Emmy in Action ch.7

Author's Notes: With the smuggling situation more or less figured out, there yet remains a bit more to do on Ai Fenitra before our heroes finally set forth on the next leg of their journey....

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‭In a moment of crisis, there were often two parties one most wanted to see turn up: guards, and priests. In this specific situation, however, guards could very well have been a death sentence – anyone who’d been a part of the smuggling ring, and saw Jex, would know he’d escaped the sewers, and know he had no love left in his heart for his former fellows. Even if a guard seemed reasonable at first, there was always the chance that they’d simply be waiting for the opportunity to move to a second location, and ‘end this problem’ once and for all. Priests, then, it would have to be.

With Jex and Emeera barely conscious, Vath-Raya’s mind raced with unpleasant options. She could barely move herself after dragging the other two out of the sewer, and there was no way she could carry them any further. So what did she do? Ask for directions? Pretend to be one of the homeless? Between her unfamiliar species and unpleasant demeanor, the wizard seriously doubted she’d be able to garner much sympathy from even the most kind-hearted civilian, especially when she was barely-dressed and smelled like Urril’s deepest, darkest latrine.

“By the Bright One–! My children, what has become of you?” As if by some divine providence, a wizened voice chimed out, and Vath-Raya struggled to turn and look. Standing just a few steps behind her was an old, sun-tanned dwarf, of ordinary height for his kind, though a bit stringy, likely due to his age. He was groomed with diligence but modesty, with hair and beard of silver, flecked through with strands of soot-black, both worn long and free of any braiding or other adornment. Green eyes like little emeralds glittered out from beneath bushy brows, and he wore elegant white robes unfamiliar to the githyanki.

“Need… temple…” the wizard growled, struggling to stand.

“Goodness unto me, should I call the guard?” the dwarf clucked, taking a step forward and laying one hand – despite her brief flinch – on Raya’s shoulder, uncaring of the filth she was encrusted with. From his palm, a warm golden glow began to seep into the githyanki’s body, sealing cuts, lightening bruises, and even reducing the swelling on some of her sprains. The effect was relatively minor, but it was enough for her to fully stand once again, now towering over the old dwarf.

“No… no guards,” the mage said, her tone falling to a hush. “I need to get these two to a temple. They’re badly hurt, especially the man – he may not have much longer without healing.”

“Then I shall tend to him now,” the dwarf nodded, turning to Jex, and dropping to his knees, laying both hands on the half-elf and beginning to utter a quiet prayer.

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The temple of the Bright One was not terribly far away, and with the aid of a few civilian bystanders unable to refuse a call to action by a cleric, the trio received some modest healing and were brought there to recuperate. All three were allowed the opportunity to wash themselves with cloths and basins, though it was no substitute for a real bath, and were given simple white gowns to cover themselves. Once at a stable location, more thorough healing was provided – not quite enough to get the exhausted three back to full strut, but enough that they could take care of themselves, amongst a few aches and pains.

“What do you call yourself, priest?” Vath-Raya said, perched atop a long stone bench before the temple’s main altar. Across from her sat the dwarf himself, overseeing the extended healing of Emeera and Jex by a few of the temple’s lesser clerics.

“Mm? Oh, my name,” the dwarf shot a small smile over to the mage. “I gave my given name up some centuries past, but my clan name is Boldorran, if that’s of any help to you. Most around here call me Father, and that’s good enough for me.”

The githyanki nodded, following Father Boldorran’s resumed gaze back to Emmy, who was getting bandages around what wounds refused to fully heal. “I have little coin to give, dwarf,” she growled, after a moment, “but I’ll see to it that your services are repaid.”

“No need for any of that silliness,” he said softly. “Gold is a pursuit for others. My reward is the servitude itself. Without the temple, you and your friends may not have survived – knowing that we prevented something so tragic, and so untimely, is more valuable than any trinkets coins can buy me.”

The githyanki narrowed her violet eyes, looking around the temple. It wasn’t opulent, but it was certainly impressive, with high ceilings and beautiful frescos, a great deal of smooth white stone and a recurrent symbol of a golden sunburst. Not cheap. “Coin ensures food in mouths, blades in hands. How did you build this place if not for coin?”

