Auralla waved me away when I returned, so I turned my attention to Truffy, Avya, and Giskennen's other two former slaves. Avya was doing her Empath thing with the remaining two young ladies, seated on a stump I'd chopped from that tree while they lounged not far from the trailer. She had an animated speaking style when I wasn't around, which contrasted completely with her passive-aggressive super shyness and sudden brave demands. It was good to see how she worked, and hear what she was doing. My Bronze level hearing was even better now.
She had been telling them a myth of the world before people: the great mother Rea had given birth to the entire world of Ethetria. Just like an egg, the yellow part had become the world, and when it hatched all the gooey white stuff swirled out to become the magic. This had attracted other gods, who wanted to share essence with Rea, who had quite the child-bearing hips and other assets gods found attractive, but it wasn't possible to figure out who deserved the honor of getting up in there. She ended up challenging them to a contest over who could make the best stuff on the pet planet.
They crafted waterfalls and oceans, deserts and plants, animals and people. They all exhausted themselves, (all except one, of course) and Rea ate them in quick succession to regain her strength. With them inside her, she naturally became pregnant with all their babies.
"Myths," I muttered.
According to the story, they fell to earth as a rain of many peoples: the snake-bodied people of the deserts, the tieflings of the mountains, the elves of the forests, the dwarves under the mountains, dragonites in the lava fields, you get the idea. She popped out babies like it was going out of style: humans and nellwyns and gnomish all over the place… but.
But the last god had held back when the rest were busy ejaculating all their power and influence on the planet to make such awesome stuff. He knew the goddess wouldn't let anyone claim her. If she was impregnated again, she'd birth a whole extra world, and that would crash into Ethetria and destroy all the gorgeous bounty they'd just taken the time to spurt out.
This last one was already weak from a clash in the stars, and while he knew he couldn't do much, he knew he could take every bit of seed the other gods had given Rea and make copies. Dark clones.
Orcs were the dark copies of elves, brutal and short-lived and at home on a land of grass rather than among the trees. They loved war like elves loved peace. From gnomish came the goblins. Both were creators, but while the gnomish crafted to delight and assist, goblins only create to help them destroy. From the nellwyn came the kobold: twisted, ugly and stupid, but numerous and hateful.
Before the last god could corrupt any of the other races, the seeds called out from within Rea's womb and begged her to spare them. She did, and together the ghosts of those gods purged a thoroughly weakened final god from her vast body.
The last god was dying, and knew it. In his last moments, he flew down to curse the races he hadn't touched. He couldn't replicate them with his own twisted version, but he could give them a little of his own essence. Into humans he placed a wanderlust, an insatiable need to do and go and be everywhere and everything. Into dragonites he cursed with fury, such that they would cease to see friends and foes when bloodlust took them. The fae he cursed with vanity and fertility, and he made them propagate with everything they came across. They would always be ashamed that they weren't as pure as the first fae, and look down on others regardless. The scaled ones he gave distrust. Anyone who hadn't beheld the dark mirror took a curse as the final gift of the now dead god.
"But gods cannot truly die," Avya said. I wish she'd had a flashlight to shine under her face at the edge of the camp fire. "They live on in memories. The last god is dead, but will one day rise, and on that day, he will complete the dark mirrors, he will take control of his new armies, and he will extinguish all that is good in this world."
"Do they call it armageddon?"
The expressions on the faces of Dallinya and Hellera clouded. I waved a hand at them when they started to get up, and they froze.
I noted with satisfaction that my relationship with Dallinya and Hellera both had a half a star, and both were Unfavorable as opposed to Hated Enemy.
"Don't mind me… I'm off to see what Auralla's trying to hide from me." Avya's story to the girls had given me an idea. "Let's figure out dinner, see how much fuel's in the truck, and maybe watch a movie. It'll be the first, and one of the last that ever gets played in this world, I think."
If a movie didn't work some magic for the undecided, nothing would.
