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The Restless Gods - Chapter 6

Genres: High Fantasy

Tags: FM, FF, Lesbian


Chapter 6: Falling

As the Golden Phoenix pulled into port; Flinton, Teneila and Lynthia removed their animals from the ship's cargo hold while Jatz quickly ran to the harbor master's shed and left a small pouch of coins on his doorstep. The thief frantically ran off the harbor, hoping that the harbor master nor his workers would recognize any of the party as the group who stole the ship. The thief knew he could theoretically get away without paying, but his promise to Karyn to refrain from stealing made him pay for borrowing the ship.

Karyn ran off as soon as the party stepping off the boat, extending the amulet in front of her to guide her to the next focus of her quest, the next beacon of the gods.

The rest of the party struggled to keep up with her due the warrior's enthusiasm coupled with her natural speed.  Karyn abruptly stopped outside the tall metal gates of an enormous mansion near the docks.  The party found her trying to scale the tall gate, but the smooth metal bars proved difficult to climb.

"The amulet detects the next beacon must be inside this mansion." Karyn explained, giving up on her efforts and merely scowling at the obstacle before her.  "I have to get in there."

"Wait!" exclaimed Jatz as he finally caught up with the party.  "I have just seen a posting on a nearby wall.  It seems we do not have to break into the mansion prematurely.  If we merely wait until tonight, the doors will be open for a formal ball."

"Will we not require invitations?" asked Karyn.

Jatz smiled and plucked several pieces of paper out of his pocket.  "Amazing what the rich keep on their person would you not say?"

Karyn quickly snatched the invitations out of his hand and distributed them among the party.  "Since this is formal," Karyn said as she read over the invitations, "we should all obtain adequate clothing."


The heads of every man turned when Karyn walked by them, much to the objection of their wives and girlfriends.  The warrior wore a long, flowing red silk gown with a deep plunging neckline and high slits on each side of her legs.  Much of her back was exposed, as were her arms.  Her hair was coiled above her head with a fancy hair accessory made of silver, and her face was painted to accentuate her features.  Karyn paid the gawkers no attention, even when they spoke, and simply walked around and waited for the amulet that rested on her bosom to start vibrating.

When the amulet failed to give her any definite signs within the main ballroom, Karyn turned into one of the darkened hallways.  She opened every door she came across, but still no response came from the amulet.  She reached the end of the main hall and was about to turn right into a smaller hallway. 

As she turned the corner she heard a man and woman, moaning and gasping as they embraced and kissed each other passionately.  The shadows hid their faces, but Karyn could see from the dim illumination provided by candles that hung from the wall that the man was beginning to remove the woman's dress.  Her breasts were exposed, and the man began to fondle them roughly.  Karyn was about to turn away when she heard an ecstatic moan that she instantly recognized.

"Lynthia?!  Get away from her you bastard!" Karyn snapped as she ran up to the couple.  She pulled the surprised man away. It was Lynthia who leaned against the wall.  The man ran away frantically with Lynthia staring longingly after him.

"Why did you do that?!" Lynthia snapped spitefully at Karyn, her voice slurred slightly as she spoke.

"Is this what you have become Lynthia?  Did you even know that man's name?"

"No, I did not."

"Tell me, what good would it have done had you allowed him to have you?"

Lynthia pulled her white dress back up and replied solemnly, "I would have been happy for the evening."

"Lynthia..." Karyn sighed, gripping the girl's arm.  "You have been drinking?"

"Yes." Lynthia smiled, her head beginning to wobble noticeably.  "You know, you really are beautiful Karyn, no wonder Flinton wants to fuck you so much."

"Lynthia. That is enough." warned Karyn.

"Yes Karyn.  Is that why your master adopted you and trained you to be a warrior?  So he could make you desirable and then have you as his plaything?"

Karyn reacted with a slap to Lynthia's face.  Lynthia's head snapped to the side and she slowly turned back towards Karyn, her cheek reddened and stinging.

"I...I am sorry." Karyn humbly apologized.

"I deserve that." Lynthia admitted.  "It is strange you know Karyn.  I was a queen just a short time ago.  The only problem I had then was no love in my marriage.  Now here I am.  My heart broken, my chastity violated, and full of drink.  I wonder if perhaps I should have tried harder to love the king."  Lynthia finished her speech with a half smile and drunkenly walked back to the main ballroom. 