“Oh, I didn’t build it,” Boldorran chuckled, “this place has been here since long before me. Maybe before Ai Fenitra. The faithful keep it shining, and we get whatever else we need from the grateful and generous. You…” the dwarf paused, looking back at the alien woman, “seem strangely unfamiliar with the Bright One, considering that he is most followed among the Siblings.”

“In my homeland, we have no room for gods,” Raya deflected, her features hardening. “We have countrymen, conquest, and our eternal queen. We take what we deserve and give nothing in exchange.”

“That sounds terribly lonely,” the dwarf frowned, “well… perhaps time outside your homeland will show you a few things you hadn’t considered before. Charity and empathy may seem weak, but they show great strength. You can have all the allies in the world, but they’ll never replace a real friend.” As if to accentuate his point, Boldorran looked back towards Emeera, guiding Raya’s eyes back towards the monk. With her bandaging nearly done, the young human looked back, flashing a wide smile and offering an optimistic thumbs-up.

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“I’ve been looking everywhere for you two.”

Emmy whirled around at the voice coming from behind her, still dressed in the white gown she’d gotten from the temple, along with a great many bandages. She – along with her wizard companion and the half-elf guard-turned-smuggler, who was now walking with a crutch – had left the Bright One’s hall a mere ten minutes past, making their way laboriously towards the dock where they’d left their equipment.

The voice, of course, belonged to Orchid, the hobgoblin posing with hand on hip as she waited for the three travelers to turn around. “Thought for sure when I heard about a skinny teenager and a mean yellow lady heading towards a temple that there must have been some sort of mistake, but here you are, just a few blocks away. What in the world happened to you? Who’s this guy? And… what on Urril are you three wearing?”

“Good to see you too, Orchid,” Emmy let out a weak chuckle. Most of her wounds had been healed, but the exhaustion from taking so much damage in so little time still had her feeling less than fresh. “We, uhh… well, we found out what happened with the whole smuggling thing, but it got rough. Really could have used you there. Oh, and this is Jex!” the monk gestured to the half-elf, “He’s a smuggler guard who got betrayed by his traitor smuggler guard friends! So we’re hoping he’ll betray the traitor smuggler guards who betrayed him, thus also becoming a traitor smuggler guard, but a good kind.”

“Hi,” Jex said wearily.

“And what we’re wearing,” Vath-Raya added, “is none of your concern.”

“...Right on,” Orchid said, slightly stunned. “Where to now?”

“We gather our things, then we take this lout to a magistrate,” the githyanki said.

“You’re welcome to come with us!” Emmy beamed.

“Sure,” the scoundrel nodded. “I have your gold, by the by. I’ll wait ‘til you get some pockets to hand it over.”

“What did you find in your… investigation?” Vath-Raya asked flatly.

Orchid chuckled, “Oh, nothing. Caught on real quick that there wasn’t a single soul in that building that wouldn’t vouch for anyone else there, a real ‘fraternity’ type of situation. Amazing gangbang though, my ass is still a little sore.”

“Dragon’s breath, how many of them did you fuck?” the wizard hissed.

“Lost track after eight.”

The cache beneath the dock, fortunately, was untouched, and still retained the equipment and clothing that Raya and Emmy had stashed there. While Jex had to stick to his bandages and gown, he was allowed the pleasant distraction of Orchid’s constant flirting, and a chance to rest while the others donned armor and got all their affairs back in proper place. Once her pouch was back at her belt, Orchid counted out a small heap of gold to give to Emeera – likely less than the gems had actually been worth, but a surprisingly honest-seeming amount, enough to stay Vath-Raya’s razor tongue.

“Alright! Definitely gonna wanna take a long bath tonight, and–” Emeera sniffed her robes, then recoiled, “–whew, get these washed too. But we’re good to go for now! Orchid, you know the city better than us, where can we find a magistrate?”

