Daughter of Wreath, ch.7

Author's Note: More Wreath! What's Nowa spending her time doing while she's injured...?

[story] [fu/fu/fu] [oral] [anal] [light D/s] [bondage, kind of?] [first time]

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There’s something to be said for mandatory rest. For months, I’ve been making my way eastward across Paraven in search of my mother, picking up two strange companions along the way, and finally learning her ultimate destination – the Shrine of the Second, something I know next to nothing about, somewhere hidden away in the goblin city of Tague. On this journey I’ve fought a Grazzoth, a priestess of the Hunger, and a giant golem, and somehow I’ve managed to survive. Not bad for… y’know, a girl with a knife. I’ve stood up against creatures my mother used to read to me about, things I barely even believed existed, and somehow came out on top. A lot of credit goes to Vexa and Gelyn, of course – I’d be passed on to the realm of Sast weeks ago if not for them – and a great deal goes to my strange power, a power I don’t understand and can barely control.

Against all odds, we’re finally in Tague, safe from the Order of the Holy Vessel and the hazards of the road. The goblin city was my final hard lead, the last thing I could act upon without needing to stop and think, and every part of me screams that we need to get out into the streets and start searching for the shrine, searching for my mom. Unfortunately, my body doesn’t agree.

When you weigh barely seven stone, and take a full-force hit from a magically-animated steel colossus, you’re lucky if you survive at all. If you do, you certainly don’t get up and go back to adventuring. So, for the moment, our little ‘quest’ needs to go on hiatus while I (and to a lesser extent, Gelyn) recover from the injuries we sustained in that weird golem-crypt.

It’s been three days now that we’ve spent at the Ticklish Eel, a comfy and accommodating inn located in Tague’s Nickel Boulevard, and while my shokari friend has mostly recovered from her own injuries, I’m barely able to get up and relieve myself without assistance – most of my time here has been spent in bed, wrapped in bandages, sipping wine for the pain and being fed by Gelyn. Only Vexa’s spent much time outside the inn, though the witch’s reclusive nature has assured that she, too, not wander far away without companionship.

“I’m serious, bigstuff, magic isn’t as fun as people act like it is,” Vexabeth sighs from the bed opposite mine. She’s still extremely naked – something that’s persisted throughout our time at the Ticklish Eel, and something I’ve yet to grow tired of – and sipping from a bottle of red wine that looks to be near empty. “By the time you’ve learned how to do it, and dealt with all the fuckhats that teach it, you’re old and tired and have barely any lifespan left to actually use it. There’s a reason most magic-users are stuffy upper-crust elves.”

“I don’t have to cast any big spells or anything!” Gelyn pouts, sitting up in the bathtub with a noisy sploosh of water. With my bandages and bedsheet, I’m officially wearing the most clothing of anyone in the room. “I can just, like… use magic to make myself stronger! And when I hit people it’ll like, explode, or… something.”

“Not sure any of that is actually possible,” the elf retorts, though with a musing tone that suggests it may be worth looking into, “and if it was, I certainly couldn’t teach you how. And, again, using magic kills you, I feel like I made that pretty clear.”

“Yeah,” the shokari sighs softly. “Would’ve been cool, though.”

Taking another swig from her bottle, Vexa gets up off the bed and saunters over to where Gelyn’s soaking her impressively muscled figure, perching on the edge of the tub and reaching over to gently trace her fingertips along the lines and slopes of Gelyn’s powerful arms. “Listen, bigstuff, you’re too young, too cute, and too damn strong to be having feels of inadequacy. Leave the life-sapping spell-slinging to me, you keep on hitting things with that big-ass, um… that big-ass whatever-you-call it. Ax-ball? Blade… mace…?”

“Mace-ax!” Gelyn beams, “You got really close!”

“Yeah, that. Keep on hitting stuff with that. I’d hate to see your life shortened by spellcasting.”

The shokari frowns for a moment, but then lets out a resigned breath. “Yeah, you’re right. I do the smashing, you do the spell-stuff, and Nowa does….”

“Whatever she feels like, I guess,” Vexa shrugs. “It’s seemed to work out for the most part.”

