Tales of Dylak-Leem - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 - Side Job

Egrid Hardtusk finished washing the blood off her fists in the kitchen of Urdo's manor, the pump sending a stream of clear water flowing over her hands and into a stone basin. Some days in the goblin's employ were peaceful, others, like today, were less so. That was just fine with the half-orc; Urdo hadn't hired her for her winning personality, although she liked to think that she was agreeable enough when not punching people in the face until their noses and cheekbones broke, which of course was just business.

She glanced at her reflection in a shiny metal pan, looking for anything out of place. Egrid was nearly seven feet tall, solidly built and covered in wiry muscle. Under the topknot of long black hair, her face would have struck most human observers as pleasant if it weren't for the lower-jaw fangs and the snoutlike nose that made her heritage impossible to mistake. That and the brown-green skin, a tone that wasn't seen in pureblood humans.

There was a spot of blood on her tunic, which she frowned at but ignored. She'd take care of that come washing day.

Straightening, Egrid left the kitchen and proceeded through the halls of the manor, heading for the sitting room on the second floor. That was where she had last seen Urdo, and she wanted to let her boss know that the little problem she had been assigned to was all taken care of, and that she was off for the day.

Egrid smiled. She had plans for today. Couldn't argue with the hours on this job.

Granted there were aspects of working for Urdo that she didn't much care for, but what the hells, every job was like that, right? Sometimes you had to just grit your teeth and get through the less enjoyable parts to get to the more enjoyable ones, like collecting your paycheck.

Reaching the sitting room door, she opened it, stepped in, and blinked.

Urdo wasn't here. However, there was a low sandalwood coffee table in the middle of the room, and sprawled on her back on it was Lady Tesaiel. The elven noble was nude except for her pendant and a silver armband studded with emeralds, and between her open thighs her red-gold cunt-curls where glistening with a mixture of her own juices and pale green goblin semen. The same stuff slowly dripped from her open, engorged pussy, flowing down over her asshole to puddle on the table.

Egrid admired the view silently for a second, watching the elven woman's breasts rise and fall as she breathed, still obviously winded. She'd seen Tesaiel naked several times now, and the sight never got old. After a moment, she took a few steps forward. "Hey, Tesaiel."

Tesaiel started, then with a groan struggled to raise her head. One hand lifted up to go to her crotch, covering her open snatch. "Egrid. Can you go away?"

"Yeah, sure, in a second. Good session?"

Tesaiel closed her eyes, flushing. Egrid noticed the smears of semen around her dainty mouth as it pursed in displeasure. "He insisted on my.... my services four times. In a row. With no rest breaks. I don't want to move right now."

"That's fine, just lie there. Don't get up on my account."

"I don't know how much more of this I can take, Egrid." Tesaiel's voice sounded tired. "I went decades without lovers, and now... this... every day. With a filthy goblin. And I have chores to do as well, although that's not so bad, just dull. I wish he would assign me to do something more interesting."

The half-orc pursed her lips. "You any good with numbers and figures? It so happens we got an unexpected opening for someone on the financial side of things."

"I'm quite good with mathematics," Tesaiel said, sounding interested. "Would this be simple bookkeeping?"

"I don't know about simple, but yeah. I can suggest you to the boss for that, if you like."

"I would be grateful, Egrid. Thank you. I appreciate the kindness you show me." Tesaiel followed the half-orc's gaze, and sighed. "But could you please stop staring at my bosom?"

"Hey, we're both girls here," Egrid said, doing her best to sound innocent. "No need to be modest."

"I'm quite aware of what you've wanted to do since we met in that grubby little tavern, Egrid. You certainly don't try to hide it. But while my deal resigns me to having to entertain your employer, it doesn't say anything about letting you run your eyes over my private parts, much less run anything ELSE over them. So please, be a dear and just go away. You can drool at me again when I have my clothes on and my legs together."

"Fine, fine, whatever you say," Egrid replied, feeling slightly wounded. "Can you just tell me where Urdo is? I came here looking for him."

"I believe he went back up to his office. I didn't ask. I had other things on my mind."

"Yeah, I'll bet you did." Egrid tried not to leer. "I like the armband, by the way. Looks good on you."

Tesaiel gave her a wan smile. "It does, doesn't it?" She raised her arm to admire it for a second; a set of interlocked silver bands twined with sculpted ivy leaves, and glittering emeralds set along it. "It's elven, from the Celebol Dynasty. Urdo gave it to me as a gift. Whatever else I may think of the creature, I can't deny that he has good taste. One of his more surprising qualities."

"You're lucky. He never gives ME jewelry."

"He PAYS you. And you serve him in a different capacity than I. To put it mildly." Tesaiel dropped her arm back down and sighed. "Weren't you going?"

"Right. See you later, Tesaiel. Keep up the good work." That got a strangled half-curse in elven flung at her. Chuckling, Egrid took one last wistful look at the sprawled, sated body of the elven woman, and then made her exit.

She went down a few halls, then knocked on an office door. "Boss?"

"Come in."

Egrid opened the door. Urdo was sitting at his desk, a red silk dressing gown around his gnarled green frame. He gave her a smile full of needle teeth as she entered. "Egrid. You take care of that task I gave you?"

"Sure did."

"Any problems?"

"No. Got a stain on my shirt when one of them's face splattered a bit. Otherwise, piece of cake. It's dealt with."

"Good." The goblin folded his hands. "If people didn't get stupid, Egrid, your services would not be so necessary to me. But if there's one thing I can count on, it's stupid, regularly. If only I could work with beings who knew how far to push."

She laughed. "That'll be the day."

"Indeed."

The half-orc smirked. "Oh, I just saw Lady Tesaiel, while I was looking for you. You really did a number on her."

"I did, didn't I?" Urdo smiled. "What a fortunate trade I made, getting her. For someone so reluctant, she's amazing. And still so arrogant. You have her spread and panting like a dog in heat, and she's still looking down her nose at you from her high pedestal. Quite a woman. I'm going to enjoy the next five years."

"I saw you gave her an armband."

"She deserved it, and it looked good on her. She's quite taken by it. Actually thanked me. She has expensive tastes that she hasn't been able to indulge due to her relative poverty. I'm happy to let her indulge them, as long as I get to indulge myself in her body."

"She did say we was getting a little bored with her chores. You know, after today, we're down an accountant. Tesaiel says she can do numbers. Think we could give her a try there, see how she does?"

Urdo frowned. "I don't know... well... I suppose it couldn't hurt. It's so hard to find a crooked accountant who isn't, you know, CROOKED. Sure, we'll give her a try."

"Good. She'll be pleased." Egrid cleared her throat. "I like jewelry myself..."

