A/N: I've moved this story over to the Mature rating because I couldn't resist putting in adult scenes. X3
**Scene 57 has explicit sex (M/F); 25 is kinda close too (again M/F)**
100 Scenes Challenge: 80, 25, 39, 16, and 57
80) Words
Baby was different, that was certain. The smurfettes of the village watched the child develop normally physically, but there were things that were just... off about the hybrid child. Most attributed the oddities to the mixed blood, others speculated.
It worried Foxy. Baby was happy and healthy, but when the smurfette hugged her daughter there was no reaction. The child sat there as though the hug were no different from being carried. The redhead remembered the youngest of her sisters. Even at a young age they hugged back, some even going so far as to snuggle into the older female hugging them.
The mother watched her child play with a set of wooden blocks. The little smurfling placed them carefully into a neat orderly row, picking the matching hearts that lined one side of each block to face in the same direction. This was how the wily smurfette knew the child was intelligent. The little one seemed to recognize patterns with ease.
But her first word ceremony had been a disaster. The moonlight had lit the child up, but she sat there. Mama had never seen anything like it. The village elder poured over the books left by her own mother, but there was no mention of a first word ceremony not producing a word. It wasn't like the child was mute, she cried when hurt or hungry or overtired. She laughed and giggled when she was happy.
Mama adopted a wait-and-see approach. Perhaps the next month's full moon would spur the child into the world of language. Foxy had high hopes that they'd just mis-timed the event.
Her hopes were dashed the next month. By the fourth time they tried it was clear that there was something wrong. Baby had taken to watching them expectantly while sitting on the mushroom in the moonlight. As if something was supposed to occur with them. They tried a total of seven times before finally giving up. Perhaps Baby just wasn't meant to talk.
Eventually their attention turned to allowing the child to enjoy life as she was. Her second birthday was coming up and the village was excited in preparation for the event. Most would make the child something for her birthday which meant a huge influx of toys to litter the floor.
Foxy roused one evening, unsure why she'd awoken. Baby still wasn't sleeping all the way through the night, another oddity, but she only woke once in the night for some warm milk. Glancing at the clock she noted it was too early for the smurfling to be up. A mood struck her and she climbed out of bed to check on the child, her cot was just behind a small privacy screen.
Baby wasn't in bed. Worried, the redhead started her search of the house. Worry turned to panic when she saw the front door open.
"Iggy!" The witty smurfette cried in a panic. "Baby's gone!" She rushed outside, trying to locate her daughter.
The imp leapt from the bed, jolted awake once he'd processed his wife's words. He grabbed a lantern from it's hook and joined his mate outside. Both parents called out for their child, trying to locate the little smurfling. Around them, lights went on in houses as their cries awoke the other smurfettes. Speedy ran to get Mama, her nightgown billowing.
The shouts carried through the village, awakening those still slumbering in a wave. Savvy burst into Seer's house, startling the oracle from her trance.
"Baby's missing!" The bookworm cried.
"I hadn't..." The black haired female started. She cursed herself internally. Too caught up in trying to solve the dark tangle, she'd let the smaller troubles work themselves out. She hadn't even bothered to look at any recent events in the past few days.
Feeling guilty, the blind female stood. "I know how to find her, but I won't be able to walk. Find Mighty, she can carry me." She listened as her friend rushed from the house, neglecting to close the door. Breathing deeply, Seer focused on looking at the past. Her eyes couldn't see anything but darkness, which meant that the colored threads she 'saw' were not there by sight. It was strange and confusing to use her ability like this. Her sisters (indeed most living things) were orbs of light, their thread of fate trailing off into the past as they chose their path. If she tried to focus on the future instead of the past things became horribly chaotic. The threads of probability spread out like spiderwebs from an individual, and the possibilities of interactions and other things meant she usually only perceived a writhing mass of fates.
The future sight was far more orderly within the astral realm.
Tonight she only needed the past though. She could follow that thread to find the child. The thumping of feet grew steadily in volume and she watched the glowing orbs of orange and lavender approach her. Without a word Mighty scooped her up bridal style, ready to go.
"Take me to Foxy's, that's where I need to start." She felt the rush of air and jar of heavy footfalls as they ran towards the house. Already the oracle could see the trail of light pink leading away from the house. She pointed and Mighty ran, avoiding the physical obstacles in their path. From the sounds of running feet they weren't alone, most of the village following.
