Nillork Night

NARRATORS NOTE//: Hey everyone! Just a quick note. I got a really bad chest infection just a day before I was supposed to release this, but I couldn't even dare to look at my phone, so I'm sorry this is extremely late.

Hope you're all doing well!

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A FEW HOURS LATER:

Everyone is well-rested, and feeling a hell of a lot better than before they entered the hot spring.

"I'm just saying, nothing wrong with letting the girls out and letting the girls feel the girls, y'know?" Amilia says to a very confused Clarva.

"No, I really don't."

"Trust me, you really don't want to." Kyuala interjects before pushing her too-horny-for-her-own-good friend away from the half-giant, leaving Clarva even more confused as a tipsy Terra walks up.

"W-Would you like sum o' dis *hiccup* wine? It tastes sooo much like berries!"

Clarva chuckles. "It appears that you've drunk your fair share, elf. I think you should drink some water."

"No, no, no, ish okaay. Wine ish made wif water. Sooo, I'm alre- alred- I'm drinking water now!"

Clarva chuckles again. "Sure you are. Let's go get some actual water for you."

Clarva and Terra begin walking over to the table, or rather, Clarva guides Terra over to the table as the elf seems to be incapable of walking further than a few feet without tripping.

Over at the other end of the room, Amilia is watching Terra holding onto Clarva's massive bicep, and a burning feeling strikes her stomach.

"What's wrong, Ami? You look like you just ate a raw bhost pepper?"

"It's nothing." Amilia says before grabbing the nearest bottle of whatever and downing jt in one. Amilia wipes her mouth, feeling the burning of the liquor running down her gullet.

"What's wrong with Amilia?" John asks as he gives Kyuala a chalice.

"I think I have an idea." Kyuala replies, but to John, it's not really that much of an answer. However, he knows that prying an actual answer out of Kyuala is a fools errand.

In the middle of the room, against the far wall, Gilla has a bread roll in her hand.

"Okay! I'm gonna throw it up. Are you ready!"

Virra, who has bowstring drawn and an arrow at the ready, just smirks. "I'm always ready."

"Now!" Gilla calls as she tosses the bread roll up, almost hitting the ceiling before it begins to come back down.

Virra takes a moment, taking a quick breath before letting the arrow fly. The roll falls down, and well before it can hit the floor, the arrow pierces the bread, sticking it to the wall.

"Yullseye!" Virra calls out, earning cheers from everyone around her.

Sydna runs over, giving her sister a big hug. "I knew you could do it! You've got so much better since we last tried that!"

"The last time we did it was around seven winters ago. We got called wasteful for throwing all the bread rolls around like they were those bouncing balls."

Sydna laughs. "Oh, yeah. Mother was so annoyed that we used her and Father's bedroom door as a cushion for the arrows!"

"Good times." Virra says, collecting her arrow whilst removing the roll at the same time. She then breaks it into two pieces. "Want to share?"

Sydna takes the piece of roll, roasting it with Virra's before taking a bite as they head toward their seats.

Once the sisters have sat down, and are now refilling their chalices, Virra looks at her younger sister. "So, how's things been with Kova?"

Sydna takes a drink before putting her chalice down. "It's going surprisingly well. She apologized for how she acted in the past, and considering she's actually been talking with Gilla, it's been really nice to not be on a knife's edge with her."

Sydna then looks around, not seeing Gilla anywhere in the room. "Speaking of, where is my dear twin?"

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MEANWHILE:

Amilia is stumbling along the corridor towards her room with a bottle in hand, trying to escape to a quiet place after what she witnessed earlier. She's struggling a little bit because of the wine and the other **** she's currently pouring down her throat, but also because the corridors are almost identical.

She finally steps around the corner, and it looks vaguely familiar.

As she walks down said corridor, she hears a moaning sound, but she can't quite tell which room it is coming from, nor does she really give two shits, assuming it to be some of the workers.

"This has got to be it."

Amilia walks to the door, and grabs at the handle, and without a second thought, she opens up the door, and immediately sees something very surprising to say the least.

A butt-naked Oliver Markana currently balls-deep in a very excited Kova Tarron, who has her legs wrapped around Oliver. Both immediately stops upon hearing the door open, making eye contact with Amilia, who is just standing there with an amused expression.

"Well, this is definitely not my room." Amilia jokes.

"Clearly not! So, can you get OUT?!" Kova barks back, causing Amilia to laugh before she quickly leaves the room, closing the door as she does.

"Good for her. Maybe she won't be such a stuck-up cunt after getting some."