"Don't take this the wrong way, Egrid, but I don't really covet your body. I'll give you a salary bonus for a job well done, though."

Egrid brightened. "Thanks, boss. I was just about to take off. Got some things to do today on my own time."

The goblin made a dismissive gesture. "Fine, fine. Have fun."

"That's the plan. See you later." She gave a half-assed salute and left, chuckling to herself as she proceeded through the maze of halls to the stairs to the foyer.

Leaving the manor, she strolled out into the wide parklike yard that surrounded the main house. Instantly a black, furry shape detatched itself from a shadow and began to walk along with her. Fenrir. The big krav wolf watched her closely, and she tensed a little, her instincts quietly moving her body to a heightened state of alertness. Fenrir knew her, knew that she belonged, and she was pretty sure he wasn't going to cause any trouble. But the two of them had history, and the big wolf was aggressive as hell; she wasn't going to let her guard down.

Egrid reached the gate without incident. She gave a little wave, and shut the thing behind her with a slight sense of relief. Tesaiel so far had refused to even step out into the yard, and Egrid thought that was probably a wise decision on her part.

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Whistling, she started out through the streets of Dylak-Leem.

Urdo's manor was in the hills over the temple quarter, a favorite neighborhood for the well-to-do. Egrid got a few unpleasant stares as she walked along; this was not an area where half-orcs were welcome or wanted. She ignored them, mostly used to it. She had lived her whole life in this city, and had adjusted to the demands it made and the prejudices it harbored.

She came to the Kesarde River, and walked along its banks for a time. The crowds here took less notice of her, were more varied; she saw a half-ogre unloading a grain ship, stripped to the waist, and took a second to admire his physique. Bargemen and deliverymen picking up cargos mixed with more wealthy citizens simply passing through on their way to other parts of the city.

A line of slaves went past, clad in thin, ragged smocks; men and women, bound for the block in the great market. Egrid looked them over them with a seasoned eye; mostly humans, a few dwarves, a miserable looking halfling girl with a shaved head. Criminals or captured mercenaries all; Dylak-Leem didn't believe in jails, it just sold those it condemned for a slave term. The lucky ones would get a stint as someone's servant. The unlucky ones would go to the labor crews for years of backbreaking toil, or the pleasure barns to service soldiers. As a half-orc, Egrid made sure to keep away from courtrooms; her guilt would be assured even if no crime had been committed.

She suspected this crew was mostly to the labor battalions; none of them looked like anyone she would want indoors. Maybe the halfling and one of the dwarves.

The Concubine Bridge was coming up, and she crossed it, enjoying the cool breeze blowing down the river. A flatboat carrying bales of cloth passed under her, the halfling crew chanting a bawdy shanty about a human queen and a donkey. What she heard made Egrid actually blush a bit, to her amazement. She hadn't realized she was still capable.

On the other side of the river, the houses were still well-made, but less expensive and smaller in scale. As she left the river, she could feel the hostile gazes begin again. This was a neighborhood that had seen better days, but still housed a respectable class of people; rising or falling merchants, lesser nobility, second sons and daughters. None of them had any desire to see a half-orc lumber through their streets.

Almost none.

She turned in at a courtyard shaded by ancient trees, strolled down a shaded path to a small townhouse with a white-pillared porch. The design carved above it was familiar to her; it was the same one she had seen earlier today, on the pendant between Tesaiel's breasts.

Egrid glanced around, then knocked at the door. Several seconds passed, and then it opened to reveal Lanthel. The blonde elven maiden was wearing a tight riding costume of blue and gold today, the breeches a golden-tan and hugging her boyish hips. Frowning, she looked at Egrid. "I thought I told you to use the servant's entrance?"

"Forgot. Can never find those things anyway," Egrid said cheerfully. "Can I come in?"

"Yes. Before someone calls the watch on you." Lanthel stood aside, and ushered the half-orc into a tastefully furnished foyer. "I wondered when you'd be back."

"Been busy. You know how it is."

"Not really."

Egrid scratched at her neck. "Well, okay, maybe you don't." She shrugged. "Urdo has me busy. There's a lot of things that need taking care of, so I take care of them. I get some personal time, but I have things I do in that, as well. But mostly, work."

Lanthel pointed at the half-orc's tunic. "You've got a bit of blood on your chest. That from your... work?"

"Yup. Somebody got stupid. I informed them of their stupidity, at length."

"How did they take it?"

"They seemed to get the point, eventually. They stopped moving anyway."

"How brutal." Lanthel wrinkled her snub nose. "You really are a savage, Egrid."

"Hey, I'm not the one who tried to burn down a temple."

"That was an act of justice." The elf fumed, stamping a slippered foot. "Or it would have been, if we hadn't been betrayed before we could even do it. If I ever find out who it was, I'll cut their generative organs off with a dull knife and make them eat it."

"The knife, or the organs?"

"Both." Lanthel glanced over at her guest, and sighed. "But I'm being a poor host. Would you like refreshment?"

"If it includes some of that brandy I had last time, sure."

Lanthel smiled and beckoned, leading her through a door to a modest sitting room. A bottle of brandy and two cups were on a low table beside a plate of bread and cheese, and Egrid happily poured herself a glass. "This is good stuff. Tesaiel's?"

"Yes. She inherited most of the cellar, and laid down a few stocks herself."

Egrid nodded, taking a few sips and looking around. The room was furnished in a simple yet elegant manner, the chairs and tables and cabinets all of elven make, wooden yet beautiful. "Interesting to see her home. Her old home, I mean. Fills in a few blanks."

"I imagine." Lanthel's face grew amused. "Would you like to have a look at her bedchamber? That's about as revealing as you can get."

"Sure. I am a bit curious."

"This way." Lanthel pranced out of the room, and Egrid followed, making sure to take her glass with her. The elf led the way up a flight of stairs, then down a hallway to a closed door, which she opened. "Right here."

They stepped inside, and Egrid looked around. Tesaiel's chamber was done in sylvan green and creamy white, with silver trimmings. Cabinets along one wall held shelves of books and folios along with a reading desk; she could see that a tome about the wars with the forest goblins had been taken down and opened to hurriedly consult. Another, more delicate table held vials of scent, small enameled boxes of cosmetics, and a casket that likely held jewelry. A wardrobe in one corner stood half-open, filled with white and green dresses and gowns. In the center of it all was a canopied bed, lace-decked, unslept-in.

"Looks like she just stepped out for a walk, doesn't it?" Egrid mused. She went over to the silver table and opened the casket, making an appreciative noise at the twinkling ornaments revealed. "Wonder how this would look on me?"

"Ghastly," Lanthel said with assurance. "Leave it be."