From nearby Fauna's voice came. "This is the way to the First Word clearing!"
Foxy ran faster, sure now about just where her daughter was heading. Speedy followed at her heels, measuring her pace with the young mother. They arrived only moments ahead of the crowd.
Baby made an annoyed sound as she tried to climb on top of the mushroom. At the commotion the smurfling turned and saw the crowd of smurfs entering the clearing. She grinned and redoubled her efforts to get on top of the fungus.
A hush fell over the crowd. Ignacio glanced at Foxy and the pair walked up to the mushroom. The imp scooped up his daughter and sat her on the cap. Then the moon shown down.
Baby squealed in delight and shook her hands, open palms facing out at chest level. It was something she did whenever she was really excited. She looked up at the night sky, delighted. Something stirred within her.
"Stars!" The child cried. Relief washed over the bushy haired female and she hugged her husband. Apparently satisfied with her single word, Baby scooted her legs around and dropped to the ground.
The crowd rippled with excitement over the belated word.
"Maybe she'll be an astrologer." Spooky guessed.
"Or an Astronomer." Savvy grinned, already planning on which books to show the child.
"She could be the star of her own routine!" Tumblette exclaimed. "Shooting for the stars with each stupendous performance!"
"A navigator." Middy smiled as she nudged Marina.
"Now girls," Mama began before the guesses could carry on and delve into arguments. "Baby will follow her heart, like any smurf. But for now I think it's time we smurfed back to bed." At that the crowd headed out, Foxy picking up her child.
"Whatever words you smurf, wherever your heart leads, I just hope you'll be happy, Baby." The redhead murmured so that only she, Iggy, and Baby could hear.
Baby didn't acknowledge her, staring up at the night sky.
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25) Trouble Lurking
Fancy's house was partially dedicated to her craft, much like the other artisans in the village. To Seer, this meant that she had to be careful not to trip over rearranged furniture or random objects in the floor once she got in the house. The oracle rapped on the door, trusty tapping cane in hand.
"Coming!" The fashionista's light soprano echoed as footsteps neared the door. "You've just smurfed in time-" The friendly greeting was stopped as the blond opened the door and saw who it was. Why would the village wierdo be on her doorstep? "Hello Seer. What smurfs you here?" The smurfette asked cordially.
"I'm afraid nothing as smurfy as new attire, I need to smurf with you on matters most dire." Subtle wouldn't work on Fancy. At least, her opening would allow Seer entry into the other female's home.
A sense of dread pricked at the back of the designer's mind. Seer was strange, but her words always held weight. Even Mama and Cookie heeded the oracle's advice. She smiled nervously until she remembered her sister's lack of sight.
"I see. Smurf in, please." The blond stepped aside to let the other female in.
Tapping her stick against the floor to check for obstacles, she made her way towards where she remembered the table was. It was still there and she felt her way into a chair. Moments later, she heard her sister sit down.
Without preamble, the oracle began. "Fancy if you do not smurf your ways, it will mean the end of all our days."
The fashionista narrowed her eyes. "What exactly do you smurf, change my ways?" She'd been far kinder about her criticism ever since she'd been beaten bloody by Vio- Mighty.
"You are still the most selfish smurfette I know. Why do you smurf the others avoid you so?" Even though Seer was blind, her gaze was piercing.
Fancy glared back, even though her guest couldn't see. "I've smurfed my best to be kinder. What smurfs you the right to come here and accuse me of-"
Seer cut her off. "It isn't lightly that I smurf you out. Or without reason, have no doubt. What I have seen..." She trailed off, looking haunted.
"And just what have you smurfed?" The blond asked impatiently.
The blind female refocused herself. "It's been enough to smurf me to my core. That's for sure." She paused for a beat, then continued. "There will come a time when you have to smurf between perceived danger to yoursmurf and the wellbeing of one you hold dear. Choose her. Weather the storm. Not only will the two of you be stronger friends for it, but the village will be spared a calamity of such proportions..." She took a shuddering breath. "Let's just smurf it will be bad. So many will be lost. Smurfed."
