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Chapter 75 by CalamitousIntent CalamitousIntent

This time, Tricia was genuinely rattled.

[Interlewd] The Search for Vanessa Hawthorne: Culture Clash

There were a few ‘guy’ things that Erica understood perfectly, and the impatience of waiting on a woman to get ready was one of them. She almost wished she’d never mentioned to Tryn that the goblin was borderline naked, because that might’ve gotten them out of the apartment faster. Instead, she found herself standing in a steam-filled bathroom as Tryn washed her ruined makeup off in the shower. Erica closed her eyes and took in a deep, warm breath. Today had been exhaustingly tiring, and it wasn’t over yet. The sooner that it was, the better.

She took another breath and pulled her impatient impulses inwards. John needed her help, but the reality of the situation was that no matter how much she wanted to rush to his aid… that simply wasn’t possible. Her standard problem-solving method of axe-to-face couldn’t be used and she needed to keep herself together and think instead.

First, her resources: the paltry amount of cash left in her wallet, pictures of the bathroom where Vanessa had died, the platinum card provided by Dante, Tryn, herself and Lorelei’s prophecy. She really would’ve liked to be able to add ‘Order backup’ to the list… but that wasn’t happening.

There were obstacles in their way. Tryn was too nonhuman to walk around outside the Inferno without a disguise, they needed to get to Wentworth and once they got there they’d need to convince her to release John.

The last one was the most difficult… because Erica had no idea what the Academy Witch wanted. Mrs. Wentworth had sent John on the mission to find Vanessa with a threat of **** if he failed, but then she’d **** him the moment that he found a clue to her whereabouts. It didn’t add up… and why here? Dante was very picky about unsanctioned magic in his club, which meant they had to be collaborating… but why? What had John done to draw that kind of ire? Why would Wentworth go to so much trouble to set it all up? What had happened in that bathroom?

With a sigh, Erica was **** to admit she had no idea how to sort out any of this mess. She could only hope that once she was face to face with Wentworth that she’d… figure something out.

The berserker opened her eyes to see Tryn wiggling her butt and humming a soft tune as she soaped up underneath her arms. The goblin still wasn’t done? It felt like she’d been standing around for hours. Erica noticed the opened bottle of shampoo nearby and the lack of it in Tryn’s hair and put two and two together. Her patience wore thin.

“Let me give you a hand, dude,” she said, pulling off her shirt and tossing it onto the sink. Her pants quickly followed, then her underwear, necklace and socks. She stared at the pile for a moment, watching with concern as it transformed back into her academy uniform. Hopefully, it was supposed to do that. The alternative was… not something she wanted to consider right now.

“You don’t have to, I can…” Tryn protested as Erica entered the shower. It was a little bit tight with both of them, though in a different situation it might be described as ‘intimate’. Tryn came up to just above her waist, and with the way the showerhead was angled down towards the goblin, the hot spray hit against Erica’s stomach and the underside of her breasts. Fortunately, that also meant that Tryn was at the perfect height for the berserker to easily wash her hair. Erica grabbed the bottle of shampoo and squeezed some out onto her hand, then started rubbing it into Tryn’s scalp.

“It’ll go faster if I help. Just do your part and we’ll both be out of here soon,” the berserker said. She did her best to keep the suds from running down Tryn’s forehead and into her eyes. A bit slipped past her fingers, but the goblin wiped it away.

Tryn leaned into Erica’s body, “Do my part? Do you really mean that? Now?”

What was the goblin talking about? Of course she wanted her to shower now. They were in a hurry, after all. The berserker took a breath of steam and untensed, “Yeah. Now would be a good time.” She repositioned the showerhead to wash the shampoo out of the back of Tryn’s hair so she could finish the front.

“If you say so…”

Erica smiled, now they were getting somewhere. She was almost done, and then they could… Her thighs tensed.

The goblin had slid down her front just enough to press her lips against Erica’s bare pussy and run her tongue along it. Tryn grabbed the berserker’s thighs with both hands and sucked gently on her clit, interrupting her attempt to protest. A tremble of raw pleasure crept up Erica’s spine as it happened again, this time along with two small fingers being slid into her pussy.

Her hands dropped from Tryn’s hair to the goblin’s shoulders as her clit was attacked from both sides at once. Erica stumbled back a step and almost slipped as she braced herself against the wall, trying to push Tryn away. Her strength returned as the haze of pleasure faded, only to be disrupted again as the shortstack pulled her fingers back out of Erica’s body.

“That’s… not what I meant!”

No verbal response came from the lips between her legs, but Tryn’s tongue moved from her clit down, past her throbbing entrance and over the skin between it and her destination. Her leg was gently lifted for better access, and Erica’s eyes went wide as she felt the goblin kiss her ass.