Sniffing, Egrid shut the casket and took a sip of her brandy. "I suppose it's all more suited for an elf."

"Quite." Lanthel sat down on the bed. "So. How is my sister doing?"

"She's hanging in there," Egrid said diplomatically. "Getting into a routine. She's been handling some of the correspondence and taking care of the household."

"Mmm." Lanthel nodded, smiling. "Do you see her often?"

"Oh yeah, all the time. We talk, sometimes. Don't really have a lot in common, but I think she enjoys hearing a friendly voice, and I just like to talk." And stare at her butt. "I'm sure by the time her five years is over we'll be good friends."

"I'm sure you will. Tesaiel can take a little while to warm up, but she's a good person. She even does her best for me, difficult as that is. I am not always the easiest sibling to have."

"I'm sure you're fine," Egrid said. "She always seems to speak of you with affection."

Lanthel looked pleased, wiggling slightly on the bed. "Does she? I'm so glad." Her eyes gleamed. "So, tell me all about the last time you saw my sister."

"Uh..." Egrid flipped through options in her head. Normally she would just say something noncommittal, but given how the two of them had met... maybe the truth was a well-calculated risk worth taking.

Lanthel looked at her expectantly. What the hells.

"Well, last time I saw your sister, she was stark naked except for some jewelry, and lying on a table with her legs spread," she said.

Lanthel's eyes grew wider and she licked her lips. "Oh my. Was she preparing to be taken by that horrible goblin?"

"No, she already had been. She was spent; totally covered in sweat and his seed, breathing like a smith's bellows as she recovered from it. I came in after it was all over."

"She must have hated that," Lanthel said, breathing quicker.

"She did. She tried to cover her private parts, which were dripping all over the table by the way, and she squirmed and flushed every time I looked at her..."

"Oh gods. Fuck me now," Lanthel hissed, leaning forward to grab the front of Egrid's tunic. The glass of brandy went tumbling to the carpet. "Right now!"

Egrid wasn't entirely clear on the nature of Lanthel's kinks, and honestly didn't care. She was more than happy to oblige them. Reaching out, she grabbed the front of the blonde elf's riding outfit and ripped it open, sending brass buttons flying everywhere and exposing her slender, boyish torso. Egrid blinked at the small breasts revealed; the pink nipples were capped by two jeweled silver clamps linked by a delicate silver chain.

"What is THIS for?" she asked, plucking at one.

"I like to wear it where nobody can see it," Lanthel replied, giggling a little as her hands moved up the half-orc's waist. "It's... stimulating."

"I'll stimulate you," Egrid told her, grinning. Grabbing the top of Lanthel's breeches, she shoved the elf backwards with one hand, sending her sprawling on the lacy bed. The other hand pulled the breeches off, sliding them down the long, trim legs and then tossing them into a heap on the floor. Lanthel kicked at the air once, and Egrid gazed between her legs. Unlike her sister, she had shaved her bush off except for a small triangle of fur above her box, pointing down at her cleft like an arrowhead. Instructional, maybe.

Shrugging her broad shoulders, Egrid unbuttoned her tunic and let her generous breasts tumble out, the black tips already hard with expectation. She unbuckled her swordbelt, then took an object out of her sling bag. "I had this made by a mage years ago."

"Hurry up. I'm waiting," Lanthel said insistantly, watching as Egrid pulled down her own pants and strapped something to the front of her crotch. "What are you fumbling around wi... oh, my."

Egrid had finished. Tied to the front of her crotch, poking out from her forest of thick black pubic hair, was a rune-carved phallus made of some sort of horn.

"It anchors on my button," Egrid told the wide-eyed elf. "I can feel every sensation that the surface of it feels. It's VERY useful for days like this."

Lanthel edged back on the bed a little, looking uncertain. "I don't know if this is a good-"

Not letting her finish, Egrid abruptly strode forward and pulled the elf's thighs apart. Lanthel squealed in mixed protest and delight, the chain between her breasts jingling. Placing the rune-shaft to the hairless labia, Egrid carefully but deliberately pushed it in.

Her clit was immediately assailed by sensation as the dildo slowly inched its way into the tight elven cunt. Egrid let out a gasping growl of pleasure; she had often used her toy, but this was better than normal. She continued to bear down.

"AhhhhhhhHh! Arhhhhhggghh! FUCK! Oh, you halfbreed BITCH! FUCK! Ah! I'm small! Be careful! Fuck me!" Lanthel broke off into a string of elven curses, grabbing the sheets with both hands as Egrid sank fully astride her, buried to the root. Her long legs tightened around the half-orc's waist as the swordswoman began to slowly work her hips.

Egrid sprawled over the pinned elf, her hands on the bed to keep from crushing her partner under her full weight, and thrust away. She wanted to really let loose, but she knew her new lover was delicate, and didn't want to hurt her.

"Ahhh! Agh!" The half-orc's full, swinging breasts were smacking Lanthel in the face as she humped away. Letting go of the bed, the elf reached up to grab one in each hand, and tweaked the areole hard. 

Egrid yelped in protest. "Hey! Careful!"

"You're one to OH! talk, you enormous muscular thug, don't STOP, FUCK, AHHHH."

Egrid grinned. "Don't stop, eh? Should we really be doing this on your sister's bed?"

"Oh gods yes. She masturbates in here sometimes. She doesn't know that I can watch through a hole... a hole... AHHHHHHH!" Lanthel arched against her, rubbing her face into Egrid's bosom.  "Tesaiel doesn't do it often. She's frigid."

"She was very happy to know she'd kept you pure."

Lanthel sucked on the half-orc's left breast, her dainty tongue caressing one nipple. "Yessss, pure. Faster, Egrid, you stupid slut. Fuck me faster."

"Hey. Watch with... ahhhhhh... the insults..." Still, Egrid did speed her thrusts. Her pussy was drenched by now, the liquid flowing down the rune-carved cock to mix with the secretions soaking Lanthel's besieged snatch. The tight, wet elven cunt was doing incredible things to the magical shaft, and Egrid's clit could feel every squeeze, sending waves of pleasure through her.

Beneath her, Lanthel was making incoherent cries and bucking against her. The elf bit down on one of Egrid's breasts, her hands squeezing them almost painfully tight, holding on to them as if for dear life. The cries became a lust-crazed wail as the elf began to orgasm, sending liquid fountaining into Egrid's already damp bush.

Egrid kept going throughout, moving steadily faster. As Lanthel's pleasure subsided and the elf started to go limp, she felt her own climax approach. Growling, she bore down a little harder than she had been.

"Ah! Egrid! Be careful! AHHHH! Egrid! EGRID!"

