Drinks and dances

Helga snapped her fingers one final time and disappeared in a puff of smoke. Once the smoke cleared, a small bar became visible to all. It was situated on the beach, an ornate wooden slab with a tiled roof over it all placed on a wooden platform in the middle of the sand. There were seats all around it. There was silence in the air only broken up by Olga’s wet smooches. Finally, Tyra stepped forward.

“Yeah, I could use a drink,” said Tyra.

She stumbled forward toward the bar. Lila followed after her. The other girls exchanged glances before joining her. The girls all gathered around the bar. They saw rows of empty glasses. Some were tall wine glasses, some were short shot glasses, and others were somewhere in between. Tyra immediately grabbed a shot glass. As it touched her hand, it instantly filled up with an orange-brown liquid. Tyra looked at it with suspicion, but the dryness in her mouth from the long desert days got the better of her and she drank it down without question. Her eyes opened, pleasantly surprised.

“It’s rum!” said Tyra, “Good pirate rum too!”

Lila who was right behind her nervously reached for a wine glass. Hers filled with a similar orange liquid. She looked to Tyra, seeing if they had somehow gotten the same drink. Tyra looked back at her, wondering if she was going to stare all day or drink. Lila got the message and meekly licked her drink.

“Well?” said Tyra.

“Apple juice,” said Lila with some embarrassment.

“Hmm,” said Tyra, “Must be whatever we like best.”

“I’m not a child!” said Lila, “I can drink ****!”

Tyra then watched as her empty glass refilled itself in her hand.

“You can try some of mine if you want,” said Tyra.

“Oh!” said Lila, “I… thank you Tyra.”

The other girls then gathered around the bar and grabbed glasses. Angelica and Athalia both grabbed wine glasses while Christina grabbed what seemed to her to be a normal glass. Angelica’s filled up with a red wine while Christina’s filled with a honey colored drink. They both tasted theirs.

“Oh, this is Andronian Red!” said Angelica, “This is the first thing I drank when I was invited to the king’s palace! It tastes just as good!”

“I think this is the village mead,” said Christina, “Or at least the one the local tavern lady made. I forget her name but I remember she mixed honey and berries into it. She once let me taste ale before I was old enough and I spat it back out! But when I came of age she gave me this and it was the first **** I actually liked. I couldn’t have any since I took the church’s oath. It’s as good as I remember.”

Angelica’s smile curled slightly downward and the wine glass dipped in her hand. “Your favorite drink is from the village? That’s nice. I kind of feel bad now.”

Christina looked at Angelica and smiled, relieved that she was speaking freely to her. “There’s nothing wrong with Andronian Red! It’s a lovely drink!”

“I know, but it’s a rich man’s drink,” said Angelica, “I was seduced by fancy new **** while you remembered the one from our roots. After all this time you are still so humble that…”

Angelica stopped, catching her own words and shoving them back down her throat. She put down the glass and backed up a few steps. Christina looked at her, concerned.

“Angelica?” said Christina.

“That aura thing, can you not turn it off?” said Angelica.

“I don’t know,” said Christina, “But that has nothing to do with this! We’re just talking! Giving compliments to each other!”

“No! I can feel this stupid curse gripping at me!” said Angelica, “These aren’t my words! It’s like they’re being **** out of me!”

“Not your words?” said Christina, “Do you need a curse to compliment your best friend?”

The two stood there staring daggers at each other. Both felt a small shame rising up inside them, but only one could be sure it was genuine. Then they heard a scoff. Athalia sat across the bar from them elegantly holding a glass of black liquid with little orange flames rising from the top.

“Looks like there’ll be another lover’s quarrel,” said Athalia, “Go ahead. I’m going to enjoy my damn hellfire wine in peace.”

She took a sip of her drink before exiting, going off in the direction of her quarters. Christina watched her, seeing the contempt in every step she took. It reminded her of what had just transpired between her and Angelica. She looked back to her friend and saw sorrow in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Christina,” said Angelica, “I don’t know what thoughts are my own anymore.”

