Interlewds

“Okay before we go our separate ways we should all go to the Pavillon so we can strategize our builds.” In response to Gabe’s commands all the girls went in opposite directions disproving the illusion that he had any sort of control over them. He grumbled with a soft frustration and to keep from being completely emasculated added “Senator that’s an order.”

The goblin froze in her spot, and whipped around to face him. Panicking, sweating, and nervously laughing she rubbed the back of her head. “Y-yes of course master!”

He noticed a few girl give him an upset look at him ordering Daisy around, but everyone scattered before they got caught in the fire. “Senator you don’t have to call me that, Gabe is fine.”

“Hahaha okay, yeah sorry it just kind of slipped out.”

Gabe was still sitting on his throne, his mind was a blender of thoughts. “When I commanded you just now, could you resist it?”

“N-no Mas- erm Gabe. It felt like I was a dog and you pulled on my leash to make me stop walking… so strong, and commanding, and virile.” She blushed and squeezed her legs together.

Gabe blushed and looked away, half chubbed up. “Okay, thank you for that colorful description.” He looked to the goddess still at his side. “Can I go, or do you have any more surprises for me?”

Skye brimmed with a smile. “Be free, princeling. More work on the morrow, but tonight you enjoy your harem, such as it is.” She gave a coy look to Daisy, and vanished.

Gabe looked to the goblin who was nervously petting her own ears. “Don’t worry I’m not going to go right into the sex stuff. Let’s just ease into things.”

“You can if you want to!” Daisy seemingly blurted that out, because she instantly clamped her hands over her mouth in horror.

Gabe laughed it off. “Well I also need to ease into things, so let’s just see where our shopping trip goes.”

This seemed to put the tiny creature at ease. Her simmering pit of anxiety lessened, and she joined the prince at his side.

——-

The Pavillion was an exciting and fantastic market at the heart of Gabe’s palace. Many tents and stalls and shops filled the grounds of this extended garden. More ancestries than what he’d seen in his court held market here. Fairy Folk sold tricks and pranks, kobolds sold enchanted jewels, and one surly ogre stood guard in front of a pyramid of cages filled with slaves from around the world.

“Some fantasy.” Gave muttered as he looked at the blushing empty eyed people within. They all blushed at his attention and pressed themselves against the bars, drooling and smiling at him.

“Yeah!” Daisy agreed poking one whimpering **** with a stick. She giggled with cruel delight.

“Hey!” He snatched the stick out of her hand. “What are you doing?”

Daisy whimpered like a kicked dog and looked three times as pathetic as the **** she’d been tormenting. “Poking?”

Gabe sighed, he was going to have a problem with Daisy, she was so cute and nervous around him, he just wanted to pick her up and protect her. “Well don’t.” Gabe looked up at the Orge, just as puny to him as Daisy was to Gabe. “Hey! Ugly, free them right now!”

The ogre looked down at him and snorted, his only response.

“Is there a problem your majesty?”

Gabe’s skin crawled. “I should have known this was you, Illumi.” He turned to face the one person in this world he’d identified as his enemy. The High Priestest of the Drow smiled down at him.

“I should have known they’d entice you.” Illumi husked. “We drow are the finest slavers in the world. Look at these wretches once willfull wastes of potential. Now thoughtless fonts of devotion.” The slaves in the cage reached out for Daisy and Gabe they hungrily licked the bars. “With my help your princesses could look like this.”

To his shame Gabe saw his team in those cages. Naked, eager, more like pets than people, and it excited him so. “I don’t want that, and I don’t want you selling slaves in my palace. Free them.”

“Oh you are cruel, these animals are heavily domesticated. They’d die without a master.” The cruel white thing looked heartbroken by the thought. “Come stop acting righteous, let me show you the treasures your compromise has bought you.”

“Let’s at least look at what she has.” Daisy grabbed Gabe’s hand and pulled him forward.