Karyn leaned her head against the wall and sighed, filling her mind with self hatred for ruining Lynthia's life.


Their appearances betrayed nothing of their professions.  Jatz dressed in a sharp black suit with a long, dark overcoat while Flinton chose a different style of suit with a shorter, equally dark jacket over top his white shirt and black pants.  As Jatz drank and gambled with a group of rich men and women, Flinton sipped from his drink and let his eyes wander over the crowd.  Games of chance were of little interest to the archer, who preferred more hands-on approach to accumulating wealth. 

Flinton sighed as his boredom grew. Most of the loveliest ladies were already on the arms of someone richer than he.  His ears suddenly caught wind of a shrill feminine laughter.  He turned towards the source and saw it was Lynthia, who gulped down a beverage and leaned against the bar.  Flinton shook his head and walked up to her.

"You are drunk." Flinton observed, catching the magician's attention.

"And you are...a beast..." Lynthia slurred.  She feebly hit him with her palm.  "You stole Karyn from me."

"I think I should take you back to the inn." Flinton murmured, taking her into his arms.


Karyn continued to wander the house, growing more and more frustrated as her medallion failed to respond and her thoughts lingered on Lynthia.

"Oh Lynthia..." Karyn thought to herself.  "In a sense, I am as virginal as you were.  Everything I know I was taught by my mentor, but he was not skilled in relationships.  If only I knew better how to treat you, and express to you my choosing Flinton in a manner that would not make you feel betrayed." 

Karyn stopped and leaned against a wall.  She closed her eyes and grinned, her pussy clenched wet with arousal as she remembered making love to Lynthia.  Karyn licked her lips as she remembered the feeling of Lynthia's tongue, and the way their tongues would entwine and caress with feverish passion.  A sudden nudge shook took her back to reality.  Karyn opened her eyes and saw a man looking at her.

"Are you okay?" the man asked.

"Yes. I am fine." Karyn replied. 

She walked away from the man, who smiled as he watched Karyn's alluring hips sway with each step.  Focused again on the search for the beacons, she reached an upper balcony and continued scanning.  Karyn leaned over the balcony rail and held out her arm, feeling vibrations but seeing nothing to indicate a beacon.  Karyn sighed and was about to turn back, when Teneila appeared behind her.

"Karyn.  I think I have found something." Teneila said as she suddenly appeared at Karyn's side. 

The magician was dressed in a midriff-baring green gown that stopped halway down her thigh.  Several men stared up at the two beautiful women from a distance.

"How did you find anything without the amulet?" Karyn asked, her voice filled with frustration.

"Look down." replied Teneila, pointing towards the main ballroom.  Karyn did so and after a moment, noticed the shape of the room was perfectly round.

"Of course." Karyn realized.  "I sensed something when I was down there but I could not determine why.  I saw nothing to indicate a beacon was actually on the floor."

"One complication.  I still do not see the small alcove for that medallion." Teneila pointed out.

Karyn stared at the floor and saw directly in the center was a statue of the mansion's current owner.  It was a fat, naked man standing on a short marble base.  "That arrogant man." Karyn whispered.

"Pardon me?" Teneila asked. 

Karyn did not reply and merely rushed down the main stairs to the ballroom floor.  Teneila struggled to follow, due to both Karyn's speed and Teneila's inexperience with heeled shoes.  Karyn pushed aside people as she made her way to the statue in the center of the room.  By the time she stood before the statue, half the attendees were staring at her, and shortly the other half began staring as she pushed against the statue in an attempt to knock it down.

"What are you doing?!" Teneila frantically approached.

"The amulet, it sings!  It is here!  Help me move this!" Karyn replied excitedly.

"Are you alright Karyn?" Teneila asked with concern.  "You seem..."

"Just help me!" Karyn insisted, her teeth gritting as she pushed harder against the statue.

Teneila closed her eyes and placed a hand flatly against the statue.  Using an incantation, she caused the force from her hand to be intensified several times, enough that the two women's combined efforts were able to topple the statue.  The smiling head of the statue broke at the neck as it crashed to the floor.  Just as Karyn predicted, the small shallow hole for the amulet was on the middle of the floor where the statue had stood.

"We have trouble." Teneila warned as she saw the fat man whom the statue was modeled after coming down the balcony stairs.  Four large men accompanied him and angry expressions marred all of their faces.

"This won't take long." Karyn said as she removed the amulet.

