Aelene Date, Part 4: Rest and Rescues

Glitterdust

Glitterdust pouts as she sits in the dirt for the party’s short rest, her vast psychic powers being focused on a rejuvenating drone. MY MtF Goddess is mad at ME for some reason. What did I do wrong? I have been nice all day! She scratches at the chastity belt Harper put on her.

Harper leans up against a rock, still looking like she’s breathing okay. She starts to gently tease her massively improved sea cave. Not a gross boy bit on her anymore. She should still be letting ME worship her. Her eyes are on the other two elves. Pay attention to ME!

Aelene and Skye start to lube up the double-dildoed sex toy together. They seems to have developed a rhythm, a synchronicity to their efforts. Aelene moves her bikini bottom to the side and inserts the (shrunken) toy into her slutty hole. Skye, having no clothes to get out of the way, just dives right onto her side. They start pistoning it between them.

“You okay over there, my lady love?”

“I’m fine. Just trying to recover some SP. Do you two want some privacy again?”

Both elves are blushing. “It’s okay, my betrothed. Please watch.”

Aelene lurches forward and starts to shower her drow partner with quick little kisses. Skye, carefully avoiding touching Aelene’s top, starts to do the same. They continue to pulse the dildo in and out, slowly becoming more and more enthralled by the sensation. Harper keeps her eyes on the two lovers as she continues to stroke her nethers.

Glitter’s jealousy flairs up to the point where her thoughts start to leech out to her MtF Goddess. “Pay attention to ME!”

Harper keep her gaze on the elves, but offers a deadpan thought back, “I know you’re rattling around in my head, Glitterdust. What do you want?”

“I want out of this thing and I want to worship you! I don’t even know why you are mad at ME!”

“We talked about this when I put the belt on you, Glitter. I explicitly told you not to mail that letter and you snuck it over there behind my back. Both Iris and you are quite lucky that the scroll didn’t get attached and that the girl tried to use it. That would definitely count as an elimination worthy attack. What the fuck were you thinking?”

“Gross boys need to embrace their sexy womanhood?”

Harper pinches the bridge of her nose as she keeps on brushing her clit with her other hand, eyes not leaving from watching her wife and betrothed. Her breathing changes. Deep breath in. A pause. Slow breath out. She repeats it for several cycles.

“Look, Glitter. I NEED you to stop that crusade. I NEED you to be better than that impulse to drown in your fetish. Until you can respect me as a person, this... whatever we have right now... is going to just get worse. So, please, Glitter, just stop and think about the implications of your actions next time.”

Harper closes access to her mind like a vault door. She keeps watching, keeps rubbing. Skye and Aelene keep riding the dildo. All three elves are getting close. Harper slows her self-teasing down and the other two ride harder, faster. They caress, kiss, gasp, moan. Skye orgasms first. Aelene crests over the edge soon thereafter. They hold each other (Skye giving a slight look of disgust from touching Aelene’s armor) as they come to. Soon enough, Aelene pops her dildo back into sword mode and sends it back to her inventory. Skye scoots over to lean on Harper’s breast, listening to her heartbeat. Aelene takes the other side, holding onto Harper’s loose hand.

“Did I do good, my lady love,” Skye gently asks, nuzzling into Harper’s scar, “I’ve been trying to improve.”

“You looked good, Skye, but I’m not the one to ask.”

Aelene is blushing so hard, “Um, Skye, you were... good. I enjoy spending time with you... that... way.”

Skye pulls out some snacks and water. The group chows down, Harper continuing to edge herself the whole time. Skye gives the MtF goddess little bits of food and water so divine hands can touch no longer gross boy parts. Glitterdust stays quiet. She needs to think.

Josie

After a couple of hour long stint of having Tina eat Josie out, the bonny bunny is immensely satisfied with the power of her new magic tongue. Josie had a good time being the target of Tina’s ministrations, too. The extra little grippies on her tongue felt really, really good on Josie’s clit.

“I picked good, Josie?”

“Yup, Rabbit. You picked good.”

The way Tina smiles lights up the whole room. Almost makes Josie forget her troubles. Almost. The telepathic fight she had with Daphne still weighs on her mind. I get that Daphne likes her, for some reason, but the Bug is just so weird...

“You better not be thinking about me while making that scrunched-up face, cutie.”

“I’m not. The Fish was bothering me about the Bug and I was thinking about that.”

“Oh, Honey? She seems kind of lonely, actually. What’s Daphne want you to do?”

“Seduce her into the harem, once I get the all-clear from the old lady.”

“Well, before we bug Harper, heh, I made a pun, is Honey okay with it?”

“Daphne says it’s the bug’s idea, she’s just not sure if she wants to go through with it yet.”

“Well, we are bringing her with us tonight? We can ask her about it.”

With that, the bonny bunny drags Josie back to Dungeons for Damsels. Mattie is waiting for them, dressed in her catsuit again, bug in tow. “We ‘bout ready to get the party started?”

The four of them walk through the storefront, briefly watching Daphne get plowed by a school desk, to get to the dungeon level select lobby. Tina waves good-bye to the fish and Mattie gives her a low whistle of encouragement (or harassment, depending on how the fish wants to interpret it). And the bug has the same blank expression it always has.

