“You—you want to… Oh… I didn’t—I didn’t realize you had feelings like that. I thought I was pleasing you this way.”

  “You have, but you’ve sucked my dick several times and I’ve never seen you naked even once.”

  “You never asked.”

  “I’m still figuring out where the line is. You’re my maid, and you’ve been having your fun, but sleeping with me had to be your choice.”

  Bianca caressed my thigh in response, smiling warmly at me.

  “You were waiting for me to want it?” she wondered.

  “That was the plan, but I wasn’t going to push since you don’t know me that well yet.”

  Bianca frowned. “That’s not true! I know everything there is to know about you—the important bits anyway.”

  “Excuse me?”

  She started massaging my legs while she spoke, which was like a reverse happy ending. Felt great though.

  “You’ve been showing me who you are,” she said. “What you did for my sister—what you did for all of us—tells me what I need to know. And I’ve decided I rather like you.”

  “Is that so?”

  Bianca nodded, then moved forward with a suggestive look in her eyes. Her wings began flapping, lifting her up and hovering her directly above me.

  What a face.

  She leaned down, then her whole body lowered an inch until her lips pressed against mine for a few savory seconds.

  “Does that answer your question?” she spoke, slowly.

  Her boldness impressed me. She did that fearlessly.

  “You’re still my maid, but unless you stop me right now, you’re about to be my lover,” I said, taking her by the hips and pulling her down.

  Bianca’s expression showed both nervousness and desire, and then we started kissing. I enjoyed the feeling of her slight build, noting that even for a small girl she still had some respectable breasts under her dress.

  Kaelyra knocked at the bedroom door.

  “Master Wrathful? Archibald is here with your Slugger,” she said from the other side.

  I looked into Bianca’s eyes, she wasn’t going anywhere. Thankfully, I already came from a brilliant blowjob just a few minutes prior so the need for pussy wasn’t quite as urgent.

  “Now? Or later?” she asked. “I still want to do it.”

  “We will,” I said. “Later.”

  Gently rolling her to my side, I wrapped the sheets around my waist and went to the door to open it. Kaelyra stood there in a white negligee that immediately had me getting hard, as if Bianca hadn’t just got done sucking it dry.

  I looked her voluptuous body up and down, taking in everything from her horns to her bare feet, then settled on staring at her eyes—while remaining acutely aware of her tits. Seeing her in her nightwear, she was slightly chubby in all the best ways.

  Bianca had fed her well.

  “Nice dress,” I said.

  “That’s a new one!” Bianca commented as she flew up to the door. “When did you get that?”

  Kaelyra spoke through her teeth while blushing. “Thank you, Bianca. I got it yesterday.”

  “I like it,” I said, doubling down on the compliment.

  She smiled in a coy manner, then looked suspiciously at the two of us.

  “Have I arrived before or after something?” asked Kaelyra.

  “It’s alright,” Bianca said while pecking me on the cheek. “I’ve already finished.”

  “So then…you don’t need—never mind. Archibald is downstairs with that ghastly dwarven device.”

  “Kaelyra…he’s only gone off once. If you’d like a turn—”

  Flames appeared in Kaelyra’s hands as she balled them. “Would you desist, Bianca? I’m wearing this because I’m comfortable, not because I’d hoped to tempt him into having a go with me!”

  “Too bad; it worked,” I quipped.

  Kaelyra’s face instantly changed to a hopeful and gratified face.

  “It did?”

  “Have you seen yourself?”

  “Of course I have! My body is formed from the finest feminine fat! It took me three tries to fit my breasts into this!”

  My dick was now conflicted. I wanted both women but I only had one dick—and a dwarf waiting to give me the coolest weapon I could think of.

  I sighed with a bitter chuckle. “Bianca, would you make some breakfast? And Kaelyra? Nice.”

  I couldn’t resist. To punctuate my compliment, I reached out and pinched her nipple, earning a scandalized expression on her face before I went to the trunk to find some clothes.

  “Ooh! Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo you are a naughty Wrathful!” She voiced.

