This time the lovemaking was langorous, relaxed, and unhurried. Yesterday had been frantic and primal, and enthusiastic. This had all the same joy, but none of the rush.
She approached and wrapped her arms around me, smiling into the first kiss and chuckling at her own lust.
"What's that?" I whispered, wondering what was on her mind.
"This is becoming my favorite thing," she replied, already gripping my hardening member through my boxer shorts. She lazily stroked it while our tongues continued to spar. Then she wrenched the boxers down impatiently and wrapped my cock in a tight grip.
"You'll just have to come live in the city with me."
I licked a pair of my fingers and began to slide them over her mound and further.
"Don't tempt me," she groaned, and ground herself against my invading fingers.
It was time for the show to really begin. I laid down on the grass and laughed when she didn't understand my instructions. Kneeling on my face she could handle, but kneeling on my face the other way? So she could… ohhh. She fell to her hands and knees and shrieked in surprise, laughing as I grabbed onto her ass and pulled it to my mouth.
Then she gave a loud moan and loudly proclaimed, "Oh yes, Drifter, yes!"
Too theatrical for my tastes, but she got the idea of sixty-nine a moment later. I felt her mouth envelop me before too long, and she began a slow and methodical blowjob.
Her skill was rapidly increasing, the way she used her tongue on each stroke, the way she knew to keep her teeth back and her lips tight, the amount she could get in her mouth before beginning to gag. The pleasure steadily built on account of her enthusiasm, but that wasn't all.
The situation was turning me on. Her willingness to do this in front of the others, the joy she got out of the act, the taste of her. I thrilled to get my tongue deeper inside, to make her body shudder every time I licked over her clit, or the feeling of her moaning around my cock. We ended up spending a good ten minutes in between different positions just leisurely pleasuring one another.
Finally I couldn't endure more; I broke away and gasped for her to stop. I needed to slow down if the four captives were going to get the show they deserved.
"You're amazing," I told her.
"You've shown me another world, Evan," she responded, and drew close for another deep kiss. "You've changed me. You've awoken a beast I never new was slumbering inside me."
I didn't know how much of her words were for show and how much she meant, but a second later she'd lined up the head of my cock and pressed down to envelop me completely. We shared a twin groan and she planted her hands on either side of my head before bending down for another kiss.
"How am I doing?" she whispered.
I grinned. "Spectacularly. And me? How am I doing?"
She purred, rose up off me, then slid all the way back down and wiggled her ass in a lazy circle. The divine pleasure of being buried in her made us both moan yet again.
"Slow and easy, pretty please," I told her. She just responded with a sultry smile and another slow, deep and hard thrust down onto me.
This time Auralla and I took it the slow, deep and hard way, alternating between a good steady pounding and pauses to let my hard on calm down some.
Either she'd acquired a different flavor of nectar overnight, or this Bronze tier change over had sharpened and altered my tastebuds. I was betting on the latter. I detected for the fist time faint notes of soap, and now I could taste the magic. Auralla had a fruity magic aura, is the only way I can describe it, like a citrus but not an orange, like a cherry but not exactly a cherry, that kind of thing. It was sweet, tart, and juicy. She had kiwi-flavored love juices now.
And I was definitely more than okay with this change.
She also seemed either much more skilled than yesterday, or again something about me had changed, because she swallowed my cock whole, to the point where I felt her nose pressing against me.
She requested to be bent in half again, by grabbing her ankles and pulling herself into position. Now, when I got myself ready and lined up, I felt noticeably larger. My dick had grown with Bronze tier. Auralla peered up at me with her very, very green eyes, hooded as they were with lust and flush with the reddening power of several orgasms, and gave me a lazy smile that melted me inside.
Damn I was lucky. Not only had I been found by someone not actively hostile, she had quickly grown to enjoy pleasure, wanted to reciprocate, and wasn't trying to keep me for herself.