The big half-orc felt a guttural groan rip free from her throat as she began to cum. Her juices splashed forward in a flood, running down Lanthel's thighs and ass to soak the frilled bedcover. She pounded the elven woman's drenched hole over and over, until finally, panting, the last of her climax faded, leaving her feeling a bit drained. Raising herself off the gasping elf, she rolled onto her side, the rune-phallus sliding out of the now-red pussy. For almost a minute the two women lay there, panting, slumped against each other.

"You nearly broke me in half, you clumsy fucking halfbreed," Lanthel finally murmured. Her hands reached out and slid along Egrid's breasts, fluffing them like a pillow, before laying her golden head on them.

"Wasn't that what you wanted?"

"Oh gods yes." Lanthel made a happy noise, reaching down to stroke her lover's upper hip. "I haven't been ridden like that in ages. And never by a woman. I'm going to be sore in the morning, you awful beast."

Egrid slipped her arms around the blonde elf's torso, her scarred hands massaging the sleek back as they lay together. "That's how I got my last name." It had been given to her by a human mercenary, a tough old campaigner. Egrid had bet the woman that she could make her beg for more in their shared bedroll. The half-orc had won that bet, thanks to her precious item, although the mercenary really hadn't minded losing.

"Really? I assumed it came from your father, or was a clan. Why don't you use your family's name?"

"What family I have wasn't wild about me using it, so I never did." Egrid shrugged, one hand going to play with Lanthel's braid. "My mother was about twenty when she was caught in an orc raid. They tied her down over a barrel, and then the whole tribe took turns having her. The final one to have a go was the orc chieftain; Mother was sure that he was the one who impregnated her, although really it could have been any of them. I was born nine months later, unwanted."

"How horrible," Lanthel murmured, fondling Egrid's well-muscled ass. "I hope she didn't take it out on you."

"She tried not to. Mostly succeeded. I got enough to eat, good clothes, attention. But the marks of my orc blood were always there." Egrid chuckled, the sound a little sad. "I liked to draw as a child. Mother would buy me cheap waste paper from the mills, and I would sketch for hours. Pretty good at it too. I liked to draw myself, only I'd draw my face with a nice, neat, triangular human nose. I wanted one of those so badly."

"Why?"

"It wouldn't mark me as different. It would let me get boys... and maybe girls, coz I was starting to realize I liked the ladies too... none of the teenagers I grew up with wanted to kiss this face, let alone do anything else with me. The ones who ridiculed me were easier to bear than the ones who were kind, and gently turned me down, making it clear I was not anything they'd ever consider sticking it in. I grew up angry and difficult. Mother took the brunt of it; I blamed her, since my father wasn't around to hate. One day I just lost it. I hit her, knocked her down, cursed her and called her an orc's whore. Then I left. After I came down off the rage I couldn't face going back home, so I never did."

"That was very bad of you, Egrid," Lanthel said, frowning. "Very cruel."

"I know. That's why I didn't go back. I was too ashamed to face her... too cowardly to apologize. Every year I think maybe I should try... but it's been so long. I don't know if she's even still alive. Maybe it's best that I don't." She sighed. "Things are better for me now. I lost the anger, learned to accept who I am. There's good things about being a big, brutal halfbreed." She moved one hand to fondle a tiny breast. "Like getting to fuck pure, highbred elves in their sister's bed."

"That ought to be worth ALL your past sorrows," Lanthel said. Her tongue darted out to lick Egrid's cleavage. "Mmmm. I bet none of the boys who turned you down have ever had a woman like me."

"Hah, I'd bet not. They were all dull sorts. Wound up with fat wives and a passel of brats apiece, I'd wager." Egrid lay there, holding the smaller woman and feeling her muscles relax. In her snout's wide nostrils she could smell the odors of lavender, sweat, and sex; it was the same smell as Tesaiel. The sisters used the same fragrance, apparently. Would she ever get a chance to bed Lanthel's sister? Probably not. Not a good idea while she was Urdo's, anyway. Business before sex.

Speaking of business, she had dallied here too long anyway. Reluctantly, she untangled her arms from Lanthel and sat up. "I have to go. Got business later tonight."

"Already?" Lanthel scowled, rolling over onto her stomach. "I wanted to hear more about my sister."

"I'll stop by again sometime and give you an update." Egrid carefully took the rune-cock off, wiped it down, and stowed it away. "Have the brandy ready."

"You just want my brandy. What a horrible drunken brute." Lanthel tittered. "Before you go, I want you to do something for me."

"Need me to lift something heavy or something?" She pulled her pants up and started to work on buttoning her tunic.

"No. There's some writing paper and a quill over there. I want you to draw me, since you said you were good. Just a quick sketch."

Surprised, Egrid laughed. "Okay. Let's see." Walking over to the writing desk, she quickly found the paper and quill. Behind her she could hear Lanthel posing, but she decided she'd rather do it from memory. Bending over the desk, she set to work, her big fingers handling the quill with surprisingly deft strokes.

It took her about ten minutes. Straightening, she handed it to Lanthel. "Here you go."

The elf looked. The sketch was a topless study, showing the elven lady raising a rose to her nose to sniff. The expression on her inked face was a lustful leer, making it immediately clear what she wanted from the viewer.

"Did I capture my subject?" Egrid's voice was dry and a little amused.

"It's nice to meet someone who understands you." Lanthel's voice seemed to move between pleased and offended. "I'll keep this as a reminder that you are a horrible, barely-civilized criminal who should be chained in a pit somewhere."

"Leave me out of your fantasies, girl." Egrid gave a mock bow. "Got to run. Places to go. I'll be back someday to... talk about your sister."

Lanthel sniffed, then wiggled her bare bottom at the half-orc. "That for your talk."

Egrid slapped it, and the elf yelped. "That's the idea," the swordswoman said with a toothy grin, and then left the bedchamber as Lanthel sputtered.

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It was busy in the Wanton Wench when Egrid finally arrived. The afternoon crowd was all there; largely people in the trade, known to her by type if not by name. Some semi-friends, a few rivals. No enemies. Egrid tried not to leave enemies in any condition to move, or breathe.

She pushed her way through the throng, which wasn't hard for someone as big as her. Should she order a drink first, or just go straight to the booth? She'd already had one brandy today...

"Hey! Egrid. A moment." She glanced to her left to see a short, dark-haired human woman in black leather and a black cloak, two daggers sheathed at her hip. "You free tonight? We could use some muscle. Good payoff."

"Thanks but no thanks, Keo," Egrid replied, slowing. "I have a prior appointment to keep. Happy you thought of me, though."

The thief's black eyes narrowed in disappointment. "Pity. Well, good luck in your business, then."

