Erokin: Chapter Two

Author's Note
What you're about to read is a short story that was made to help flesh out the world, history, and characters of Erokin.

... plus I've been itching to write another short story because I had so much fun with the last one.

If you missed it, here's the link to Chapter One.

Hope you enjoy,
Vils

Chapter Two

The Prisoner

After a long trek in the woods, I finally find myself at the great wall of Gateston, the capital of the Holy Coalition, the birthplace of the Church, and the city I grew up in. The Ellfar of the ancient trees of Faynar have a word for a city elf: ‘Carser’. It translates roughly to ‘prisoner’, because what self-respecting elf would choose an artificial enclosure over the freedom of nature?

“Stop right there.”

I pause in my tracks, looking up to the top of the mighty and elaborate gate that the city is named for. Guards with crossbows point their weapons down at me from atop the battlements.

“I’m with the mercenary guild,” I say simply, tugging my sleeve up and raising my fist to display the brand of employment on my inner wrist. Glistening dark red like blood in the shape of the crest of the mercenary guild. I can see their demeanors relax as they lower their weapons and nod, a group of them moving to open the Great Gate of Gateston. I tug my sleeve back down and make my way forward through the open gate and into the bustling city.

As I make my way through the busy marketplace of the city, I hear something that catches my attention.

“G-Great citizens of Gateston! I am Acolyte F-Fiona and I-”

I glance over toward the source of the noise, it’s a group of women adorned in black robes with the signet of the Church emblazoned in gold on them. They’re standing on a small platform that’s adorned in banners of the Church. One of them seems nervous, the one that’s speaking. One of the other women nudges the nervous girl, Fiona it seems her name is. They whisper in her ear and she nods quickly.

“S-Sorry! Sorry… Y-Yes, of course, Priestess.”

<She’s pretty.> Dala chimes up mentally.

There’s a crowd growing around the women now, Fiona seems to get even more nervous with all the attention and she hides behind the others. One of the more important seeming women steps forward and opens her arms.

“Great citizens of Gateston! We are the Sisterhood of the Church, the great battle priestesses of old. We come bearing ill tidings… and a warning.”

There’s some murmuring now within the crowd as they look at each other. I slow my walking pace, gravitating toward the Sisters in curiosity.

“There have been murmurs and whispers that the devil is in our midst. An erokin. We must be vigilant, lest we invite evil into our homes. Our work of old must not be undone. If anyone sights this erokin menace, we urge you to come to the Church with its whereabouts immediately. We will overcome this demonic evil if we stick together and watch over one another. Thank you.”

<I wonder who she means.> The erokin in my head chuckles.

Quietly ignoring her, I move to turn away but catch a glimpse of one of the Sisters slapping Fiona across the face before she is surrounded by the rest of them and blocked from sight. I narrow my eyes at them as they move away back down the street as a tightly-knit group of black robes.

<... Did we just see what I think we saw?>

With an unconscious shrug, I turn and continue making my way toward the guild now that the crowd has dispersed. The Church is starting to catch wind of our existence, so It’s only a matter of time until we’ll have to deal with that problem.

After some time, we finally make it to the wooden door of the mercenary guild. I knock on the door and the shutter in the middle opens up to reveal a pair of eyes peering back at me.

“Brand?”

I raise my arm in response, showing my wrist to the shutter. It immediately closes and then the door itself opens up, letting me inside. There’s a crowd of armored mercenaries inside, all going about their business either outfitting themselves or grabbing new assignments. Sometimes I recognize the faces, other times they’re just strangers to me.

“Alda! There she is. Finished your assignment that fast again, huh? Always the quick one.”

The voice is that of a bearded human man sitting at a booth in the corner of the room and puffing on an ornate pipe. He’s one of the few faces I’ve always recognized for as long as I can remember. I make my way over and take a seat opposite him, leaning forward onto the table between us and setting the gold necklace down on it, sliding it over to him. He picks it up carefully and peers down at it, flipping it over to read the inscription.

