Aelene Date, Part 2: Follow the Mineshaft Road

Scarlet

Ooof. Horny bunny bit off more than she can chew, didn’t she?

Josie has the trio doing a free weight rotation of dumbbell bicep curls, deadbugs with medicine balls, and kettlebell squats. Scarlet is on squats (with a 50 pound kettlebell), Josie is curling 100 pound dumbbells, and Tina? Tina is trying to do dead bugs with a 10 pound medicine ball and is crying in “pain”.

Scarlet holds the down position of the squat for the last 20 seconds, the base of the kettlebell a mere sliver above the ground. Josie holds the midpoint on the curl, her biceps bulging. And Tina is whining dramatically. The wolf-girl is rolling her eyes at the melodrama.

The buzzer sounds and the trio switches. Tina grabs the 5 pound dumbbells with a pouting face and Josie holds a 100 pound kettlebell in each hand (trying her best to challenge her super strength). Scarlet grabs a 25 pound medicine ball and gets in position, keeping her lower back flat on the ground and her shoulders elevated. She extends one leg and arcs the medicine ball to “above” her head. Then she brings the ball and her knee back to around her waist. Then she does the other leg. Back and forth. Back and forth.

“This... hurts... so... bad!”

“C’mon, Tina. 10 more seconds. You got this, girl,” Scarlet encourages.

Tina grumbles, then whines. Buzzer goes off. Josie skips the deadbugs, as they were nothing for her, even with the heaviest medicine ball the gym has. She does some Russian twists with the heaviest dumbbell the gym has instead. Tina has a 5 pound kettlebell. Josie growls as Scarlet grabs the 20 pound dumbbells (for her curls), “You could do the 10 pound weight, Tina.”

“So... tired!”

Scarlet redirects before they start arguing, “Last station. Ready?” Josie starts her twists. Scarlet keeps her elbows tucked into her ribs, slowly curling the dumbbells up to her shoulders. Then she slowly lowers the weight down to her waist. Back and forth. Back and forth. Tina is doing okay. Once again, Scarlet holds the last 20 seconds at 90 degrees. Tina whimpers holding the tiny kettlebell with the squat (by at least she tried to for that one).

Buzzer goes off and Tina collapses in overly dramatic fashion. Scarlet picks up the bunny’s weight and puts it up for her. Josie hops up and helps clean up the weights. Soon enough, everything is back where it goes and Tina still hasn’t moved.

“Never... working... out... again!”

“C’mon, Tina, you did great! And you’ll feel so much better in a couple of days. For now, let’s do some stretching.”

Scarlet leads Tina through some recovery stretches. Josie does her own (much shorter) set, then walks over to prep some post-workout shakes. Tina keeps grumbling, but it sounds more performative than anything else at this point.

“Here. Special shakes.”

Scarlet grabs hers and starts to drink. This tastes like Mattie last night. Huh. Shrugging, she continues to sip. Josie guzzles hers down as quick as she can. Tina takes a sip, then blurts out, “Why does this taste like...”

“Oh, I got an infinite tub of magic whey protein, remember? Tastes like the last girl you ate out. I really should eat some more of you out, just to get some variety. Still not a big fan of cotton candy.”

“So Harper wasn’t teasing me when she said my bunny hutch tastes like cotton candy?” Tina asks.

“Nope,” Josie states. “You specifically taste like bubble gum cotton candy. Scarlet tastes like snickerdoodles. When she got all oread, it added like the taste of those red hot candies too? Daphne taste like baklava, Skye tastes like lavender candy, at least according to Harper; it’s definitely something floral and slightly sweet. I haven’t tried Mattie, Aelene, or Glitter yet.”

“Soooo, we’re going to Dungeons for Damsels and getting us some magic tongues, right Scarlet?”

Scarlet shrugs, wanting to think about it. I mean, the normal taste of a woman is perfectly fine but it could be fun. “Maybe after lunch?”

Aelene

Aelene feels more than a little embarrassed. The mayor of the town, a deep gnome named Ellyjoybell, has decided to dote on the party with a spot of tea. Mushroom tea. Aelene tries her best to politely sip it, but it is pungent and bitter, even with a splash of hu-cow milk. Lady Skye also seems ****. The good zemeitsa Glitterdust doesn’t even bother. Lady Harper, at least, seems to enjoy it. She even turned down the sweetness the hu-cow milk would provide.