Amilia continues down the corridor before seeing a certain centaur standing out on the large balcony by her lonesome, and since she has nothing better to do, Amilia decides to join her.

Amilia opens the door, and Kira turns her head. "Oh, hello, Amilia. I thought you would've been celebrating with the others for a bit longer?"

"Nah, I needed a break from those lightweights."

Kira laughs. "People certainly don't drink like they used to. I remember everyone used to drink like they hadn't seen a drop of liquid in years."

"'Like they used to?' How old are you?" Amilia genuinely wonders, not seeing a single wrinkle on Kira's face.

"Old enough to know a different time, but not old enough that I can't compete when it comes to looks."

It's Amilia turn to laugh, not expecting the centaur to have a sense of humor whatsoever, and certainly not expecting her to have a good comeback at the ready.

"That was a good deflection, I'll give you that, but I'll get an answer outta you sometime."

"Not before you tell me what's bothering you." Kira responds, causing Amilia to stop whatever laugh was left, and almost want to retreat from the conversation immediately.

"Leaving won't do you any favours either." Kira continues, almost like she knew exactly what Amilia was going to do.

"So, do all centaurs have some freaky mind reading powers? Or are you one of the few freaks?"

"Well, I'm certainly a freak, but just not in that way. So, what is eating at you?"

Amilia sighs. "It's what's not eating me that's the issue."

Kira tilts her head. "A matter of someone then."

Amilia doesn't respond, instead, she opts to take a swig from her bottle.

"Ahh, unrequited love and jealousy. It's definitely a dangerous combination."

"Yeah? What the fuck would you know?" Amilia spits.

Kira chuckles. "I would know a lot as a matter of fact. See, before you were even thought of, I was a young woman. I had my eyes on this man, and I thought he was perfect. He was attractive, nice hair, eyes, could sing with the best of bards, and it seemed as if almost everyone within the continent was smitten with him. However, my friend couldn't give a ratfolk's ass about him."

Kira stops to laugh for a moment. "She thought he was gaudy, pompous, and just generally an arsehole. She wasn't wrong, but he had something that pulled you towards him. It wasn't until one night while our group was relaxing in the tavern when he walked up to my friend. He introduced himself, turned the charm up tenfold, and made sure she could see his sun-kissed skin."

"And she fucked him on the table, and you got yer feelings hurt. Good story." Amilia interrupts.

"Not quite, so let me continue." Kira responds. "Anyway, she had no time for his games, and tried to shoo him away like you would a fly. It didn't work, and he eventually took her hand before leaning in closer. When I saw that, I felt my insides boil. I had suddenly felt jealously like I never had before, and it was horrible. However, it was at that moment that I realised that I wasn't jealous of her getting his attention, I was jealous because he was getting her attention."

This perks Amilia's ears up, feeling a little connection between her and Kira.

Kira laughs again. "I had no need to be worried however. She turned him down about as harshly as one could. It was a night that I will always remember, mostly because her tongue ended up being down my throat. That was the night that I also learned that my friend liked women, or more specifically, me."

Kira takes a sip of her drink before looking out into the distance. "I just hope she's living a good life. A happy one. It would be more than I possibly could have ever given her."

"Why'd you think that?" Amilia asks, genuinely curious.

"It was my foolishness that led me to being captured by the giants. If she had been taken with me, I don't know what they would have done with her. She wouldn't have bent to their orders like I did."

"Didn't really seem like you were happily bending over for them when we met."

"That's because I was at the end of my rope. My hope of ever seeing my love again was gone. Now? I'm conflicted with these feelings of freedom." Kira turns toward Amilia. "What I am never conflicted about however, is that if I knew where my love was right at this very moment, I would be barrelling towards her."

Kira turns back once again, looking out at the horizon. "Do what you will with that advice."

Amilia knows the conversation, or rather, the talking-to is over, and now she has a decision to make.

Placing her bottle on the wooden railing, Amilia walks back through the door, leaving a smirking Kira to swoop the bottle up before taking a swig.

"Wow. Now, this is the good stuff."

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A FEW MINUTES LATER:

Virra is heading back to her room, stumbling a little, but not enough to warrant much concern. She has a smile on her face because of the fun they all had tonight. Virra can't really quite remember the last time she had such fun.

That fun is stopped as an angry looking cat storms towards her.

"Hey! You seen Terra anywhere?!"

"Terra? Uhh, she said that she wasn't really feeling well, so she was heading back to her room. I think I saw Clarva helping her. You can probably catch them if you're quick en-."

Without another word, Amilia blasts off, leaving Virra standing there with a confused expression. "That was rude. Didn't even wish me a good night."