“You think I go around looking for magistrates?” the red-skinned beauty arched a brow. “I’m a criminal down to my marrow, I avoid magistrates at all costs.”

“I’m right here,” Jex sighed. “You know? The guy who served with the city guard for twenty years?”

“Twenty years?” Orchid balked, looking back at the man with a fresh gaze. “You don’t look like you’ve lived twenty years, how old are you?” With a flat, tired expression, Jex pointed to his ears. Short, but pointed all the same. “Ah, right.”

“I know where the Hall of Judgement is, I can get you there. Hey, we couldn’t stop and eat something, could we? Not like I spent several days in a sewer being chased by monsters, or anything.”

“You can eat in whatever holding cell you’re thrown into,” Vath-Raya snarled, but was stayed by Emmy.

“Come on. He’s about to put his neck on the line to make things right. Least we can do is make sure he gets a meal first,” the human said, laying one hand gently on Raya’s shoulder.

After a long, hard glare, the wizard relented. “Fine. Food, then the magistrate – we put this scandal behind us, and continue on to Acrypharia.”

“A-ha!” Orchid smiled broadly, “So that’s where you’re headed. You’ve been so tight-lipped so far, though I thought if either of you ever slipped it would have to be Emmy, here. Looks like we’ll be traveling companions.”

Raya cursed under her breath, but Emmy jumped in quickly. “That’s great! You said you’re stopping by the Vagabond Isles, right? Our ship should take us right past there!”

“What in the Abyss have I done to deserve this?” the gith woman snarled. It looked like she would not be rid of Orchid quite as expeditiously as she’d hoped.

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As the sun was beginning to set behind the forests to the west, the unlikely quartet paid a visit to Zani’s food stall, the exuberant tiefling treating them to a helping of chégara before they inevitably made their way to the Hall of Judgement. The magistrate was an elven woman of incredible age. While her face had not wrinkled, nor her hair silvered, she had become so close to the afterlife –physically close – that she had begun to fade, taking on an ethereal, almost translucent quality.

While a lesser case may have been neglected until morning or an even later date, the high profile of the smuggling ring demanded greater immediacy. Jex’s hearing went deep into evening, nearing night, as the half-elf explained his situation at length, giving lists upon lists of the names of his fellows. Surprisingly, particularly to the less-trusting of the group, he held nothing back, speaking candidly about his own involvement and misdeeds, as if holding the secrets had been a weight on him that he was finally at liberty to lift.

Emeera, Vath-Raya, and Orchid finally returned to the inn, dirty and exhausted, as Ai Fenitra’s few remaining loyal guards were sent in squads – along with fresh deputies and more than a few freebooters – to round up the smugglers and bring them to the city’s jail. The next few days were slow, and, as far as the githyanki was concerned, absolutely infuriating, as bureaucracy took its toll. Trials took place, a few executions were staged, and the port gradually found itself back in working order. Jex himself received a pardon for his role in exposing the operation, under the condition that he leave Ai Fenitra and not return. He neither protested, nor complained; exile was easily preferable to prison.

It was four days in total before the first ship to Acrypharia was finally announced. With clothes and equipment thoroughly cleaned, wounds fully healed, and the city more or less explored, the time had finally come to leave Ai Fenitra behind – and just in time, too. The residents of Blacksands had quickly smelled blood in the water with freshly-deputized guards patrolling the streets, and crime reached an all-time high almost overnight. Leaving was not just a luxury, but a necessity.

Morning finally came, and the trio took their final meal in the Quivering Kettle before heading toward Ai Fenitra’s docks. The place was abuzz with activity; sailors preparing ships for departure, cargo being hauled, and would-be travelers probing for information about which vessels were going where, and when. The ship these three were looking for, though, was the one headed for Roadsmeet, through the Vagabond Isles – a carrack called the Kamadan, a lateen-sailed four-master constructed from cypress. It sported aftcastle, forecastle, and a bowsprit at its high-rounded stern, its sails dyed a bright red and emblazoned with the symbol of a soaring falcon crossed with the blade of a cutlass. Waiting patiently near the vessel as it was loaded, was a familiar face and mop of auburn hair.