  Kaelyra turned so red her purple almost vanished, a scandalized expression on her face. I decided to get dressed right there with my back turned, listening to Bianca and Kaelyra bantering back and forth.

  “You got tit-pinched!” Bianca exclaimed. “That’s more than I’ve gotten.”

  “That is a flagrant falsehood, you’ve had him in your mouth!”

  Bianca giggled. “He’s going to put it elsewhere next time.”

  “Elsewhere?”

  “You know…down there?”

  Kaelyra gasped, then I turned around to head out while her mouth hung open.

  “Wear that gown again, and Bianca won’t be the only one,” I said as I walked past her, heading down to the first floor while leaving her speechless.

  Archibald already had the Slugger presented on the dining room table atop a black fabric wrap. It was every bit as beautiful as I’d hoped: an antique big-barreled shotgun with decorative gold accents and an immaculately polished metallic stock.

  Lying next to it was a long broadsword and a basic set of Mindless armor.

  “G’day to ya, Wrathful!” he greeted.

  “Good morning, Archibald,” I said with a curt nod.

  “Everythin’s done although I can’t voice the armor will hold up to your brand of combat.”

  “I’m sure it’ll do fine. I appreciate it.”

  I went to pick up the Slugger, but Archibald held up his hands and urged me not to with a series of panicked waves. “Not so fast, Wrathful! The Slugger needs time to attune. If ya pick it up now it’s liable to blow this whole room up!”

  “How long does it need then?”

  Archibald shrugged. “I’d give it ’til the mornin’ at least. The trip to Camille’s fortress would take a while, even with a fairy carryin’ ya.”

  “Right. So, one more day before I can use it. How’s the reclamation going? Anything useful turn up?”

  “All the time!” Archibald emphasized. “It’ll be weeks before we can sort through it all, though for your purposes, I don’t imagine you’d want what’s down there. Some of those relics are magical, and not of dwarven or human design.”

  “Then who made them?” I asked.

  Archibald’s face went from happy and jovial, to a glaring scowl.

  “Elves.”

  ***

  “So Vaughn is an elf,” I recounted.

  “Aye, but the bastard would be corrupt even if Briggan weren’t backin’ him!”

  “Have you ever met an elf before?”

  “I have! And they’re nothin’ but a bag of foreskins! Ran into a few on my way here as a lad, and they decided to throw their lot in with the Hallowed—claimin’ a bunch of cockswallop about the greater good. They can all get bent with an ogre knob up their skinny booty baubles!”

  “Cockswallop? Don’t you mean codswallop?”

  “I know what I said.”

  I held my hands up in a placating fashion, shrugging along with a chuckle.

  “Alright. And is Camille a vampire elf or vampire something else?”

  “It was before my time, but she was once a human before her corruption.”

  “So then you don’t know much,” I said, sitting across from him at the dining room table with the Slugger between us.

  “Now that you felled the King Tunnelpede, we’re recovering our written records—but one thing we do know is that Merrywood was once a kingdom of its own. And Camille was its princess.”

  “I didn’t see any ruins on the way here,” I noted.

  “That’s because we broke them down and dragged them here to make the village in the mountain! It may also be why she uses her great sight to search this region every night.”

  “Searching for what?”

  Archibald shrugged. “Somethin’ that would give her a victory against Vaughn, perhaps.”

  “Hmm…” I murmured while stroking my chin. “Was she good looking?”

  “Some of the villagers here were alive back then. They say she was the fairest fiery haired lass in all the land. Then she tore the kingdom apart when the Hallowed made her an Anointed. Now, pardon my curiosity but, why this interest in Camille?”

  “I want to know what I’m up against.”

  “It sounds like you’re decidin’ if you want to fight her or fuck her! Ya better get that sorted, brother. I know at least a dozen women interested in havin’ your Wrathful babies if your hangin’ needs a drainin’. Aye?”

  His accusation netted a singular chuckle. “I’ve got a woman or two in mind.”