Virra just ignores Amilia's weird attitude as she enters her room, ready to end her night.

Back with Amilia, who is practically storming through the hallways, heading towards Terra's room. It takes her a good minute, but eventually she comes to a turn, and that's when she sees the one person that she didn't want to.

Clarva Mightenos.

Clarva carefully closes the door, seemingly trying to be quiet before she sees Amilia.

"Oh, hey. If you're going to see Terra, I would wait until morning. She was ready to drop to her knees before I got her back. She's snug as a bug now though. However, I did practically have to peel her off of me, she gets really grabby when she's very drunk. I didn't even see her drink that much compared to her sisters."

Amilia is almost frozen with anger. Clarva's words, whether they were carefully chosen to piss her off or not, have done exactly that. She does her best to hide said anger as Clarva begins to walk away.

"Anyway, I'm gonna head to my room. I can't believe they managed to find a bed that I can somewhat fit in. Perks of being lady of the area I suppose. G'night, Amilia."

As Clarva walks around the corner, the anger Amilia had been holding in makes her fall to her knees, unable to hold herself up any longer.

Amilia's claws come out involuntarily, gripping into the carpet, arms shaking as she feels the wooden floor beneath said carpet.

Her breathing becomes heavy, animalistic, and soon after, her other senses begin to get sharper. She can smell the **** from herself, Terra, and Clarva. Amilia can even smell the natural musk from the other two, and the smell of sweat is prominent, but so is the scent of...

Arousal.

That scent. The little smell turns Amilia from angry, to absolutely feral. Her fangs extend, she rips her claws from out of the flooring with a single thought in mind.

Kill Clarva Mightenos.

Amilia takes a step, but she's quickly wrapped up in large green arms from behind, trapping her in a vice grip.

"You're not going anywhere, Ami. You're coming with me." Kyuala says as she picks Amilia up before hauling her back to her and John's room.

In said room, John is wrapped in a towel, breathing heavily after what appeared to be a very good time, but he's confused as to why Kyuala left so abruptly.

However, that confusion is quickly wiped away as he sees Kyuala wrangling Amilia into their room.

"Uhh, I'm gonna assume this isn't some freaky-deaky roleplay?" John asks.

"She's planning on killing someone, so I would advise you to stay away from her for the time being."

"Let! Me! Go!" Amilia growls, trying to bite Kyuala's arms, unable to use her arms at all.

"Not until you calm the hells down! John, can you help me tie her down?"

Understanding that Kyuala's words weren't a suggestion, John quickly grabs some sheets before helping Kyuala to restrain Amilia to a chair, managing to avoid a few kicks and bites in the process.

Once they're both satisfied with the restraints, John and Kyuala sit back down on the bed.

"So, you wanna tell me just what in the fuck is going on here?" John asks through panted breaths.

"Amilia is going through what you would call a drunken, murderous, psychotic, jealous, fit of rage."

John is even more confused. "You're telling me that this fucking temper tantrum is cause she's jealous?"

"Fuck! You!" Amilia interrupts as she tries to rip the sheets off of her.

"Hey! If you even think about ripping those sheets, I'll shove them so far up your arse, it'll look like a clowns sleeve!" Kyuala turns back to John after threatening Amilia. "And to answer your question, in simple terms, yes."

John is just stunned at the childishness of the entire situation. He'd understand if Amilia had been cheated on, but as far as John was aware, Amilia wasn't even in a relationship.

"Hold on. You are jealous about Terra, right?" John asks.

Kyuala just looks at him. "Yes! Isn't it obvious?"

"Uhh, yeah? I just wanted to make sure!" John answers nervously.

"Okay, well she is." Kyuala says before looking over at Amilia. "And now she's going to explain what the fuck happened to put her into this **** rage."

Amilia grumbles, still trying to get out of the makeshift bindings, but its not working whatsoever.

"Amilia. You're going to talk to us, like an adult, or I'm going to hit you with a wooden spoon."

John quickly looks at Kyuala. "Wait. Why do you have a wooden spoon?"

"Not the time, hun." Kyuala responds, not even looking at John, opting to keep her glare directed at Amilia.

"Can you stop looking at me like that? I feel like your mother caught me stealing cookies again." Amilia mumbles, but Kyuala catches it.

"You'd know damn well it'd be a hundred times worse if she caught you doing what you were about to do. So, just tell us... what happened?"

Amilia sighs, looking to the ground with defeated eyes. "Clarva."

John and Kyuala don't say anything, instead, they just lean forward, waiting for Amilia to continue.