I didn't have the leverage of the sleeper cabin wall to balance against, so instead I was forced to push against the backs of her calves, until her knees were almost at her ears. I would've thought going this far would hurt her, or be impossible to maintain, but keeping my body taut like this wasn't a challenge. Pounding her for minutes that added up didn't tire me or cause my muscles to go sore rapidly like back on earth had. She felt just as tight as the first time we had joined, gripping my length tightly with every long stroke.
What had once caused aches in my shoulders wasn't even a consideration now.
This position hit some special button in Auralla, and in moments she was crying out like I was killing her. When I stopped to ask if she was okay, she grimaced and asked me why I'd stopped. I continued the deep, slow pace, and she got immediately vocal again.
We had slow and steady sex until the natural lubrication began to run dry, then switched back to a nice, easy sixty-nine so we could continue screwing each others' brains out again.
It was absorbing enough that I mostly forgot we had an audience. At one point, and only one point, I found Fayeen and Avya watching. Avya was whispering something into the tiefling's ear, and it was abundantly clear that Fayeen was feeling the effects of lust. Even Velleth, Hellera and Dallinya were focused intently on the action. The felinian woman's tail was twitching, just the tip.
I took Auralla through the other positions we'd used, switching it up for the benefit of our audience, and several she hadn't done. Reverse cowgirl was also a big hit, since the angle pressed that magic button inside her. She became even more intensely vocal, and sped up until she sent herself into an orgasmic shuddering fit, followed by another a few minutes later.
I even started toying with a little backdoor play, first licking and then while she was riding me, testing the water a little by rubbing my finger around her rear hatch. She didn't stop bouncing, but a confused expression came over her face, followed by a lengthy bit of staring into my eyes. I gave her a reassuring smile. She smiled back, swiveled around without removing me from her incredible tightness, and bent down for our final kissing session.
"Do you want me there?" she breathed. Gods, she was up for anything.
"If you can handle it, and if you're up for it."
"That's not used for sharing essence."
That's the wrong hole
, my ex had told me. Auralla didn't seem upset or betrayed.
"It could be," I told her. "But not today."
"Mmm," she said.
"And only if you beg me for it."
She chuckled. "Beg you, for something I've never even considered, much less done? And that seems quite painful? Well, your wish is my command."
Here we were with that dom/sub thing again. Although Auralla didn't want to be dominated power-wise, these cracks in her veneer showed that maybe, just maybe, she did want to be told what to do. It was enough to push me over the edge.
"I'm going to—"
"I w-want it this time!" Avya cried out.
I'd been on the verge of orgasm for an untold amount of time… an hour? Two?
Longer
? There was no holding back.
"Oh my god," I muttered, and that definitely pushed me over the edge.
It was a scramble for Auralla to get off me, for Avya to dive between my legs, get the head situated in her tiny mouth, and began working me with her hand to get everything I had left. I bucked a bit, but realized she was tiny and I could hurt her… and myself.
"Mmm," she said, and swallowed my seed with a look of blithe contentment. She turned to Auralla, eyes saucer-shaped.
"I told you," Auralla said. The amusement in her voice was strong.
"It's so
good
!" She turned back to the tiefling, who I noted had her loincloth slid aside and was working at herself with a series of round strokes. She had a little tail, like a white-tailed deer, which I found very cute.
"Faye you
have
to taste this!" Avya declared.
She'd frozen in the middle of getting herself off, embarrassed at the attention. "I don't, I couldn't possibly… unless sir commanded."
"That's not how I roll," I told her, then thought about Auralla.
Usually
not how I rolled.
Avya made ran her fingers over any stray globs she found on Auralla's glistening ass and my midsection, and collected it all up fastidiously. Auralla was giggling the whole time, shaking her head, and giving me the occasional kiss.
Avya then walked over to Fayeen, who was adjusting her loincloth back into 'hiding almost nothing' position.