“Jex?” Emmy chirped, rushing ahead to the half-elf, who turned to face her with a weary smile. “What are you doing here?”

“Exiled,” he shrugged. “Figured I’d hop the first ship off Korrym. You’re outta here, too?”

The human nodded. “Kinda the whole reason we were looking into the smuggling thing in the first place. We’re headed to Acrypharia.”

“Well, I hear the captain of the Kamadan is a real rough one. Best of luck to both of us, I guess.”

“Seems we’re to be one big happy family for a while,” Orchid let out a husky chuckle as she and Raya approached the others, looking up the gangway for any sign that the ship was near to setting sail. “Not that I mind. It’ll give all of us a little more time to get… acquainted. I haven’t had too much time to play with you, Jexy.”

“That’s… I’m not sure what you mean by ‘play,’ exactly, but I guess I’ll find out soon enough,” Jex said, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“Alright, dogfuckers!” a voice boomed out from the ship as a tall figure emerged from its cabin. “If the Kamadan doesn’t set sail in ten minutes someone loses their skin! We have cargo to haul, idiot wayfarers to ferry about, and I’ve lost what little patience I had! Get boot to deck and get this fucking ship moving!” The captain was a big woman – as tall as Orchid or even taller, sporting rippling muscle under skin of pure alabaster. Her hair, similarly, was pure white, pulled into a long, thick braid that nearly reached her backside. Narrow, blocky tattoos covered nearly every inch of her body, which was mostly exposed, only concealed by blue-and-red striped pants reaching the knee, and a tight-fitting red top that covered her full chest.

“I like her,” Vath-Raya said, with a rare smile.

“Whooooa. Big.” Emmy breathed, finding her throat suddenly quite dry. She tried to swallow, mostly failing, and instead letting out a strangled little sound not entirely unlike the quack of a small duck.

“You the passengers?” the woman barked, heading down the gangway to address the four prospective travelers, along with the small crowd of others that had gathered. Only now did Emeera notice she was barefoot, and the striking lavender shade of her eyes. “Okay, listen up, pig-dicks. I’m Captain Rook, and while you’re on my ship, what I say goes. I don’t care what you think you know about ships, sailing, the sea, or the salt-encrusted hazards it belches forth. You listen to me, we all stay alive.”

“Alive?” Emmy asked aloud. “I didn’t think it was gonna be that dangerous.”

“And that’s why skinny things like you would do better to stay quiet and let the grown-ups handle their own business,” Rook turned her venom on the young human, resting her arm on the hilt of one of her twin sabres. “It will be a long journey. There will be storms, and there will be monsters.”

“Oh, I can punch monsters! Even ghosts! Pretty good at it, too,” Emmy beamed, her positive attitude a notorious challenge to quell – if Vath-Raya hadn’t managed it over the past week, this big white captain-lady wasn’t going to have an easy road ahead of her. “And Raya can throw fireballs! I was like, a little weirded out by those at first, ‘cause it does seem really unsafe, but it recently came in really handy so you may wanna–” The monk’s babbling turned into a muffled groan as the captain slowly reached out, squishing Emmy’s cheeks together between her thumb and fingers, directing that stormy gaze straight into her eyes. Emeera’s cheeks reddened in an instant, not from the contact of those strong hands, but from an immediate flash of fantasy, the blush quickly creeping across the rest of her face. Rook was strong, not strong like Orchid or Vath-Raya, but strong like a giant. Her grip was inescapable, and evoked enticing thoughts of being held or… pinned… by her in a wide variety of other ways. “Mmmrrrrnnhhh…!”

“If anyone even whispers – even thinks – the word ‘fireball’ on my ship, you’re keelhauled,” Rook said icily, “and if I see any ghosts, I’ll let you know.” Letting go of Emeera’s face (and leaving the young human dazed in more ways than one), she finally waved towards the ship, heading back up the gangway. “Alright, everyone on board, and let’s get you sorry lot good and settled! We’ve got a long journey ahead, so I hope you all like sun-dried fish!”

