Growing Pains (Act IV)

It was a rare, lazy afternoon for you and your friends. You had taken a break from putting as much distance between you and home as possible, for full fledged adventuring. The crypt exploring in Drez showed a possibility and the success in Yokono proved it. The Runaways had stuck in the minds of all five of you, and the confusion it created in some people pleased Joan at the least. It had been dangerous but exciting work, and better, it had become profitable. Enough so, that you could stop renting heavily used rooms attached to whatever inns were available, but become well situated freedholders, now loving in a boarding house with a welcoming owner; a slightly pudgy but good natured elvish woman entering the later yeaes of her life. The home was minimalistic in its appointment and far from prosperous, but it had the space and comfort you sought. Most important of all, it came with the benefit of no questions asked. Lyira, as she put it, was too old to be concerned with the personal details of her customers, so long as nothing illegal was brought in.

The adventuring work provided a few creature comforts as well. Trevolia could afford perfume and makeup again, something she missed since her escape. With a slight summer breeze coming into the bedroom, from the open, you could smell the sweet scent emanating off of her as the two of you stared deep into each others eyes in naked, passionate embrace. Standing off the bed, the wizard had wrapped her slender legs around your hips, keeping you close and tight, while allowing you to get in deep as she supported herself by planting her hands behind her. Her lovely, large breasts swayed with your thrusting, aided as you held her ass with both hands. She was still the most reserved of the four, but there was still something special here. That eye contact; there was something completely intangible and unmeasurable about how she could see your very soul when you were alone with her. After everything that happened, Trevolia started to choose positions like this more often, which you were completely okay with.

"Yes Silve" Trevolia moaned out "I fucking love this Orc cock of yours. Feel how wet you make me"

"You're still so tight" You pant out "Even after all the stretching it's done. Must be a sign that we're meant for each other"

"I'm sure you say that to all the girls" She toys with you, leaning forward to get a passionate kiss in "If you really want to see it stretched, we should do this more often. You know I can't get enough of you."

"Boy do I" You reply through a pained smile. The aching in your balls is a firm reminder of exactly how irresistable you are to your four companions. It's been almost constant now; six times a day is your norm now, sometimes more. the days of adventuring are a welcome respite from the physical exertion. Despite the pain, you are always willing to accomodate every ask; every time Joan wants to be pinned against the wall and rammed in her ass, every time Clodagh tries to do something in a tavern without getting caught, every time Lita wants to suck your cock and wear your cum as makeup. Your emotional desire exceeds your physical capacity, and you fear it's leading to the worst fear of any bard: an inferior performance.

This romantic interlude is fine, great even. Taking it slow, enjoying the quiet time together and the emotional moment as much as the feeling of sliding in and out of her. Neither of you are out to blow each other's minds, nobody's looking to have an earthshaking orgasm; just casually enjoying the journey as much as the destination, which arrives far faster than you'd like, and with less control. You push in deep, grasping her ass as tightly as you can as you cum. It's a short, meager affair, in your mind. A pale comparison to the fertility you demonstrated not long ago. Reading your self-criticism on your face, Trevolia pulls you in and gives you a sloppy kiss on your neck and moans in your ear.

"Don't worry about it Silve" She said "Any time having sex with you is time well spent. I wouldn't be doing anything else."

"Thanks love" You reply as you pull out of her. Aching more than it has in a while, you shuffle onto the bed to relax for a moment, waiting for the aching to go down.

"I think you're working too hard" Trevolia says as she cuddles up with you.

"I'm getting better" You reply, softly stroking her hair

"You're getting delusional" She chuckles as she retorts

"I don't think it can be helped at this point." You shrug "I don't want to pick favorites, and I can't say no." You lift your hand and begin to stroke her thigh slowly. "Especially not to such beautiful, amazing women"

"And I don't want to fight over you, not the least of which because you were mine first." There was a growing sense of urgency in her voice. "We need to figure something out sweetheart. I'm not ready to see who wins out in the contest between your heart and your cock."

"I'm open to input" you reply quietly "but right now, let's just enjoy the time we have to ourselves"

"Okay" The princess gives a gentle peck on your cheek and turns around, facing opposite you. A very contented sigh escapes her mouth as your large orcish body pushes against her and wraps around her in warmth and safety.

"We can't stay too long" She says, breaking up the short silence "If the others aren't back soon it probably means that one of them got in trouble and the others are trying to get her out of it."

You both chuckle slightly, in a 'funny because it's true' sort of way..