Lynnria made a gagging sound. “Hands of… Please tell me you two aren’t doing what it sounds like you’re doing.”
Arx’s marathon pace halted briefly. I had thought she might tell the girl off, even with the ever encroaching waves of destruction behind us. However, she just took the moment to hum the melody of a vaguely familiar tavern sing-a-long before setting off again—this time to the right.
Then, she stoically tore another hunk from the strip of jerky and set to chewing. It sounded a bit like a dog gnawing at a bone.
“Um, hello?” Lynnria persisted. “Can somebody please talk to me? I’m trying not to freak out back here, and that noise is not helping. Do you even know where you’re going?”
“Kind of,” Arx replied—to the latter question. The horror show currently working its way down her throat was probably the last thing she wanted to talk about.
I could sympathize. And frankly, it was making me a little sick just thinking about it. Actually… more than a little.
“It’s just a simple path-finding trick,” she continued over the sounds of her loud chomping. “At my skill level, it takes a lot of luck to get anything useful out of it, but in a situation like this, it’s plenty. All I have to do is hum a little, think about the lovely package pressed into the small of my back, and then I get a rough idea as to which direction leads away from our immediate death.”
My stomach was beginning to churn rather severely, so I almost missed it. But I was pretty sure Arx had just casually dropped a live grenade back there. She was still fishing, it seemed. But with dynamite.
“Wait. Did you just say…?” Lynnria trailed off as the innuendo registered. “Ha! Yes, I suppose it is lovely, isn’t it.”
Arx stumbled and began trembling with sudden emotion. I badly wanted to forestall whatever explosion was forthcoming—as usual, her timing could not have been worse—but most of my attention had been taken by the rising tide crawling its way up my esophagus. I could feel it burning, pulsing time and again with greater and greater intensity.
It had to be the poison. I might not have actually consumed anything but, as Lynnria had warned, poisons do not always need you to. Holding it in your mouth is more than enough.
The flames continued, yet each pulse brought with it a soothing balm. Burn… coolness. Fire… ice. Like waves. Then the waves began to overtake the fire, driving it back. And replacing it with a different kind of heat.
I gently bit into Arx’s shoulder, just trying to keep my composure. I knew she wanted to shout and rave right then. Even in jest, Lynnria had just displayed an unacceptable level of familiarity with me. But I did not care.
Arx’s presence was becoming… increasingly distracting. The feel of her skin became as silk. Her conflicted breaths, music. Her breasts, softly brushing against my encircling forearm, were near all I could think about.
She trembled again, this time for entirely different reasons. “Ooh~ that’s not fair.”
“What isn’t?” Lynnria asked, oblivious. “Why did you stop? Did you hit a trap?”
Arx growled softly as her back arched, pressing into the very package she had baited Lynnria with. “No. It’s nothing… just… Gha! I—I’m carrying a lot right now.”
“Okay?” Lynnria said while none-too-gently shoving us forward. “So fight through it! Plenty of time for belly-aching when we’re not about to be crushed.”
Arx snapped her teeth together, wracked with indecision. However, reason quickly won out, and she marshaled on. Even so, I could faintly hear her whisper, “Just you wait, little girl. The sweet suffering I shall inflict upon you…”
Sweet suffering? That sounded… good.
“Like that, huh?” she breathed for my ears alone. “Yes… you and I together. We could break her with pleasure. Just like you did to me? At the river? Ah~ What glory.”
I bit down, harder than before. There was so much Lust flowing through me that I was struggling to remember why that might not be such a good idea. I needed to get rid of it. And quickly.
However, when I reached for the ability to pass it to Arx, she gasped, “No! Not yet! I—I’ll go crazy, if you do that. It’s too much! Too much all at once!”
“What? What is?” Lynnria shouted in alarm. “Blast it all! What are you two blabbering about when you should be concentrating on getting us out of this mess?!”
Arx groaned as she stumbled to a halt once more. But instead of answering, she began shakily humming again. For a few moments, she seemed disoriented, but then she backed us up a few steps.
“Here! This way,” she said, confident in her new heading.
“I am getting really tired of being left out of the loop, you two.” Lynnria pressed. “What is going on?”