”To my dearest love. Always yours: Liv.” He lets out a little chuckle and sets it back down on the table in front of me. “Guess that’s what they were looking for. I’m glad you didn’t have to bring the whole damn carriage in. Where’s the rest?”

“Somewhere in the woods. Don’t worry about it, Marcus.” I say simply, taking the necklace and putting it back in my pouch.

Marcus raises an eyebrow in concern and leans toward me as he takes a puff from his pipe. “You know I’m a worrier, Alda. You took care of those goons, right?”

“Yes.”

“Did anyone else see you?”

I look away and shrug, crossing my arms and leaning back.

“Alda…”

“No,” I look back at him and shake my head, trying to keep eye contact with him as he blows a cloud of smoke from his lips.

“You’re a great fighter, Alda. I made sure of that. But lying? Not so great. Who saw you?”

I let out a frustrated sigh and look down at the table, shrugging lightly. “Enforcer.”

“Enforcer? Okay, so it must not have been that bad, you’re sitting here. How’d you talk your way out?”

“I didn’t.”

He tilts his head in disbelief at me, taking another breath of his pipe.

“You fought an Enforcer? Are you kidding me?”

“Thought I was a bad liar, Marcus.”

With a smirk, he looks down and rubs the back of his neck. “My girl took on an Enforcer. Huh.”

I can’t help but crack a small smile as well, his smirks are infectious.

<Gonna take all the credit, huh?>

And there goes my smile, back to quietly ignoring Dala.

<Oh, come on. It was only a joke. Lighten up!>

“Did you get burnt?” Marcus asks, looking back up at me.

“No. Passed by some Church people earlier. They didn’t grab me.”

“Hm. Alright then. Just don’t be taking on any more Enforcers. We don’t need the heat. They seem to be getting all riled up over some erokin that’s apparently in town, so they’re getting hyper-vigilant now.”

<When are you planning on telling him about me, Alda?>

I lean forward on the table once more, waving away some of the tobacco smoke.

“I’ll try to keep that in mind. Now, where does the client want their necklace delivered?”

<Fine! Keep ignoring me!>

“Old Town, out there in the Outer Ruins. You’re looking for a woman named Liv in an old pub called ‘The Leaky Twat’. Hell of a name. The good news is there shouldn’t be any Church out there.”

“Bad news is I have to go to a place called ‘The Leaky Twat’.

He lets out a laugh and nods, stroking his beard between his fingers while he toys with his pipe.

“Alright, I’ll be back once it’s delivered,” I say, standing up.

“Whoa, whoa! All business, Alda? Come on now, stay and talk to your old man.”

With a sigh, I pause and sit back down.

“Sorry, Marcus.”

“Listen. You’ve got that elven work ethic. I’ve always liked that, but maybe you should sit and take a break sometimes, hm? You’ve been ‘go, go, go’ ever since you were old enough to join the guild proper. Hell, ever since you were old enough to walk.”

<He’s got a point, you know.>

“What else should I do?” I cross my arms again, leaning back.

“Relax, find a hobby, talk to people, live! Life isn’t all about fighting, Alda,” he says, leaning forward.

“After this job.”

He shakes his head with a smile and leans back, crossing his arms too while he holds his pipe with his lips.

“Sometimes I wish the men in here were half as focused as you are, Alda.”

I return the smile and put my hands on the table to push myself up. As I move, he reaches over and rests his hand on mine.

“Hey, seriously. At least give it a thought, hm?”

“Okay, I’ll give it a thought, Marcus.”

He pats my hand and pulls away, chuckling to himself as he fills his pipe up with fresh tobacco and points it at me.

“We’ve gotta work on the lying, Enforcer slayer.”

“After the job,” I reply with a smile, turning to leave through the door I came in.

<Are you gonna talk to me now?>

“Depends,” I reply, making my way through the city toward the ancient gates that lead to the Outer Ruins.