I let out a quiet chuckle, followed by a groan as a twinge of pain races up my side. “Wish it had worked out a little less painfully, honestly,” I offer a weak smile, sitting up a little more and planting my back against the wall behind me, the sheet falling down around my bandaged shoulder and exposing one tiny breast.

“Mm, you certainly didn’t make it out unscathed, did you, bug?” Vexa says – or more thinks aloud – then gets up off the edge of the bathtub and makes her way over to me, crawling up onto the bed. “But I think I have some ideas of what might make you feel better….” The elf’s single metal fang extends over her lower lip and bites it gently as she slowly peels the bedsheet down my body and entirely off of me, revealing my naked body. The worst of my bruising is covered by bandages, but I still feel like I must look terribly weak and pallid, too much bedrest (however necessary) leaving me frail. As her fingertips caress down my belly, though, the witch’s yellow-eyed gaze wanders down between my thighs, to my rather immodest member, having swollen to half-stiffness from watching Vexa caressing a likewise-nude Gelyn in the bathtub.

“Gently…” I whisper, swallowing hard when it becomes clear that Vexa plans to violate me in some way. A little fun I might be up for, so long as I don’t have to… well, move too much.

“Oh, that’s all you have to say? Gently?” Vexa smirks, teasing the tip of one finger up along my shaft, but not pursuing that just yet. Instead, she leans close and plants her lips between my breasts, kissing the soft skin tenderly as her fingers slide casually up and down my thighs, barely making contact. I shudder, bite back a whimper, the subtle, teasing pleasures going far to ease the pain of my partially-healed injuries.

“Just don’t want you to… get your hopes up, heh…” I groan, shifting a little to sit up even more, slightly spreading my legs, letting the elf continue her playful touching and teasing. She kisses between my breasts again, then across one, her lips finding their way to my nipple and smooching it, then letting her tongue slowly swirl around it, causing the sensitive flesh to stiffen and tighten. “Ahhh… nnh…” I hiss, lashes fluttering as she takes the hardened bud into her mouth, suckling it affectionately. What’s gotten into Vexa that she’s suddenly so aggressive, I wonder? She’s always been forward, but this seems a little abrupt – maybe she’s simply deciding to act on feelings that have been bubbling within her for a while? None of the three of us have been ‘intimate’ since what happened in the grotto, but casual nudity has been a reliable constant during our stay in the Ticklish Eel. Perhaps her impure thoughts are just getting the better of her?

“Uhh… don’t mind me,” Gelyn murmurs shyly from the bathtub, though I can see the tip of her impressive cock cresting up over the surface of the water, visible over the rim of the tub from where I’m laying. “Or, actually, Vexa, if you could move to the right just a little bit, I think that’d be – yeah, there we go.”

I stifle a chuckle as Vexa shifts over to my side, continuing to tempt and caress, tongue slithering around and around my nipple. Her eyes never leave my face, and it’s becoming clear that her reward for this is my reaction… or perhaps the kinky thrill she gets from violating me when I’m not able to meaningfully participate. “No more squirming, bug; we don’t want you hurting yourself,” she coos in a raspy sing-song, dragging her tongue up along my breast, across my collarbone, to my shoulder, then neck, dotting more and more feather-light kisses across my tan skin, nibbling at the tender flesh of my throat. One hand makes its way to my other breast, teasing the nipple between the tips of her thumb and forefinger, while her other hand makes its way back between my thighs – not touching my dick, but taking gentle hold of my sack, massaging the smooth pouch with her palm. Her grip is very cautious at first, but grows more firm until I tense beneath her, then softens once more. “You’re cute like this.”

“Like… what…?” I murmur back. ‘Immobile’ is the obvious answer, but I’d still like to hear it from her, in case the actual answer is something really concerning like ‘seriously injured’.

“Helpless,” she grins, continuing to nuzzle up my neck, gently biting my earlobe, then twiddling it back and forth with the tip of her tongue, continuing to cradle and massage my balls as she does. I’m completely hard, now, all these small, enticing pleasures making my body eager for something it doesn’t have the strength to follow through on. In a sense, I’m helpless in two ways – unable to meaningfully get up and leave (not that I would have any desire to), and dependent on Vexa to bring me the pleasure she’s so sweetly promised, to bring me over the edge when I can’t really do it myself. “It’s cute.”