As Emmy hurriedly followed, Vath-Raya allowed herself a coarse, quiet chuckle. Useful as Emmy could be, it was nice to finally see someone else who seemed properly frustrated with the girl’s non-stop antics. Shaking her head, the githyanki followed, along with Orchid, Jex, and about half a dozen other passengers.

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The first day out onto the Vagabond Sea was one of frenzied adaptation. Captain Rook ran a tight ship, and passengers had no time to adjust to the vessel’s accommodations before the Kamadan had already set course. While the crew had hammocks belowdecks, paying passengers were allotted small, singular rooms in the forecastle, offering little more space than barracks but a modicum of privacy nonetheless. Behind the ship’s rear mizzenmast, the aftcastle appeared to house the far larger captain’s quarters, evidenced by Rook’s continuous appearance and disappearance from it. Despite her fierce beauty, she seemed to inspire as much dread as she did respect, and never appeared on deck without barking out orders to one or many of the vessel’s salt-encrusted gallimaufry of a crew. Nonetheless, Emeera never heard even the barest whisper of dissent from them – for whatever reason, they trusted her, something that certainly helped to embolden the young human, for better or worse.

Beyond the adjustment to being on the ship itself, the Kamadan’s passengers had to deal with a very different issue – that of sea-sickness. While Jex had lived near the ocean his entire life, Emmy had grown accustomed to a rumbling wagon, and Orchid was about as worldly as it was possible for a goblinoid to be, one passenger in particular stood out as becoming, almost immediately, desperately ill. The wizard, Vath-Raya, for all her time aboard the astral ships of the githyanki, had never experienced anything quite like the chaotic roll and crash of ocean waves, made it close to an hour before emptying her guts over the carrack’s railing. Hours of dry-heaving passed afterward, followed by the gith woman laying on her back in her tiny cabin, sipping watered-down rum and eating stale crackers just to stay hydrated, always inevitably vomiting again. This was not going to be an enjoyable trip for her, it seemed… for however many weeks or months it continued.

Jex, largely copperless after being abandoned in the sewers, nearly killed, set ablaze, and eventually exiled, was paying his fare by laboring as a crewmate – an unskilled crewmate, but a crewmate nonetheless, one that was willing to keep his head down and perform menial tasks without much question. While he wasn’t especially rude, nor was he terribly friendly to Emmy and the rest, considering what they’d gone through; his attitude moreso seemed to suggest that their presence reminded as starkly of his current situation as the rolling waves did.

As the first day grew to a close and Emmy finally began to gather her sea-legs, the young monk finally made her way to her cabin, fumbling about in the dark before finally finding the little enchanted crystal each room had been provided with – they activated with the tap of a finger and emitted a soft, pale glow, not enough to read by, but plenty to navigate the small space. Casual use of things like oil lamps had been strictly forbidden aboard the vessel for fear of fires, so the minor magical knickknacks provided safe replacements.

The inside of the cabin was… more than a little cramped. There was space enough for a small bed, then another four feet or so of room alongside it to perform basic tasks like getting dressed or performing simple exercises. Only a tiny bit more space reached between the foot of the bed and the door, cementing the idea that this was a room for sleeping and very little else. Letting out a sigh, Emmy set the Tranquilizer down beside her bed, then began to unwind the sashes holding her robes together, stripping for what she could only assume was going to be a terribly restless night of sleep. While the ocean had thus far remained calm, and the monk had managed to steel herself against its unpredictable rocking, she was nonetheless unused to this dark, tiny room, in this huge, creaking wooden beast, out on an infinity of water. She was in very new territory.

Neatly folding her clothes in a little bundle and setting them atop her pack, the now-nude human hopped onto the bed, feeling it creak wearily beneath even her rather light weight. “Not bad, I guess,” she murmured, squishing and bouncing on it, thick padding overlaying flimsy metal springs for what sheepishly promised a mediocre sleeping experience.

“Mm, I’m say you’re better than that, dearheart.”