<Oh, we’re finally done ignoring me?>

I let out a sigh and shake my head in annoyance.

<What?>

“I can’t just be sitting there talking to you all the time in front of people.”

<Well at least think something at me. It gets maddening trapped in here.>

“Fine, I’ll think things at you. Happy?”

<Joyful.>

After some traveling through the city, I finally make it past the ancient gates and into the Outer Ruins just as nighttime starts to fall. Not many people come out this way and for good reason. The landscape is filled with ruined structures of ancient origin, all older than I could possibly imagine.

<What happened here…?>

“Thought you’d know.”

<Why?>

“Because the Erokin did this.”

<I don’t remember much, Alda.>

“Do you remember anything?”

<... No.>

“Right…” I scoff lightly, stepping my way over loose bricks and ruined roads while keeping an eye open for any bandits in the cold black of night.

<So… what happened?>

“This place used to be called Villanor. Ancient human city. Erokin razed it to the ground during their war with the angels. Gateston got built over it. Now they call the remains outside of the city ‘The Outer Ruins’. Not much else to it.”

<Well obviously the humans were being dicks if the erokin did that.>

“Yeah? That what you think?”

<No, I know.>

“Thought you didn’t remember anything.”

I can feel the annoyance growing inside her, I let out a chuckle and climb my way up some relatively tall remains to get a lay of the land. Off in the distance, I can see the old run-down pub we’re heading for.

<Ya know, you both kept knocking it, but The Leaky Twat isn’t all that bad of a name.>

“I could think of better ones.”

<Okay. Name one.>

“... I said I could, not that I’m going to.”

<The Leaky Elf sounds like a good one.>

“Oh, here we go...”

<Or The Angry Barbarian. That’s more your speed, huh?>

“What’s going on with you?”

<I just want to stretch my legs. Come on, we’re out of the city now. All alone, let me walk the rest of the way.>

“Thought you hated walking?”

<Well it’s better than being trapped in here.>

“And what if you get spotted?”

<I’ll just hand the reins back. No problem.>

“I…”

<Are you waiting for me to say please? Because that’s not gonna happen.>

“Fuck, fine.”

I close my eyes and let her take control, letting our body burn away into her form.

“Ugh, finally. You know, we’re getting pretty fast at changing over,” she says as she stretches her limbs.

<Seems like it.>

“Are you mad at me, Alda?”

<...>

“Aw, poor babe. Well, you just sit back and mama Dala will take care of you.”

<Just get us there, will you?>

She chuckles and spreads her wings wide, leaping forward and gliding her way down toward the pub.

<Agh! You didn’t say anything about this!>

“What, afraid of heights?”

<No.>

“Then you’ve got nothing to be worried about! Gosh.”

She lets out a relaxed sigh and spreads her arms wide, I can feel the enjoyment radiate through her. It… It’s a little infectious, like Marcus’ smiles. The wind over our skin feels so freeing, as if we could go anywhere the breeze takes us. If I had control of our lips, I think I’d be smiling. Just like she is right now.

“Shit.”

<What?>

“People below.”

My distracted mind snaps to attention at what Dala is looking at. I see a bunch of what seems like bandits below, it doesn’t look like they’ve seen us in the darkness.

“We’ll just fly right past them.”

<Keep going, get us to the pub.>

She nods and leans into the air, speeding us up. Eventually, we make it near the run-down pub and she lands out of view of it, handing control back to me. I dust myself off and make my way toward the building. Up close, it doesn’t seem all that run down. I can hear activity inside.

<People are inside? Maybe they frequent this place. Anything for a drink, right?> Dala murmurs in my head.

“You don’t get drinks at a place like this…”

I push open the doors and make my way inside. It seems normal enough, a decent amount of people inside. Then I realized that most of them were all half-naked. I let out a little sigh.

<Oh, now this is my kinda pub.>

One of the waitresses makes her way over to me, smiling sweetly in nothing but a bikini top and bottom.