They enter into a lively tavern. The bar wenches are beautiful, busty, and bearing frothy mugs of some kind of beer. A lounge singer of some sort belts out a bawdry song about banging the girl next door with various kinds of dildos. The patrons, all beautiful women, are acting like drunk college girls. Mattie and Tina look highly amused. The bug has the same blank expression it always has.

So, of course, everyone takes a seat at a conveniently empty table to watch the spectacle. A bar wench comes by, leaning forward to show off her cleavage, to take drink orders. Mattie gets “what they are having”, pointing at a group of revelers. Tina tries to get a virgin cosmo, but Josie reminds her that that would count as a “treat”; the pouting bunny gets a water (as does Josie). Honey asks for mesquite sap, which earns her a strange look from the bar wench. The wench brings the bug a mead. The bug finally changes her expression as she gives it a sip. “This is some sort of intoxicant. I do not like it. Do one of you wish to drink it for me? It is wasteful to leave fluids unconsumed.” She thereupon summons a can of that weird smoothie she tried to buy this morning and starts slurping it through a straw.

Weird.

Mattie happily grabs the mead and takes a swig. “Little sweet for my taste. Too bad Tina over there is on a diet. She might have liked it.” She then sets the mug in easy reach of the bonny bunny, almost as if she’s taunting the girl. Josie feels a growling inside of her and she stifles it. No one gets to tease my girl but me!

They people watch as the patrons go from making out to full-blown public sex to passing out in bliss. Josie catches Tina taking little sips of the unguarded mead when the blonde thinks the wolf-girl isn’t watching, but Josie doesn’t call her on it.

The bar wench walks by and asks if they would like a room for the night, which Honey accepts. As the foursome following the comely maid up to a room (with a single California king bed and so many sex toys on display that even Mattie starts to blush a little), Josie’s wondering what’s going on with this level. Once they are alone (and Tina is bouncing on the bed), Mattie asks, “So, who’s keeping first watch?”

Tina blurts out before Josie could, “Wait, what? Why would we need to keep a watch, whatever that is?”

Mattie seems to sober up, almost as if she was putting on a bit of an act, “Oh, while all that down there was fun to watch, total attempt to make us drop our guard. The dungeon is going to spring something on us. We need to be prepared for it.”

Screams erupt from downstairs. Fuck. Guess Mattie was right.

Daphne

Daphne watched the foursome enter the dungeon as she worked her restocking shift. She chose to work on spell scrolls today, as she wants a variety of options for her Beloved’s new quick scribing option. Her legs are once again jelly. But she doesn’t exactly have time to relax. She scoops up the scrolls and shimmies (mermaid-style) over to the counter to deposit them in the back.

Ugh, this is tiring. I got too used to having weird human legs. Daphne thereupon shimmies to the Suckling Swine. Tonight the bar is full of her family, all watching Scarlet dance. Daphne stops to stare at her oread girlfriend for a few moments, but then she focuses on her task. She shimmies down (then swims over) to the 2-seater table in the flooded section where her auntie is sitting alone, drinking a Crab Trapper at Home (the now official drink of the frenzy).

“Hi, Auntie. Can we talk?”

“Sure, my runty little niece. Have a ‘seat.’”

Daphne “sits” in a huff. “I’m not that small, Auntie.” Cousin Circe brings the younger mermaid a Crab Trapper at Home. Daphne takes a sip and lets out a contented sigh. She watches Scarlet dance for a few moments. The way she moves is so intoxicating. I’m so lucky to be in my Beloved’s harem with her.

Crunching on a decorative crab claw, Daphne finally says, “I’d like to talk about my date arrangements now, Auntie.”

The elder mermaid snorts. “Really? You’re the first to come to me. Seems the rest of Harper’s property prefers dealing with the P.A. over me.”

“Look, Auntie,” Daphne begins, “I’m the only one that is going to come to you, and that’s because you’re family. If you will grant me a little freedom to speak, I really wish you would treat all of us better. I love my Beloved and she loves me. I love my new family, just like I love the frenzy. Maybe if you were respectful of my Beloved’s wishes, more of us would want to spend time with you. As is, you are just a more competent version of Beckie.”

The sound of smashed glass surprises Daphne, as it does to the rest of the room. The elder mermaid growls, “Don’t you DARE compare me with that monster, RUNT!” The elder mermaid looms over Daphne. The younger mermaid sits her ground, meeting the **** glare she receives with a toothy smile.

Cousin Circe grabs Ariel’s shoulder, trying to calm the situation, “Mom, that’s enough. Maybe you should call it tonight? Wanna go cuddle with some of my nieces? How about you go play with some of the little ones before they go to bed.” Gently pulling Ariel to turn around, the two swim over and Ariel sinks into the staff water tube. Circe turns around and starts to clean up the mess.

“Did you have to aggravate her, Cousin?”

“Auntie disrespected my Beloved and my girlfriend. I was merely trying to politely stand up for them. Need some help?”

