triumphant Mantis as it would go, curling it outward and stroking her insides. "AHH! Gods!"

She bit her lower lip and rode Ivory Dawn's fingers, another slipping in to join the first and move within her, all the while her clitoris teased and pleased by her lover's able tongue. "Oooh, just a little more, girl. Don't-mmp-don't stop!" Then she let her head roll back and let out a wailing cry of joy, her eyes shut, back arching. Ivory Dawn groaned into the sex over her as it flowed anew with fresh, hot juices.

Triumphant Mantis stood up abruptly; gazing down at Ivory Dawn's pretty, pussy-juice covered face. She moved between her legs and laid down atop her; pressing their tits together and kissing her deeply and passionately. She lifted Ivory Dawn's right leg and moved closer and then both women parted their lips to gasp as their wet, hot pussies touched.

Ivory Dawn reached out to grab Tri's hips and ground up into her, "You taste sweet, you holy slut. But this...this, ohhh, is even sweeter...ahh, Gods..."

Tri moaned, "Ohh, yes, gorgeous, fucking mash out pussies together. Fuck! Rub our cunts and bring us off together, you beautiful, talented, lustful fucking whore!"

 

[HookerBoots]

The two women started to move, their pussies pressed firmly against each other. As they moved, their hot, wet slits ground against each other, causing jolts of pleasure for each of them. Ivory Dawn's arms were wrapped around Triumphant Mantis's leg, tugging the blond's body closer and closer to hers with each thrust of their hips. "Mmmm, fuck! That feels . . . Gods, your body's so hot!"

The Zenith nodded, her breath coming in pants as she ground her cunt against Ivory Dawn's. "Fucking amazing . . . how good you feel, gorgeous fucking body, mmmmm!" The blond moaned loudly, her arms tugging the other woman closer, so that they were almost sitting up together, breasts just barely rubbing against each other as they thrust their hips together over and over.

From the corner, there was a triumphant sound. Gunesh turned to look at them, his dark eyes filled with lust and appreciation for the beautiful bodies entwined before him. And then, he walked over, a double-ended dildo in his hands. "Ladies, as amazingly hot as this is," he presented the jade shafts to the women, "I have something that might make it even better."

They paused in their motions for a moment, and Ivory Dawn looked at the item in surprise. "I . . . I've never seen one like that."

Tri laughed. "And I thought you'd seen it all."

"Not one made of . . . red and green jade?" The copper-haired woman shook her head. "I've seen the shape before, just not one made of those." Her lips curved in a slow smile. "I bet it feels incredible."

Gunesh smirked proudly. "It's the only one in the world, as far as I know. I made it myself, and attuned it to myself. For Tri and any lovely lady she wanted to use it with." He gripped it around the middle and gestured to them. "Give me an inch, ladies, and I'll give you each seven."

 

[Armphid]

Triumphant Mantis shifted her hips, grinding her cunt once more into Ivory Dawn's and drawing a gasp from the other woman, "What do you think, gorgeous?"

Ivory Dawn grinned and then rolled them over, a startled giggling yelp coming from Tri as she blond was put on her back under the larger redhead. She lifted her hips, both of their glistening, wet pussies displayed to Gunesh, a few strands of their mingled fluids glittering between their heavenly holes. She threw her hair over one shoulder as she looked at the broad shouldered Dynast, "I think," she spoke slowly and deliberately, "that he should fucking give it to us. Right. Fucking. Now."

Gunesh grinned, "I could never refuse a lady who asked so graciously." He knelt and his large but nimble hands moved the magical sex toy to them. He rubbed the twin heads over their wet slits, anointing them in their juices, drawing moans from all of them. "Dragons," he breathed, "Both of you are so hot and wet already..."

Ivory Dawn blinked, "He can...?"

Tri nibbled her lower lip as the head of an end rubbed and caressed over her sex again, "Ohh, fuck, yes. That's part of it, mmm, their magic. Attuned to it, he feels what it does."

"So that means he-" Ivory Dawn's words were cut off as Gunesh made his move and pushed the ends of the dildo into the gorgeous pussies before him; firmly but carefully inserting seven inches of jade masterpiece into each hungry, wet, velvet cunt.