Christina paused for a moment, looking at her humble favorite drink for a moment as she sat in thought.

“You know, I underestimated you in the end,” said Christina, “I didn’t think you had the strength to win but… you proved me wrong. And if you didn’t win, what I thought would happen, I… I… look, I just don’t want to lose my best friend, okay?”

Angelica stared into her eyes and nodded. “Me neither.”

They remained there in the quiet of the night, Tyra and Lila watching them intently.

“Look, why don’t we have a few more drinks,” said Christina, “I promise I’ll return whatever compliments you give me.”

Christina looked at her friend hopefully. Angelica opened her mouth, wanting to say something. But then the moment passed and she pushed the thought aside.

“Thanks, but I think I’ll drink alone for now,” said Angelica, “It’s not your fault. I just don’t want to find out what happens if I stay in that aura for too long.”

Angelica walked up, grabbed her drink, and started walking out towards the beach. Christina watched her depart with regretful eyes. She was hoping they could relax together like the old days. Unfortunately it would not be possible now, she thought. Daelana then took a seat next to Christina, grabbing a shot glass that was filled with a dark brown substance. Christina looked over.

“What did you get?” said Christina.

Daelana downed it with a wince. “I think it might be the **** we put on wounds.”

“Oh,” said Christina, “Um… are you okay sitting next to me?”

“Relax,” said Daelana, “I’ve gotten used to feeling inferior lately.”

That did not make Christina feel any better. She fiddled with her drink on the bar table next to Daelana. Though she felt bad for Daelana, she felt good to have someone standing by her side. Meanwhile, Malgor watched all this from a distance. He did not follow the girls to the bar. He simply wanted to see what drama unfolded. He was about to turn and head back to the castle when he heard Olga call out for him.

“Malgor!” said Olga, “Aren’t you going to join us?”

Malgor turned and saw Olga still clutching her daughter while said daughter desperately tried to crawl away.

“It is not my way to meddle amongst those ones,” said Malgor, “I’ll return to my keep where I’ll keep an eye on them.”

“What’s the rush?” said Olga, “Me and my daughter want to have a drink with the man who saved us!”

“I can speak for myself, mother!” said Yara, “But… yes that does sound nice.”

Olga giggled before letting go of Yara and skipping up to Malgor. She then pressed her body against him, placing her hands on his chest and looking up to him with a pleading smile.

“Please?” said Olga, “Don’t you want to share drinks with a naked lady?”

Malgor paused for a moment and then grumbled. He actually wanted to do it, and that took him by some surprise. To fraternize with these women, all of them, was something he hadn’t desired for some time now, but what was there to fear?

“One drink, and then I retire,” said Malgor.

“Lovely!” said Olga.

Olga grabbed both Yara and Malgor by the hands and began joyfully sauntering over to the bar. The remaining girls watched them approach. Lila trembled with fear while Tyra steeled herself. Christina noticed Olga’s large breasts bouncing freely and looked away shyly while Daelana stared at Malgor, unblinking. Olga sat down across from the other girls and grabbed a wine glass. It filled itself with a thick beige liquid. She smiled in wonder at it.

“Look at that magic!” said Olga, “That Helga is quite impressive, isn’t she?”

Daelana leaned over the bar. “What did you get?”

“This looks exactly like parata wine from the dungeon casks! Also known as **** wine!” said Olga, “It’s easy to make, gets you drunk twice as fast as normal wine, and it even stops you from getting pregnant!”

Olga winked at Malgor and began drinking the wine.

“Well, to be honest I don’t think we can get pregnant here anyways,” said Christina.

“Yeah, their magic stops it I’m sure,” said Daelana.

Olga places her glass down after downing the whole thing. Her face already had some color growing on it.

“Well, better safe than sorry!” said Olga.

Yara groaned and picked up a regular glass. It filled itself with a bright orange liquid with a lazy swirl of red at the top. She gasped in surprise.

“Well I’ll be… it’s the kick!” said Yara.

“The kick?” said Malgor.