The fashionista was silent as she processed the warning. After a few minutes she leaned back in her chair. "You're smurfing that if I don't take a risk to save one of my friends some of the village will smurf." Then she scowled. "And what exactly does that smurf for me?"
Seer couldn't help the anger that welled up within her. "Aside from assuring the smurf of half of the village?" She snapped. "Windy will die. Cashmere will die. YOU will die." In her anger she was unaware that she'd tapped into some of her power. Her eyes glowed as she pointed accusingly at her host.
Fancy shrank back further against the chair. In that moment the smurfette realized just why the others held the oracle's words as truth. She looked terrifying, as though she saw to the fashionista's core and found her lacking. What's more, she looked as though she had the power to actually do something to her.
"Tell me what to smurf." The blond murmured, resigned.
"Give of yoursmurf to save a friend. It will be hard, but smurfy in the end." She'd come up with that before this meeting, it was easier to keep up the rhyming.
"No." The fashionista leaned forward and slapped her hand against the table, making her guest jump. "You're going to smurf me exactly what I should be smurfing. These vagaries are too unsmurfy."
The dark haired smurfette closed her eyes, sadness on her face. "I'm sorry for asking this of you. ...In a few days time you will smurf a Prince in the forest. He will capture you and Windy. If you do not agree to his demands Windy will be smurfed."
"And his demands?" Fancy prompted.
"He'll want you. To..." The oracle colored. "To smurf you."
The blond leaned back again, absorbing the revelation. "Does he look unsmurfy?"
The question caught Seer off guard. "What? No. He's an elven prince, I've never heard of faeries looking unsmurfy."
An elf prince! The fashionista's mind started thinking of possibilities. "Just how will that be unsmurfy then? A Prince? It smurfs like a dream come true!" Could she convince the male to marry her? Princess Fancy sounded rather nice. And then… Queen Fancy!
Astounded, the blind smurfette blinked. She'd thought that Fancy would fight against her suggested fate. The vision showed that her thread had frayed after the experience, but she'd assumed it was because had went unwillingly into the ordeal. So why had the smurfette before her suffered trauma?
"After your time with him, your suffer for some smurf. I smurfed it was because you didn't want to be... be smurfed by him." Seer finally answered.
The blond huffed. "I want to smurf what I'm in for. Are you able to see what smurfs me?"
"It is difficult to see while awake." The oracle nodded slowly. "Give me time, I don't smurf how long this will take." She started to breathe slowly through her nose, concentrating on the ticking of a nearby clock. She wasn't aware exactly how long it took to enter into her power fully, but she was aware immediately when she did. The starlit expanse of probability was there before her, threads aligned like the keys of a piano and stretching into the dark tangle she feared. She found Fancy's thread followed it.
The ice blue line now sallied forth intertwining tightly with a dark purple thread that she was sure was the Prince's. Afterward the fashionista's thread frayed and weakened. She followed the line with her sight, it made it out of tangle and slowly healed. It even twined loosely and tightly with other threads. Friends, a lover… It seemed like the smurfette would do well.
The tangle remained. She hadn't changed anything aside from saving Windy. She'd have to address that tonight. For now, she looked closely at the thread where it wound with the Prince.
She felt thrumming between her legs, pleasure coming in waves and need spiking into something all consuming.
"Please, I need... Just smurf me!" She heard Fancy cry. A chuckle was her answer.
"Now, now. You agreed to my terms. I'll please myself with you soon enough." The Prince's silken voice seemed to inflame her more. "I'll have you utterly." Breath tickled her ear and she shuddered. "Completely."
A sudden slap across the backs of her thighs jolted Seer completely out of the trance she was in. She cried out, panting. It took her a short while before she realized that the strike was part of the vision and nothing that happened to her real body.
The fashionista studied the smurfette before her. "Well?"
"It's too much..." The oracle tried to shake off the feelings she'd experienced. "I experience things as smurfed by who I look at." She realized her mistake in admitting that seconds after she'd spoken. She'd never admitted as much to any of the others, even Savvy.
Fancy folded her arms, lifting her chin into the air. "If you're smurfing for pity I'm the last smurfette you'll get it from. You are asking me to smurf that, the least you can do is smurf through it vicariously. Did you smurf out what I asked?"