"And you in yours." She watched Keo slip away. Even if she hadn't been otherwise committed, she wasn't sure she would have taken that job. Keo and her friend could be more bold than sensible, sometimes. Egrid didn't want to be there when that bit them in the ass.

Deciding against the drink, she proceeded through the smoke and the chatter to the back of the taproom, where a human woman in midnight blue robes trimmed with crimson runes was waiting in a booth. Egrid slid in opposite her. "Sorry I'm late."

The woman frowned, giving her a displeased look. She was the second blonde Egrid had spoken to that day; but where Lanthel's hair was a bright golden, this woman's long tresses were a faded yellow that almost verged on white. "I expect punctuality. What kept you?"

"I was putting to use that item you made for me." Egrid grinned. "See, there are these elven sisters-"

"Spare me the details of your tomcattery," the mage said drily. "I made the artifact for your gold, not to be regaled with obscene stories."

"Well, it works great, Miria," the half-orc assured her. "Worth every penny."

"Of course it works." The blonde sniffed, her tone icy. "I am one of the better wizards in this armpit of a city. You're not too tired from your debauches to do a little job with me, I hope?"

"Just getting warmed up," Egrid assured her. "What's the job?"

"Yesterday, Eldred the Purple Wizard died," Miria said. "His apprentice died as well; hence, his spellbooks are up for grabs, as it were. I am going to enter his tower and take them. I need a strong warrior with good endurance along to help."

"That would be me. At least, that would be me if there's something in it for me. IS there something in it for me?"

"In addition to his spellbooks, Eldred's conjuring chamber contains a selection of precious stones used in his magics. As I do not make use of the same techniques, I have no need of these gems. You may take them as your payment."

Egrid brightened. "Done. Though I want a guarantee of 100 in gold from you if these stones turn out to be imaginary or missing."

"Agreed." The blonde mage sounded unconcerned at the prospect. "We may find other things of use as well, although we cannot tarry in the tower."

"How'd Eldred die, anyway? Wasn't he a fairly powerful magician? Friend of yours?"

"Even a powerful mage can make the mistake of thinking with his dick. I found Eldred on his back, naked, his apprentice mounting him. She was dead too. It's hard to cast defensive spells from that position."

"Which is why you're never found in it?" Egrid asked slyly.

"None of your business," Miria answered curtly. "I certainly won't be found dead in it like they were."

"Not a bad way to go, if you have to go at all." Egrid smirked. "I'll buy us a pair of two handsome, oiled men and we can go riding, after we're done. To celebrate."

The mage's lip curled. "You have a one-track mind, Egrid. Leave me out of it."

"Just trying to bond with you."

"We can bond by getting those spellbooks." Miria stood. "I want to get this done as soon as possible. Do you have any preparations you need to make? Hopefully not."

"Nah, I'm good." Egrid got to her feet. "Might as well get it done with."

They pushed their way through the taproom crowd and out into the night, Miria pulling up her cowl against the evening's cold. The streets of Dylak-Leem were busy as they two walked, and more than one person eyed the combination of massive swordswoman and robed mage with curiosity and speculation. Nobody was stupid enough to stop them, though, and after a time they passed through the Marseket Gate and out into the university quarter.

This part of the city was a strange one; penniless students and scholars mixing with rich alchemists and wizards, both serviced by an array of tradesmen, servants, and whores. A madman held forth from a rant stand... or maybe he was a visiting lecturer, it was hard to tell. An audience alternately cheered and jeered him.

They passed by an alleyway where a halfling woman was being taken from behind by a student whilst giving his friend a blowjob. Egrid mentally noted that the whores of this quarter looked to be a better crew than the ones around the Wanton Wench. A bit out of her way, but worth keeping in mind.

"You ever come down to the university?" she asked Miria as they walked.

"From time to time," the mage replied. "I have research that I do there, and now and then I'm asked to lecture on various topics. I don't have the ties to it that Eldred did, though. He loved students."

"Sometimes literally?"

"So it would seem." Miria rolled her eyes. "His apprentice wasn't even all that attractive. A scrawny bitch with a face like a horse. If he had to die for some of that, he should have bought himself someone with a body like a goddess."

"Maybe he was just trying to educate her."

A snort. "Doubtless."

They finally reached a gate, beyond which was a small tower. "Here we are," Miria commented, withdrawing a key from her bosom and deftly unlocking the gatelatch. "Be on your guard from here on out."

"I'm always on my guard." Egrid did move her hand to her swordhilt, though.

The yard they walked through was a mixture of herbs in beds and strange flowers, giving off a smell like a spice cabinet dumped into a perfumery. "A big gardener, this guy?" Egrid asked.

"Yes. Everything he grew here was used in his magic. Except the oregano. That was just for his food."

"Right. No oregano-fueled magics within."

They opened the front door with another key, and proceeded into a dark foyer. Miria took out a crystal and spoke a word; it erupted into bright white light, allowing them to see without trouble. "The spellcasting chamber is at the top of the tower. Move slowly. There are likely magical traps lying about."

"Great." Egrid's eyes moved slowly back and forth, alert for movement. "I'll let you lead. Let me know if you think we're going to be attacked."

"Very well. This way." Exiting the foyer through a set of double doors, the blonde mage led the half-orc down a mirror-lined gallery. "Don't look in the mirrors."

"Right." That lasted until about halfway down the gallery, when her wary glances caught a glimpse of what was going on in one mirror. "Hey! I'm having sex with some guy in this one! Who the hell is that?"

"That's Eldred. Don't look in it."

Egrid frowned. She could faintly hear her mirror-self's happy moans now. "What the hells, Miria?"

"There's a complex magical reason for it that I won't go into right now. Just try to ignore it. It could get bad if you pay attention to it."

"Fucking wizards." She tried to concentrate on anything else. The carpet. The ceiling. Miria's robed ass. "I take three steps into his house and he's molesting my reflection."

"I'm sure your reflection can use the attention." They reached the end of the gallery and passed through another set of double doors, entering a parlor with a piano and a spiral staircase at the far end.

"Does that thing play by magic?"

"No. Eldred played." Miria half-smiled. "When we were students together I used to lie on the lid and listen to him practice."

"Do anything else on the lid?"

"No."

"Because that's actually a pretty hot image, you draped over the piano, opening your-"

"Egrid! Please stay focused!" The mage glared at her.

"Right, right." Egrid raised her hands. "We take the staircase, right?"

"Correct." Miria walked across the room and started up it. "It should take us straight to the top."

They climbed up into the darkness. Doors periodically opened up; from some of them odd noises came. Miria ignored them all, and Egrid made sure to keep right at her heels. The half-orc had no desire to be alone in a strange wizard's tower.