Lady Harper asks, still panting harder than she should and cutting straight to the point, “<How bad was the attack?>”

“<A good portion of the town is dead, mostly gnomish women and children. The menfolk and the drow were mining at the time. We sent a messenger out, and a lookout saw the corpse of his horse carried up, in pieces, to the top of the mountain. Food supplies are low at the moment. I am sorry I could not spare more for you, Aranel.>”

“<Your hospitality is more than sufficient, my good mayor. You have any idea how many harpies descended on you? We killed several, but knowing their numbers is important.>”

“<Oh, hundreds. While the feat you did was quite impressive, Aranel, you have barely dealt a blow to the flock. While my people are using this time to gather supplies, another horde of them will take roost on our roofs again in short order. If you, in your infinite kindness, dear Aranel, wish to expel them permanently, you must slay the Harpy Queen at the top of the mountain.>”

At that, Aelene speaks up, “<Do you know the most efficient route to get to it?>” Aelene remembers her quest with keen interest. <Aelene’s Mountaintop Quest: Slay the Harpy Queen in Single Combat. Reward: An improvement to Aelene’s basic attacks and an improvement to Hermosa Jovencita.> To slay a leader of The Hunger would be a great feat to protect my people.

“<Why, take the mine tunnels, dear Arbancano. If you are quiet enough, you may even be able to ambush them from behind. The few scouts that have returned informed me that they have taken roost in our lookout point at the top of the mines.>”

“<If you do not mind, Aranel Tyalangan, Lady Skye and I will procure a map of the mines from the locals. Gather whatever other information you need, then let us meet back in an hour?>”

Aelene takes Lady Skye’s hand and gently pulls her away from the conversation. When they are well out of earshot, Skye nervously asks (in Common), “Why did you pull us away? I mean, the tea was strange, but...?”

“I need to reset my weapon. The other two need to keep their magics.”

The thought dawned on Skye and she nervously smiles. “I like you, too, Lady Aelene. Let us enjoy a short rest.”

Honey

While the others enjoy some relaxation time, Honey finds herself in the hotel library, reading through what is considered the standard hotel host contract. Some of these clauses are downright devious. What would anyone even remotely competent agree to them? No amount of borrowed cosmic power is worth that.

“And you wonder why so many hosts do not survive their first season. Or get wrapped up in their first season’s harem. You should see the betting parlors try to predict when each host will fall.”

Ms. E is here. Honey notices that, while the chair and table she was sitting at is still there, it’s now sitting in the middle of a glade. Moonlight shines as the Producer sits across from her, gently smiling.

“Well, I am in the middle of collating potential points of contention with the standard contract. Ms. O’Connor doesn’t exactly know what she wants out of all of this.”

“That, my dear little nehtaliante, makes two of us. Perhaps we can go through everything and write the contract together? You can tell that I want what’s best for her too, right?”

Finding the proposal agreeable (at least for a first draft contract), the two start to work through Honey’s list of objectionable clauses. Working with the Producer is... interesting. The horror she expresses is just so... vivid. Honey wishes she could understand emotions better, but it is just not in her species’ nature to feel. The billable hours do fly by. Eventually, they have a working first draft. Now I need to present it to Ms. O’Connor and see what she thinks.

“Since your work appears to be done for the moment, my dear little nehtaliante, I’d like to help you with your personal matter. My cousin’s goofy mermaid did offer you some good advice. Perhaps you misunderstood it?”

“Ms. Daphne told me to pursue a mutual activity with Ms. O’Connor beyond lawyer/client activities. Did our trip to the Kang-oo’s not count?”

“Oh, Honey, you have sooooo much to learn. Well, I am a goddess of love, among other things. Ready for your first lesson?”

Skye

Skye and Lady Aelene meander to the entrance to the mine, giggling to each other like school girls. Harper looks both very annoyed and still out of breath. She seems to be breathing harder, her gills flaring more strenuously. Glitterdust is kneeling at Harper’s feet, tugging at a chastity belt tightened around her waist, her tail whipping the air viciously.