Seer swallowed. "No." With a troubled expression, she tried to enter the trance again. After finding herself before the threads again, she took a breath and looked into the tight twist of purple and blue again.
"Drink." The Prince lifted Fancy's chin up and a cup was pressed to her lips. She whimpered, recognizing the smell. The muscles in her neck twitched as she considered turning her head. But the smell lured, beckoned. She found herself swallowing, relishing the liquid heat suffused with something else.
"Good little pet." The elf murmured. "I have a treat for you." Through the haze of the potion she felt his shaft press against her entrance.
"Oh yes!" She cried as he entered her with one swift thrust, the euphoria of the drug mingling with the ecstasy of the coupling. He began a swift, rough pace that jarred her entire body.
Seer found herself unable to pull away. It was like liquid pillows in her veins, a gentle, blissful feeling that pushed away any discomfort. All that was left was the pleasure, centered on where they were joined. Small jolts entered into the symphony that coursed through her body as the elf lavished attention on first one breast then the other. Suddenly she could take no more, pushed over the edge into an explosion of feeling that left her gasping for breath.
Fancy shifted uncomfortably. It was twice now that she'd seen her dark haired guest become aroused. This time she seemed to have gone all the way to the end of things. Well, at least she'd apparently enjoy herself in the future if she did what this soothsayer wanted.
The blind female roused herself out of her stupor. Addictive potions. So the Prince would drug the blond. Would she still go through with it if she knew? Even to save Windy? Did it even matter since the village wasn't saved after all? Normally Seer had time to work things through, weigh the best options. She was sure the fashionista wouldn't wait. She wanted answers now.
The oracle made a judgement call. "You fall in love with him and he smurfs your heart." She lied.
The blond laughed. "Well, he must be pretty smurfy to enrapture me so quickly. Forewarned is foresmurfed. I'll do what you smurf, Seer." What harm would a dalliance, with a prince no less, do if it would save her only friend? And saving the village, ha! She'd be the hero of the day. Maybe her sisters would then recognize her as something more than a bully.
"Thank you." Seer said sincerely. "Please, don't smurf about my abilities to the others. They may... view it as unsmurfy."
"Oh, you don't have to smurf yourself about that." The fashionista grinned predatorily. "It's much better to finally have a little something that might make you smurf some respect." She felt satisfaction when the oracle winced. "Now, if we're smurf here, I'm expecting Windy."
She watched as the blind smurfette tapped her way back to the door and left.
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39) Dreams
Moonflower held the charcoal stick in her hand, slowly finishing a crude drawing. Careful thought it was remarkable, given the younger smurfette's lack of eyesight. While the glasses wearing brunette could relate a little to the struggles of being visually impaired, the pluck of the blind smurfling still surprised her daily.
"That's a really good smurf, Moonflower!" The eldest exclaimed.
The dark haired female wrinkled her nose. "I just wish he would talk to me."
"Huh?" Careful blurted, dumbfounded.
"He's my brother. I smurf him every night when I'm asleep. But I yell and smurf and he doesn't even look at me. He smurfs off on adventures instead of looking at the strings."
"Um… well it is just a dream." The eldest smurfling was at a loss.
Moonflower looked up at her older sister, almost as though she could actually see her face. "No. He's dreaming. He needs to wake up."
"Um…" The bespectacled female shifted uncomfortably. "Do you know how to smurf him up?"
The blind smurfling sighed, laying down the stick of charcoal. "No. Not yet. I need to smurf to Mama now."
Careful waited until her younger sister had stood, then took her by the hand to lead her to Mama's house. "I'm sure you'll smurf out what you need to know. You're a smart smurfette."
Moonflower let herself be led, staying quiet. Sometimes it was annoying how the older smurflings ignored her or took what she said to be part of an overactive imagination. They were starting to take her seriously. She was able to find lost toys for them, but what impressed them the most was her prediction of the flood.
Her mind wandered back to the little male smurfling she kept seeing in her dreams. She was sure he was her brother. Maybe the stork had dropped him somewhere by accident?
The blind smurfling waited until the pleasantries were over and Careful had left before she focused on the glowing point that was Mama Smurfette. "I saw him again, Mama. He still doesn't smurf to me."
Sorceress took her adopted daughter by the hands and knelt in front of her. "He'll learn in time, my little one. Then perhaps we'll find out where he is."