"Feels it in both of you," Gunesh growled out. He drew back slightly on the middle of it, his breath hissing out as he did so, and then pushed the device back into them fully, "Feel...me...fucking you both," he gasped.

"Nnn." Tri reached down to push his hands away, "Let us...fuck ourselves...for you, stud," she moaned. She gestured, "Up here...Gods, bring that cock up here while we fuck ourselves with your hot, metal, artifact dick!" She pushed her hips up, letting out a soft, feathery cry as the motion impaled her further on the dildo, while also pressing it up further into Ivory Dawn, "Ah! I want it...all over us...when we...make you cum..."

 

[HookerBoots]

Biting her lip, Ivory Dawn nodded, feeling the strangely warm shaft inside of her move as Triumphant Mantis shifted. "Mmm, yes, fucking love to feel . . . all that sticky white cum . . . from you fucking our pussies." She squeezed down on the dildo, and grinned as she heard Gunesh gasp before she and Tri kissed again and began to lick and suck on his real cock.

His breath hissed between his teeth, and the Dynast let the two of them lick and suckle at the sides of his cock as the sensory input from the two ends of the dildo made it hard for him to keep himself from exploding at the first touch. He'd never been able to try something like this before - it was what he would think Heaven itself would be like, if he didn't know it was different. Two soaking wet, gloriously hot cunts wrapped around him while the mouths of the amazingly gorgeous women who owned them sucked his cock? Surely this was the kind of treatment Gods got!

The two women were moving faster, fucking each other faster as they got used to the way the dildo moved inside of them. It felt good, almost like a living cock in each of them, and they were moaning as their lips met on either side of the hot, hard cock. Suddenly, almost as though they'd rehearsed it, Ivory Dawn dipped her head down, taking Gunesh's balls in her mouth, sucking gently on them, as Triumphant Mantis shifted her head to take the shaft entirely in her mouth and down her throat.

He groaned loudly. "Oh, fuck, girls!" His hands cradled each head gently, his own head going back and he fucked into Tri's throat. "Can't believe . . . you're both so fucking talented!" With a sighing moan, he could feel his body getting ready to release its load of cum. "Unnnh, shit! Gonna . . . cum, give you . . . what you deserve!"

 

[Armphid]

Triumphant Mantis purred low in her throat, the vibration making Gunesh groan as it traveled up his thick member. Then she pulled her mouth off of him; the saliva slick length coming free, a few strands of spit dangling between them, "Oh, fuck, Gunesh, cum! Cum on us, give us that pure Realm seed!"

Ivory Dawn lifted her face from her suckling on his balls, "Gods, do it! Cover our faces with jizz!" As she spoke she tensed her cunt; squeezing the artifact sex toy connected to the towering inventor. The two women pressed themselves together and ground their hips into one another; stirring their hot, tight insides with the jade dildo.

Gunesh growled and his head twisted back and to one side, "F-fuck! Dragons, I'm-ahhh!" His hips bucked as it hit him and the first blast of thick, white, sticky seed shot forth to splatter on Ivory Dawn's upturned face.

"Gods, yes," she snapped, "Fucking cum on us!"

His hips bucked again and again, each movement accompanied by a fresh spurt of his jizz. The ropey strands twined and ran down the two women's faces, dripping onto their generous tits. He reached up and took hold of one of the roof poles, breathing deep as his climax fled, "...amazing...so much feeling, all at once..."

Ivory Dawn grinned, "I think he needs a moment."

"Not much more than one," Tri smiled, "He'll be ready again in just a while." Then she thrust her hips up into the taller woman; drawing a gasp and a wider grin. "Faster if we, ohh, keep fucking his cocks into us!"

"Ah!" The northerner bit her lower lip, closing her eyes as she began to pump her hips in a steadily increasing rhythm, "Fuck! That's...good...fucking...ride that cock...Tri, you slut!"

The Zenith moaned, "Ohhh, fucking right! Not the...only one!" She met her lover's pace; the slurping squish as their cunts impaled themselves on the hard, hot toy. "Ohh, fuck! So hot, so good!"

Ivory Dawn nodded, her tits and braids bouncing, "Yess! Ohh, keep...keep going! Just! Like! That!" She let out a happy wail, "Ohhh, fuuuck, going to cuuuuum!"