I wince, bite back a moan, my eyes lingering on hers as she watches me. She kisses along my ear, to my cheek, and for a moment, I think she’s about to lean in and kiss me. I take in a slow breath, eyes half-lidding as I prepare for her to come in, and the distance between our lips closes – but, perhaps she’s forgotten herself. Only a moment before our lips meet, she pulls away, her movements decisive but not abrupt… whatever criteria I have to meet before she considers me worthy of kissing, I’ve not met quite yet, it would seem. Instead, she kisses down my body again, giving my small breast a lustful squeeze before tenderly biting my nipple, then kissing slowly down my belly, descending toward what I assume will be the ‘main course’ of her impromptu full-body Nowa buffet.

The elf slides her hand up from my balls, to the throbbing length of my girldick, gently grasping it as she brings her lips to my sack now, kissing, then softly sucking at one end of it, letting out a contented moan as she does. A little shiver of uncertainty and fear ripples through me when I feel her metal fang against what is potentially the most delicate part of my body, but she seems quite aware of it, never accidentally grazing or scraping it against my skin as she uses her lips on my breed-berries. “Oh, fuck…” I pant, making fists in the bedsheets as my pleasure mounts, her hand stroking my cock only slowly, but at least it’s something. “Vexa, your mouth….”

“Hey, uh,” Gelyn says awkwardly from the bathtub, “I know you two are having a moment and everything, but I hope you don’t mind if I, uh… ‘enjoy’ it a bit more… uhh, actively…?” the frisky shokari gets completely out of the tub, her grayish cheeks flushed with a purplish tinge, her massive girldick ragingly hard and almost frighteningly large, something I’m genuinely unsure I could get inside me without a lot of time, lubricant, and complaint, if indeed I was up for getting anything put inside me right at this very moment. It seems that she’s only referring to pleasuring herself, though, as the circus strongwoman brings one hand to her impressive rod, stroking it slowly back and forth as she watches Vexabeth suck my balls.

“Hey, feel free to do whatever you… nngh, w-want… I don’t… m-mind an audience…” I wince and moan aloud, letting my eyes slip shut completely as Vexa kisses down my balls, to the space between them and my back entrance, gently lifting my leg up so she can tease her tongue along my ‘rear gate’ and sending a shiver of delight through me. I call on what little strength I have to pull both legs up against me, knees up and feet planted on the bed on either side of the elf’s head, giving her somewhat better access to my backside if that is, indeed, her target.

While the Birch Witch doesn’t offer a direct response to Gelyn (her mouth is rather occupied for that), she does provide a different sort of reply, or rather encouragement – as she dips down to gently swirl her tongue around the rim of my asshole, she also shifts back, resting her arms on the bed in front of me, while planting her feet firmly on the floor beside it, her long, pale legs straightened and slightly spread, her own petite backside enticingly lifted. While one hand continues to lazily caress along my own dick, the other reaches back to spread her ass, silently offering it to the shokari… who seems at once surprised and overjoyed by the casual anal proposal. She’s had her eye on both of our backsides over the past week, ever since that evening in the grotto, and I’m not surprised that she’s covetous of the witch’s now.

“Oh, well… hey, if you don’t mind…” Gelyn licks her lips, drawing closer and laying one hand on Vexa’s waist, the other hand at the base of her cock to guide its toward its destination, and for a moment, I swear I can see her shaking with nervousness. She prods the end of her member against Vexabeth’s backside, slowly pressing, wincing as the narrow hole struggles to accept the impressive pillar of flesh. She prods again, then again, and I see her start to lose confidence – then, closer to me, I see a flash of annoyance in the elf’s yellow eyes.

Despite still squirming under the intense pleasure of Vexa’s tongue and hand, I decide to intervene, and provide a voice for the necromancer while her mouth is occupied elsewhere. “You’re doing great, Gelyn,” I say softly, trying to keep my breathing even, “push a little harder, her ass is really tight even for me, and… nngh… y-you’re a lot bigger than I am.”

“Oh– oh, yeah, okay, alright,” she says, flashing a sheepish smile. I can still barely believe that someone as beautiful and adorable as Gelyn is a virgin, and I confess some secondhand excitement that she’s finally getting a chance to slide that beast of hers inside of Vexa – the elf should be as accommodating as she is rewarding, and in my experience with her, Gelyn shouldn’t need to worry about accidentally getting too rough. “Okay, uh, here we go, just… let me know if anything’s… not right…” Gelyn inhales deeply and pushes forward again, this time a bit more forcefully, not backing away after the first sign of resistance.