Avya said, "Here." And when Fayeen opened her mouth, she rubbed her fingers on the tiefling's tongue. She smeared my seed on the tiefling's tongue, and Fayeen went on with the tasting like it was a new type of wine.
***
We spent most of the rest of the day training. Avya was neither Fierce nor Tough, being an Empath, so we started to work on that. Training started with foam play swords from the trailer. These weren't pool noodle foam, waggling around, but hard foam, the kind that would make kids run crying to their parents when things got out of hand. At first the trainees laughed, but Auralla took quick control of that with a hard swipe at Avya's head. After that first loud 'OWW-UH!' they shut up and got to work.
Auralla had them throwing javelins and spears next, which I got in on. I had no idea how to do it, and was initially terrible until she showed me exactly how to line it up across my body and put everything I had into hucking that bad boy. After a good fifteen minutes I could make it sail, and after a good forty-five minutes I could hit the first of the gigantic targets Auralla set before me, nine times out of ten.
Fayeen and Velleth joined in the sword fighting and the javelin throwing, and were followed by the dragonite Hellera and the felinian Dallinya. I saw them cast several looks in my direction, but Truffy stood nearby, as did Jerry, and I had the brutal axe not far away. I felt pretty confident I had the reflexes to not take a javelin in the eye. And then, even if I took one somewhere else, we could overpower these two, and I could heal up.
Lunch in the midst of martial practice was nuts, berries, and some of Auralla's provisions still stocked in her bracelet cabinet, or whatever it was called: hunks of bread, and some strong white cheese I washed down with one of my energy drinks.
Now that I finally remembered, after practice I took Velleth and Fayeen along to check on the body of Giskennen, the douchebag who wouldn't listen to reason. Jerry accompanied us, stalking silently through the grove of trees where we'd had our showdown.
"If you have any questions for me, I'm all ears," I told them. "You've seen what I'm about, you've seen Mack and you know I'm a Drifter. You've heard about me from Avya and Auralla, most likely, but I'm my own person and if there's anything you wish to know, now's the time."
Tomorrow the moon would be full, and that meant their magic would be full. And that meant things went from complicated to extra very fucking complicated.
Trust, for instance. Even if Fayeen and Velleth complied and offered to share essence, leaving them with power would invite reprisals, like a knife in my back, or a knife in the dark. The two who hated me would be filling up their personal reservoirs of power, meaning that they'd have whatever Normal or Bronze tier ability back to possibly use against me. And if I gave them my Drifter ability, they'd then have two weapons to wield when deciding I was only good for bleeding out on the floor.
This needed careful consideration, which meant building trust.
Fayeen was tall and willowy, with a light layer of maroon fur and very yellow eyes. The hair on her head (and the carpet matched the drapes) was midnight black, though Avya had woven those glittery hair extensions in, so her black hair sparkled with random colors.
Velleth was built for speed though: a runner's body, a clearly outlined six pack, blue skin that reminded me of the waves lapping at the Gulf of Mexico on that Florida trip I'd taken in college. Her hair was bluish green, and she had sea foam colored eyes. Her ears were pointed and drew back against the sides of her head. I would learn in time that she had fae blood in her, and that almost everyone had fae blood in them; the fae just mated. It was what they were known for.
We found the body in silence, being picked over by several creatures who weren't happy to see us, including that thing I'd caught at Auralla's request.
"All right, if you don't have any questions for me, then I have some for you two."
They exchanged a glance, but kept quiet.
"I need to know everything about the city you came from."
"Why?" Fayeen chuckled.
"I'm going to be living there, so I need to know what kinds of things to expect."
They stared at me before Velleth began laughing.
"See, that's not helpful… I can only infer there's going to be someone with a lot of power, or many someones."
"You won't survive against two Masters at once," Fayeen said, "let alone one of the Gleaming Masters."
"Great, let's start there. What's a Gleaming Master?"
"The city is just one of many in an empire," Velleth explained, "and the Gleaming Masters lord over the city. They have the power of silver, and it is said they nominate a loyal female to be their second in all matters. She also gleams with the silver, she is fast as the wind, and is a match for any of the Masters in the city."