We did not reply for some seconds, too caught up in our own chemical cocktails for things like explanations. Personally, I was having a hard time thinking of anything save how much I wanted to wrestle them to the ground and enjoy their bodies into oblivion. I could only imagine what Arx was going through, and she still had to keep her mind on leading us out. I was beginning to suspect that little strip of jerky was pretty close to death incarnate.
But before either of us could assemble a reply, there came a distinctive click followed by the short and sharp whistle of a projectile in the air.
“Fucking ‘snails!” Arx snarled as she tore something from her shoulder. Her breathing was starting to sound erratic. “Can’t… I can’t!”
I shook my head, trying to dispel the visions of sweet curves and heaving bodies. “Must…” was all I managed.
But then I felt Lynnria’s knuckles at the back of my neck. “Mercy’s hands! You’re burning up. I told you that jerky was poisoned.”
“We know!” Arx snapped. A feral undertone was beginning to creep into her voice, like a cornered animal. “Now, choke on a c-c… shut up! Unless you can contribute something useful for a change?”
“What am I supposed to—” She cut her own heated reply short as she realized. “Oh, whistling dicks!”
Arx gasped again, but instead of fear, this time it was one of delight, and she began to almost uncontrollably shiver and quake beneath me.
“Sorry,” Lynnria apologized, undoubtedly mistaking the cause of her distress. “I’m such an idiot. I have a luck charm! I think I can tune it to help you miss the traps.”
While Lynnria set to work, Arx’s breathing slowly evened out again. I thought at first that she might have been getting ahead of things, but the little unhinged giggles she kept making were a clear sign things were still getting worse. She could only digest so much Lust at a time, and there was a lot of it in her system.
I was just glad I was no empath. I had plenty of my own to deal with already. But then I remembered that she was… and she knew exactly how much I wanted to explore every inch of her body. Just standing there doing nothing had to have been killing her.
“Done,” Lynnria announced. “Are you alright? Can you move?”
“Oh, yes…” she breathed, slow and seductive. The feral animal had succumbed. And presented its backside.
Something divine wafted beneath my nose. Blackberries…? It was hard to be sure. But I wanted it. I wanted it badly.
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Lynnria made a gagging sound. “Hands of… Please tell me you two aren’t doing what it sounds like you’re doing.”
Arx’s marathon pace halted briefly. I had thought she might tell the girl off, even with the ever encroaching waves of destruction behind us. However, she just took the moment to hum the melody of a vaguely familiar tavern sing-a-long before setting off again—this time to the right.
Then, she stoically tore another hunk from the strip of jerky and set to chewing. It sounded a bit like a dog gnawing at a bone.
“Um, hello?” Lynnria persisted. “Can somebody please talk to me? I’m trying not to freak out back here, and that noise is not helping. Do you even know where you’re going?”
“Kind of,” Arx replied—to the latter question. The horror show currently working its way down her throat was probably the last thing she wanted to talk about.
I could sympathize. And frankly, it was making me a little sick just thinking about it. Actually… more than a little.
“It’s just a simple path-finding trick,” she continued over the sounds of her loud chomping. “At my skill level, it takes a lot of luck to get anything useful out of it, but in a situation like this, it’s plenty. All I have to do is hum a little, think about the lovely package pressed into the small of my back, and then I get a rough idea as to which direction leads away from our immediate death.”
My stomach was beginning to churn rather severely, so I almost missed it. But I was pretty sure Arx had just casually dropped a live grenade back there. She was still fishing, it seemed. But with dynamite.
“Wait. Did you just say…?” Lynnria trailed off as the innuendo registered. “Ha! Yes, I suppose it is lovely, isn’t it.”
Arx stumbled and began trembling with sudden emotion. I badly wanted to forestall whatever explosion was forthcoming—as usual, her timing could not have been worse—but most of my attention had been taken by the rising tide crawling its way up my esophagus. I could feel it burning, pulsing time and again with greater and greater intensity.
It had to be the poison. I might not have actually consumed anything but, as Lynnria had warned, poisons do not always need you to. Holding it in your mouth is more than enough.
The flames continued, yet each pulse brought with it a soothing balm. Burn… coolness. Fire… ice. Like waves. Then the waves began to overtake the fire, driving it back. And replacing it with a different kind of heat.
I gently bit into Arx’s shoulder, just trying to keep my composure. I knew she wanted to shout and rave right then. Even in jest, Lynnria had just displayed an unacceptable level of familiarity with me. But I did not care.