 

[HookerBoots]

Gunesh's manhood twitched, the feeling of being squeezed and having a tight, wet pussy cumming around him more arousing than the fatigue he felt after climaxing. Ivory Dawn's orgasm was big and hard, her body shaking almost as though she were having a fit, and her cunt was squeezing his toy so tightly that it was outrageous. "For the love . . . of everything," he breathed, slowly pushing himself upright as this member rose to the occasion again, "you ladies may be the death of me."

Triumphant Mantis grinned at him, her hips still pumping against Ivory Dawn's. "And you'll love every . . . ooooh, fuck, that's right! Love every second!" Her hands went to the Northerner's generous, jizz-sticky tits, massaging the cooling cum into the supple skin. "Gods know we both will!" And then she moaned, her own body starting to spasm and twitch as she came as well. "Ahhhh, fuck! Gods, yes, yes yes yessss!"

Ivory Dawn leaned forward and nuzzled the other woman's neck, licking and nipping at the tender skin while Tri was in the throes of her orgasm. "Such a slut," the copper-haired woman cooed, "what an eager, naughty body."

Gunesh had stepped behind them, able to see his crafted cock sliding in and out of their pussies, and laughed softly. "She is a slut, and the most eager whore I've ever met." One hand caressed Ivory Dawn's ass, stroking the white skin gently. "Until now, of course." The hand rose, and slapped her ass once, firmly, leaving a light red mark that faded. And drawing an eager coo from Ivory Dawn. "Ohhhh, you like that, hmm?" he teased, watching with pleasure - and feeling it as well - as she wiggled her ass at him a little.

 

[Armphid]

The big Dynast slapped her ass again, a bit harder, rewarded with a sharp gasp from the redhead. "Such a sweet sound," he grinned, "Hot little ass likes being spanked, hmm? Like a bad girl?"

Tri caught her breath back enough to grin, "O-of course, because she is. A bad, bad girl. Almost as," she let out a rising cry as Ivory Dawn rolled her hips and fucked the dildo into her harder, "muuuch as I am, oh, you hot bitch."

Ivory Dawn grinned, wiggling her ass again and cooing at the way the movement shifted the hard warmth inside her, "Fucking right I am." She looked back at Gunesh, "Don't stop, big man, love that feeling!" Then she closed her eyes and let out a happy yelp as his hand came down on her ass once more.

The two women writhed together; pumping the artifact dildo in one another and grinding their cunts together, breasts rubbing and mashed against their bodies. For several minutes there was no sound except the wet, sucking squelch of their fucking, their mingled moans and soft cries, and a steady slap as Gunesh spanked Ivory Dawn's pert ass again and again.

His cock was rock hard again and throbbing; held from exploding all over them again only by sheer willpower. "This ass loves to get spanked so much...I wonder..." Gunesh leaned down to tip up Ivory Dawn's chin so she was looking into his face, "Does it like to be fucked?"

 

[HookerBoots]

The busty redhead moaned a little, wiggling her hips. "Yess," she breathed, looking up at Gunesh with wide eyes, "it loves to get fucked." Ivory Dawn licked her lips, her hands slipping between her body and Triumphant Mantis's, feeling the other woman's tits. "What about yours, pretty?"

With a sighing moan, the blond thrust her hips up into Ivory Dawn's. "Mine loves it too," she cooed, capturing the amazonian woman's lips with her own, thrusting her tongue into Ivory Dawn's mouth.

Gunesh grinned at them both, one hand reaching behind him to grab a vial of lubricant and pour it over Ivory Dawn's tight ass. "I can't wait to feel," he breathed, gripping his shaft in one hand and guiding it to the gorgeous woman's pucker, "how much this nasty little ass loves my cock."

It was good that Triumphant Mantis had their lips pressed together, because as the former Dynast started to push into her ass, Ivory Dawn let out a squealing moan that was muffled by the blond's mouth. It rose in pitch, and then evened out, leaving her almost purring as he settled himself firmly inside of her.

"Ohhh, fuck," Gunesh moaned, feeling her body take him inside. "Fuck, tight, eager asshole!" His hand rose up, smacking the round globes in front of him again. Ivory Dawn squeaked, and her body tightened even more around his shaft. "Unnh, feels like a fucking vice!" He started to move slowly, pulling back just enough to let him thrust home again before slapping her ass again.