Karyn inserted the amulet into the indent and turned it.  The floor beneath the guests erupted as energy burst from the circular carvings.  Everyone shielded their eyes as the room exploded with colorful light.  People began to flee the room, even though the light was not causing any actual harm.  Teneila squinted her eyes as the light intensified, she stood out as the long figure that stood still among the chaos in the middle fo the room.  The magician turned towards Karyn and saw her through the light. 

Karyn had her arms extended skyward as the light engulfed her, an expression of pleasure was visible on her face.  As Teneila pondered that, the light stopped, and the crowd slowly calmed down. And the four angry men and the fat man resumed their advance.

Teneila produced two fireballs in her hands and readied to throw them, when Karyn extended an arm in front of her.  Teneila stepped back as Karyn stepped forward, her glare focused on the men.  The men's composure suddenly vanished as Karyn made a tight fist and made a swinging downward motion in the air.  All four men doubled over as if an invisible fist had smacked each of them in the gut.  Before their bodies fell, Karyn grabbed Teneila by the arm and quickly guided her through the crowd of screaming attendees. 

The two women ran through the outer gate of the mansion and continued running around the corner to finally stop in an alley a few blocks away.

"What happened back there?" Teneila panted with exhaustion.

"It's an unbelievable feeling." Karyn explained.  "With each beacon, it feels stronger."

"What feels stronger?" Teneila asked.

"The sensation as the light passes over me.  I can not begin to describe it.  But... it grows stronger as my quest continues."

"And what of the magic you just displayed?  Are you a student of the arts?"

"No. That I cannot explain." Karyn answered, her voice pausing as she pondered her recent abilities. "Nor can I explain what happened under the ocean with us.  It seems like an extremely fortunate occurrence for you to have met my arms in that fashion."

"I have noticed such a thing as well.  Could it be a side effect of the beacons at work?"

"Perhaps...perhaps the beacons have another purpose other than to test us mortals." Karyn said, her voice filled with uncertainty.

The two women paused, their moods suddenly darkened and unsure.  "Does this blunt your drive to continue the quest?" Teneila asked warily.

"No.  It does not." Karyn replied. 

Teneila however could see through the warrior's artificial tone of confidence.  Although the magician admitted to herself, she was scared too.


Flinton carried Lynthia back to her room at the inn, and laid her on the bed.  She giggled slightly and rolled playfully on the sheets, drunken nonsense escaping her lips.  Flinton looked down at her and found himself staring at her breasts as she squirmed and the sheer material of the dress outlined her nipples. 

He leaned closer which caught Lynthia's attention, and she began squeezing her breasts through the material, her nipples stiffening to prominent display.  She arched her back and fondled her breasts shamelessly, moaning as she aroused herself with her touch. 

Flinton took off his jacket and shirt and lay himself on top of Lynthia.  He grasped her face and kissed her passionately on lips.

Lynthia moaned through the union of their mouths as their tongues began to dance.  She leaned upward and allowed Flinton to nuzzle the side of her neck, making her gasp.  Flinton dug his hands into Lynthia's thick hair and kissed her again on the lips, harder and more ferocious than before.  His right hand slid down her side and pulled at the hem of her dress, exposing his hips.  He lowered her lointcloth to the middle of her thighs and fondled her newly bared asscheeks before moving to her slit.

Moans of arousal escaped Lynthia's mouth as Flinton lowered the shoulder straps of her gown.  Flinton began undoing his belt when Lynthia rolled on top of him and stopped his hands as they were about to pull off his pants.  She stepped off the bed momentarily and completely slid out of her dress and undergarment.  With her naked form exposed to Flinton, she straddled his form and rubbed her crotch over his.  Flinton reached up and clutched Lynthia's breasts, causing the her to groan and bite her lower lip. She thrust her breasts into Flinton's face, rubbing her stiff nipples against his lips.  Lynthia hugged Flinton's neck and held him to her bosom as he sucked her turgid nipples and ran his tongue over her warm fleash.  Lynthia groaned continuously, thrusting her chest harder against Flinton, her breasts squished into the archer's face and mouth.

Lynthia moved down and unfastened Flinton's pants, freeing his growing cock.  She stroked it gently for a moment before taking it in her mouth.  Flinton shuddered as she sucked loudly on his erection, her blond head bobbing up and down.  She ran her tongue along the bottom of his shaft and cupped each of his balls, causing him to groan.