Illumi began to lead Gabe through a section of the Pavillion color coordinated to her people’s colors, purple and black. “Come see what my people have to offer your kingdom.” She began the tour. “Of course we have slaves of every color and shape, pleasure slaves, battle slaves, servants and thralls. We give you access to our potions, and weapons but most of all, we give you…” Illumi brushed her hands along a few silver stands of fabric being woven by a drow. “Spider silk.”

“Sounds sticky.” Daisy reached out to touch the material.

“Woven from our divine spiders, it is nearly weightless, yet tough as leather. In other words:”

Spider Silk Armor

Weight: 0 Ac Bonus: 1 Cost: 3Bp

Gabe squinted his eyes in thought. “It gives the same protect as light armor, but weighs nothing.”

“Correct. Now you can garb all your mages in armor and still allow them access to other items.”

“Hmm.” He stared at Daisy for a moment and her character sheet appeared above her head. She was so pitiful she couldn't even wield a knife without both hands. She could pretty much only equip one item with her single point of strength. This one was a no brainer. "Okay, we'll take one of those and a knife. Senator pay the lady."

"Waaaaaaah!" Daisy cried. Gabe turned and saw that Daisy had her arms wrapped up in a loom of spidersilk. "Umm," she giggled nervously. "A little help?"

Lana skipped over to her sister as the two of them left the main hall. "Hey Anna, wanna go check out our rooms?" The tanned blonde saddled on up next to her paler sister.

Anna shifted away from her sister, and leaned up against against a wall. "Lana leave me alone, I need some time to game this all out."

Rude. "Are you mad at me for this morning? That wasn't me, not really. Besides it's not like you actually think Gabe is a god."

Anna huffed. "Lana I'm serious, I just need some quiet."

"What the hell do I need then?" Lana flailed her arms. Once again her sister was pushing her away so she could go off into her own little world.

Anna rolled her eyes and gave her own dramatic gesture of annoyance. "Fine, let's go check." She huffed and walked off ahead of Lana, making sure there was nothing sweet about her victory.

Lana just sighed and followed along. As she walked through the palace she couldn't help but notice many coy and interested looks cast her way. A day ago the modest Texas woman would have blushed, and looked away. Now as if on instinct she rolled her shoulders back, and returned each look with a smile or knowing wink.

"Excuse me!" She called ahead to one of the servants on the palace, before her sister could get to him.

The young man gave a regal bow that made Lana giggle. Besides the horror of all this, it was kind of funny to see these people act like this. "Yes ma'am?"

"Can you take us to our room?"

The man thought about this for a second and nodded his head. "Gladly, but I'm afraid you're each in separate rooms."

"They gave us different rooms?" Lana asked.

Anna cocked an eyebrow. "Doesn't putting the sisters in the same room make sense?"

The assistant shrugged. "Don't ask me."

"Who are we lumped with?"

The man checked a small scroll from his pocket. "Lady Ana Merah is assinged to suite 1 with Lady Daisy Fatbutt."

"The senator." Anna whispered under her breath.

"Tough luck!" Lana laughed. "Honestly she kind of creeps me out."

"I know what you mean. No only is she a tiny green weirdo now, she's also my boss... just great."

Lana giggled at the despairing look on her sister's face. She wasn't the best in social situations to start with, her team mates she could have dealt with, but the boss was another story. "Yeah I can't really think of anyone I'd like to sleep with less." She turned towards the herald. "Who am I with?"

"Lady Lana Merah will be with Lady Hilda Pyroklept in room four."

Now it was Anna who assaulted her sisterous with an uproaring laugh. The bard sighed, and finally returned her shoulders to their usual slumped position. "Me and my big mouth..."

“Jasmine!” Precious waved the big green winner over to the bar. Night and Hilda were both with her, each sampling what passed for cocktails in this place. “Come on, we’re having a team huddle.”