I checked on a few other things before heading over to see Auralla.
His shoes I noted had some magic in them.
Marcelol's Nimble shoes
Footware, fine quality, enchanted
Bronze tier
Qualities: Self-cleaning, self-repairing, everlasting
Abilities: Grants a star of the Quick attribute while worn. Grants a rank in the Dodge and Acrobatics skills while worn.
Creator's Note: Crafted in Leather District. Enchanted by Marcelol of Ink District at Giskennen's request.
I quickly slipped my feet into the sandal-like shoes and went to loop the straps around my legs, when they wrapped around me automatically. The tiny buckle at the top slipped in and the tiny metal peg found the hole.
While none of the piercings were enchanted, I saved the thick silver nose ring for last. All were inert, except the nose ring. It popped up with the UI.
Storage Vessel: Silver Nose Ring
Dimensional storage, excellent quality, enchanted
Bronze tier
Qualities: Never dulls or rusts, unbreakable, emits no aura
Abilities: This storage vessel contains space for up to 1 ton of materials by weight. Press against the vessel with your Attuned attribute and concentrate to produce the inventory to add or retrieve items.
I concentrated and brought up the inventory, but only for a moment because Auralla had thrown herself into my arms and was kissing me. Given the loss of concentration, the inventory vanished.
"Well!" I gasped. "It's lovely to see you too."
She grinned. "I have something to show you."
"Does it have anything to do with the fur you were magic-ing earlier?"
She got a sly look. "You're too clever, Evan Westfield."
She then presented me with a leather skirt. She shoved it up into my face and asked me how I liked it.
I gave her a grin. "How did you do this?"
"What you do is, you learn that the legends you were taught as a girl were true, but that no one explained essence sharing could actually feel good, then you share essence a with a male a number of times until you can't think of doing anything but. Then you get an animal skin, use magic your village Domi taught you as a girl, and craft a comfortable skirt for a Drifter who doesn't have any appropriate clothes. And there you have it."
"Quite a long path towards completion. Why a skirt?"
Her face fell. "You don't like it?"
"I'm sure once you explain how it's better than pants I'll be thrilled with it."
"Well first of all, there aren't these metal things in the way when I want to disrobe you."
"Sold. I'm sold."
"It will also help you move more freely, especially for squatting down like this." She squatted, completely unnecessarily. "Or running about."
"Good. Could I ask a favor of you?"
She grinned, stepped forward, and ran her hand up over my jeans-covered crotch. "Does it involve this?"
***
I slipped on the skirt and had it tied up just about as Avya arrived. She was very quiet, and I didn't notice her while I flexed, squatted, and tested out the new garment. Auralla had slit it up on either leg, so that when I squatted down, my tan lines from the summer appeared.
Don't know why that struck me, considering I was currently putting on sex shows for strangers who would rather see me dead.
Still, the lines from my board shorts reminded me of paddling down a river over the summer in a canoe with my ex, heading to the beach alone after I'd caught her cheating on me, looking back and forth at girls in bikinis and thinking it was hopeless being single. I was just a pasty white trucker who didn't have any time off, and that had cost me my relationship.
Well, that wasn't a problem any longer.
I finally noticed Avya was there, and groaned inwardly. I needed to keep my eyes open with the four of Giskennen's people. Fayeen had tasted my seed and was almost certainly going to be fine tomorrow night under the full moon, but the other three…
"Avi!"
"Evvie!" she chirped.
"You're doing an amazing job bringing the others around."
She beamed up at me. I plopped down with my legs crossed, and peeked under the trailer to make sure everybody else was out of hearing range. This increase in my senses had me a little weirded out that everyone could hear anything I was doing or saying at any time.
"What's your read on Fayeen?"
She waved a dismissive hand. "She's ready, one hundred percent. We both knew a traveler who came through Sunspire last summer, a friend of hers, so the bond was easy to forge. She's curious about you being a Drifter. She tasted your seed, Evan."
