War Meeting

There is still a few more hours left before the meeting starts, time that Stella and Korr judiciously use to fuck a few more times. Before coming out of her private quarters, the witch makes sure to take a long, warm shower in her private lavatory. Korr, of course, joins her. She lets him.

He takes her against the wall, under the warm waterfall. With her legs wrapped around her midsection, she holds herself up against his muscular chest and kisses him everywhere she can. Making love to such a dangerous and powerful individual is exhilarating, and his huge throbbing dick makes her forget that he might leave and run away at any moment. She doesn't want him to leave, she wants him by her side and inside her until the end of his days. And she dearly hopes that he wants the same thing.

After the shower, he is... playful. After everything that has happened and everything they've said to each other, she is surprised to watch him tease her and lounge around her room. She tries not to read his casualness as suspicious, but she can't help but feel a little torn at the sight of him, now that he isn't bound by her spell anymore. Then again, he must be at least a tad intrigued by her meeting, and even then, she still has her pussy to entice him with. As she gets dressed, she tells herself to focus on the matter at hand; She can worry about her orc's feeling later.

She puts on a beautiful black and purple dress, adorned with spiderweb motifs. She loves this dress, because it was woven by arcane spiders that she personally trained. This peculiar origin has imbued it with magical properties, including the ability to alter its shape according to the witch's will. For tonight, she decides to go with a rather low cleavage, and an opening on the side of her left leg. Korr's wide eye confirms to her that this is a good look.

Korr also dresses up, putting on a lavish outfit assorted with metallic armored plates, giving him the look of a nobleman that's still ready at any time to get in a fight. The chiseled breastplate would almost look gaudy with how defined the abs look on it, if it weren't for the fact that Korr's real abs are even larger. She licks her lips at the thought.

In the board room, which is the same room where she had gotten plowed on the map table, the witch's council has been united. Kazath, the gruff bandit, and Sasha, the delicate mage, are the only ones that her boytoy has already met. Zikkits-of-the-Big-Knives, a loud busty goblin, is also there, along with Gertrude Desrosiers, a shy-looking human noblewoman. These four, her favorites, form the nexus of her council.

Kazath, with his troop of bandits, controls a good territory on the nearby mountains, and in exchange for illicit goods and information, the witch helps him and his followers stay hidden from the law of Gallade. He is very fun to drink and gamble with, but he is a bit of a selfish lover.

Sasha used to be her rival, until she utterly destroyed him in a battle of wits; The humiliation had been so intense that he had been left with no choices but to bow down to her. Since then, he has become a surprisingly trustworthy and useful ally. Sasha's talents as a spellsmith have been of great use to Stella, and lately they have been working together on a series of erotic tomes. He is wickedly talented with his mouth, and she likes inviting him to her room when he's not busy with Kazath.

Zikkits has one hell of a voice for such a tiny body. She keeps her pink hair in two large buns and never shies from wearing a low cleavage to show off her large green tits; Said tits being the reason why she is such a good friend with Stella. The witch's blessings had given the once-flat-chested goblin some nice perky d-cups, and the two have had a great partnership ever since. Whenever Stella wants something stolen or someone killed, her first thought always goes to the sneaky goblin. Stella also appreciates her friend for her other attributes, mainly her deliciously pungent crotch. The witch has a weakness for tight green butts.

Gertrude Desrosiers, a demure ebony-skinned noblewoman, is Stella's spy in the King's court. But one would be mistaken to believe her meek; Trudy has committed her fair share of crime under the witch's orders, and she has revealed herself to be shockingly good at sneaking poison into other people's meals. Furthermore, her cautious public demeanor hides a surprisingly horny woman, a fact that Stella learned very quickly after taking her under her employ.

There are other people in the room, including a trio of humans dressed like peasants. Olive, Thierry and Jana are rather dull, which makes them boring dinner guests or bedfellows, but perfect spies. There is also Ermenegilde Latulipe, an elderly apothecary with wispy white hair around an mostly-bald head. Ermenegilde' life and business were both saved by the witch more than once, and he is fully devoted to her. For a mortal, he is rather good at procuring rare alchemical reagents.

And then, of course, there is Cherry.

All eyes turn to her as she enter the room. Bark skin, glowing eyes, butterfly swarms and leaf-covered antlers would make anyone stand out; Even the most magically-illiterate person in the room would know not to confuse the dryad with one of Stella's wooden puppets.

There is no love lost between the witch and the dryad, but Cherry owes Stella a favor, which she intends to cash in to help her current project.

While the guests trickle into the room, Stella watches Korr from the corner of her eye, curious to see how he reacts to each. She sees the glimmer of competition in his eye when he looks at Kazath, expressions of interest when his gaze land on the other three main members of the council. He shows no emotions towards the peasant, something akin to an amused admiration when observing the elderly apothecary, and an obvious surprise when catching sight on the mystical forest creature.

When everyone has taken a seat, wooden puppets enter the room with platters of food and drink. One of them stands beside Cherry a little too long, and small green leaves start sprouting from its joints. Stella dismisses that one before branches start popping out of it, and she sends a thought to the rest to stay clear from the dryad.

"Hello and welcome, friends and allies. I have summoned you here today to share the details of an important project with you."

There is a moment of silence as Stella pauses dramatically. She knows that she has the room's full attention and that no one will interrupt or interject if they aren't sure she's done talking. Once she's satisfied with the dramatic buildup, she reveals her new objective.

"We will put an end to the war between the Charred Marshes and the Kingdom of Gallade."

The first reaction is a long whistle from Kazath. The look on his face communicate something like "Damn, that is one impressive goal. You think you can pull it off?" Stella's glare towards him make him lifts his hands in a non-threatening way.

"This will not be easy," she adds, "but the benefits for us in the grand scheme of things will outweigh those of letting the war go on."

"Really?" the goblin says with a suspicious squint.

"Yes, really. What? You think no one will want to hire assassins once the war is over?"

Zikkits takes the witch's word into consideration, then finally nods.

"And why am I here?" The dryad's melodious voice resonates through the room like a rush of wind traversing the leaves of a thicket.

"You, my dear, will have a very important role to play. Each of you does. I'll have private meetings with each of you regarding your direct tasks, but for now I shall only discuss the grand lines of the plan.

"For the two nations to find peace, we need to make sure that both of their leaders seek peace. Korr Ruk-Dkhag," she gestures to him, and he stands up beside her, " is the son of the warchief Vagan Ruk-Dkhag. He wants the war to end, and so we will help him succeed his father. As for the human side, that will be trickier. The current king has no reasons to stop the war as it currently is. However, his succession would do no good, since his eldest son is a cruel and bloodthirsty brat. Our best plan of action here would be to convince the king to make peace, or to make sure that his daughter takes the throne. This second option would implicate the **** of the king and the prince, and this might lead the army generals to press the war further out of grief and anger." She pauses, looking at everyone in turn. "Any question?"

Almost everyone starts talking or raises a hand. The witch keeps a cool face, but sigh internally. They're going to be here a while. Usually, that wouldn't have bothered her, but right now she can smell Korr's musk as he stands beside her, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to grab him by the wrists and pull him back to her room. The fact that they've already banged several times today doesn't satiate her desire.