“Special orc drink,” said Yara, “Strong **** mixed with cactus juice and a sprinkling of snake’s blood. The kick!”

Yara brings the drink to her throat. She downs a third of it before she coughs heavily and has to put it down again.

“Damn, I should’ve taken the small cup…” said Yara, still wheezing.

Malgor chuckled. “A warrior, but still a whimpering little woman underneath.”

“Hey!” said Yara, “You try this stuff!”

Malgor gladly took the glass and drank some of it himself. He could feel the burning sensation she spoke of in all of its intensity, but it didn’t seem to affect him as much. It was more like he comprehended how bad it was supposed to be without the attached suffering. Yara was surprised.

“I should’ve known!” said Yara, “You really must’ve been the orc god in your world if you can drink that without so much as a twitch!”

“I should’ve made more orcs like you,” said Malgor.

Yara stopped for a moment, overwhelmed by his simple words. She looked up at him with an almost innocent look, not of a warrior but of a girl who didn’t quite know what her own feelings were. He smiled back at her with confidence, taking another sip. She shook off the moment of vulnerability and took the glass back from him.

“You grab a glass now,” said Yara, “I want to see what your drink is.”

Malgor hesitated. “First, I want to see how your mother handles the kick. See how much of an orc she truly is.”

“Fair enough. I’m curious too.” said Yara. “Mom?”

Yara looked to either side but Olga was nowhere to be seen. She then looked over to Christina and noticed something tugging at her side. Christina felt the same and looked down. There was Olga, crawling on the floor, face flushed with red, an empty glass in her hands, pulling at Christina’s thighs.

“He he he,” said Olga, “You’re very pretty, blondie…”

“Oh!” said Christina nervously, “Uh… thanks?”

“You’re even prettier than me!” said Olga, “You should be my mistress!”

Olga then clumsily leaned down and began kissing Christina’s thigh. Christina blushed bright red and began weakly pushing at Olga, trying to get her to get off.

“There’s no need for that!” said Christina.

“Don’t be like that!” said Olga, “Let me serve you as your humble, naked ****!”

Olga continued to kiss Crhistina’s thigh, working her way closer and closer to her pussy. Just as her tongue touched the tip of her chainmail panties, Christina jerked involuntarily.

“Eep!” she yelled, “Wait a second! You’re really drunk! You’re…”

“Why are you resisting, Christina?” said Malgor.

Christina was silenced and she slowly turned to face Malgor who looked right into her eyes. She felt his presence, something she didn’t normally feel on the island. It was strange sitting across from him like this. Not in his room, not on his turf, and yet all of his power could still be felt. It was overbearing, and she knew this must be what the aura felt like for the other girls. It certainly wasn’t an unpleasant feeling.

“You are my herald now,” said Malgor, “Being a servant of mine entitles you to certain… pleasures.”

Christina could hear her own breathing since it was so heavy. She looked down and saw Olga submissively lapping at the spot between her legs, looking up at her with a gentle smile. She couldn’t deny how good it felt. Still, she wouldn’t dare speak it aloud. Even now it was far too shameful to admit. Malgor noticed and then looked over to Daelana who was watching this. He saw Daelana see Olga’s display and noticed the faintest hint of red forming on her cheeks.

“Daelana,” said Malgor, “Want to earn some points?”

Daelana immediately turned to Malgor, caught off guard. “What?”

“Olga, you are a teacher of slaves, yes?” said Malgor, “Show Daelana how to please Christina.”

“Oh, with pleasure my lord!” said Olga.

“Wait, what are you trying to do?” said Daelana.

Olga rose from the ground and stumbled onto Daelana, grabbing her hands and bringing her to stand up.

“Hey!” said Daelana, “What is this?”

“Better do as I say,” said Malgor, “After all that hard work it’d be a shame for you to lose points now.”

Daelana looked at Malgor and made a small, angry sound behind her lips. She looked between him, Olga, and Christina with a stubborn look. She then let out a large sigh, giving in as she glared at Olga.

“What do you want me to do?” said Daelana.