The orc took a step forward when another voice bellowed for her. “Jasmine!” It was one of the orcs from her memories, from this world. Fox Glove… her sister. “Where have you been hiding? Dine with us!” She triumphantly lifted a pitcher of wine.

Jasmine found herself stepping towards them eagerly, by the time she heard the grumbling of her teammates behind her she’d decided that for tonight she wanted to run away from all of this.

“There’s the star of the show!” Jasmine was pulled down onto the bench at the dining table and swarmed with slaps, and sisterly punches from everyone within reach.

She sunk into it like a comfortable glove. This was better than whatever jealous or spiteful welcome she was going to get at the bar.

“You must be cursed.” A familiar looking orc purred, sitting close to Jasmine and stealing a kiss from her. Their tusks clanked gently. “You just can’t wrestle with someone without the falling in love with you.”

Jasmine supposed she could strike kissing a girl from her bucket list. “I thought you’d be jealous…”

Juniper laughed, Jasmine could recall her name now. “I’m only Jealous that it was you up there. To be in The Quest is an honor, I won’t allow jealousy to blunt your performance.”

“Hey now!” Fox glove threw her arm around Jasmine and pulled her away from Juniper. “I won’t let her steal you away from me tonight little sister!”

A jug was placed before Jasmine as well as a whole roasted chicken sitting in a sea of mashed potatoes and greens. Her stomach growled, she ripped off a leg and gave chomped into the juicy meat. As she chewed a Juniper happily pour wine into her mouth. She swooned at the attention being lavished upon her. It reminded her of the Olympics.

“So sister, what did you think of your first man? Did it match your expectations?”

Jasmine snorted. “We’re calling that a man now?”

The table burst into hysterics. It vibrated with the banging of green hands. Juniper picked the now bare drumstick from Jasmine’s hand, and gnawed on it playfully. “I don’t know, you looked fairly in love to me.”

“That’s my sister!” Fox Glove sloshed her jug. “She could look in love wrestling a goat.”

“I’ll try not to take offense to that.” Juniper winked.

“It was fun.” Jasmine started in on her second leg. “How about that?”

“She’s smiling!” Juniper teased, and kissed Jasmine on the cheek.

Foxglove gave a low giggle. “Perhaps the prince bested you afterall!”

Jasmine growled and put her sister in a headlock. “Comedy doesn’t suit you General!” She rubbed Focgloves blue hair with a balled fist. “You’re too pretty to be making jokes!”

Foxglove took her noogie with grace. “By that logic you’d be the funniest woman on this island!”

Jasmine joined in on the laughter, and tightened her grip on her sister. “Oh now you’re going to get it!”

——

“The jock in her natural habitat.” Night watched as the orcs devolved into a drunken giggling brawl.

“I’d be squashed!” Precious shivered as the watched the muscular women make a mess of the dining hall.

Night smiled. “How are you enjoying life down there?”

Precious shrugged. “The memories are incredible, I’m still working on being a three foot tall hourglass. I mean you survived being this short, so that’s no big deal, but my ass and tits are WAY too big for me now.”

Night scowled. “Watch it.” Night licked her lips. “Being Drow has taught me a thing or two about teaching the lesser races some respect.”

Precious put her hands on her wide hips. “Are you really about to talk to me about lesser races?”

Night blushed. “Oh… oh! No I’m sorry that was…”

“Bitch talking to me about these upity halflings, I see now.”

“Precious, I didn’t mean it, that was the drow talking!”

Precious tsked and took a swig of her pint. “I’m messing with you.” Precious flashed Night a winning smile, then lowered her voice into a gentle whisper. “How were they, the drow? Judging by the way you were brought in…”

“They’re horrible.” Night shrugged. “At least in my real life I got be adopted out of my birth country. I’m sorry, I don’t want to talk about it.” She took a long swig of the black ichor she’d been nursing. “They’re just… I was raised with them…so I think you’d be more disturbed than I’m comfortable with if I told you what my life was like.”