As she felt precum seeping from the tip of his manhood, Lynthia climbed up and squatted over his crotch. She aligned her wet pussy with the head of his hot shaft and sat down slowly on him.  Lynthia moaned as she felt his hot shaft begin to enter her tight pussy and then she dropped her hips, driving his shaft completely into her womanhood. She gasped loudly and squeezed her knees around Flinton's hips. Then she began grinding her pelvis against his, riding his shaft deeply within her. 

Flinton grabbed Lynthia's hips and met her thrusts with his own.  Lynthia's breasts jiggled freely above his face as she intensified humping him. She threw her head back as the pleasure inside her began to grow.  Her mouth panted sharply with every push against Flinton's crotch, and she lowered her face to stare down at Flinton as she felt her insides clutch his shaft tightly.  She placed her hands on top of his shoulders for support, and braced herself as Flinton flexed his ass and twitched his cock within her. Groaning, Lynthia lowered herself onto Flinton's chest and embraced him tightly as their crotches fused with sensual heat.  Lynthia squeezed her inner muscles around Flinton, her pussy seeping her fluids to coat his balls.  Their bodies writhed in unison as they orgasmed, their muscles tightening as rapture flooded their brains. Flinton grunted and froze, clutching her to his chest as his cock burst inside her and spewed gobs of cum with each pulse from his testicles.


"You bastard!" Lynthia screamed as she backed away from the bed, clutching a sheet in front of her breasts.  "You took advantage of me in my drunken state last night despite your love for Karyn?!"

"I was a bit drunk myself." Flinton explained.  "There is no reason to tell damning tales."

"You treat Karyn's affection as if it is nothing!  Do you realize how loyal she is to you?!  She left me because of her feelings for you!!"  Lynthia continually snapped at Flinton while she angrily searched the room for her clothes.

"That is none of my concern, nor of my doing."

"Are you saying that you do not return Karyn's love?"

"I return some of it.  But not in the same capacity she gives me.  I enjoy the coitus relations we share."

"Is that all?!  Flinton, you disgust me!  I hope Karyn finds out and kills you!!"

"Well, you will not tell her will you?"

"It will be my word against yours.  And sadly, she holds you in higher regard now.  I would be nothing but the jealous ex-lover." Lynthia said before she hurriedly pulled her dress back on and left the room.

Lynthia walked down the hall slowly, her mind still buzzing from the previous night.  She came around a corner and accidentally bumped into someone.

"Sorry." apologized Teneila, who noticed Lynthia's ragged appearance.  "Oh...good morning Lynthia." she said, trying her best to hide the contempt in her voice. 

The left strap of Lynthia's dress hung off her shoulder, revealing much of her breast and her blonde locks were messy. 

"I can see you have found that new purpose you were seeking." Teneila remarked.

Lynthia merely pulled up the strap of her dress and rushed off, her face buried in her hands as she sobbed.

"Lynthia wait!  I apologize!  That was not something I should have said!" Teneila yelled after her.


Louto sat at his desk, his fingers twitching with nervous energy while he continually scanned the doorway for new customers to his business.  A large, drunken man emerged from a room in the hallway behind him and staggered out with a smile on his face.  A few moments later, a naked, beautiful brunette woman emerged from the same room, massaging her wrists gently.

"Louto," she said, "here's your cut."  She threw a few coins onto the man's desk.  He scooped them up and placed them in a pocket.

"It would be nice if you would help me once in a while.  My previous customer was drunk, so I was lucky his knots are not very strong tonight."

Louto merely looked up at her coldly.  "If you do not wish to be tied up by drunken men, get another profession."

"Louto, don't be so cold.  You know why I am here, why any of us are here."

"It is not my fault, nor my concern.  Just do as you are told."

"Excuse me." a new voice said.

Louto and the woman turned and saw a hooded figure standing before them.  "I would like to purchase the services of one of your women." the stranger asked with a feminine voice.


"Hello there." greeted a dark-haired woman as the hooded figure entered her room.  Immediately, she slipped out of her undergarments and laid on the bed, spreading her legs to reveal her naked pussy to the stranger.  "What is your name?" the young woman purred as she leaned back on her elbows.

"Lynthia." the girl replied as she pulled back her hood.

"Mmmm...that is a sexy name." the woman commented, admiring the girl's shimmering gold locks.

"What is your name?" Lynthia asked as she removed her cloak, letting it drop to the floor.

"What would you like it to be?"

"Karyn." Lynthia replied nonchalantly.