“Hello, traveler! May I get you a room?” She asks, giving me a side wink.

“I’m looking for someone,” I reply, doing my best to keep my eyes on her face.

<Oh we’re definitely getting that room. Also, look down! Come on, help me out here!>

“Oh! Well, then you’ll want to speak to Abe. He’s our pubkeeper. I’m sure he’ll know who you’re looking for! Just give me a shout if you want a room. Standard fee is 30 silver!”

I nod and make my way past her, heading toward the man she mentioned. He’s standing behind the bar counter, rubbing the top of it with a cloth to keep it nice and shiny, unlike the rest of the drab place. I lean forward on the bar and rest my arms on it. He turns toward me and makes his way over.

“What can I do ya fo-”

He stops dead in his tracks, looking at something behind me with a fearful look. Without looking, I hear the pub doors opening behind me. Sounds like… four, no, five people walking in. Heavy footsteps, human men. The hustle and bustle of the pub falls silent.

<The bandits we saw before… Alda…>

“Why hello, ye Leaky Twats! We been noticin’ ye ain’ been payin’ up the toll o’ operatin’ in Lowrunner territory.”

The footsteps are spreading out now, I can hear a commotion behind me, women struggling against the bandit men.

“So how’s abouts we start takin’ wha’ we want, hm? I be thinkin’ free rooms wit yer whores, willin or not, eh?”

<Alda…?>

Abe raises his hands and clears his throat. “Don, listen. I’ve got some gold, we can talk this over, huh?”

“Frigh’ful Abe! Look at ye standin’ up fer yerself fer once, eh? An’ who’s this outsider o’ yers?”

Abe glances over at me unsurely, before looking back. “Err, I’m not sure. She just arrived.”

“She, eh? Thought she were a fuckin’ man in that ol’ cloak. Well, le’s git a good look at ‘er, hm?”

He looks back at me, gulping silently. I lean forward and stare straight, keeping still. I can hear the bandit man named Don approaching me from behind now.

“Ey, girl. I said le’s git a good look at ye.”

He’s standing beside me now, leaning on the bar counter and looking over at me. He glances back and waves his guys over. All five of them start to crowd around me, bumping my shoulders.

“Tink’ this girl broken. Le’s jus’ peel ‘er clothes open so we can see wha’ she loo’ like under all tha’.…”

He pulls out a knife and brandishes it near my face, scraping it along my hood and leather straps as he chuckles darkly.

“How tha’ sound, bitch?”

<Alda!>

“Don, listen. I can pay. Here, look. I’ve got the gold,” Abe says as he slides a pouch of gold toward the bandit with the knife.

The man turns his attention toward the pouch and I take the opportunity to strike, raising my arms and pushing back against the men to make them stumble backward. I grab the hand wielding the knife and quickly twist it behind his back, moving behind him and kicking his knee out from behind to force him down on one knee. Once he’s down, I pull his hand back out from behind his back, using it to stab the knife into his side. He drops to the floor.

One down.

Now the others have regained their footing and are rushing back toward me. I grab one of them and use his momentum to slam his face into the bar behind me, knocking him out cold.

Two down.

One of them lands a punch to my stomach, slamming me back against the bar and winding me. I take in a deep breath and whip my fist toward him, smashing my metal gauntlet right into his chin. Now he’s out cold too.

Three down.

But now it looks like my element of surprise has run out, the last two grab an arm each and lift me up before slamming me down onto the bar. One of them holds me down while the other starts to work me over with his fists, hitting me in the face, stomach, and sides, sending searing pain through my body with each punch. I lift my head and smash it against the nose of the one holding me down, forcing him to release me as he reels back in pain. Once I’m free, I aim my gauntlet up and pull the trigger on my grapple hook, shooting it out into the ceiling above the man as he staggers back, and wrapping the line around his neck.

Four down.