Once she notices them approaching, Harper puts on a smile. “Hey, I got... maps of... the mine. You two... enjoy yourselves?”

Both elves blush, trying to avoid eye contact. Harper continues, “Sorry... It’s fine... I assume... Aelene needed... a sword reset? I saw her... crit enough. Thank you... for not... holding back... Aelene. Fight... would have... taken way longer... if you had. Still... time limit. The air up here... so thin... So DRY... It’s already... really hurting... to breathe. I want... to get... this done... you know?”

“Oh, sorry, wife. I didn’t mean to...”

Then, Skye feels herself getting to nuzzle into their engagement scar. “Seriously... it’s okay. Love you... my little drow. Take point. You’re... the Gloomstalker.”

Skye crouches, map in hand, then basically blends into the darkness. She sneaks ahead; the other three trail behind. The tunnels are wide enough to allow the trio behind her to walk three abreast, but they go in single file anyways. The tunnel walls are smooth, well carved stone, reinforced with wooden beams at regular intervals. The embedded wall sconces either empty or holds burnt out torches, barely better than charcoal. While a little light would be appreciated, everyone has darkvision. Skye’s Invisi-Shades is somehow able to detect the amount of light, so they only block excessive light. She’d be willing to take them off, if the idea of seeing Lady Aelene in her indecent bikini or her lady love in her indecent boots did not make her want to retch.

She feels a little ashamed at her behavior with Lady Aelene. Skye will admit she has grown quite smitten with the princess. But, listening to how her lady love wheezes behind her, the drow feels like she tarried with the high elf too long. She wants to make love, but there is a time and place. Perhaps brutal efficiency was required? Time is of the essence.

Skye approaches the first branch point. She sneaks in the dark, checking a ways down each of the wrong turns before returning. By the time she checked their potential backs, the others have caught up. My lady love’s breathing is getting worse.

“Do you need a break, my lady love?”

Harper is startled, as is Lady Aelene. Glitterdust snickers, apparently able to sense Skye in the dark. Harper wheezes, “I’m... fine. Just... winded.”

Stubborn wife. Just like Mother Kimiko. “If you say so, my lady love.”

Josie

“But I worked out sooooo hard. I deserve a treat!”

The trio is sitting at the Suckling Swine, with Tina trying to convince the others to let her eat a ridiculous amount of ice cream for lunch. Scarlet is trying to compromise into splitting a reasonable amount of ice cream with the bonny bunny. Josie knows better.

“Look, you need protein to recover from that workout. That much sugar is just going to make you crash. I’m sure Harper would agree with me. Watch me interrupt her date for this.”

Despite Tina’s pleads, Josie starts a text message conversation with Harper. By the time Scarlet returns from the counter to pick up lunch, Tina has gotten a response. The bonny bunny blows Josie a raspberry. “Hey, Harper gave me permission to have 1 treat a week, if I’m good about working out more often. So, I want some ice cream!”

Scarlet offers, “Hey, one bowl of ice cream a week isn’t going to kill her. Especially if she can satiate her sweet tooth by snacking on her girlfriends.”

“Fine. But we are all sharing some mint chocolate chip.”

Aelene

Lady Skye has led the group admirably through the tunnels. Skye scouts ahead, loops around as needed to ensure no ambush is coming. She even helped some of the miners try to head back to the village before the harpies notice their dead flockmembers.

However, Lady Harper has gotten slower. Much slower. Aelene has to keep her betrothed up on her feet. It has gotten to the point where Glitterdust needs to serve as a telepathic in-between, because the sea elf is too out of breath to even speak.

“We should stop, my betrothed.”

Glitterdust listens in, then translates, “MY MtF goddess says we should continue. She wants to put off needing to dive for air as long as possible, since she doesn’t know how long the extra 8 hours will actually last, given the air here.”

Lady Skye returns. “A pair of harpies are up ahead, trying to light some torches. My love, you do not look capable of fighting right now. I’ll deal with the harpies. You make love to Lady Aelene. I will return.”

Aelene sets Lady Harper down and sits down, legs spread. She gently intones, “You heard your wife, my betrothed. Please, be gentle.”