So they built up enough power and had enough time to cultivate (read: groom) one of their females to share power with instead of dominating. The long relationship would boost that female's power, like what was happening with Auralla. We already had nearly two Bronze stars.
"You've seen this."
"It is known," Velleth explained. Fayeen echoed this.
It is rumored, is what she meant.
"They settle disputes between the lower Masters, or…" she trailed off and looked in the direction of Sunspire. "Put down attacks against the city."
"And uprisings from within," Fayeen added.
I nodded. This still felt like pre-Roman era city states, controlled by a far-off emperor, maybe Gold tier or higher. They would have a single roving army who would run back and forth between various different attacks against their power. What, an attack by barbarians in the north? Rush north. Now a disruption in shipping by pirates along the coast? Rush to the coast. Now a rival empire smells blood and takes some outlying cities? Rush over there.
Empires like this always seemed to be teetering on the brink of oblivion, at least from the podcasts and audiobooks I'd listened to.
It might be a little different if a single powerful male had a small army of females. Border security and internal uprisings might indeed be simpler matters to quell if you had a mobile strike force helping the local sheriff.
This was good intel, but half of it was guesswork.
"How far up the pecking order was your master?" I asked.
Again a shared look. It was Velleth who answered. "Giskennen had several districts under his sway, and had killed two other Masters after he took me into his pack."
"I was taken earlier," Fayeen said. "He was second in line to join the Governor of the city at the table for his small council. He had cowed one Master and killed another before Velleth was taken."
So a good power level. Almost enough to start jockeying for position over control of the city, to make schemes and plot to backstab the Governor once he got near Silver tier. Okay.
I held off from asking them how life under Giskennen had been. Whatever answer they gave wasn't going to be in line with my worldview. They'd seen him murder people, and probably been forced to watch him yank girls away from the townsfolk and fuck the fight out of them in front of his other slaves. These women lived brutal lives, and Giskennen was more brutal than others of his kind.
I bent over Giskennen's body and looked for anything I might've missed. The shotgun and the scavengers had shredded most of him or eaten the other parts, but I wasn't interested in the flesh.
I untied the sandals, those ropy kind that wound halfway up the calf and tied off, and took those. They might have qualities and enchantments like the axe, and if so, I wanted them. He had a couple of piercings I hadn't noticed in the dark of night, but I wasn't about to cut them off him and thread them through my own body…
…unless they had magical storage capacity like Auralla's bracelet.
Gross, but necessary. I cut off his nipple ring, the one through the middle of his nose that gave him a bullish look for the ten seconds I'd seen him alive, and the ones through his ears I picked off with my lockblade knife.
I made friendly banter with the two more receptive of Giskennen's slaves the whole time, not looking at them. I gave them plenty of opportunities to loop a garrote around my neck, put a hidden shiv in my throat, or at least try… Jerry was on stealth and pounce duty right now. I didn't know if they had noticed the beast slinking at the periphery of the situation, but I hoped they hadn't attacked me because they were beginning to realize I wasn't one of the douchebags, and that they should be comfortable letting me plow them tomorrow night under the full moon.
I shook my head at the thought. This place… was really something else.
My opinion of this place fluctuated, swung up and down and back and forth like a see-saw. One minute it seemed just grand, drinks with umbrellas and lovely hula girls ready to get busy at a moment's notice. Then… then I had to contemplate something super dark, like taking prisoners. I'd never taken a prisoner in my life, but here it was kill or be killed. Giskennen had shown me that.
Take prisoners. Befriend them in record time. Consider doing something terrible to them for magical power, and whether I could trust them afterwards with power I'd bestowed.
I sighed, laughed, sighed again, and stood up to face two of the choices this world had forced onto me. Fayeen and Velleth regarded me impassively.
"I appreciate you giving me some insights into the city. Now, let's boogie."