Camp life

I could hardly believe what had happened. I had a threesome with Fen and a woman we only just met last night. But the thing that made me confused the most, was that I really liked it. Not just Fen and his wolvir cock. But, Rhiannon’s curvy body, her luscious lips on mine, her fondling of my fat ass, and her fingers delving into my pussy.

I still felt paltry amounts of jealousy that Fen fucked another woman. But we all enjoyed it. I still feel that he’s mine. After all, we confessed our love for each other. That has to mean something.

Mistle had returned to camp by late morning. She pulled me to the side from prying ears of the others from the party.

“What the fuck.” She said in a harsh whisper. “I thought you two were exclusive? And now there’s another woman involved. I got the impression back in Haywood that you didn’t want to share Fen.”

“I know, I know,” I said pulling my hair. “I’m so confused and frustrated.”

“What is this then? Are you some sort of throuple?”

“I don’t think so, it all just happened in the heat of the moment.”

“Did you get involved. Or just like, watch.” She inquired.

“All three of us were doing things together.” I told Mistle hesitantly.

“I didn’t know you liked girls.”

“I don’t. Or, I didn’t think I did.” I said. “This is the confusing part. I’ve never thought of another woman in that way before. But I saw her naked, and just felt horny at the sight of her.Then she touched my breasts and complimented my pubic hair. Then she showed up in the baths, and things just got crazy.”

“Whoah, that is crazy. So you liked the way she looked?” Mistle asked.

“Yeah. But the thing is, I wanted more. Like with Fen. After the first time, I was eager to keep going. So I guess my type is curvy girls and wolvirs.” I threw my hands up in an strange admittance.

Mistle looked a little upset and disappointed. Maybe because she thought better of me to share my partner with others so willingly. I explained that Rhiannon is a really nice person and has had a tough few years. I pleaded Mistle not to make it a hard time her being here. I felt sorry for her, but I think I have some sort of connection with Rhee. Even if it’s just sexual at the moment, I’m sure I’ll understand it in the future.

Both myself and Fen agreed we could trust Rhiannon enough, counting on the fact we’ve all fucked each other. Trust her enough to show her the hoard soul stone. She knew of its properties and told us about it.

“This is a far more powerful soul stone than your average one.”

“What do you mean by average?” Fen asked her.

“Well an average soul stone has the power to hold one soul. And it can be used as a sort of currency to the god of bargaining.”

“And who’s the god of bargaining?” I asked her.

“In necromancy, he’s the one who you can make deals with. In exchange for souls, you can negotiate for something you might want. Only as long it’s in the context of life and ****. No Abundance of gold and platinum coins. That’s not how it works.” She told us.

“So how does a soul stone work?”

“Well,” Rhee began to tell us. “One soul stone can be used to store a dead persons soul. Then that said stone can be used to power a weapon or make a potion more potent. Mainly they are used in rituals. Such as, collecting the soul and the dead body that that soul belongs to, becomes an obedient ****. And also can’t be fully destroyed until the soul stone is destroyed.

“That’s unbelievable.” I said.

“Uh-huh. With one soul stone, you need to have a living being killed in a way that isn’t a natural cause. Like a **** or killed in combat. Then you have to trap the soul inside. You have to know the incantation to achieve this. But doing that with one soul at a time is monotonous and time consuming. This is when a hoard soul stone is really handy. Just go to a blood soaked battlefield and use the hoard soul stone to collect all those souls in one go. Also, instant undead army at your disposal.

“I suppose that is easier with only needing to use one stone, to have possibly hundreds at your disposal. But wouldn’t that mean that just destroying a hoard stone would destroy the army of undead?” I asked.

“Maybe, but what if you’ve sold the stone to the god of bargaining? No soul in your possession but in the hands of a literal god. That would be hard to destroy, then you’ve still got the undead army. And also need to destroy the undead too.” Rhiannon said with a smile.

“You can do that?” Queried Fen.

“You know what, I actually don’t know. I haven’t read if that can happen. That’s just a theory of mine. Maybe if I got my hands on more black books. Then I could know more about them.”

We could either take the hoard soul stone to the sorcerer in Highgate, or somehow find more black books for Rhiannon. Our plans for now was to advance as much as we could with the adventurer’s guild. Perhaps a contract to do with undead or necromancy may come up. Rhiannon had been living in a hostel in town, she went back to Barkseal to recover her belongings and made herself at home with our party. With the little money she had, Rhee had purchased a tent. So as not to overcrowd her presence with Fen and I and having somewhere else to sleep. She wanted to make sure that we still could spend quality time together as a couple. She was very considering of the space she proposed in giving us. But I was having none of it.

We spent a week at our camp near Barkseal. Fen and I would complete contracts, Robbis and the others would find mercenary work. And Rhiannon would spend time helping cook and reading black books of necromancy, that she brought with her from the hostel. We spent every night of that week fucking. Me, Fen and Rhiannon.

I was on my hands and knees. Fen’s big wolvir cock thrusting in me from behind. Rhiannon’s wet and flavorous pussy in my face. Her twat was aromatic and smelled strongly of sex. She was like an ocean down there. My chin was soaked from her juices as I ate her out. Fen’s thrusts kept knocking me forward, causing my nose to keep prodding her clit. Making her scream louder. She grabbed my red locks tightly.

“Fuck. I’m cumming!” She squealed.

Her juices flooded my mouth, and it also felt like she squirted on my face. My chin was dripping with her fluids as I raised my head from her crotch. Fen speared me particularly hard, making me crash forward on top of Rhiannon. We were face to face. Her eyes still showing her sexy post orgasmic afterglow. Our big tits crushed together as I leant down to make out with her. I passed the taste of her pussy onto her hungry lips and tongue, my chin and mouth still drenched from her snatch. I could feel Fen was close as he sped up his pounding in my cunt. He knotted me, releasing his heavy load of wolvir cum into my womb. I loved the feeling of his swollen knot in me, stretching my pussy lips beyond their limit. I loved the taboo that I shouldn’t be participating in this rutting between and wolvir and a human woman. But I loved it too fucking much to care. I was a slut for wolvir cock. Fen’s wolvir cock, and deep in my heart I always knew I would be.

The next morning, Mistle came to me.

“Look, I hear you guys every night. And it’s driving me insane.” She told me.

“I’m so sorry Misty. I know we need to be considerate of the rest of the party needing to sleep.” I said. “I swear we’ll try to keep it down.”

“It’s not that, I’m so fucking horny from hearing you get railed by Fen.”

What was she getting at?

“I’v been masturbating every night to you guys. But it’s not the same as a cock. I know you don’t mind sharing, I’m hoping you’ll do the same for a friend.” She was shaking.

“I want you, to let me fuck Fen.”