Precious frowned. “It’s fucked up that we just had a life time of memories and trauma thrown onto us in a day.”

Night raised an eyebrow. “I thought you said you liked your life.”

Precious blushed. “That’s not the point.” She went to put a comforting hand on Night, but was brushed aside. Self consciously she drew her hand back. “You never opened up to us on Earth, but we’re a team now more than ever. If there’s something bothering you, you can tell us.”

Night shook her head. “I’m fine.” She looked up at Hilda. “You’re being quiet.”

The red head smiled and sipped her tea. “I’m just trying to figure out my dynamic in this group it’s been a while.”

Night smirked. “You’re the annoying little sister.”

Hilda chuckled. “I’m afraid I’m ill suited to that role now.”

“What happened to you?” Precious asked. “It’s like you’re still stuck in this world.”

Hilda’s smile wavered. “I’m not stuck, I remember the house, our match and everything, but I’ve lived three hundred years as an elf. Even if it is just a half life, that’s still almost ten times as long as when I was human.”

Night shrugged. “I’m sixty, I just ignore the other stuff it’s no big deal.”

“Talk to me when you’re three hundred sweetie.” Hilda sighed. “I know it would be more comfortable for everyone if I went back to being the junior of the team, but my time here is more than just… time. I’ve gained maturity, and confidence, and I dare say wisdom from my experience. I can’t simply pretend that that hasn’t happened.”

Precious nodded. “it’s just a big change, we all liked the way you were.

Hilda smiled again, reinvigorated by the kind words. “Well I like to think I’m not entirely unlikeable as I am now.” She paused to allow Precious a guilty smile. “But you have to understand, the girl you knew was so consumed by insecurity she had to break up a relationship to give herself value.” She pouted. “Will you promise to at least try to be happy that she’s found some happiness, even if it means she’s a cranky old lady now?”

Precious smiled. “I guess I’ll try.”

Night spoke up. “But I’m not sold in the old lady part, you still look younger than Jasmine.”

Hilda snickered. “Oh put me in a comfy chair and you’ll see and old woman.” Her eyes glinted. “Or better yet, let me tell you about my grand babies.”

——-

“And you wanted to quit!” Vera’s mother pinched her cheek and ladled more gravy over her vegetables. Needless to say her parents had been quite pleased with her performance. It’s equally needless to say that they saw room for improvement. Second place wasn’t first, now was it?

“Yes mother.” Vera scarfed her meal. “No one should ever question your wisdom again.”

“Ignoring the sarcasm, because it’s true!” Her mother sang.

Vera’s father, Varaly Hammertits thundered his own commentary. “Not to mention you were assigned as the treasurer! That shows a lot of trust! More than that handsy orc, for sure.”

“What kind of lady would behave that way on her first meeting with a man? It’s shameful.”

Vera just blushed and filled her face. Her encounter with Gabe hadn’t been exactly chaste…

“Plus he signed your little book.”

Her father perked up, “Oh, an autograph?”

Vera scowled. “It’s not a little book, it’s The Code of Gabe, it’s all his wisdom and glory in print. And he didn’t sign it, he gave me an Edict on how to better live my life.”

“See?” Her mom gushed. “Isn’t that nice?”

Varaly nodded. “You must have just missed the Orc.”

“Mhm!” Her mom chirped, dished Vera her third plate. “You’ll beat her next time.”

“Next time for sure.”

Her mother emptied the gravy boat out on Vera’s plate. “You probably just lost a few points for slouching.”

——-

“What’s that filthy thing doing in the room?” Anna came out of the bathroom with a scowl on her face.

The senator yipped and jumped off her bed. “I’m sorry! I’ll sleep outside!” She grabbed a pillow and went for a blanket.

“Not you.” Anna squeaked, running in front of the door before Daisy could escape. “The cat.” She pointed towards the hissing black creature on her bed.