"We're almost to the top," Miria finally said. "One or two more flights-"

Abruptly Egrid shoved her, hard, sending the mage stumbling forward with a startled squawk. A split-second later a swordblade passed through the space where she had been, to clang against Egrid's own drawn blade. The black-clad man that had seemingly come out of nowhere cursed, then drew back a step on the stairs, blade going down into a guard position.

Not waiting for him to regain his balance, Egrid leaped over Miria and slashed viciously at the man. He parried, then tried to kick her in the knee. This just got his leg badly gashed by her backswing, causing him to howl under the black mask. He was still fighting, though; with a curse, he lunged forward, stabbing at Egrid's chest. She barely got her own blade up in time to beat his aside, then punched him in the jaw with her free hand, causing him to stumble backwards in a heap.

Not wasting a second, Egrid thrust low, skewering him as he tried to rise. The man gave a bubbling shriek, pawed at her blade, and then died.

"Well, that was exciting," Egrid commented, pulling her sword free and helping Miria to her feet with her other hand. "Friend of yours?"

"Good question." Miria knelt over the fallen man, and then delicately pulled his mask off. "He's nobody I recognize. You?"

"He's not one of the folk in the trade I know of. He wasn't terrible with that blade, but I don't think he'd been in many real fights. Made mistakes a veteran wouldn't have." Egrid leaned down and poked at the front of his bloodstained tunic, fishing something out of his collar. "What's this?"

It was a tiny green stone penis, hanging on a chain. Miria's lips pursed. "Society of the Jade Phallus. What are they doing lurking around here?"

"Maybe after the same stuff we are." Egrid frowned. "Or waiting to off any heirs the old guy might have had."

"The latter sounds the most likely. I hadn't known he'd crossed that bunch of maniacs." In a city with a thousand sex cults, the Society was notorious. "I wonder if they killed him."

"Wouldn't surprise me." Egrid glanced up the staircase into the blackness. "Think there's more waiting up there?"

"No. The spellcasting chamber is protected. That's probably why he picked this spot for his ambush. Let's keep going."

"Right." Egrid took the dead assassin's purse, cleaned her blade on his clothing, and then followed Miria up the final remaining steps.

They emerged into a large stone chamber, lit by witchlights. Shelves lined the room, holding leather-bound tomes, flasks of glowing liquid, carved metal coffers, and the skulls of strange creatures. Two work tables occupied one end, piled high with alchemical equipment and a few dirty plates. A stuffed owlbear mouldered in one corner, looking like the product of a decidedly amateur taxidermist.

But the thing that immediately got Egrid's attention was the being standing motionless in the middle of the room on four clawed legs. It was shaped in roughly the same format as a centaur, with a humanoid torso rising above a quadruped hindquarters. This thing was more massive than any centaur, though, and its lower parts looked more akin to a bear than a horse. The creature's head had no mouth or nose, just one bulging eye. Instead, a wide, toothy maw gaped open in the center of its torso. It was a brownish-red in color, and Egrid counted four muscular, clawed arms in addition to the four legs.

"What the hells is that?" she asked, sword ready. The creature didn't seem inclined to advance, though.

"A Nycadrox. A kind of lust-demon. Eldred bound it to protect the chamber. We're fine as long as we stay in the doorway here. When we enter, it will go after us."

"I thought lust-demons were supposed to be sexy."

"Not this kind."

"Figures." Egrid eyed the thing dubiously. "Am I going to need to kill it? Where does this thing keep its vital organs?"

"You can't kill it," Miria told her. "Any wounds your weapon makes will heal within seconds. You'd need a magical blade designed to hurt beings from other planes to actually do it any lasting harm."

"So it's your problem, not mine, then?"

"I didn't say that." The mage gave a faint smile. "I can banish the Nycadrox, but I need to be inside the protective wards of the chamber to do so, and it is not the function of an instant. So, I need you to distract the thing while I do the real work. Your sword may not do it any serious harm, but it ought to sting. Just fight defensively and keep its attention."

Egrid gave her a dirty look. "I don't like fighting something I can't actually hurt."

Miria shrugged. "It's that, or leave emptyhanded."

Growling, the half-orc took a step forward. "Hey ugly! My friend says you want a word with me!"

The second Egrid stepped into the chamber, the demon was in motion, loping towards her on its four legs. The half-orc quickly dashed to the left, drawing it away from the doorway and allowing Miria step into the room and begin moving her hands in the quick, precise motions of a spell of banishment.

Egrid slashed at the Nycadrox as it closed the gap and reached for her. The strokes went home and made the arms jerk back for a second, but the wounds they left didn't bleed, and seemed to seal themselves seconds afterwards. The next cut she made it ignored, and she had to throw herself to one side to avoid being grabbed. "Damn! This thing is fast!"

"Nycadroxes are potent beings," Miria said, fingers flying. "Try aiming for the eye. That might heal slower."

"Not helpful! I'd have to close with it to strike it there, and I do NOT want to close with this thing." She was giving ground, leading it in a circle around the back half of the room. It lunged forward suddenly, and the swordswoman yelped as only a desperate roll saved her from the grasping talons. Coming to her feet, she pulled a dagger from her boot and hurled it towards the bulbous eye.

It struck home, sinking into the soft pupil. The mouth in the thing's chest howled, and it briefly stopped chasing Egrid to pull the knife free. To the half-orc's dismay, the ragged hole in the eyeball started to heal right away.

"I got the eye. It's still coming. Might want to hurry up there."

"You can't rush magic," Miria told her severely. 

"Oh yes I can. Shit!" Egrid narrowly ducked under a swipe. "The damn thing's almost got its vision back!"

"Throw another dagger?"

"I don't have another dagger!" Egrid lashed out with her sword, hoping to get in another stab at the thing's eye before it finished healing. The move brought her a bit too close, and a backhand from the demon sent her flying across the room.

Shaking her head to clear it, Egrid struggled to her feet as the Nycadrox charged her. Her sword flew up to parry the first hand reaching out for her, and she darted to one side. The demon roared and followed, lashing out with all four arms. Still off balance, she backpedaled, doing her best to keep it at bay with stabs and slashes at the grasping limbs.

One of those stabs was her undoing; a thrust went through the palm of one clawed hand, which then tightened on the sword and wrenched it from her grasp, sending it flying across the room. Cursing, Egrid tried to follow it. The Nycadrox was faster; charging, it grabbed her with all four arms, one for each of her limbs. Slowly it started to raise her towards its torso and the gaping maw.

"Miria! It's about to fucking eat me! Do something!"

"It's not going to eat you," the mage calmly replied. "Not in a food sense anyway. I told you it was a lust-demon."