While I choke him out, the other one tries to rush toward me. I leap up into the air, leaning on the one I’m choking so that I can bring both feet up and slam them right into the jaw of the one rushing toward me. He goes down, hard.

Five down.

I release the grapple hook trigger and let the other man fall to the ground, choked out and snoring. The line of the grapple whips back into my gauntlet. Dead silence. With a pained sigh, I stagger back over to the pubkeeper and lean heavily onto the bar.

<Damn.>

“I’m looking for Liv.” I say through gritted teeth, holding my arm over my stomach. Abe takes a moment to close his agape mouth, clearing his throat and looking at the carnage behind me. The hustle and bustle of the bar starts to liven again as some of the working women start carrying the knocked out bandits out of the pub.

“Liv. Erm… Right. She err… has a reservation here… In the morning?”

“Then I’m taking a room. Just don’t send any women in.” I reply simply, reaching into a pouch and setting 30 silver in front of him.

“Oh- of course! Err…” He sets a key onto the bar in front of me and I grab it, pushing off of the bar and nodding in gratitude to him.

“Oh-! Err.. Up the stairs and last on the left!”

I nod again and stumble my way up the stairs, making my way down the hall and pushing my way inside the last door on the left. It’s fairly empty and plain-looking. Just a bed and a mirror with old paint peeling off of the walls. I close and lock the door behind me, tossing the key into a pouch and starting to peel my gear off, undoing strap after strap as I set my equipment and armor down beside the bed, leaving myself in just my undergarments. I walk in front of the mirror and look myself over. My sore body is absolutely covered in newly forming bruises from the barfight.

<Ouch… Alda, I can just take over and have sex with one of the girls to fix that up for you.>

“No,” I say simply, turning my limbs over to look them over as well. I swear I can see Dala’s concerned expression on my face in the mirror. Or maybe it’s just our mind manifesting her.

<Why not?>

“Because then our cover would be blown wide open and we’d be chased out of town.”

<Do you really think these people would run to the Church? Obviously, they’d get taken out too if they decided to tell. I mean, shit, Alda. It’s a brothel.>

I let out a sigh and touch my face, noticing some cuts there as well.

<And what about that time in the woods, huh? With the Enforcer? I thought we were a pretty good team.>

“That was an exception.”

<Exception? Why?>

“Because we had no other option.”

<Ugh, you are a piece of work.>

“Yeah, I get that a lot. Look, I’m sorry, okay? Yeah, we were a pretty good team, but I can’t just keep letting you out every ten seconds or we’re gonna get fucked. Okay?”

<Uhh… Alda?>

“What?!”

I look over toward the door and notice a woman standing in the doorway, waving awkwardly as she stares at me like I’m a crazy person.

“Hi, didn’t mean to bother you, err. I know you said no women, but I just kinda wanted to make sure you weren’t dead? You took quite a licking just now. Uhh… Maybe they hit your head too hard? I’ll be back in a bit to check on you while you sort out your… issues?”

I quickly raise my hands to cover myself, wincing in pain from moving too fast.

“Uh, yeah! Thanks!”

<Smooth…>

She nods and gives an awkward smile.

“Also, thank you for taking care of those Lowrunnners for us! Some of us were thinking we’d never be able to escape them… They’ve erm… They’ve been a real pain uh… as you could see. I’m Jesse, by the way.”

“Oh- Of course! I’m Alda. Yeah, no worries,” I reply sheepishly, still trying to cover up whatever bits of my bruised body I can.

<I thought you wanted to keep a low profile, miss blown cover…>

She nods and gives another quick smile before popping back out of the room. I let out a heavy sigh since apparently, I had been holding my breath.

<... You have *got* to learn how to talk to a woman.>

“Ugh… Shut up.”

<How’d she even get in?>

“They must have keys…”

<Well, your great royal bed awaits, your highness.>

“Gee thanks…”

I collapse onto the bed and painfully squirm under the thin ratty covers, closing my eyes. Eventually, I’m able to find a position where it doesn’t hurt to breathe.