“Oh!” Daisy laughed. “I knew that… um that’s my familiar. He followed me here.”

“You should fuck her.” The cat said in Daisy’s mind, in a French accent.

“He’s nice.”

Anna shook her head. “I’m allergic to cats. I break out in hives, I’m really sorry but he has to sleep outside.”

“Oh!” Daisy scrambled to get the cat outside.” It scratched and launched a fusilage of French slurs at her before she got him out. “Sorry sorry sorry!” Daisy bowed before Anna.

Anna cringed at how awkward the goblin was. “It’s okay, here…” she knelt down to get in Daisy’s level. “He knicked you.”

“Yeah I should have told Gabe i wanted the rabbit…”

Anna closed her eyes and focused. “Only our master may mar our flesh. Gabe if these wounds displease you, banish them now!” A golden burst of light shone between her hands, and when it died down, the cat scratches were gone. Anna smiled feeling the easy piety of her other self fill her. “Looks like Gabe did not think you deserved that scratch.”

“Neat magic.” Daisy pet her hand, jealous of such pretty tricks. They could make a strong pair. “Thank you.”

Anna nodded. “Thank you for getting rid of the cat. Did Gabe get him for you?”

“Yeah we went shopping, he brought me by the familiar shop and told me to pick one out.”

“Did he do anything to you?” Anna’s social graces reared their head. Sad to say, but she didn’t trust Gabe not to have his way with Daisy if he had the chance. Lord knows she’d let the breeze fuck her if it brushed her tenderly enough.

Daisy blushed and threw herself against the opposite wall. “Nonononono! Hahaha no never! That’s crazy he was a perfect gentleman! He would never lower himself by sleeping with a stinky honry goblin like me!”

Anna shook her head in amazement. “Senator you’re really buried deep in there aren’t you?” There was hardly any of her old boss in there.

Daisy cringed and let her shoulders slump. “Oh… you um… you noticed?”

——-

Night watched her halfling companion teeter on her stool. Grandma was gone, so now it was just the two of them. “So you have a foot fetish now?”

Precious sighed. “Could he have made me any more pathetic. Three foot tall and a foot fetish.”

“Don’t pout.” Night smiled, Precious was far too drunk to realize how snake-like it really was. “So do you like girl feet?”

“Yep, I’m bi-pedi now. I think it’s so Gabe and I could drool over them together.”

Night nimbly lifted a leg up onto the bar, and placed her foot in front of Precious. “What do you think of mine?”

Precious gulped. “Oh wow…” This was her first time actually seeing a foot in this new way.

“You’re supposed to be the smart one.” Night teased. “What do you think?”

The wizards mouth felt dry. “Um…” she put her hands in her lap and leaned forward.

“Did you say ‘yum?’l

“N-no! They’re cute, okay?”

Night giggled, another red flag Precious overlooked. “What makes a foot cute, what makes my foot cute?”

Precious chewed on her lip. “You’re teasing me.”

“Only a little.” She brought her other foot up and rubbed the halfling’s thick thigh. Now that was a high Dex score! “Come on, I gotta know what Gabe likes.”

It was a clever movie. Precious now had the shield of offer insight into Gabe’s sexuality and not her own. “Well… they’re so small, and dainty looking… and they’re so pale… and you have those sexy long toes.”

“Yeah…” Night encouraged her, the foot in precious’ thigh crept higher and higher. “What would Gabe like to do with them.”

Precious licked her lips. “P-probably kiss them.”

“Show me.”

Precious spring forward and pressed her lips to the top of Night’s foot. At the same time Night pressed her foot against Precious’ fun sized sex. There was a definite squish. Precious moaned. “Yeah, he’d probably like that too.”

“Good to know.” She slipped her foot up the band of Precious’ panties. “Get these off.” She whispered.

Precious groaned. “Come on, we’re not going to sleep with eachother…”

Night scoffed. “Why would I sleep with you? I’m not into this foot stuff it’s weird.”