Lady Harper, for her part, does kneel between Aelene’s legs. She still hesitates. Aelene looks to the good zemeitsa for clarification. Clarification is smugly delivered, “She wants to make sure that you are okay with this. She doesn’t think anyone has been intimate with you so directly.”

Oh. Even when she is nearly suffocating, she is still so considerate. Foolish woman, my betrothed. Aelene smiles and brushes Lady Harper’s hair, causing the sea elf to shiver in aroused delight. “Lady Harper, please give me the honor of feeling your tongue upon my most special place. I am glad that you will be my first. It is right and proper for my betrothed to claim it, my maiden’s orgasm.”

Harper tentatively starts to lick. Her hesitancy quickly turns to an unnatural hunger. The sea elf plunges her tongue as deeply as she can into Aelene’s special place. Aelene is too engrossed to speak. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, Lady Harper, but that feels so good! More! Please, more!

The good dragon Glitterdust telepathically answers the question: “Some of it is MY MtF goddess being able to breathe again, but most of it is your taste. I must say that MY second-hand tasting of you would confirm it. You are super tasty.”

Oh, the evermead flavor Harper talked about? She was speaking true? That cannot be. Aelene moans out loud as Harper curls her tongue into a certain spot in her special place. Her special place oozes more love juices, which Harper greedily slurps up. Aelene grabs Harper’s head, pushing it further into her love tunnel. The sea elf readily complies. So close.

Aelene’s whine reverberates in the mine shaft as Harper delivers a final orgasmic kiss to her special place. It almost overpowers Harper’s gasp of relief.

Aelene: +4 (Mistress Brought Slut to Orgasm [Good Vibrations], x2 bonus [first time contestant participant])

Harper: +8 Hours of Air Tolerance (Dive, Dive!)

When Aelene comes to, she sees Harper looming over her, watching intently. “Hey, Aelene, you okay?”

“My betrothed, I should be asking you that question.”

Harper chuckles. Her smile does something to Aelene’s heart. “I’m breathing easy. Hoping this lasts until we’re done here, at least. Even without the threat of ****, we NEED to do that more often. You?”

She wants to plunge her tongue into my special place again? “I concur, my betrothed. That felt amazing.”

Harper smiles even wider, then leans in for a kiss. Aelene’s love juices are still there, so the high elf tastes herself. It’s salty, slightly bitter. Harper likes the taste of this? Odd.

Harper sees the confusion and answers it accordingly. “Side effect of my magic tongue transformation. I taste your soul, in addition to the usual stuff. And your soul is perfect, Aelene. I will never tire of it. Never tire of you. I love you.”

Wait? What? Lady Harper... loves me? Just like that? It normally takes decades for elves to make that sort of confession. How? Then, Aelene thinks about it. Really thinks about it. Her altered memories of being betrothed to Harper. Aelene abdicated her claim to the throne the year Phaedra became of age. Mother adopted Harper and arranged the marriage soon thereafter. They have been betrothed for decades at this point. Aelene should have started to love her by now; Harper is so much more loveable now that what she remembered back then. Harper was just so sad all the time. Now?

Harper looks like she’s disappointed. Did I wait too long? “I love you too, my betrothed. It took me a bit of thinking to figure that out.”

Her smile is radiant.

Aelene: +4 VP (Get Mistress to Confess Her Love of You, x2 bonus [Said it Back])

“I know that this is foolish, but I also love Lady Skye, too. I know I shouldn’t feel so strongly for her so soon, but I do. Is it okay for me to court her?”

Harper answers first with another kiss. “Of course, my lovely betrothed. Why would you think I’d say no?”

Lady Skye suddenly speaks out from the dark. “Thank you, my lady love. I love you, too, Lady Aelene. You two were quite loud back here. Targets down.”

Party Kill Count: 37 Harpies

Lady Skye makes her presence further known with touch. A gentle squeezing of a shoulder. A kiss on the lips. Harper turns her head and kisses the air (Lady Skye, Aelene presumes).

Lady Skye speaks again, “Whatever harpies heard you know that we are here now. I’ll get back to taking point. Be ready for a real fight.”