I hear a groan from Vexa, her concentration breaking, and for a moment she just has her face squished against my inner thigh, lashes fluttering as she tries to relax her backside enough for Gelyn to slip inside. After a moment, she lets out a prolonged, snarled groan, and I watch as inch after inch of the shokari’s shaft disappears inside of her, sliding deeper and deeper with every second. Gelyn herself gasps with joy before letting out a ragged, crooning breath, her entire muscular body arching and shivering as she buries herself deep into the elf’s upturned backside. Meanwhile, Vexa looks like the cat that ate the moorfinch, her eyes halfway rolled back in her skull, but a lazy, almost crazed smile spreading across her face that tells me everything I need to know – that having Gelyn inside of her is everything she’d hoped it would be. Suddenly I find myself more eager than ever to recover from my injuries, because I’d give anything to feel what she’s feeling right now.

Fortunately, I have a pleasure of my own to focus on. While Vexa needs a moment to groan and whimper, she eventually remembers her position trapped between the two of us, and sets her mind back to finishing what she started. She drags her tongue up along my own sensitive backdoor, back up my sack, then finally along the length of my aching girldick, lapping all the way across it up to the tip, then wrapping her lips around that, a soft moan echoing around it. “Nnnh… w-watch the… big metal tooth…” I mutter, still a little anxious about that thing being so close to my cock – I feel the cool bump of steel, on occasion, but never a prick – though I’m soon too overtaken by the sensation of her mouth engulfing me that it’s hard to think about anything else. She smoothly, easily takes me down her throat as if with no challenge at all, bobbing up and down on me while she takes Gelyn just as deeply into her ass from behind, now properly bookended by the two of us.

“Should I… go faster…?” Gelyn says, somehow still uncertain of herself despite the beastly sounds her cock is coaxing out of Vexa, and I take it upon myself to offer her to shallow nod of approval she needs. “Right… okay, here I go!” she sucks in a deep breath, both hands on the elf’s hips now, and draws back, then thrusts back in, finally starting to take on a deep, steady rhythm of pumping her hips back and forth, stuffing her throbbing gray rod straight into Vexa’s warm, needy little hole. “Guh! So good! I don’t wanna stop!”

“Nobody asked you to,” I chuckle weakly, lifting one arm to reach for the elf’s lank mop of onyx hair, but a twinge of pain racing through my shoulder encourages me to drop it again. I guess I’m fine not participating actively – Vexa doesn’t even want me too, after all – so I try to simply relax and enjoy the profound pulses of pleasure spreading throughout my body. My role as an observer only makes things more entertaining, always giving me something to focus on when I feel listless. And Gelyn is nothing if not entertaining, even if not the thrusting of her muscular frame alone, stuffing her massive cock so deep and hard into Vexa’s ass, full breasts jiggling pleasantly from the effort. I also gain no small amount of delight in her expression, one of wonderment and confusion, nerves giving way to pure joy as she relishes the sensation of the elf’s snug, slick tunnel around her massive dick. She’s just fun to watch, a natural performer going through emotion after emotion while using her incredible body in ways it was built for, but had never been used for before.

Then, my eye is always drawn down Gelyn’s belly, to Vexa’s backside and the pale, sinuous expanse of her bare back, up to her darkly beautiful face, her mouth and throat filled to the brim with my throbbing cock as she bobs up and down on it again and again, more eager than ever now that she’s also been driven to madness by the sensation of our shokari friend inside of her. Each time she takes me into her mouth it’s as deep as she can go, seemingly unthreatened by a gag reflex at all, and I find myself honestly impressed by how expertly, almost effortlessly, she’s able to take Gelyn and I at once. Perhaps more pressingly, though, I can feel myself reaching the edge of climax, one that cannot be denied for much longer before it comes to a peak and erupts down Vexa’s throat. I let out a warning moan, and from the elf’s brief glance back up at me, I can tell that she understands its meaning.