As Daphne cleans up the shards of glass, she feels like she accomplished something. Not what she set out to do, but something. Scarlet gives her a little peck on the cheek as she dashes by (trying her best not to sink in the water).

Daphne decides to help her cousin serve drinks after they are done cleaning up Ariel’s mess. The time flies by and soon, it’s just the two of them (plus Scarlet) left. Scarlet collects her pay, then the two of them walk out of the bar.

Scarlet: +70 BP (Tips)

Scarlet: +7 BP (Work/Study Girl)

Scarlet wraps her arm around Daphne’s waist. It’s warm and comforting. The oread asks, “Hey, Daph, you okay?”

Daphne leans into the side hug. “Just frustrated with Auntie. I’ll be okay. What do you want to do now?”

“What do you want to do?”

“You mind if we visit my mom for a bit? I could use some less confrontational family time right now.”

Skye

The trek slowed down after their little break, but Skye doesn’t mind too much. They figured out that harpies do not have darkvision, so they need the torches lit to see in the tunnels. Skye extinguishes the torches as she sees them while taking point, looping back to check on her lady loves and a moody Glitter all the while. No patrols intercept her as she finally reaches the back portions of the mine lookout. It is another natural cavern; this one has a breeze of crisp evening air flowing into it. The smell is awful; Skye almost retches, but keeps her roiling stomach in check for now. The air is thick with feces and urine and rotting meat.

She telepathically lets Harper know that she reached the lookout, then, against every instinct she has, she moves towards the smell. What she finds actually does make her vomit; she holds her own hair back as she does. A pit of bodies, some still squirming, many quite dead, all with maggot infested wounds. She wipes off her face as best as she can, then reluctantly approaches. Most of the dead look like animals, almost mangled beyond recognition. Most of the dead humanoids look like... parrot people? Skye doesn’t know what they are. There are some dead drow and deep gnomes; most of those look like they were killed trying to flee. Harpies apparently like to eat on living flesh; it is obvious that they are keeping these people alive and suffering so they can feed on them longer.

She cast Healing Spirit, getting as much of the pit covered in the effect as possible, to try to ease the livings’ pain.

Skye: 11 SP left

A rasping voice speaks out from the pit, a barely heard whisper, “You darn fool, run. They’ll catch you.”

Skye turns to see four harpies squawking an alarm, flapping towards her at a rapid pace. She can barely get out a telepathic “Help!” before they are on her, claws scratching. Skye dodges, weaves, catches errant swipes with her bracers. Then, she begins to move on the offensive. Her power is diminished, simply because she wants the spirit to keep helping the injured behind her, but three thrusts with her estoc and one harpy is mostly dead. Skye kills it as it tries to flee.

The harpies continue her **** and Skye strikes not as true as she’d like. Then, her lady love swoops in, striking them down in a flash. She pants over the dead.

Harper Harpy Kill Count: 40

“You... okay?”

“My lady love, do you need to dive?”

“No... just a little... out of breath. I was running to catch up. Any survivors in there?”

“Too few, my lady love. Too few. But I’m doing what I can!”

The rasping voice speaks out again, “What kind of fool can take 4 of those beasts at once?”

Harper steps forward, holding her breath. Gingerly, she steps through the pile, until she finds the speaker, just out of range from the healing spirit’s effect. With a careful fire(wo)man carry, Harper brings the speaker out of the fire. A parrot-woman with bright red feathers that seem to replace her hair and covers her arms. She almost looks like a macaw. The spirit starts to mend her wounds, but it is slow going. The damage on her is extensive. She speaks again, seeming to be able to flirt despite how near to **** she is, “Shall I get to hear the name of my very sexy savior?”

“That’s Skye. I’m Harper.”

The parrot woman’s face turns ashen. “Not THAT...”

“Lady Harper!” Aelene shouts, “get away from that fiend! It’s...”

Harper finishes the thought, straining to recall a face, “Airika the Red, dread pirate queen. I remember.” Harper leans over the pirate(?). “You know who I am, right?”

“Aranel Tyalangan, heir to the Copse-Wood throne. You’re far away from home, little princess. How you are strong enough to take on that many harpies so quickly, I do not understand. Still...”

Harper interrupts, plucking a feather from behind the pirate’s(?) ear “You owe me a life-debt, Airika. Once Skye heals you well enough for you to get on your feet, you are to help the rest get out of here. You are to serve as protection for these people until I send for you. Is that understood?”

“And why do you think I’m going to follow your orders, princess?”

Harper merely pushes Airika’s thumb onto her forehead. If she went ashen before, she goes bleach white now. “How? Those numbers are impossible! You...”

Harper interrupts again, “...Are level 13, yes. And I have Teleport. With this feather, I can be by your side at any point I wish for the next 6 months. Do as I say. These people need protection once I’m gone. Perhaps, with good service rendered, we can pardon some of your many, many, MANY crimes.”

“Fine. You got me, princess. For now.”

“Good.” Turning to Skye, she leans in to give a kiss on the cheek. Telepathically, she asks, “Stay here and do what you can with these people. Save at least one Healing Spirit for us, just in case. That okay?”

“Of course, my lady love.”