  Archibald widened his eyes. “Two? I knew that ya had eyes for Kaelyra, and rightfully so, but I could’ve sworn I saw Bianca gettin’ sweet on ya in the tavern.”

  “You did. I want them both.”

  Archibald cackled. “By the cockswell of Kingsley, your taste in women be as breathtakin’ as your taste for battle! I imagine you’re in for quite a treat kickin’ around with those two! Let me know how it goes when you’re done meting out your meat!”

  “You’ll be the only one I tell.”

  Archibald smacked the table repeatedly, bouncing up and down looking like an infant throwing a food tantrum as he cackled loudly.

  “Ahh—hahahahaha! Well, I best be gettin’ ready for tomorrow’s journey.”

  “Get ready? You already gave me the weapons.”

  “Aye, but I’ve got to be packin’ food and supplies. We’ll be needin’ tents and other assorted wares to make the trip convenient for the women.”

  “We?”

  “I’m comin’ with ya! You don’t get to save the whole village without earnin’ a favor or two! I’ll be bringin’ reinforcements—though I imagine you’ll be doin’ most of the killin’—Bianca is a fragile creature. And Kaelyra knows the land better than anyone else, so she’ll be needin’ to go. And both of them will need lookin’ after while you’re busy terrorizin’ Camille’s army.”

  “That’s…a good point. Alright, Archibald. You’re in.”

  “I just said I was! Besides, I want to see what that Slugger does up close. A dwarven weapon bringin’ down the Mindless is somethin’ I may never get another chance to see again.”

  “Then tomorrow, we head for Camille. But I need a favor.”

  “Name it!”

  I lowered my chin as my anticipation heightened. “Don’t get in my way.”

  Chapter 15

  Kaelyra yawned loudly, stretching her arms over her head with scraps of a chicken carcass on it.

  She’d even eaten some of the bones.

  Apparently, fiendlings needed the extra nutrition to keep their horns strong.

  The dinner dress she was wearing accentuated her figure rather nicely. This woman knew what she had and knew how to show it off.

  Bianca snacked on a few shelled seeds, sparing Kaelyra the discomfort of playing host to more under-the-table shenanigans.

  I ate the last of a few cutlets, then relaxed in my chair with my gear set on the opposite side of the table.

  “This trip is gonna be tricky,” I said. “If we get overwhelmed, I want you two gone. Don’t stick around for a big fight.”

  “We will,” said Kaelyra. “But without someone who knows the land, you might be left wandering around in circles again.”

  “Again?”

  Kaelyra shifted in her seat and looked left and right. “That’s what you did: you roamed. Never close to Merrywood but never that far either. I think Vaughn and Camille were feeding you fodder to keep you from venturing into their lands.”

  “And why did you decide to be a scavenger?” I asked.

  Bianca put her hands in her lap and look at Kaelyra, who took a moment to gather herself.

  “Can…can we talk about something else?”

  I didn’t pry. “No problem, Kaelyra.”

  “I’ll clean the table,” Bianca said as she flew up to begin collecting the dishes.

  Opting to change the vibe to something better, I decided to go with my baser instincts.

  “That dress you’re wearing, it looks good on you,” I said. “And did you polish your horns? They’re shiny.”

  Kaelyra lit up. “You noticed? I didn’t think it would matter since you don’t have horns, but I wanted them to look pretty.”

  “They do. I might not be a fiendling, but I can appreciate a fiendling’s beauty,” I said with hard eye contact.

  Her cheeks went from purple to pink before abating, then a hint of confidence returned to her otherwise faint smirk.

  “I find your human features appealing as well. Even the scars.”

  “It makes him feel dangerous, doesn’t it?” Bianca said with a happy wiggle in her chair.

  “He is dangerous!” Kaelyra countered.

  “And yet, you’re getting more comfortable around me,” I observed.

  Kaelyra squinted pensively and tapped her lip with her finger. “Mmm, I wouldn’t say comfortable. Living with the Wrathful is like standing over the mouth of a volcanic peak. The danger is always there, but you can appreciate its foreboding beauty.”