"You have got to be kidding-" The fanged mouth opened and Egrid cringed backward, but the teeth only closed around the front of her tunic, which it tore away from her body in a rending of fabric. Her ample breasts tumbled free, to immediately be met by a long, red, slimy tongue which slurped against them. The half-orc recoiled in disgust as her chest was pressed against the demon's, the maw nuzzling her messily.

"Miria! It's licking my tits!"

"I can see. You're doing fine. Just keep it occupied."

Egrid cursed and began to struggle, attempting to break free from the thing's vile embrace. She was strong, but she quickly figured out that the demon was stronger. Now two smaller, thinner sub-tongues snaked out of the leering maw. Each one slowly wrapped around a breast, squeezing the full spheres tightly. The tongue-tips each slid up to a dark nipple, and Egrid yelped as they fastened on with a sucker of some sort.  The sub-tongues began to manipulate and squeeze both breasts as the central tongue continued to wash her chest from neck to belly.

Before long, Egrid's bosom was shining slick with foamy, clear secretions and her breasts were sending shudders of sensation down her body. She mastered her panic and stopped struggling, deciding to conserve her strength and maybe lull it into a false sense of security.

The Nycadrox made a low, throaty noise, and raised her further up the torso. She felt the teeth close on the waistband of her pants and then rip the crotch away, exposing her pubic bush. The main tongue slid down her breasts, then her belly, then down between her legs...

"Ahhh! Miria, fucking hurry!" Egrid whimpered, her legs kicking as the tongue explored the outside of her snatch. "Get a move on!"

"I'm going as fast as I can," the mage said cheerfully. "Good job so far. It hasn't looked at me once."

"Yeah, good for meeeeeeeeeeeAHH." The half-orc threw back her head, trying not to look at the grotesque thing fellating her. The sub-tongues continued to pulse around her breasts, sucking and tweaking her areole. As unpleasant as she found it, she could sense a bit of wetness forming in her tunnel as her body was stimulated at both ends.

The main tongue stopped licking her labia, and she sighed with relief. Her outer lips were swollen and sticky with the thing's saliva, and it now began to lower her back down its torso. Going to give her tits another good washing, she expected.

Instead her eyes widened in alarm as a long, thick, ridged organ was extended from a flap in the thing's groin. Her legs were slowly pulled open. "Oh, fuck! Banish the thing, Miria!"

"Working on it."

The demon brought her slowly down until the head of the organ was touching her labia. Swallowing, Egrid wondered if the thing would have fit Miria; it was bigger than a human organ by a fair bit. It pushed forward, and she gave a short sharp cry as the cockhead entered her, then began to shove its way deeper down her vagina. She was still relatively dry, and the size and force of the organ made it painful as well as pleasurable.

Slowly, the Nycadrox began to fuck her. The penis was prehensile, she quickly discovered, and it writhed as it fucked, frequently pressing against the spots in her tunnel that gave her the most sensation. Egrid's panting quickly turned to moans as her pussy began to grow wetter and wetter under the relentless thrusts. 

The thing's mouth continued to nuzzle her, the main tongue roaming all over her upper body, the sub-tongues squeezing her breasts almost painfully hard. She was drenched in the thing's foamy saliva, and the smell of its drool and her sweat filled her nose. 

Should she try to escape now? She desperately wanted to, but this wasn't the first time Egrid had been taken by force, nor even the worst. She knew the moment wasn't right. Better to bide her time and hope the mage knew what she was doing.

The invading penis was bumping up against her cervix now, completely filling her, and she cried out as she suddenly felt a hot, wet geyser erupt in the back of her pussy. The Nycadrox gave a triumphant roar, and slowly began to pull out of her. As it did, spatters of a slimy green liquid started to spill from between her ravished thighs, first in drops, then in a steady stream.

"It shot a load of demon cum in me, Miria." Egrid's forced herself to keep her voice steady. "Your distraction's about over."

"Don't worry," Miria assured her. "That was just the pre-cock, to deliver the lubricant."

"The... wait, the WHAT?" Egrid screamed. "PRE-COCK? What the fuck?!"

Looking down, she could now see another, larger, blister-studded phallus being extended just below the first. "You have got to be kidding me!"

The Nycadrox made a happy rumbling noise and began to pull her thighs open again. This time, out of sheer anger, Egrid tried to resist. She struggled and strained and bucked in the thing's grip, to absolutely no avail. Relentlessly, her legs were opened and the massive member pressed to her vulva. It pushed, and for a second the half-orc thought it wouldn't go in, as large as she was. Then the clawed hands jerked her down hard, and with a howl she was penetrated by the massive demon cock, the vile shaft impaling her slime-slick cunt.

Slowly, relentlessly, the massive demon fucked her. Egrid's body arched backwards and she gasped for breath as the thing took her, its tongue slurping over her face and neck, her full breasts bouncing as she bobbed up and down on the giant, studded cock. The spent pre-penis slid along her belly, leaving a trail of the slimy ejaculate that it had pumped into her hole to ease the way for its big brother. She gave a long, low scream of equal parts pleasure and pain, and heard the demon growl a response.

"AHHHHHH! MIRIA! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGH! GODS! MIRIA!"

"Just a little bit longer!"

Egrid's next statement was choked off in a screaming wail as the Nycadrox increased the speed of its thrusts. A bulge appeared at the far end of the cock, and began to slowly move up the shaft, finally disappearing into Egrid's cleft.

It felt like a cannon had been fired into her pussy. Egrid was shot almost off the impaling member, and nearly fainted as what felt like a molten volcano erupted inside her. The demon roared and then slowly pulled her off the penis, letting what seemed like a gallon or more of thick, foul-smelling white semen-stuff fountain out of her red, open cunt. Egrid went limp, letting the stuff drain out of her as she struggled to form a coherent thought.

"Agh... Miria... he gave me another load of cum.... time's up...."

"Almost done."

A third, stubby, almost hooklike penis now extended below the main one. Egrid gritted her teeth as the demon casually penetrated her gaping, sopping hole with this new cock. Then, as if it had set her aside on a shelf, it let go of her with two of its hands and began to walk towards Miria.

"Time's up," Egrid repeated, biting her lip as the thing's strides sent her bouncing atop the member.

Miria ignored the demon and kept making precise gestures with her hands. It was upon her in a second, and grabbed her by the waist with one hand. The other hand tore her robe open, revealing firm, round breasts whose tips had been tattooed with staring blue eyes. She had shaved her labia, and the creamy lips were tattooed with squiggling runes.

The runes seemed of little interest to the demon. Lifting her to slide against Egrid, the demon slowly lowered the blonde mage down and placed its pre-cock at the entrance to her hairless snatch.

