The Chase is On

There was a languishing cloud of guilt that hung over you as the journey continued across the river. Kharn was his normal stoic self, a statue with a pulse. Gilzra was so busy being talked at by a stranger on the boat to be able to make any outward awareness of your presence. Neither of them acted as if anything had happened, and as much as you'd like to pretend the same, the throbbing sensation of your stretched asshole made that a distinct impossibility. Guilt, it turned out, wasn't as strong as desire, at least not in you. You rest your arms along the wooden posts of the ferry, recalling the feeling of how and why you got stretched out, of having that thick log of a dick sliding in and out so strongly. Your mind recreates the scene, imagining getting it again, this time by Glen. As the thought races, your cock grows uncomfortable and strains in your pants as its own large size strains inside clothing that was never meant to house it. Struggling, you try to make a discrete tug to little avail, and let the daydream go.

It wouldn't be until you were on the other side of the river that Gilzra spoke to you. Whatever feelings she had were masked well "Sorry about that," She began, brushing some dirt off her legs "who knew that halflings could be so long winded? Did you have a good chat with Kharn?"

"Y-Ya" you let out cautiously, unsure of exactly how much she knows "he talked about how much you matter to him, and what you've done for him."

She sighed contentedly "That's nice to hear. Even with a body like his, Kharn's strongest muscle has always been his heart. Is that all you talked about?"

"Ya, I guess" Your nervousness caused you to start to slip "we didn't do much talking before he lead me off to do something else"

Gilzra giggled a little bit as she looked back at her lover "Ya, he never does. Well, I hope you he was a gentleman and showed you a good time."

"Wait" you take a step in front of her to turn around and put a hand up. "You know what happened? And that's alright with it"

"That he used his massive tool to plow your fertile ass? Darlin, it was my idea" She shoved your shoulder gently, prompting you to keep moving. Your butt involuntarily clenched on her words, as the rest of you tried to understand.

"What? I don't understand. Why?"

"Oh, I've got a lot of reasons hun," Gilzra said with a confident smile, until the pregnant pause and your staring eyes got to her "What, you want me to go through them?"

"Please?" You ask emphatically, surprised you have to ask

"Well, a part of me thought it'd happen sooner or later. I knew I couldn't resist him long when I was a young lady. I figured I can't get mat at cheating if I'm the one that's creating it. That's the big one. The other was that I was sure you'd both enjoy it, and help you feel like you belong on the team, rather than just a hanger on. Kharn got to remember what young and tight feels like, and you got your first orc dick. I betcha never had anything like that before" she giddly excited, which put you in a slightly uncomfortable state.

"No, not reall" you answer sheepishly, remembering the cocks you've had in your ass from your full blooded demon mother and brothers in that lusty, dreaming state. Your mind backtracks further to how and where this all began; that blowjob in the library, by Rosita's hands...and her mouth. Gilzra notices you being reserved and quiet,

"Hey, you alright there darlin? I'm sorry if I cooked all this up only for you to not enjoy it. Won't hurt my feelings none Demetria"

"Oh, no not that" You reassure her "It was great, really. My mind went off for a second. I was wondering about something. Was hoping maybe you could tell me"

"Ooh, girl talk!" her excitement was genuine "I'd love to help. What's on your mind?"

"It's more like Tiefling Talk" you say with a slight pause "I was just surprised how quickly things happened with Kharn, and it was making me think back to the other events I've had. Do you have trouble saying no?"

"Oh honey, all the fucking time" She said with a knowing giggle as she gave you a quick side hug "I'd probably drop my pants right here on the s treet, and all someone would have to do is ask me. Fucking is just too much fun" As potentially voboding as that news was, for the moment you're just glad to hear that you're not alone.

"Do you think it's because we have succubus parentage?" You ask "I've heart stories that say that it's in our nature, along with, you know "You look back to ensure noone behind you is seeing you, as you drop your hand down and move it back and forth like you were stroking your cock.

"I've heard that too. Ain't nobody knows for sure, dear." She gives a shrug "There's too few of us kind and we're too spread out to know for sure. Can't imagine too many people in the Triumverate War were taking notes what type of demon they were getting **** by." Gilzra was at least cognizant of the of the morose turn the conversation went, and turned it back around. "If you're worried about saying no, you're in the right place. Stick close to Rhian, and you'll be fine."

"Rhian?" You ask surprised, turning back to look at the elf "Why him? Does he subscribe to some form of higher calling?" He didn't seem like the monkish type, but oaths of celibacy are thing you're aware of.

"Oh, fuck no" Gilzra was quick to put that idea "Poor guy can't stand sex, or horniness, or anything like that, with anyone. I'm surprised he's stuck around with us perverts this long, to be honest. He's useful in that way though, if he says it's time to go, listen."

"Interesting" You ask "What about Glen? How does he fit into all of this?"

"He's had bedroom eyes for me immediately, and you too I bet. I think he's too scared to ask. Worried that he'll ruin the good thing going right now. That, or he's too much of a gentleman. Maybe he's scared of competing with Kharn, I don't know. He's a great young man, I'm sure he'll do right by you, if you give him the chance"

"Ya" You say. "I just don't know what I want right now. "I know I'm supposed to want something like what you and Kharn have. Find your Happily Ever After, but I'm not sure if that's what I actually do want. Besides, what do I do after I rescue my mother?"

"Demetria, I really think you need to reevaluate your relationship with her." There was a slightly scolding tone "But, as it pertains to Glen, don't worry about it. It's far easier to enjoy the moment when you're actually living in it. When I first snuggled up to that green hunk I didn't plan on still being here almost two decades later, but things happen."

"Right..." Your attention to the conversation as an inexplicable feeling of dread comes over. Some supernatural sense is telling you something is not right. Your eyes quickly find the cause, and run off. Just off the road, near a small copse of trees, are a grouping of headstones, no more than a score of them. The graves have all been desecrated and the bodies removed. The rest of the group runs to join you, with stunned silence.

"Grave robbers" Kharn posits solemnly.

"There's nothing to take" Rhian refutes "this is necromancy. Very powerful, very blatant necromancy." Your eyes go wide with stark realization.

"I know who did this." You state loudly "I think we're in trouble."

"What do you mean, trouble? Kharn asked as he started to reach for his sword.

"Not like that, not yet." You motion for him to stop. "There was a dragonkin that helped me flee Letia, he protected me from bandits. He was going to help me find the artifact, but he went on his own when I told him off. I thought he was just going to head back the way he came. I think he wants the Scepter of Xodion for himself"

"The what?" Glen asks. Before you answer, Rhian interjects, with immediate fear on his face.

"The Scepter of Xodion? We have to beat him to it. That, or you two need to get as far away from here as possible..." he points to you and Gilzra specifically

"Rhian, help us out here" Gilzra replied sternly, uncomfortable with his worry "what's going on?"

"That's not just a means of summoning, but also a means of domination. Legends say that Xodion could control demons from the very depths of the hells. If he gets his hands on it, any tiefling would become his subservient thrall."

You swallow hard as your throat goes dry, you look to Gilzra, the seeming expert in this, and she's speechless, almost vacant, for a moment. "We're not running. I'd die before I let her or any other tiefling becomes a ****."

She looks at you "mother or not, we have to get there first..."