 

[Armphid]

Triumphant Mantis smiled wickedly as their latest kiss broke and Ivory Dawn buried her face in Tri's neck, "Oh, Gunesh...you should feel this little slut shaking, quivering with delight, she fucking loves our cocks in her."

The inventor slid himself out again; his thickness glistening with slick lube. "Is that right, you redheaded harlot?" She seemed to like the dirty talk, so he was experimenting a bit. "Or ,maybe I should stop, if she's shaking. Maybe she doesn't really want it..."

Ivory Dawn let out a sound that was both a whimper and a growl, "I want it, don't stop. Fucking put that cock back in me...want your cock in my ass, Tri's in my cunt." She clenched the muscles of her cunt, drawing a groan from both of her partners, "Fuck me, both of you! Give me those cocks!"

Gunesh chuckled and pushed himself into her willing hole again as Tri kissed Ivory Dawn hard, once more drowning out her howling cry of pleasure. "Good slut, you know how to ask for it and how to take it." He began to pump himself in and out of her ass in a slow, steady rhythm. He wanted to just let go and fuck her wildly but not until he was sure her tight little hole was ready for it. "Mmm, fuck, your dirty little hole feels so fucking good. Tight and hot and oh so nasty," he groaned.

Tri began to roll her hips; shifting the dildo in both women, doing her part to fuck Ivory Dawn, "Nasty all over, the sweet slut," she agreed. "Just met us and already taking us in both holes." She reached between them and pinched Ivory Dawn's rosy nipples hard, "Whore!"

 

[HookerBoots]

Ivory Dawn shivered as she heard them call her a whore and a slut. "Yessss, I am!" she breathed, her fingers clenching on the bedroll on either side of Tri's head. "I'm a whore, just a slut for your cocks, both of them!" She turned her head, looking at Gunesh with a fierceness that surprised and thrilled the Dynast. "Fuck my ass harder, give it to me!"

He grinned at her, his hands bracing her generous hips as he plowed into her over and over. "That's right, you fucking slut! Such an eager, willing set of holes for us!" He licked his hips and started to move faster, giving her what she wanted and feeling both her body and Tri's shake with the force of his thrusts. "Give you! All! This! Meat!" he grunted, his balls slapping against her cunt where the double-headed dildo was plunging into her as well.

The copper-haired Northerner let out a cry, her eyes closing in pleasure as he started to pound her ass, filling her as hard as she'd ever had it. "Fuuuuuuck!"

"That's right, whore," Tri cooed, grabbing both of the copper braids and pulling Ivory Dawn's face close to hers. "Take these cocks, and if you're good enough to make us both cum, next time, you can fuck me," she hissed before pressing their lips together, hard and hungry.

 

[Armphid]

Gunesh growled as he pounded Ivory Dawn's hot, tight ass, "That's right, do good and you'll get to make Tri your whore, slut." His big dick was ramming into her, up to the hilt each time, fast and hard, and she took it and howled out her love for it, even when muffled by Triumphant Mantis' hungry lips. "Dragons, you know how to take a cock! Made for fucking, weren't you, bitch?" He'd only ever had one other person who could take him fucking her ass this hard, a Cynis Dynast he'd known growing up, but Ivory Dawn was responding even better!

"Yessss," she crowed, "Made for fucking, made to fuck, and when you both cum in me, the best you've ever fucking had, you'll know just how good I am!" The pale skinned woman then closed her eyes, crying out low and deep as she felt her pleasure explode within her again. "Fuck me, you bastards," she half-begged, half-ordered, "Ohhh, fuck, yes, fuck me hard!" She quivered between the two of them, riding high as yet another orgasm rippled through her.

Tri grinned savagely as she bucked her hips, fucking herself and Ivory Dawn with the toy filling their drenched cunts, "Cum, girl, over and over, you pretty, redheaded dancing slut! Gods, love feeling you tremble, seeing your face when you cum from being fucked like a dirty legion whore!"

 

[HookerBoots]

Her legs weren't able to support her weight, and Ivory Dawn was glad of Gunesh's hands on her, holding her up against him slightly. "Yessss," the copper-haired Northerner sighed happily, her body still shaking a little from her orgasm. "Fucking amazing, this feeling! Cum for me, Gunesh," she cooed, looking over her shoulder at the muscular dynast. "I want to feel it inside my ass, feel you fill me up with that Realm seed!"