Miria made one final gesture. "Begone."

There was a sudden noise of air rushing in, and the two women tumbled to the ground in a heap.

"Good work, Egrid," Miria commented from between the half-orc's breasts. "I knew I could count on you." She lifted her head, nose crinkling. "You're terribly sticky."

"Yeah, that's because I was just repeatedly fucked by a lust-demon," Egrid growled, then groaned. "Gods. I have you naked and sprawled over me and I don't even care. I am going to be so sore tomorrow. That was worse than those ogres that one time."

"Spare me that story, please." The mage climbed off, stood, and pulled her robes shut. "Can you walk?"

Wincing, Egrid slowly got to her feet, gathering the shreds of her clothing around herself. "Yeah. Gonna need to borrow a blanket or something to walk home in, though." She sighed. "I liked those pants, too."

"You can buy yourself a new pair." Miria walked to a metal coffer, opened it, then handed it to Egrid. "Here you go."

The half-orc peered inside. Several bright, twinkling gems peered back. "Now that's more like it. These ought to fetch a nice price. Find your books?"

"Yes." The blonde wizard was already taking down a set of tomes bound in purple leather. "Most satisfactory. We've achieved our goals."

"Good. Soon as we're out of here, then, I'm going to go to a bathhouse, then go home and get drunk."

"Not so fast." The mage frowned, facing her. "I need you to come back to my tower with me."

"Eh?" Egrid frowned. "I thought we were done."

"We are. This is to your benefit, though. Trust me."

The half-orc shrugged, too tired to argue. "Fine, fine."

"Come on. I think we can find you a robe or something in the cloakroom downstairs."

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They got some odd looks as they made their way across the university quarter to Miria's dwelling; mostly from Egrid's too-small robe, which she had to hold shut with both hands. Eldred had not been a big man, and his apprentice had been even smaller.

Miria's tower was smaller and better lit than the one they had just left. Ushering her guest through a entry hall, the mage led the way into a small receiving room. Leaving Egrid alone for a minute, she excused herself, then returned holding a glass aquarium filled with a blue substance.

"All right, Egrid. I need you to lie down on the carpet there and spread your legs. You can borrow a pillow from the sofa for your head."

The half-orc looked at her. "Normally I would be up for this, Miria, but I'm pretty sensitive down there right now. Can I take a rain check? It's not that you're not pretty hot, I just-"

"I am not offering to have sex with you," the mage snapped, teeth grinding. "The Nycadrox shot a seed into you. We need to remove it, or there will be unpleasant consequences in a few weeks."

"Seed? Like, sperm? What kind of consequences?"

"A hundred-pound demon trying to crawl out of your womb through your twat."

Gulping, Egrid grabbed a pillow and lay down on the carpet. "All yours, do what you need to do."

"Very wise." With a huff, the mage squatted down beside the half-orc and placed her hand on the brown-olive stomach. She concentrated, and a glow began to spread out from her fingers, causing Egrid to squirm.

"Kinda tickles... bit warm, too..."

"I'm looking for the seed." Miria slowly stroked her hand along Egrid's belly. "I think... yes... there it is."

"Mmmm."

The mage raised her hand off Egrid's stomach and rolled up her sleeve. "My apologies if this is uncomfortable."

"Just do whatever it is so I can go home already."

With a brisk nod, the mage brough her hand down to Egrid's pussy. Her nose twitched in distaste as she gingerly parted the thick outer lips, still sticky with demon spunk. Then, gritting her teeth, she pushed her hand into the red, slick hole.

"Ahhh!" Egrid shuddered as the mage buried her hand to the wrist in her. "That's.... ahhhhh!"

"Sorry," the mage said clinically. "Going to need to go in a bit further." She pushed deeper, her slender arm going deep into the black-furred cleft. As Egrid squirmed and bit her lip, the mage pressed on until she was buried in the half-orc almost up to the elbow.

Muttering under her breath, Miria started to move her fingers in a magical pattern. Egrid moaned, and her back arched. "Oh gods, Miria, that feels incredible, don't stop!"

"Stop getting off on this!" the mage snapped. "This is purely medical!"

"Anything you saaaaaay, AHHH! just keep... OH! doing it... YES! to me..."

Flushing, Miria tried not to look at the panting, moaning, squirming half-orc whose cunt she had her arm stuck in. "I swear, if you don't stop..."

"DON'T STOP! OH GODS! YES! MIRIA! YES!" With a piercing cry, Egrid began to climax as her weary body released itself after the ordeal it had been through. Her already wet pussy began to fountain, and she arched herself upward, driving Miria's arm deeper into her as sweat streamed down her heaving breasts.

The mage, face appalled, completed her gestures deep inside Egrid's cunt. A nut-sized object flew out of the half-orc's cervix and smacked into the mage's engulfed palm. With a sigh of relief, Miria pulled her arm out of the hot sopping chasm. Her hand emerged with a squelch and a sclup, sending spurts of musky liquid flying into her face. The blonde mage made a strangled noise of disgust, holding her arm well away from the rest of her body. Standing up, she walked over to the aquarium and dropped the seed in. It was red-brown, and covered in small tentacles.

Behind her, Egrid lay on the rug, nude and panting. "Oh gods, Miria, that was good. I knew our first time would be something."

"That was not our first time!" the mage shouted, spinning to glare at her. "That was me saving your life! Gah! I need to wash my arm! I smell like halfer cunt!"

"Yes you do," Egrid said, favoring her with a lazy grin. "You want me to return the favor? You look frustrated."

"NO." Growling, the mage threw a robe at her. "As soon as you can walk, put that on and go. I'm going to bathe. WITHOUT YOU."

"Just as well." Still breathing heavily, the half-orc got to her feet. "I'm off to the bathhouse. I won't say this went well, but at least I got paid and we got to bond." She smirked. "Next time, you get to be the one to get laid."

"I think not."

Waving, Egrid shrugged on the robe and left.

The first thing Miria did was wash her arm thoroughly. It was going to take forever to get the smell of the woman's privates out of her nostrils, she knew. The second thing she did was to secure the aquarium in a place of pride in her laboratory.

Looking at the tank, Miria smiled. The spellbooks were a nice bonus, but getting a fertilized Nycadrox seed had been her main objective, and it had gone just as well as she had hoped. She wasn't clear how Eldred had managed to summon one; it was so much easier to rear them from young.

Egrid had played her part to perfection. The mage gave a satisfied nod, and went to go take a bath. Maybe afterwards she would do some relaxing herself. Egrid's toy wasn't the only such creation she had made, and after a trying day she deserved some indulgence.

Continued in Chapter 3

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