Olga beamed as she pulled Daelana to position her standing in front of Christina. Olga positioned herself behind Daelana, placing her hands on her hips. Malgor leaned back to watch. Yara also took an interest, leaning by his side to see what he saw.

“There’s a special dance slaves do to show their submission,” said Olga, “Given that you’re wearing **** clothes right now, it will be quite fitting! Firstly, get on your knees, kiss your mistress’ foot, and ask her permission to dance.”

Daelana shot Olga an angry look, offended at the audacity of the demand. Then she looked at Christina who stared at her wondering if she was actually going to do it, perhaps even hoping for it. Daelana couldn’t tell, but the possibility bubbled in her mind. It stoked the part of her that started to feel more and more at the paladin’s mercy, and the possibility to enjoy a moment for both of their pleasures became more and more tempting. Weakness seemed to take her knees as she fell down to them on her own accord. Shaking as she considered why she was even doing this, she bent her form over and down to her foot. Christina did not move an inch. Daelana planted a soft and supple kiss on Christina’s foot. Malgor watched on with increasing interest.

“May I dance… mistress?” said Daelana.

Christina met Daelana’s **** eyes. The paladin in her own desperation looked up at Malgor. He smiled a dark smile at her, clearly pleased with the display. Christina closed her eyes, chastising herself for feeling validation from that smile. But she nonetheless looked back down to Daelana.

“Yes, you may,” said Christina.

Seeing this, Tyra awkwardly rose from her seat. She reached her hand out to Lila.

“I think things are about to get weird here,” said Tyra, “Call it a night?”

“Sure…” said Lila.

She took Tyra’s hand and they walked off, but Lila couldn’t help but look behind them as they went along, trying to see what Olga and Daelana were doing.

“Now rise,” said Olga.

Daelana slowly did as she was told, rising to her feet as she held her hands together before her like a lost child. She avoided eye contact, for the first time seeming shy to Christina. Olga placed her hands under Daelana’s arms and lifted them above her head.

“Raise your arms like so, then shake your hips like so,” said Olga.

Olga slid her hands down Daelana’s sides until they landed on her hips again. She then pushed those hips from side to side, urging Daelana to sway. Daelana followed, awkwardly at first but soon getting into a rhythm of her own. She looked at Christina, her mouth hung open with heavy breaths as she felt her body on display.

“Now turn around, show off that sweet ass!” said Olga.

Daelana did as she was told. Olga kept her hands on Daelana’s hips, ensuring that she continued to shake them. Daelana now faced Malgor and clearly saw the amusement on his face as he leaned back to watch. Daelana could swear that steam was rising from her belly. She had spectators on all sides watching her lurid display, and she wasn’t even sure if she cared. Christina for her part let her eyes travel up and down Daelana’s body. At first she tried not locking them upon her swaying bottom but with each motion she saw Malgor’s words echoed in her mind, telling her to let go, to enjoy herself. With each reminder, her gaze loosened and allowed her to stare at her friend’s ass.

“Now start taking off these clothes,” said Olga.

Olga reached for the strap on Daelana’s **** bra. Daelana felt a chill as she felt Olga’s finger press into her back and under the string maintaining her modesty. She wanted to lash out, slap the orc behind her before she unveiled her. But she was looking right into Malgor’s eyes. He gazed back at her, unmoving, delight apparent in his smile. He was doing nothing but watching. He was being merciful. Daelana thought this to herself, and the fear of losing that mercy, that favor from him, petrified her in place as she let the strap come undone and allowed Olga to slide the bra down her supple shoulders, revealing her breasts once more to him. Daelana saw Malgor’s eyes tilt down to her chest, not hiding his lust for even a moment. She felt the erotic gaze of her enemy on her and couldn’t help but feel aroused.

“Bottoms off too,” said Olga, “Trust me, you’ll feel much better without anything on!”