Emeera let out a squeak, whirling around to see the silhouette of Orchid, the door somehow already closed behind her. How Emmy hadn’t heard her was a question that both shocked and worried her, but more pressing was why the hobgoblin was in her room at all. Flushing a bright pink, she awkwardly tried to cover her chest with one arm. “Orchid! Gosh, um, I’m sorry, I think you’re in the wrong room, did they accidentally give you the wrong–”

“Funny, I don’t think I’m in the wrong room at all.” Orchid let slip the clasp of her top, letting it drop to the cabin floor, and took a step forward – slow, yet aggressive, somehow inevitable. She undid her belt, pulling free of loose-fit pants to reveal nothing beneath… nothing but the quickly-rising, impressively thick, brick-red girldick that Emmy had been acquainted with multiple times in the past. “I’m right where I mean to be.”

“I… I m-mean, you can’t – or you shouldn’t – a-ah I’m sure the captain wouldn’t–”

“The captain wouldn’t what, love?” Orchid chuckled, “With the way you were mooning over her earlier, I’d imagine her finding us in here would be the ideal outcome for you.” She licked her lips a moment, as if distracted by a thought, but focused up an instant later, settling her predatory gaze back onto the naked young monk.

Emmy swallowed hard. Orchid wasn’t necessarily wrong, but it was a little embarrassing to have been so obvious, nonetheless. “Th-that’s, um– I mean– well–” she babbled on, but now, there was a distraction looming much more imminently in the form of a very nude, very hard, very close hobgoblin.

“Shhh.” Orchid whispered. The time for protest had ended. Orchid knew it, and though she would never admit it outright, Emeera knew it too – her heart was already beginning to race with excitement for what she knew was to come. The scoundrel crawled onto the bed, seizing the young human’s lips in a long, possessive kiss while strong, deft hands drew the girl closer. There was nobody to perform for besides herself, here, and there was no avoiding the radiating heat of Orchid’s fit, curvaceous figure.

Emmy let out a soft whimper, fingers and toes curling in as Orchid kissed at her throat, small fangs grazing along delicate skin before the rogue drifted lower, tongue swirling in slow, sensuous circles around one of the human girl’s nipples. Deft fingertips trailed up and down along Emeera’s ribs, down to her hips, giving them a gentle squeeze – a reminder of who was in charge, just enough to give Emmy a little bit of thrill, but not tight enough to elicit any pain. “Nnnh…” Emmy whined under her breath, taking a handful of the hobgoblin’s thick onyx hair.

“Such a sweet, soft thing,” Orchid purred, tenderly kissing the other nipple before descending even farther along the bed, leaving a trail of kisses down Emmy’s flat belly as she slowly, forcefully spread the girl’s legs. Finally scooting down fully and planting her knees on the floor, Orchid’s face was brought in line with Emmy’s virginal womanhood, kissing just above it, then flicking her tongue gently just beside it. “I haven’t played with this, yet,” she said teasingly, her voice husky, and lapped her tongue along the inside of the monk’s thigh, “...and I don’t plan to, now. I know what you want, you little slut.”

“I’m– I’m not a sl–” Emmy was silenced as Orchid’s hand reached up to clasp over her mouth. The hobgoblin pulled up slightly, giving one of the human’s nipples a light bite – a warning, just enough to make Emmy squirm.

“Is that right, dearheart?” the rogue purred, letting her hand drift away from Emmy’s mouth as she descended once again between the human’s spread legs. She didn’t follow through on the question and clearly wasn’t interested in an answer, gently lifting her backside and bringing her tongue to the tense, sensitive pucker of Emeera’s asshole. She graced it first with just a light flick, then a firmer one, coating the little hole with her saliva, relishing every one of the monk’s little shudders and wiggles. “Mmnn….”

Emmy bit down hard on her lower lip, keeping one hand entangled in Orchid’s hair. Gods, the pleasure was so intense, and it was exciting to get to have some fun without Raya nearby to judge her. Her typical resistance often ensured that the young human didn’t receive this sort of treatment, but the sensation of Orchid’s tongue lapping, teasing, prodding at her quivering anus had her clutching hard at the bedsheets, legs curling instinctively around the hobgoblin. “Hahh… nfffh…” she whined, little twitches and spasms rippling up and down her uncovered form, but her resistance was, as always, purely aesthetic – something Orchid understood quite fully, by this point. The fact that she played along so well was merely frosting on the proverbial almond-tart.