“Ggllrmmn… ggcllllchhh…” Vexa groans, sliding her tongue along the underside of my dick and pressing forward, submerging every inch of my shaft down her throat and then holding position, waiting for me to unload inside of her – and unload I do, merely a moment later. My battered body tenses and my belly strains as I sit halfway up, gasping as the height of pleasure is met by a dull shock of pain, my throbbing cock unleashing everything its pent up in a series of hot, sticky glugs down Vexa’s throat and into her stomach, every drop of it vanishing into the witch’s belly, never to be seen again.

“Ohh, did you do it?!” Gelyn exclaims, and I realize that just as I’ve been watching her, she’s watching me, which only makes sense. I’m too delirious with pleasure to answer, toppling back onto my pillow and panting as I feel my cock slowly slide free of the elf’s gullet like a sword from its sheath, eventually flopping wetly onto my belly when it finally escapes its confinement in its entirety.

“Yeah… hahh… I did it…” I pant, legs straightening out and my entire body going limp, fully satisfied and content to watch Gelyn and Vexa go at it for a little while longer.

“Nice!” the shokari beams.

“You–” Vexa begins, then coughs, catching her breath after being so thoroughly throatfucked, “really have to try this sometime, bug. Her dick is so big, it’s reaching places I didn’t know I had – it’s like scratching an itch you never realized was there.” She pulls up a little, wrapping both arms around my waist and laying her head against my chest, nuzzling into one of my breasts as Gelyn continues to drill her from behind. Once I’m not deafened by the sound of my own pulse, I’m delighted by the sound of the shokari’s hips papping again and again into the elf’s backside, that huge cock squelching deep into the greedy hole it’s come so close to finally satisfying. “I’m… fuck, I’m about to cum…” she groans, and I extend myself just enough to drape my arms around her slim shoulders, comforting her as she gets closer and closer to what promises to be a soul-shaking climax.

I underestimated it. When the witch finally gets off, it’s with a long, screaming wail that can assuredly be heard through the inn walls and genuinely frightens me a bit – reminding me of the old stories of the Kivac, a goat-headed creature with giant eyes and a scrawny body that howls wildly on nights when a virgin has been killed. She writhes, contorts, and quakes, high scream dropping into a low, warbling moan before she finally goes still and slumps forward, gasping for breath, now simply hanging on for dear life as Gelyn continues to fuck her. The shokari’s look of elated bewilderment has now become something more akin to determination as she realizes she’s held out as long as she needs to, and can finally blow a load of her own. “HahhhWHOa, sorry, I’m… I’m almost there… just… a little more…” Gelyn says through clenched teeth, her thrusts now beginning to shake the entire bed I’m laying in.

“She’s… she’s fucking me so hard right now,” Vexa whimpers, looking up at me with eyes that are somehow at once both pleading for mercy and stunned with pleasure, “my ass… she’s destroying my ass… h-how are shokari meant to have two of these…?”

I provide what little comfort I can, gently tightening my hug around her shoulders, and after a moment I feel her stiffen again – this time not with orgasm, but the sensation of having a nonstop volley of hot, thick spurts of shokari spunk pumped into her asshole, causing her flat belly to grow taut with fullness before the last jet of sticky cum finally set sail into her, and Gelyn grew still. “Wheeew… wow…” the shokari sighs, blinking stars from her silvery eyes before backing up, slowly withdrawing her thick shaft from Vexa’s rear and ushering forth a bit of creamy seed that could no longer be contained if uncorked, dribbling unceremoniously down the elf’s balls.

“I… hope that was as good for you as it was for me,” Vexa pants, gathering what strength she needs to crawl up onto the bed and topple beside me, utterly exhausted, and I wind my arms back around her slim body. Bunking with Vexa’s been a blessing and a curse – she feels nice, yes, but she’s so damn cold I need a second blanket.

“Oh I, uh… I feel like it was,” Gelyn blinks a few more times, staggering to the other bed and flopping down onto it, not planning to sleep, but certainly needing the rest. “How, um….”

“Mmh?” Vexa clucks.

“How… sorry, it’s stupid.”

“Spit it out, bigstuff!”

The shokari hems and haws only a moment more, blushing as she finally voices her question. “How often can we… y’know. Do that? Like how long do we have to wait in between?”