Olga knelt at Daelana’s feet and grasped her panties, sliding them down her legs and exposing her peachy butt to Christina. Christina’s mind was now racing with so many conflicting thoughts that she started to grow numb to it, and in her numbness instinctively leaned forward and licked the edge of her lips with hunger. She caught herself doing this and gasped, shocked at her own involuntary lust. Olga smiled and turned Daelana around. Daelana found herself pulled from Malgor’s eyes and towards Christina’s. Christina saw the blush on the dark knight’s face, her brows tilted with unbecoming worry. Christina never thought that she’d see the feared elven warrior like this, and the rareness of the sight caused a heat in her womanhood. She could admit even to herself how erotic it was.

“Go to her and continue!” said Olga.

The orc slapped Daelana’s rear and sent her forward with a jolt. She approached Christina who awkwardly met her gaze. Daelana clasped her hands together, standing completely naked in front of a friend not for any dramatic reason, not because she was stripped by an enemy or by circumstance, but simply because she allowed it. It made her heart beat as loud as a drum. Olga put her hands on Daelana’s hips again, and strangely it seemed to soothe her, give her a sense of direction. Without Olga even moving her hands, Daelana began to sway her hips again. Her shyness faded into a strange confidence as her eyelids narrowed and she bit her lower lip with an erotic flair. Christina was mesmerized, and Daelana knew it. The elf could feel her own pride shriveling up in comparison to Chrsitina’s. The more time she spent naked in her presence, the more she felt like it was the way things were meant to be.

Suddenly those feelings reached a breaking point as Daelana pulled herself from Olga’s grasp and sat herself down on Christina’s lap facing her. Christina gasped as Daelana suddenly came close enough to feel her own breath. Their faces were inches away like that night in the desert. But this time there was nothing to interrupt them. Daelana began swaying her hips while on Christina, grinding into her. Christina let a moan escape from her, feeling the heat in her loins being satisfied by Daelana’s movements.

Olga watched on excitedly. She didn’t attempt to hide her hand as it reached down to her pussy. But before she blatantly touched herself, she found herself wanting more. She circled around the bar back over to where Malgor and Yara were voyeuristically sitting. She knelt down at Malgor’s feet, lovingly lifted his foot, and planted a sultry kiss on it.

“Master, may I give you a dance too?” said Olga.

“Make it a good one,” said Malgor.

“Malgor!” said Yara, “I don’t want to watch my mom do that!”

“You’re part of a harem now, dear,” said Olga, “You shouldn’t be selfish like that!”

Olga rose up, running a finger along Malgor’s side as he watched her. She licked her lips before raising her hands above her head and moving her hips with practiced precision. With each sway she bucked her hips with **** to the side, letting her whole nude body jiggle before him. Malgor watched, amused and entranced as she turned around and did the same with her ass, shaking it vigorously for the dark lord. Yara did her best to remain close to Malgor but look away.

From the other side, Daelana picked up her pace. She moved her hips in circles upon Christina’s crotch, driving her body more and more into her. Even with no one guiding her, she felt a feeling, a presence goading her on. Each moment felt more right than the last. Each shame was less apparent with every passing second. Soon she had wrapped her arms around Christina and was moaning in her ear. Christina closed her eyes, slowly letting pleasure consume her. As Daelana embraced her, Christina looked over her shoulder. She saw Malgor and Olga across from her.

Olga turned to face Malgor and climbed on his lap. Like with Daelana, she began grinding into him but without the buildup from shyness. Olga was ready to please him with vigor from the start. She cried out loudly as she spun her hips on his crotch and pressed herself against the manhood growing behind his pants.

Christina gasped as she saw the lewd display. Olga completely nude on top of Malgor. She imagined that was how Daelana looked on her from his eyes. His eyes. She noticed that he was staring at her as she did so to him. Their pupils locked onto each other. Christina could feel the building pleasure as Daelana rubbed into her pussy and it overwhelmed her whole body. But for her sight, she could only see Malgor smiling at her. Watching her with glee on his face. It was so obvious he enjoyed what he saw. Somehow that made it even better in Christina’s mind.