The scoundrel gave herself a generous amount of time to simply enjoy the human girl, teasing and licking at her, pushing the tip of her tongue against that snug entrance. She knew it was unlikely that Emmy would beg to be fucked, but she’d know in her heart that the little monk was craving it – and after several minutes of long, tormenting laps, spirals, and insistent probing, it was certain. Emmy’s whimpers and moans had become, if possible, even less coherent, her fidgeting having transformed into a full-body writhe, like a beheaded serpent in its death throes.

With a wolfish grin, Orchid pulled up once again, pinning one hand against Emmy’s shoulder while the other clasped tightly over the girl’s mouth. Emeera’s breath caught in her chest as she felt the tip of the hobgoblin’s throbbing girlcock press against her tight, wet opening, a blissful shudder blooming out from her core to her fingertips as she felt it push inside. Eyes rolled back for a long moment, her wail of pleasure muffled against Orchid’s palm as she was pinned and, finally, fucked.

Emmy’s thoughts clouded as she drank in the sensation, waves of excitement rushing through her each time that thick shaft would push into her, filling her with that throbbing heat. Her hands found Orchid’s back, clawing up along that reddish skin and throwing her head back, messy blonde hair splaying across the makeshift duck-feather pillow, letting out another hoarse moan that was blocked by Orchid’s hand. In and out, in and out, deeper and deeper each time, until she finally felt the hobgoblin’s hips meet the perky bubble of her backside and bounce off. She could feel Orchid’s full, soft breasts press and slide against her own nearly-flat ones with each forward thrust, dwarfing her petite curves. Nipples jousted with one another as the increasingly ubiquitous sheen of sweat between them lubricated the perpetual skirmish between Orchid’s deep red buds and Emmy’s stiff, sensitive pink ones.

“Mmph! Mmn!” Emmy gasped, eyelashes fluttering as Orchid stuffed her faster and harder. She could feel her anal muscles contract and squirm, rolling up and down along Orchid’s pumping shaft as the monk was forced to climax, toes curling and back arching, though she went completely silent as she rode out the explosion of orgasm. Only moments later, as if she’d been holding on for some time, Orchid released her own hot, sticky artillery strike of creamy spunk, shooting jet after jet of the stuff straight up Emmy’s ass when she’d once again reached its deepest point. “HhmmnPHHmmn–!”

The two were frozen in place for a long moment, before Emmy finally relaxed against the bed, and Orchid, too, softened. Rather than slumping forward or sideways, though, the hobgoblin sat up, catching her breath and withdrawing her glistening girlcock from the young human’s backdoor, wiping it off on the girl’s inner thigh before getting off the bed completely, standing up. “Mm, there’s my good girl. Glad we finally got some time away from your little girlfriend.” Grinning, she began to pull her pants on, leaving Emmy splayed on the bed, naked and wet with sweat. “I’d best be back to my room – rest well, dearheart. Maybe next time we’ll give that pretty mouth a try, yes?”

“Gods, ye– erm, I-I mean–”

Orchid rolled her eyes at the nearly-forgotten lip service, flashing a fanged smirk as she finished dressing and left the cabin. Emmy sprawled back on the bed, panting softly and cooling off, giving her mind some time to race before sleep ultimately claimed her. Her thoughts returned to Orchid’s teasing regarding Captain Rook – had she really been so obvious? When the captain had grabbed hold of her, her legs had gone weak in an instant, but she was usually better at hiding those sorts of feelings… at least, so she had assumed.

Chewing at her lower lip, Emeera rolled onto her side and dragged the blanket over her naked body, using her training in the Edisseion to try to silence her mind. Predictably, it didn’t work. It was her physical satisfaction and the crashing of the waves, not her spiritual oneness, that eventually led the monk on the long path towards a deep, peaceful slumber.

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