<Want me to tell you a bedtime story, Alda?>

“Shut up…”

<Maybe kiss you goodnight?>

“Urgh…”

Soon I’m finally able to let sleep catch me through the pain and annoyance, though it takes me a lot longer than I’d like.

…

Through my dreams, strange feelings radiate through me, pleasure and warmth… I can hear the sounds of women around me, giggling and moaning in lewd symphonies. I’ve never had dreams like these before. Soon I start to wake up, my mind still groggy as I adjust to what’s happening around me. My consciousness starts to focus on the feeling of lips on mine and warm skin pressing against me.

“About time you joined the party. Hey, she’s awake now, girls.”

More giggling, I try to open my eyes, but I can’t. I’m trapped. What’s happening?

“Ah right. Sorry, Alda.”

Suddenly my eyes open and my head turns toward the mirror. I see Dala lying there naked where I should be, with two nude women, one on each side of her. I can recognize one of them, Jesse. She’s on our right side, the one that we were just kissing… Kissing?

<What the hell is going on?>

“Well, I- Oh sorry, girls. I’m just talking to her right now- I figured you needed a bit of a rest in the backseat after your throwdown. Which let’s be honest, it was pretty heroic, right girls?”

They both nod and start giggling as they press up tighter against me- us. She wraps our arms around them both.

“For an elf at least,” she says with a wink at me through the mirror. “I could have taken on way more guys. Have done in the past,” she says in a boastful voice so the women can hear.

“Now girls, why don’t you show Alda what you were doing before? You naughty ladies. I love you two.”

“And we love you, Dala~” Jesse replies, kissing up on our neck as she reaches her hand between our legs, to which Dala responds by opening them eagerly.

“I’ve never cum as many times in one session as I have this one,” Jesse whispers softly.

“What was it, eleven so far?” Dala responds with a smirk.

“Hmm… Twelve.”

“Oh right, you said I made you cum twice in a row the first time. Forgot about that.”

<Dala. What the fffffff~ uck~?>

The other woman starts latching onto our left nipple, sending waves of pleasure through our body as Jesse starts fingering us.

“Oh, Alda. You’re not mad at me, are you?

<You told them about us?!>

“Of course! They need to provide personalized service. It’s very professional around here.”

Jesse latches onto our right nipple and starts to giggle, vibrating her lips against our skin. The other woman starts to giggle too, sending waves of bliss through our body.

<Ffffuck~ W-What were you thinking?>

“Well, it’s only polite to tell a girl your name when she’s going down on you. I see no problem with it. Everything will be fine, sweetie. -She’s all worried right now, girls.”

“We won’t tell a soul, Alda~! No need to worry, honey!” Jesse pipes up as she trails her tongue around our nipple.

“Oh- This is Jazz, by the way, Alda. You haven’t met yet. Alda, Jazz. Jazz, Alda.”

“Hello, Alda~ You’re safe with us, dear~” Jazz responds before leaning up and planting a soft kiss on my- our lips.

“So it’s fine, Alda. No need to worry your violent little head about it.”

<...>

“Oh, she’s not talking to me now, girls. She tends to do that a lot.”

“Aww~ Alda~!”

“Talk to us~” The two girls whine and giggle as they worship our body, taking turns pressing their fingers down between our legs.

“You know, girls. That’s a good idea. She should talk to you~”

<... Wait!>

Dala smirks devilishly before closing her eyes and letting go of our body, making it shift back into my naked elven form. I immediately tense up and look awkwardly back and forth between the two women tangled up with me.

“Err… hi…”

“Good morning, Alda~” Jesse leans up and presses her lips against my right cheek.

“We just wanted to thank you for taking care of those mean assholes for us~ You’re so tough~” Jazz whispers into my ear before pressing her lips against my left cheek, turning my head into a lewd lip sandwich.

<Oh, this should be interesting.>

“Y-You’re welcome.”