I was getting turned on just thinking about it, and it had only been a handful of hours ago. This new skirt though, it was great. I could get aroused and not have to stand up and adjust my boner.
"I figured, but if you read anything different from her emotions you'd tell me, right?"
She rolled her hand over, as if to say 'yeah of course, dumbass'. "Velleth is very closed off. She's a half elf and half-fae, which is how she ended up with the blue skin. A lot of fae look down on others even though they consider themselves impure, and a lot of elves are long lived, so they experience emotions differently."
Damn. I nodded. "We'll keep an eye on her and call her a maybe."
"Hellera is taking a long time to get used to the idea that you're different. The Master did a lot of bad things to her. Dallinya understands that you're a Drifter, but still thinks you're dangerous to be around."
"Elaborate."
"She knows that the Masters will come for you… and if she's with you, it may mean she shares in your punishment."
"So our dragonite is traumatized and the felinian is… realistic? Maybe a little paranoid?" Well, if I just got Fayeen's ability out of the deal I'd have to count it a win. Then I'd have to start working my way into the city… and if I wanted to use the trailer to its biggest advantage, I couldn't try and go to the next city over. Otherwise, I had two strong allies who had already told me they would like to head back to Sunspire from time to time.
Congratulations!
Your relationship with Avya Dalewind Sunspire has progressed. Your praise and confidence in her abilities as an empath has given her a reason to feel pride. Your abilities associated with Auralla have also progressed.
In fact, if push came to war with the Masters, less might really be more. I started considering some potential plans that didn't involve me sauntering into town with a handful of powerful sexy ladies.
With nothing extremely pressing for the afternoon, I packed these six hot women into Mack's cab to watch a movie. I had a couple of DVDs in the truck, and some in cellophane in back, but we went with a classic: a lone guy heading to an alien planet, where he uses advanced technology to become a blue alien. He then falls in love with one of the blue aliens the humans consider the enemies. And, lovestruck fool he is, tries to defend their home as his own against the technologically superior, trigger-happy corporate assholes from earth.
I put Hellera and Dallinya in the buckets reclined so they could see the screen, with Auralla on my right, Velleth on my left, Fayeen a bit squashed against the wall, and Avya in my lap.
The whole thing was surreal. I figured the womenfolk would have a strong reaction to everything: they'd never seen a movie, never had a sci-fi tale in their lives (unless you counted the cosmic myth of Rea birthing the world like an egg), never seen VFX… they didn't know if this was a 'true story' of my world or not. I had to narrate a bit at the beginning so they could understand, but soon Auralla gently shushed me. Turned out it wasn't necessary. The plot was pretty simple: soldiers want thing, aliens don't want to give it over, lovestruck idiot caught in the middle.
They jump, gasped and muttered, turned wild eyes to look at me, and visibly recoiled away from the major setback, where the humans blast the gigantic tree to smithereens with a bunch of missiles.
Even if they didn't recognize the weapons or technology, they'd seen fire leap out of the barrel of my gun. They'd seen their big strong Master man thrown bodily.
Avya shrank into me at first, but soon realized she was having an affect on my body. Within the first thirty minutes she was grinding her ass against me, and pulling my hands up to her breasts. Of course, who could resist an insistant beautiful woman?
Soon she'd pulled up the front flap of Auralla's new gift to me and was stroking my hardon with a more deft touch than before.
"You've been reading my emotions," I breathed in her ear.
"Just your heart, and your body," she breathed back, and licked my earlobe.
I had to keep this quiet if it was going to happen, I thought… but I realized it wasn't necessary. Aside from Avya, the women were all captivated by the movie. I kept watching, but slid my hand lower to do a little finger foreplay. If Avya really wanted me inside her again, and it seemed she did, it was going to be without Auralla's help, and it was going to be delicate.
She was fully spread out, sitting cross legged on me, with her see-through dress and no underwear. There was no impediment to spreading her lower lips and stroking, then easing fingers inside her, even while slowly massaging the pleasure button.