Daelana slowed down as she realized her moans were falling on deaf ears. She looked at Christina’s face and she was staring right past her. Following her eyeline, it was clear to Daelana who she was looking at. A deep shame and anger welled up inside of the dark knight. She had lost herself in the pleasure and yet she wasn’t receiving any attention from her paramour. Christina’s ignorance fueled growing feelings of self doubt and inferiority in Daelana. If she couldn’t have her eyes on her, she wasn’t worthy of anything. Daleana stood up and forcefully grabbed the chair the two of them sat upon and spun it around. Christina yelped as she was suddenly facing away from Malgor. Daelana then stomped back to her and sat upon her lap again, grabbing her face and pulling it close to hers.

“Don’t look at him,” she said between moans, “I’m doing this for you. Look at me!”

Daelana swung her hips with reckless abandon, grinding even harder into her. Christina let out a loud moan as the pleasure was even greater than before. It caused her head to lean back as she stared into the night sky, letting her cries fill the air. But it was too late. Christina couldn’t think of anyone else but Malgor, the one who approved this, the one who ordered this pleasure. She could still feel his eyes on him from behind her. Each wave of ecstasy that coursed through her body from Daelana’s moves was granted by him, she knew. It was almost like a reward.

“Thank you…” Christina let slip from her tongue.

Daelana smiled, her cheeks turning red. Her words made her feel worthy. She leaned down closer to her, her lips brushing against Christina’s cheek. She wanted to show her gratitude, to become one with someone as admirable, as superior as Christina. But then she saw Malgor from across her. Olga had turned around, rubbing her ass on his crotch and giving Daelana an unobstructed view of her nude front. But Malgor’s eyes were far more intense to her. She cursed internally as she could no longer blame Christina for being so captivated. The way he stared at her with such satisfaction, like she was giving him exactly what she wanted, was unnerving. Daelana looked down at Christina, seeing the pleasure in her face. Her eyes were closed, and tears were streaming down her face. Daelana’s stomach dropped. She could see it written all over her face. She was still thinking about him.

More shame and anger stirred in Daelana, and this time the anger started to win out. Her arms, shaking with rage, reached out and grabbed her chainmail bra and ripped it off. Christina’s eyes opened as her breasts jiggled freely. Not a second after Daelana grabbed her nipples and pinched them between her fingers. Christina screeched as the pleasure was circumvented by pain.

“Daelana!” yelled Christina, “What are you doing?”

“Look at me!” said Daelana, “I’m your faithful servant! Look at me!”

Daelana looked across the way and met Malgor’s eyes once again. Him and Olga both stared at her, Olga clearly aroused by the scenario as she reached forward to touch herself. Malgor’s face did not change. He still enjoyed what he was seeing. As she saw this, Daelana also felt more pleasure build up deep within herself, adding to the pleasure she was already feeling. Pinching Christina started to make her go mad with lust. Under Malgor’s gaze, Daelana bit the tip of her tongue, panted heavily, and began slowly twisting Christina’s breasts. The more Christina screamed, the more Daelana moaned, which led her to gaze back at Malgor and urged her to keep going further and further and further.

“Get off of me!” yelled Christina.

The voice rattled Daelana’s very bones, like the voice of a god, or what an angry parent’s voice would sound to a child. Primordial fear took hold and she let go of Christina and fell backwards onto the sand. She looked up at Christina. She was so wrapped up in her joy that the thought that she had upset one as holy as Christina hit her like a hammer. She started shaking and crawled at Christina’s feet, bowing down.

“I’m sorry…” said Daelana. “Please forgive me…”

Christina was also shaken. Seeing the dark knight act like this was so unusual. Had she really changed that much? No… it was this aura. This blessing was changing how everyone acted around her and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Perhaps no one would be the same around her ever again. She hyperventilated, overtaken with dark thoughts. It was too much for her, and she ran from the beach without a word. The others watched silently as she hurried to her quarters and out of sight. Daelana’s shaking steadied and stopped. Her feelings of inferiority started fading. She noticed how her former reverence was almost gone, but the shame of what happened remained.

Daelana danced for Christina. +8 VP.

Daelana was not allowed to finish. -3 VP.