Arx’s presence was becoming… increasingly distracting. The feel of her skin became as silk. Her conflicted breaths, music. Her breasts, softly brushing against my encircling forearm, were near all I could think about.
She trembled again, this time for entirely different reasons. “Ooh~ that’s not fair.”
“What isn’t?” Lynnria asked, oblivious. “Why did you stop? Did you hit a trap?”
Arx growled softly as her back arched, pressing into the very package she had baited Lynnria with. “No. It’s nothing… just… Gha! I—I’m carrying a lot right now.”
“Okay?” Lynnria said while none-too-gently shoving us forward. “So fight through it! Plenty of time for belly-aching when we’re not about to be crushed.”
Arx snapped her teeth together, wracked with indecision. However, reason quickly won out, and she marshaled on. Even so, I could faintly hear her whisper, “Just you wait, little girl. The sweet suffering I shall inflict upon you…”
Sweet suffering? That sounded… good.
“Like that, huh?” she breathed for my ears alone. “Yes… you and I together. We could break her with pleasure. Just like you did to me? At the river? Ah~ What glory.”
I bit down, harder than before. There was so much Lust flowing through me that I was struggling to remember why that might not be such a good idea. I needed to get rid of it. And quickly.
However, when I reached for the ability to pass it to Arx, she gasped, “No! Not yet! I—I’ll go crazy, if you do that. It’s too much! Too much all at once!”
“What? What is?” Lynnria shouted in alarm. “Blast it all! What are you two blabbering about when you should be concentrating on getting us out of this mess?!”
Arx groaned as she stumbled to a halt once more. But instead of answering, she began shakily humming again. For a few moments, she seemed disoriented, but then she backed us up a few steps.
“Here! This way,” she said, confident in her new heading.
“I am getting really tired of being left out of the loop, you two.” Lynnria pressed. “What is going on?”
We did not reply for some seconds, too caught up in our own chemical cocktails for things like explanations. Personally, I was having a hard time thinking of anything save how much I wanted to wrestle them to the ground and enjoy their bodies into oblivion. I could only imagine what Arx was going through, and she still had to keep her mind on leading us out. I was beginning to suspect that little strip of jerky was pretty close to death incarnate.
But before either of us could assemble a reply, there came a distinctive click followed by the short and sharp whistle of a projectile in the air.
“Fucking ‘snails!” Arx snarled as she tore something from her shoulder. Her breathing was starting to sound erratic. “Can’t… I can’t!”
I shook my head, trying to dispel the visions of sweet curves and heaving bodies. “Must…” was all I managed.
But then I felt Lynnria’s knuckles at the back of my neck. “Mercy’s hands! You’re burning up. I told you that jerky was poisoned.”
“We know!” Arx snapped. A feral undertone was beginning to creep into her voice, like a cornered animal. “Now, choke on a c-c… shut up! Unless you can contribute something useful for a change?”
“What am I supposed to—” She cut her own heated reply short as she realized. “Oh, whistling dicks!”
Arx gasped again, but instead of fear, this time it was one of delight, and she began to almost uncontrollably shiver and quake beneath me.
“Sorry,” Lynnria apologized, undoubtedly mistaking the cause of her distress. “I’m such an idiot. I have a luck charm! I think I can tune it to help you miss the traps.”
While Lynnria set to work, Arx’s breathing slowly evened out again. I thought at first that she might have been getting ahead of things, but the little unhinged giggles she kept making were a clear sign things were still getting worse. She could only digest so much Lust at a time, and there was a lot of it in her system.
I was just glad I was no empath. I had plenty of my own to deal with already. But then I remembered that she was… and she knew exactly how much I wanted to explore every inch of her body. Just standing there doing nothing had to have been killing her.
“Done,” Lynnria announced. “Are you alright? Can you move?”
“Oh, yes…” she breathed, slow and seductive. The feral animal had succumbed. And presented its backside.
Something divine wafted beneath my nose. Blackberries…? It was hard to be sure. But I wanted it. I wanted it badly.
Seleroan
Hey there, gentle reader.
Enjoying the content? Well, why not drop by my Patreon? It helps me keep this show running, and allows me to afford great things like editors, cover artists, and food!
But more importantly, there's those all-important advanced chapters, Patreon exclusive character art, and even the occasional poll to influence the direction of the story.
Come on down! We'd love to see you.