<It’s not just tall girls is it? It’s all girls.>

They both giggle and work their way down from my cheek to my neck, suckling and kissing on it as their hands caress my inner thighs and their fingers delicately slide along my netherlips. Occasionally they press their fingers inside me to the knuckle and rub their fingertips all along my inner walls, causing me to tense up and whimper in pleasure. That always gets a giggle out of them both, so they start doing it even more.

“F-Fuck…”

“Shhh~ Alda, sweetie. Just relax and let us take care of you, babe.” Jesse murmurs.

“Where’d all those bruises go, honey?” Jazz asks softly.

“Err… Dala. Healed them.”

“Wow, she’s amazing,” Jesse whispers in my ear, kissing and licking along my earlobe.

“And so are you, darling~ In your own tough way~” Jazz whispers in my other ear,  giving me the same treatment.

“Would you look at her abs? She’s so muscley~” Jesse murmurs as she rubs her palm along my stomach.

“Way stronger than the men we usually get here~ “ Jazz giggles as she rubs her soothing palm up along my arms, gently squeezing my biceps.

“Nothing stronger than a woman~ Right Jazz~?” Jesse moans quietly in my ear as she cups my pussy in her hand and rubs her palm against my clit, making my legs twitch in pleasure.

“Nothing stronger than this woman~ That’s for sure~” Jazz responds as she turns my chin gently toward her face and locks her lips with mine, letting out a gentle groan as she makes out with me and clings her body to mine. I can’t help but moan out against her lips as their bodies completely overwhelm mine, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me.

Jesse starts to run her lips down along my body, brushing over my nipple, my stomach, down to my inner thighs. Butterflies flutter through my stomach as I feel her lips graze along my groin, making me squirm and whimper.

“Ooh~ She’s ticklish down here~” She giggles as she lifts my legs up and climbs between them, running her hands up and down my thighs as she breathes warm breaths against my core.

“So cute~” Jazz whispers softly in my ear, moving a hand up to gently cup each of my breasts in turn, rubbing her thumb over my nipples. I can’t help but jump slightly each time she brushes over them. Now Jesse’s burying her tongue inside me, wiggling it all around and pressing her lip against my clit as she kisses and licks me inside and out. I can feel myself inching closer and closer to the edge, unable to hold myself back. Soft little moans and gasps escape past my lips as I clench up and shiver in pleasure.

“Ooo~ I can feel her getting close~” Jesse moans from between my legs.

“Cum for us, babe~ That’s it~ Just relax and cum, baby~” Jazz whispers against my lips, delicately kissing and suckling on them. After what feels like an eternity of bliss riding the edge, I suddenly let out a muffled squeal and then a heavy moan, my body pulsing and clenching up as I ride wave after wave of orgasm, moans and gasps escaping my lips while the two women moan with me in unison, comforting and encouraging me with soft whispers as I cum hard against Jesse’s lips. Soon the waves start to subside, and my body starts to grow still and relaxed again.

“You came so hard, Alda~ Good job, babe~” Jesse says with a giggle as she plants one last kiss on my lower lips before climbing up beside me to kiss my upper lips as well.

“She works hard, and she plays even harder~” Jazz teases as she plants soft kisses along my jawbone.

“T-Thanks…” I manage to force out, still overwhelmed by the situation.

<Oh darling.>

Suddenly the door opens and a woman’s head peeks in.

“Come down to the pub once you’re finished, Alda. Let’s talk business.” She says before disappearing just as quickly as she appeared.

<Oops, must’ve left the door unlocked.>

“Wha- Who was that?” I ask in surprise, looking between the two women clinging to me.

“Liv. She’s a regular here.” Jazz says as she rests her head on my left shoulder and rubs my arm.

“Never partakes though, no idea why.”

“Maybe she doesn’t like women, hehe~”

“Tsk, who could possibly not like women? Right, Alda?” Jesse teases as she clings to my other arm, her palm rubbing along my stomach.