I bite back a chortle, which Vexa fails to do, letting loose a brief, melodious cackle. “Oh, I’m gonna have fun with you.”

“That… doesn’t really answer the–” Gelyn attempts, but is interrupted by a loud knock at our room door. “Oh, shit!”

“I’ll get it,” the witch sighs, standing up and walking, entirely naked, to the door. Swinging it open reveals a deeply uncomfortable-looking goblin man in a yellow doublet and a thick puff of sable hair, currently glancing behind him as if waiting for someone else to take his place. “Whatcha want, shorty?”

Startled back to attention, the man looks up at Vexa, then lets out a strangled cough as he realizes her nudity. “Ahh, ehh, euh, well, you see,” he begins, clearing his throat and trying again. “There… was a complaint about noise, ma’am. Something about the ‘howl of a woman tortured,’ and, ahh, ‘shrieks to wake the long-departed,’ were among the reports.”

“Yeah?”

“And, ah… if that could…” he glances past Vexa, into the room, then looks back up at her, “if whoever’s doing that could… stop….”

“Well we’re all done, aren’t we?” the elf scoffs. “Good thing you didn’t make your way up here to bother us any earlier, or you might have interrupted. Don’t wanna think about how you would’ve had to… compensate us.” The threat is decidedly strange, but its mere making is enough to set the goblin back on his heels.

“Ah, yes, right you are, ma’am… won’t happen again.” He turns and begins to leave. In the brief moment I see him before Vexa shuts the door, he seems rather bewildered, uncertain what exactly just happened and, perhaps, why he’d even come up to our room at all.

I let out a soft laugh as the elf returns. “So if you’re confident and acerbic enough, you can get whatever you want, huh?” I leer over at her.

“If what you want’s to be left alone, then yeah, usually,” she flashes a fanged smile back my way, crawling back onto the bed beside me.

Gelyn lays on the other bed, flat on her back, staring up at the partially-warped wood of the ceiling. Aloud, as if entirely to herself, she muses “I really like having sex.” Without waiting for comment, the shokari rolls over on to her side, looking over at Vexa and I with tentative excitement. “Can we have sex again right now? Are you ready?”

Vexa blinks, glances over to me, as I hold back another laugh. “We may have made a terrible mistake,” the elf giggles. “Or an amazing one.”

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“Not sure ya ‘ad to kill ‘em, ‘Allie.” Pinzak grumbled as he scuttled behind the inquisitor’s black-booted feet.

“I didn’t kill him. He simply… failed to survive interrogation. It was a risk he took when he lied to me.” Inquisitor Hall said sternly, continuing to walk forward as the group of soldiers behind them went about cleaning and stowing their bloodied weapons, finally falling into formation to continue onward when they were finished.

“An’, ah… an’ the others? They weren’t fightin’ back, really. Just throwin’ rocks an’ such. Coulda been ignored easy ‘nuff.” The goblin frowned. Something about their dealings at the Picklehammer Brigade didn’t set well with him, despite the fact that he’d done far more brutal things elsewhere. When he had, though, there was an actual fight, and equal exchange of effort. What had happened here hadn’t been a fight, or even a good old-fashioned killing, but… an execution. Not of everyone in the circus – the barker, Toche, had lived, as had the ones who’d fled to their tents right away. But the killing of that man with the tattoos and the mustache, Braull, had riled up several of the other performers. The problem had been dealt with quickly, and with a lot of blood.

“A message must be sent to these people, however unfortunate,” the inquisitor replied, their voice as flat and dutiful as ever. “The Order of the Holy Vessel may be their ally, but it need not be their friend, if they do not comply with just, lawful inquisition. Harboring those who Offend is among the highest crimes… something you, Pinzak, should know by now.”

The wizened goblin let out a sigh, glancing back behind him to make sure the soldiers had found an appropriate marching order and begun following. Looking back up to Hall, he decided to soften his tone before the dark-armored inquisitor found fault with it. “Well, at least we got what we wanted, eh? The brat n’ the elf are ‘eaded eastwise, I’m sure we’ll find ‘em on the road or in a town or some such, and–”

“Need I remind you the Birch Witch knows the Order seeks her. We’ll not find her on the road.” Hall growled, their narrow jaw tightening. “They’ll be in Tague.”