While the other women gasped out, Avya would hitch her breath as well, shuddering against me. She continued to wiggle her ass against the base of me, while stroking up and down awkwardly behind her back. Eventually she gave up, because it was too awkward to have her arms behind her like that, and she just used her whole back, hands planted on my thighs, to undulate up, grind in, up, out, and back down, pressure from her butt followed by her lower back. Slow and steady, like she was trying to fuck me with her entire body.
It was working, so I went to work harder on her nipples and her clit. I reached deeper with one finger while rubbing against that magic button with my thumb, until she shuddered for a good ten or fifteen seconds, unable to watch the movie.
The movie had this one really hot part, where the main character pilots his blue alien and the native girl are kissing, caressing, connecting… and I started to feel Avya's lust leak out into me. I knew it was happening because the UI window informed me.
You have succeeded a Sly check against Avya Dalewind's special ability:
Broadcast Empathy
. Your emotions are being manipulated, but the effect is reduced by your tier and success.
"You little minx," I breathed, and I could feel her joyous mischief rise into me. This hadn't been part of the plan to help the four of Giskennen's slaves come around to my way of thinking, she'd come up with it all on her own.
It was working on the others in the cab as well: Auralla and the newcomers gave out shuddering breaths as Avya's lust and satisfaction poured out and into them. I didn't have female anatomy, but I could feel ghost pulses of a finger inside me, another finger rhythmically rubbing my phantom clitoris, the tweaking of my sensitive nipple, and the rigid heat of my own cock against my back.
I added a second finger, and all five other women gave simultaneous moans when I curled them around in search of the g-spot. A choir of sex-addled lust. My fingers were so tightly squeezed it was nearly painful.
This kept on, long past the story beat of the movie. Avya's orgasm rose slowly in my own body, and among the others, until it crashed against me. Even blunted as it was by whatever resistance I had, it was nearly enough to trigger my own orgasm.
The rest of them didn't have the resistance I did; all of them came as one.
While they were in the throes, Avya slid forward, onto her knees on the sleeper bed, then slid right backwards. This raised her to just the right height. I raised my own legs to give her feet space, and realized this was a position I'd never had before. I didn't think it would've been possible on earth. Her toes came into contact with my butt, and her little bubble but was now at the correct height.
I lined up my cock with her entrance, and felt her tiny hand on mine in the dark, ensuring the perfect placement.
She let out an explosive breath as I entered her, just the crown. Again it was incredible just how tight she was. In the cab, her dark skin was washed out by the light of the television screen, but there was just enough to see my dick being taken, quarter inch by quarter inch, as she pulled off and pushed down harder.
I felt Avya gritting her teeth and tensing her muscles, and I also felt her determination. More and more of me disappeared into her with each stroke, while I felt it going into
me
.
Everyone had lost interest in the movie. Most of them were just reclining in the bucket seats or against the walls touching themselves, but Auralla and Velleth were watching it happen with great interest. A blue hand fell on my thigh and began lightly stroking. On the other side, Auralla was pressed against me and licking my ear in between staring down at Avya's hard work.
"Mm—" Avya said, thrusting back.
Several more thrusts, and we reached the place where she'd stopped before. Still, this time when she backed into me, she wiggled her ass and took several big, deep gulps of air.
"Mm… mm…"
She pulled forward and then slammed back.
"Mm!" she squealed. Only about an inch, maybe an inch and a half was left between my abs and her butt.
She pulled forward and rammed herself backward. Delicious, painful pleasure ached inside me. All of them moaned loudly.
"Mm… more!" she hissed, pulled forward, and pushed back one final time.
She'd almost gotten there… but still failed with over a half inch left.
She came again, and collapsed as her arms refused to hold her up. The rest of the girls came again as well, before the empathy broadcast power shorted out. And because of all the extra sensation from her ability, I came too.