Precious blushed. “This was a mistake.”

Night tugged on the shorty’s panties, but she had a lot of ass and thigh to overcome. “No mistake.” She pressed Precious to her seat, with her other foot. “This isn’t anything, we’re just playing around. Lighten up.”

Precious looked down at the yummy looking foot squeezed between her huge mounds. “Why do you want my underwear off?”

Night purred. “So I can get my toes all sticky with your juices… Gabe would like that, right?”

Precious gulped again and wiggled out of her underwear. “Yeah, but he’d probably want to lick your toes clean when you were done.”

Night deftly took hold possession of the panties, and checked Precious off of her list. Six to go. “Gosh, I have so much to learn.”

——-

“I have no pajamas.” Lana announced to herself as she wandered through the cavernous closet the palace had provided her. It had all her clothes from home, with room to grow. But it all seemed like overkill. There wasn’t that much fabric to store, it was a wardrobe of rags and ribbons.

‘We sleep in the nude’ a little voice reminded her.

Lana most certainly did not sleep in the nude. Her journey’s into the land of nod more often than not involved a Mod Psycho t shirt, and flannel pajama pants.

Still, just the thought of her lounging naked in bed seemed so sexy and confident.

No, she had a room mate, she couldn’t just lay around naked.

‘If she’s offended that’s her fault.’ The voice whispered.

Lana smiled and slipped out of her robe. It was like taking a deep breath. Confidence and comfort filled her body as if those thin strips of fabric had been weighing her down. “Much better.” She sighed like one did after taking their shoes off after a long day. This feeling settled the argument, there was no way she could put clothes on now.

She must have know there were cameras on her, because she strutted out of the closet with a roll of her hips. She was beaming and softly running her hands along her tan body. She tried to think of a time when she felt this good.

The room she shared with Hilda was a massive lounge decked with carpets, pillows and spacious oceanic beds.

The plan had been to slip into bed before Hilda, so she could avoid the elf, but it was doomed to failure. She was only half way to the bed when the door opened.

Hilda slipped inside, and screamed when she took notice of Lana. “Oh my dear! I’m so sorry.” She averted her eyes and raised her hands like a vampire protecting herself from the sun. “I’ll just step out while you get dressed.”

Lana smiled, feeling powerful and bold. “Oh no need, I’m going to sleep like this.”

Hilda blushed and looked to her feet. “Oh… that’s interesting.”

“Yeah, they don’t have any pj’s for me.” Lana shrugged and strutted off to her bed.

“Oh!” Hilda fidgeted with her gloves and walked towards her closet. “I have some sleeping gowns you could borrow. I don’t mind.”

Lana smiled and jumped in her bed. She moaned and closed her eyes. Like hell she was getting dressed the cool kiss of silk against her skin was divine.

“Yes, yes I have an adorable blue gown that I think will be lovely on you. Maybe a bit tall, but nothing wrong with a little modesty…” she vanished into her closet.

Lana snickered. Her memories from this world reminded her that elves were world renown prudes. Virgins was more like it. It was petty, but Lana decided that this would be a good way to **** her roommate. No one would get hurt, and in her own way she was getting **** for her sister.

“Here we go!” Hilda emerged with a gorgeous silk night down. Its skirt trailed to the floor, and its sleeves were full and puffy. It was gorgeous but decidedly unsexy. “I think this will just look lovely on…”

Lana had her eyes closed, and feigning a soft snore. She was a pretty good actor and found herself occasionally twitching as if under the sway of a dream.

Hilda gulped. “Um, Lana…” she whispered softly. “Lana I have your nightgown.”

Sleeping beauty yawn and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs slightly.

Even with her eyes closed, Lana could sense Hilda’s unease. “Ah, um yes, well… heh, sweet dreams.”

Lana then felt the dress being draped over her like a blanket. It was all she could do to keep from laughing.