Expectations and Explanations 3

Brynhilder is clearly uncomfortable being the only one of her kind in this gathering. She was also living up to the stereotype of dwarves being stoic keeping as tight a set of reins on her expression. However, she has he shield placed in front of her legs and is gripping her hammer tightly.

“Brynhilder” she jerks at her name in your voice.

“Yes me lord?” Her voice has a distinct burr to it.

“When you made your wish to me you were intoxicated, yes?”

“Ie, to me shame I was showing again I couldn’t hold my drink.”

You can hear the irritation in her voice.

“I see. Where my soul comes from, a contract or bargain made when one party is not in full control of their faculties can not be held as legally binding.” Her eyes harden as you speak. Your forepaw snaps up before she can speak, you need to get this out. “As such, while I can not reclaim what I gave you my honor demands something. I make this vow.

I shall make no claim on your heart, loyalty, or freedom until you feel I have earned them. Further, in recompense I will ensure that you have food, safety, and shelter here in this plain as long as you have need of them.”

Her hard look morphs to surprise then shock. “You’d do that, you would offer me better than a clan lord. Hospitality better than I could expect from my own kind.”

Her eyes are locked on yours as she speaks clearly trying to detect any hint of a lye. But, you can’t find what is not there.

“Lord dragon you offer me this because you say your honor demands it?”

A nod of confirmation.

“Well I made me bed.” Phrasing. “My ancestors and clan would be ashamed of he to let my fear stop my honor. You had no reason to grant a drunk dwarfs wish to be able to hold her liquor and all you asked in return was what amounts to a manage contract. I get the feeling you’ll shower your wives in attention and wealth. How did you put it? A dragon can’t be comfortable without some of his hoard in his grasp? My aunt had a dirty book or two about women who are claimed by dragons and she swore she knew one who claimed to be part of a dragons harem, said she was always bow legged and glowing when they ran into each other.”

“So no my lord you don’t get to ignore your deal with me. You will keep me and treat me as one of your wives, you will be the patriarch of our clan, you will keep me dressed in the best you can and when I’m ready you’ll screw me through the mattress until I don’t know my own name.”

By the time she finishes she is blushing red as beet and can’t meet anyones eyes.

You can barely keep from laughing at the young dwarf woman’s demands. She completely flipped the script. “Very well. When you are ready I will ensure all your demands are met.”

With Brynhilder satisfied about her deal you take a quick look around. Looks like there are only two women left who needed immediate attention.

You transfer your attention to the beautiful priestess Sofiel. “So you have the look of one who is convinced the are a sacrifice to a monster.”

“I have willingly offered myself to you in this bargain. You may have my body and I may even be **** by this pact to have some affection for you. But know my goddess will always be first in my thoughts and holds full claim to my soul. You may slake your lusts on my body, you may **** me to bend to your perverse will, you may even **** my womb to swell with your whelps and to have them nurtured by my breasts. You may take full advantage of that I am powerless and bound to your degenerate will. My goddess will clamp my pure soul in the end.”

You are momentarily speechless. Ok did not have that on the bingo card. Sephillia and Sakura are having to hold there hands over their mouth’s to keep from bursting out laughing. Most of the other women are looking on with some level of amusement and embarrassment.

You can’t help but notice the flush of the young priestess face and if that wasn’t clear enough your nose is telling you she is going to leave a noticeable puddle when she stands up.

“Sofiel, did you by chance come of age in a cloister?” You have to ask

“I was raised and trained by the sisters of merciful light in the high temple of the bright lady.” She seems so proud of her history

“There was a restricted section of the library or a hidden cash of books?” You see her falter for a moment, clearly you hit the mark.

“Ok, we’ll we can play out those scenes from those books you found, I’m not even surprised there us dragon kidnap and sex stories. However, I need to make you aware of something.”

Your comment seems to have snapped the young woman out of the horny feuge she was in.

“Magic is a form of energy, it can not be created or destroyed. When you wished for me to remove that young girls magical potential it had to go somewhere.”

“Oh, then you are even mightier than I suspected having absorbed her power and added it to your own.”

“Nope, her magic is that of a human and as such would be incompatible with a dragon.”

She is no fool despite her pussy hogging a fair bit of her mental bandwidth. It takes only a moment to comprehend what you are hinting at. Her face goes white and she tries to whisper a prayer. You can tell the instant her goddess notices her as she gasps and grabs her head in pain.

You are across the distance and pulling her from her seat and into your arms. She shrieks in despair, her goddess who had supposedly loved her. Whom she had been trained and conditioned to view as a supreme and constant existence had just rejected her and violently at that.

You held her safe as she fell apart.

“It was to save a life. I only wanted to save her. Why, why am I rejected. I didn’t seek magic I promise not to use it. My goddess please I have given you my all. Why!”

Again you hold a crying woman in your arms as everything she thought she new is rewritten. You watch as the faith crumbles. She must have had doubts for it to fall that fast. A foundation of sand.

After she cries for several minutes you hear her whisper a single word. “What?” “Josephine.”

You adjust her in your arms so she isn’t trying to talk through your fur.

“We were like sisters. We grew up together, helped each other with our studies. She was the most dedicated novitiate in the cloister. Then one day an inquisitor of the church came. There had been stories of one of the novitiates being blessed by the goddess to heal. They had a symbol of the goddess that had a strange glow. When it shown on Josephine she collapsed on the ground. It was said she was a which who had infiltrated our order. The next day she was burned at the stake in the courtyard. She wasn’t a which, she just wanted to help people. And the goddess approved of one o her faithful being burned alive for trying to help.”

You realize she must have had doubts about the faith of her goddess ever sense watching her childhood friend burned alive in front of her.

“Sofiel, when I came to this world I meet many of the deities. Your goddess would not eve approach me for the magic in my soul. I believe she either hates or fears magic, possibly both. I want you to take your time and think about how humans have been under the rule of her clergy. Have the grown and thrived or do they diminish and fade without magic in a world full of it. I will not question your faith but I do ask you to speak with your fellow magic humans Bixi and Azralynn to get a little perspective. And I do have some good news. Your new magic is similar in some ways to your original devine power. You will be a healer. I will try to find others to hep you learn to wield this new power to shield and heal if you wish.”

She looks up and you receive a teary nod, hopefully everything will be ok with your little healer.