“Wait, I-” she was cut off at the feeling of the slutty whore’s tongue pushing against her backdoor. The berserker curled over and grabbed Tryn’s half-washed hair to try and pull her away, but it only made her redouble her efforts with a loud, happy moan. Erica gasped, “Oh fuck!”

It wasn’t that John had taken Tryn for a ride, she realized. It was the other way around… and now she was on the receiving end. A tight knot of stress in her lower belly burned with the pleasure that untangled it. The frustration of everything that had happened, worsened by having to tend to Moira, and days spent without release, had her worked up almost as badly as the paladin… with the exception of a bucketload of magical lust. Erica gritted her teeth and tried to fight against the urge to surrender to pleasure.

The goblin dutifully ate her ass and pussy, using her pinky in place of her tongue to spread Erica’s tight pucker. She shuddered, tensed, felt her core melt as her clit was peppered in kisses and let go. Her hands pushed Tryn into her pussy and were met with eager tongue worship. Erica came with panting, raw satisfaction all over the goblin’s face and slumped back against the wall as she finally managed to speak, “I… I meant… the shower.”

A voice as small as its owner, who was currently sitting in the cooling shower water with the last of the shampoo running out of her hair said, “Oh.”

Toweling off was awkward for both of them. Erica’s legs were still a little bit shaky, and if she wasn’t concentrating on not thinking about it, she could almost feel a tongue between them still. Tryn, on the other hand, seemed mortified. She hardly spoke to the berserker, her green cheeks burning with an orange glow of shame even after she’d apologized repeatedly. Her painfully pure sincerity had been heartwarming at first, then a bit irritating until they both agreed to pretend that nothing had happened… and that they would absolutely not tell John about the thing that definitely didn’t happen.

While Tryn got dressed, Erica washed her face and looked up at her reflection in the mirror. Her skin felt a bit chilly without the warmth of the shower, and her hair was a tangled, soaked mess. If they had time after all this was over, maybe she’d cut it shorter. Knowing the amount of trouble that John got himself into, and the time she had left… that probably wouldn’t be an option. Then again, she could do it herself and it wouldn’t look too bad. She stared into her own eyes and searched them for the signs of tiredness that had built up over the last week.

Surprisingly, she found none. Her body felt better too, now that her legs had steadied underneath her. Actually, it felt better than ever. When was the last time she’d gotten off? A week ago? No, maybe longer. Erica sighed. She really had no right to berate Moira for the way that the Warden treated her body… not when she was no better at it. As much as it’d wasted time, the session with Tryn had been something she’d badly needed. Still…

While her partner was wrestling with Wentworth’s trap, she’d been getting her muff eaten in the shower. Sure, according to her phone it had only taken seven minutes, but what if John didn’t have that kind of time? What would she do if she were exactly seven minutes too late to save his life? She had responsibilities to uphold. As a member of the Order, as John’s partner, and as his friend.

Erica looked up at her reflection in the mirror, “Get it together. You’ve got a job to do and you’re going to do it if it kills you. Go out there and rescue the prince from a witch.” Her reflection stared back at her with determination.

She slapped her cheeks hard enough to sting and left the bathroom, calling out, “Alright, short stuff, let’s go. Time’s wasting.”

“I’m ready!”

A blur of green and white rushed up to the door, snapping to attention beside Erica. The berserker stared in a mix of confusion and shock at Tryn. She’d chosen an outfit that would not pass even for a second as normal. Her breasts were covered by the cups of a white lace corset which revealed plenty of her midriff before barely hiding her mesh thong underneath a trio of skirt-like belts of lace. Little bumps in her bra stood out, highlighting her pierced nipples. Her legs shimmered a bit, and Erica realized that she was wearing pants made of nearly transparent latex. She’d even managed to redo her makeup. The goblin spun on the spot and asked, “How do I look?”

Erica resisted the urge to snap ‘like a stripper’ at her. They would need an illusion to hide Tryn’s appearance in the real world anyway, another one to make her clothes look natural wouldn’t be too much harder to find.

“I’m… sure that John will love it,” Erica said. The goblin’s face lit up like a christmas tree and she visibly trembled with excitement. It was adorable. The berserker reached out without really thinking about it and gave Tryn a pat on the head. Her eyes went wide and she let out a soft moan. Erica had no idea what to do with that.

The goblin nuzzled against her hand and whispered, “Thank you.”

Erica looked down at the shortstacked girl and saw a bit of herself. They were both worried about John, they both felt guilt over his situation and, truthfully, they both wanted someone to tell them that everything would be okay… She smiled sadly and ruffled Tryn’s hair.

“Anytime, now let’s get John back.”

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