"Then my name is Karyn.  Would you like me to do anything special?"

"Just lean back and let me touch you." Lynthia replied as she slid off her dress. "And when the time is right, you can touch me back." 

Completely naked, she walked over to 'Karyn' and climbed on top of her.  Lynthia rubbed her nose in the thick black hair and kissed the woman's bare neck. This 'Karyn' moaned softly while Lynthia reached down with her right hand and stroked the inside of her bare thighs, wandering to warm pussy and fondling the soft folds.  Lynthia slowly licked the woman's breasts, caressing each of her nipples with her tongue.  The dark-haired woman moaned louder and leaned her head back as Lynthia licked up the side of her neck.  She allowed Lynthia to kiss her on the lips, then sucked her tongue voraciously while she held onto Lynthia's naked hips.  As their tongues became further entwined, Lynthia tightened her fingers over 'Karyn's' soft breasts, her fingers squeezing the nipples with increasing pressure.

As the kiss continued, 'Karyn' slid a hand between Lynthia's spread legs and began to molest her hanging labia.  Lynthia arched her back, groaning with bliss as she moved her mouth back to the woman's breasts and suckled wantonly, relishing in the taste of the smooth woman flesh. 'Karyn' slid two fingers into Lynthia's pussy, pumping them back and forth between her swollen lips.  Lynthia bit her lip with stifled pleasure, closing her eyes as she rolled her hips in sync with the thrusting fingers. The woman straightened her fingers and pumped them deeper and deeper up Lynthia's clenching hole. 

Lynthia panted sharply, writhing against 'Karyn's' hand as the slick fingers began making squishing sounds. She arched her back and held onto the dark-haired woman's shoulders as she rocked her hips faster, sending her breasts jiggling.  With a loud moan she orgasmed and her torso jerked as her pussy clamped around the woman's fingers. A squirt of hot cum filled the woman's palm. 'Karyn' waited for Lynthia's pussy to stop clenching and then slowly pulled her hand from between their bodies. She licked her wet palm, tasting Lynthia's honey and then pressed her cum-soaked fingers against Lynthia's lips. Still panting, Lynthia parted her lips and accepted 'Karyn's' slicked fingers and sucked them clean, twirling her tongue between them to get every drop. 

The two kissed again, with the salty taste of Lynthia's orgasm shared between their tongues. The kiss lasted a few more moments, as did the session of passion.  After letting Lynthia rest upon her heaving bosom, the dark-haired woman turned and sat Lynthia on the bed as she stood up.

"That will be one hundred pieces." Karyn said, the sensuality in her voice replaced with a cold tone.

Lynthia licked her lips and retrieved her pouch.  She poured a handful of pieces into her open palm and handed them to 'Karyn', who snatched them greedily from her hand.


"Where in the god's names have you been?!" Karyn demanded as she finally saw Lynthia return to the inn.  "It is morning and I have not seen you since last night."

"You sound like my mother.  My whereabouts are none of your concern." Lynthia coldly replied as she walked solemnly back to her room.

"Lynthia wait!" Karyn insisted as she grabbed Lynthia's shoulder.  Initially, Lynthia shrugged it away, but the second time Karyn made contact, she simply stopped and sighed with resignation.

"What is it?" Lynthia asked with an impatient sigh.

"Lynthia." Karyn said in a calm, soothing tone.  "Please, tell me what is wrong."

"As I said Karyn. None of your concern. I admit I have been behaving strangely.  I suppose I have not been dealing with recent events the way I should."

"And have you found the proper way yet to cope?"

"No." Lynthia replied, walking away from Karyn. 

Karyn reluctantly let go, knowing Lynthia would say no more to her. Just as Lynthia retreated upstairs, Jatz walked in, still dressed in his formal clothes from the ball. 

"Hello Karyn!" he greeted ecstatically, proudly holding a generous bag of winnings from the gambling table. "Sorry if I worried you about my whereabouts, but the gambling continued into the morning.  I was on such a roll I could have gamed all day!  But, I digress, that was a great party last night, wouldn't you say?" Jatz asked.

"Yes." Karyn murmured sarcastically.  "Great fun for all."


"Are you going to strike at them?"

"Not yet Karna.  Karyn is too strong for me to battle personally.  Especially with her entourage."

"Do you have a plan my lord?"

"Yes." Xarthul said as he rubbed his two hands together.

Continued in Chapter 7


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