  “And taste its eruption!” Bianca added as she flew out of the kitchen to take our cups.

  “I don’t feel like that metaphor fits with what I’m saying,” Kaelyra argued.

  Bianca didn’t care, she happily hummed to herself on her way back into the kitchen where the sloshing of water signaled her washing things off.

  Kaelyra propped her elbow on the table and leaned her face on her palm, looking at me with suggestively inquisitive eyes. Although she had the look of a woman who wanted to say something, she simply maintained her gaze.

  I was not in the habit of trying to play psychic, and at the risk of being baited, I decided to give her an opening.

  “You want to say something,” I stated.

  “Hmm? Oh no, it’s nothing,” Kaelyra replied, playing coy.

  “Whatever it is, you can say it.”

  “I wouldn’t want to pry.”

  “Pry away,” I said, staring at her with a deadpan expression.

  Kaelyra flattened her hand on the table and instantly went off.

  “Are you really going to bed Bianca?”

  I smiled. “Without hesitation.”

  “But what about her sister?”

  I frowned in confusion. “What about her?”

  “You don’t think that’ll make it just a little complicated?”

  “I’ve never even met her sister, why would it be complicated?”

  Kaelyra’s eyes went from curiosity to shock. “Oh no, you really don’t know? She didn’t tell you?”

  “Let’s assume she didn’t.”

  “Moldy shit biscuits…” Kaelyra whispered before looking at me nervously. “Um…so…it’s difficult to explain this without a bit of…context.”

  I folded my fingers together and calmly placed them on the table. “Continue.”

  Kaelyra took a huffing breath. “Alright. The way the story was told to me—and this isn’t my culture—the Winged King sat in the heavenliness watching over the creatures of the air, but he was lonely.”

  “The Winged King…is he a Hallowed One?”

  “The fairies don’t think of him as such, but perhaps. Well, anyway—he loved the beings of his domain but it was a ground bound creature that caught his eye. A woman.

  “The Winged King came down to court her, and they fell in love. When he started neglecting his duties, the other divinities bade him to return. He couldn’t bear the loss of his love, but staying would have come at too great a cost.”

  I leaned forward, my curiosity overtaking me. “So a god fell in love with a human?”

  “He did,” Kaelyra said with a nod. “Forbidden to stay, but unable to leave, he had to make a choice. So…he gave her beautiful wings capable of taking her anywhere, so that she could come see him. She became the first fairy.”

  With Kaelyra’s story concluded, I leaned back in my chair trying to piece it all together. “Alright. How does Bianca’s sister fit into all this?”

  “You gave her wings, an event so rare it comes with its own promise in fairy culture. She…she’s going to marry you.”

  My eyes widened as I flinched hard enough to make my chair legs creak. “Hold on, marry her?”

  “It’s what the Winged King did.”

  “And how was I supposed to know how fairy customs worked?”

  Kaelyra folded her arms. “Are you saying you won’t marry her? Andraea is a beautiful, wonderful person with breasts even I could appreciate!”

  “She’s Bianca’s sister.”

  “And one of my best friends. If you go through with it, you’ll have to figure this thing out with Bianca. And me.”

  I huffed. “Well, I won’t choose one over the other.”

  “Then what will you do?”

  “The same thing I’m doing with you and Bianca: I’m taking both.”

  Kaelyra looked both appalled and aroused. “The three of us? You intend to live like a king?”

  “After the way I lived before, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  Kaelyra rose to her feet, glaring at me with suspicion. I got up too, squaring up in front of her.

  “And you’re just going to keep any woman you want?” Kaelyra said, her hands on her hips.

  “If she wants to be kept, yes,” I retorted, undeterred from my conviction.

  “Even though you’d be responsible for all of them?”

  “Especially because I’d be responsible.”

  “And you’ll give all of them your love? Can you even love with that undying rage of yours?”

  “I can love. Very angrily.”

  “And all the effort of hot, sweaty, sex with multiple women every night?”

  “Sometimes multiple, sometimes one on one. Got a problem with that?”

 

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