“Y-Yeah. Heh. I err… I have to go now… Girls, sorry.”

“Aww~ Okay Alda~” Jazz whispers as she turns my chin toward her and plants a long goodbye kiss on my lips before climbing out of bed.

“We’ll miss you, Alda~ You come back and see us again soon, you hear~? Bring Dala with you too~ You’re both so much fun~” Jesse murmurs against my lips before pressing hers against them and letting out a soft little moan in appreciation, giving my tits one last grope before climbing out of bed and joining Jazz.

“Bye Alda~ Bye Dala~” They both sing to us in unison, waving at me before leaving through the door. All I can do is wave sheepishly back at them.

<Wonderful girls. Did you have fun?>

“Something like that…” I murmur lightly, looking at myself in the mirror. What stares back at me is a messy-haired nude elf woman with hickeys on her neck.

<I quite like this look on you, hun. You should try it more often.>

“Let’s just get back to business.”

<Admit you had fun first.>

“What?”

<You heard me.>

“W- I’m in control, I don’t have to listen to you.”

<...>

“... Dala?”

<...>

“Are you giving me the silent treatment now?”

<That depends. Is it working?>

“Yeah, a little.”

<Then yeah. Figured I’d give you a little dose of your own medicine.>

“Ugh…”

<Just say it.>

“Fine. I had fun.”

<Was that so hard?>

“Yep,” I mutter as I stumble out of bed and tidy myself up before climbing back into my gear.

…

Down in the pub, there doesn’t seem to be quite as much activity in the morning as there was at night. Some hungover patrons here and there, but otherwise just the women going around and tidying the place while Abe organizes things behind the bar. I glance around and spot the woman that poked her head in before, moving over to her and sitting across from her.

“About time! Sounded like you were fucking all night in there…” She raises an eyebrow at me.

“Wasn’t my idea…” I say, resting my face in my hand in embarrassment.

“Do you have the necklace?”

“Yep, got it right here.”

I pull the necklace out of my pouch and set it on the table in front of her. With a soft sigh of relief, she reaches down and picks up the little piece of jewelry, cradling it like it’s precious.

“I thought I lost you…” She says softly, before clearing her throat and looking back up at me.

“Did you have to fight for this?”

“Well… Yeah. Just some thugs.”

“Was the Church there?”

“Uhh…” I rub the back of my neck and look down.

“Was. The. Church. There?” Her tone is deadly serious.

“Alright, yes. The Church showed up there too, with an Enforcer and some footsoldiers.

“An Enforcer? And you took it on?”

“... Yes.”

“So they’re on to my plan…” She mutters to herself, her eyes gazing distantly.

“Plan…?”

“I need your help, Alda. If they tried to intercept the carriage, that means they knew that *this* was on it. Listen, you’re the only one that can help me. I’ll pay you for the assignment I gave your guild to find this necklace, and then I’ll pay quadruple for a new assignment with you.”

“... I’m listening.”

“I need you to get this necklace to my lover. She’s somewhere in that awful city.”

“Quadruple for that? What’s the rush?”

“She was taken from me, and that necklace will bring her back. I want her back home before they… they… do something to her…”

“They? You mean the Church?”

With a solemn nod, she gazes down at the necklace while a tear rolls down her cheek.

“What’s her name?”

“Fiona.”

My ears perk up in recognition. Black robes.

<Wait- Wasn’t that the name of that acolyte girl from the marketplace before?>

“I think we’ve seen her before, Liv.”

“We…?”

“I… I’ve seen her before. I know exactly where to look.”

“Then take this to her! Bring me back my Fiona! If you took on an Enforcer, you can save her! Please!”

Liv pushes the necklace into my hands along with a pouch of gold that’s heavy in weight.

“Alright… I’ll find her and get her back,” I say, putting away the necklace and gold.

“Thank you! Please hurry!”

I nod to her, turning to head out the door for the next adventure…