Triumphant Mantis smirked at her, licking her lips. "That's a good slut, beg for his cum!" She tweaked Ivory Dawn's nipples firmly before bucking her hips up into the other woman's, feeling their bodies meet. "Beg for it, fucking plead for it, take every drop in that ass like the slut you are!" She was close, and the idea of Gunesh filling up their new comrade - who they'd met less than a day ago - with cum was . . . stimulating in the extreme. "Only wish I could give you a load myself!"

"I'd fucking love it!" came the heated reply, "Love fucking that nasty cock on this sweet, sexy body, take every drop of jizz you both could give me!" Ivory Dawn's lips curled in a wicked, eager smile. "But I want you to cum too, Tri, want to see you shake and quiver like the whore we both know you are!" She leaned forward carefully, her mouth going to the blond's lips, taking them with a passion and domination that the Zenith caste hadn't felt from another woman in a long time. "Fucking cum," Ivory Dawn hissed, "while you imagine pumping me full of your cream."

 

[Armphid]

Gunesh groaned deep in his chest, his hips pumping faster, his thick cock pushing deep into the tight heaven of Ivory Dawn's sculpted ass. The brawny Dynast's breath was becoming more and more ragged, his body on fire, sweat gleaming on his body. "Fucking sluts, the both of you, more than, nnn, the worst of my...my Cynis cousins," he growled. There was a hungry almost whine in his voice as he spoke, a hint to just how close he was to losing it all.

"Yesss, all of us, just dirty, desperate, needy fucking whores," Triumphant Mantis answered. The curvy blond closed her eyes and pressed herself hard against her redheaded lover, "Sun and Stars! Ahh, fuck, yessss!" She quivered and shook, cumming hard on the dildo speared within her, her juices squirting out onto the other woman's body as she trembled with carnal joy.

Gunesh pumped once, twice, thrice more into Ivory Dawn before hilting himself fully in her tightness and groaning again, a primal, rough sound that broke and staggered, each sound accompanied by a shallow thrust as he shot his seed inside of her. Hot, heavy, thick jizz splattered inside her, coating her ass as he fired again and again.

The trio slumped together on the joined bedrolls as if they were puppets whose strings had suddenly been cut. The tent was dark now and quiet save for their panting and the faint movement of limbs as they parted and re-arranged.

Triumphant Mantis nestled in close to Gunesh, one of his arms going about her. She reached over and ran a hand in a gentle caress across Ivory Dawn's cheek, the northerner on the other side of the inventor. "I think I want to keep you, gorgeous."

The big man chuckled, "I know I do."

The Zenith mmm'd her agreement and then yawned. "Only if you want to, of course, but I think...we'd all do well and...have a lot more fun if we traveled together from now on."

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It was still dark when Tor woke; out of both habit and instinct. He always woke just a bit before sunrise. The sky overhead, what he could make out through the trees, was the dark tinged with light that heralded the sun before he rose to case his light over Creation.

He was warm and wrapped in softness all around. Part of it was well treated, rich furs under and about him, but it was mostly the limbs and body of the woman wrapped part way around him. For a moment, he was stunned, before memory washed over him. Last night, she'd come to him, and he's...known her somehow, and she'd...they'd...

In the dark, his teeth shone for a moment in a sheepish, proud grin. He was a man. And with a woman like her! No one would have believed it back home, him least of all.

He felt like he should get up and get moving, maybe chew on a hunk of bread or cheese from the stores he'd taken on the way. But he didn't want to. He was warm. For the first time in months he felt comfort and care and it made him ache with a weariness that had nothing to do with his body.

But there was work to be done and many miles to be tread underfoot. Even as he started to contemplate how to get himself out without waking her, Cunning Starfire's eyes opened smoothly and looked into his. She stared for a few moments and then she leaned in and kissed him, "My Tor," she purred softly, "good morning."

He flushed deeply, "Good morning," he mumbled sheepishly. "Better than any I can remember."

She seemed pleased by the compliment and smiled; a slow, feline smile. Then she let out a soft, cat-like mrow as she stretched under the fur. "Better to move at night, Sun Child, but I know your nature. So let us get up and eat and talk to walking brightly in the daylight, and take what may come."