"Then he needs to wake up soon." Moonflower huffed impatiently. "If I could see his string I could pluck on it or smurf it back to where he is."
"Pluck it?" Mama tried to keep the alarm from her voice.
The smurfling hummed 'mm-hm'. "Pansy let me try smurfling her string. She smurfed it felt like I made her heart all tingly. I think it would smurf him up if I could see his string. But he's like me."
Mama looked sadly at the dark haired child, recalling the few lines written about oracles.
Among our people, there are those that can see into the future. Oracles are born perhaps once or twice in a generation, sometimes as many as three or as few as none. They have hard lives. Some smurfs mock them, thinking them mad. Others rely on them too heavily. They are in constant danger of being kidnapped by outsiders due to their abilities. I wish now that I had spoken more with FortuneTeller, then perhaps I could have written more about them.
While the mage couldn't teach her anything about her abilities, she planned on coaching her on how to put her gift to use. Above all, she needed to keep her daughter safe. Keeping most of her abilities a secret from outsiders seemed like the best course of action. Mama took a breath. "So how where your dreams last night, Moonflower?"
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16) Questioning
Wonderer looked at the broken gems adorning the awning of the entrance to her homeland. She'd never seen them shattered like this. In all her hundred and eighty seven years of living, those five gems had glowed with an ethereal magic. Perfectly cut, perfectly placed. They served as an anchor to the pocket realm that housed the smurfish race. Her people.
The open doors only showed a slight recess in the stone wall. There was no gateway, no view into the open greenery of Entry Park. She looked at the half of the fire ruby on the ground. With the entry way shattered, how could any smurf get into the realm? How could any get out for that matter? The smurfette rubbed her chin. Above the cracked gems was the most disconcerting thing. An etching in the stone that read simply: Cursed Land.
She didn't dare touch anything. If something was cursed, it'd take at least a mage to start sorting things out. Thanks to her sharp memory, she'd begun training as a historian before she found her love for adventure. At least… her memory extended to everything but directions it seemed. She was supposed to have been back here a month ago, per Chronicler's instructions.
She really should've taken that left turn at that waterfall.
Perhaps being late was a good thing this time, however. Whatever had befallen her homeland, she'd missed it by at most four months (if it had happened right after she'd left). It was annoying though, that she couldn't get in. Were they working to fix things from the inside?
"Thank smurfness! I thought I was the only one!" The voice echoed around the chamber and the smurfette jumped. She turned, seeing a male smurf clad in yellow pants and a cap, usual sunshine mountain colors, with the straps of what was likely a backpack on his back. From his full red colored beard, he was likely around three or four hundred years old.
"Only one?" Wonderer questioned after the statement sank in.
"Indeed!" The male answered. "I've been smurfing here for two months, hoping some of the traveling types would return. I was starting to worry I was the only smurf left."
Disbelief seized her. Surely he was pulling her leg. The gems only opened the way in and out so far as she knew. "What are you smurfing? I'm no mage." Annoyance was clear in her voice.
He blinked, eyes turning sad behind his half-moon spectacles. "I have an elf friend near here, he's a powerful mage. Something… desmurfed the realm from the inside out. There's no more Smurfland. All the smurfs inside… they're gone." He sagged against the wall of the chamber as though admitting the information took a lot out of him.
The information sliced into Wonderer's heart. "Please smurf me you're one of the pranksters from Sunshine. Please. This isn't smurfy in the slightest."
"My name's Adventurer Smurf." The male started quietly, as though being overheard was dangerous. "I don't smurf pranks, especially not those kind."
The purple clad female sank to the ground. Her family. Her friends. Even the smurfs she didn't particularly get along with. All gone. "Oh…" Was all she could manage before starting to weep.
Arms wrapped around her and she curled into the smurf's embrace. Adventurer's voice shook with emotion. "I tried not to smurf about it. Kept smurfing myself that maybe Glennodad was wrong. I keep hoping…" He sniffed. "He's made pocket smurfs like that before though. He knew. The look he smurfed me…"
The male lost his voice and both smurfs cried. Wonderer couldn't tell how long it was until her sobs had died down to hiccups. She was thirsty and her face felt puffy. The purple clad female held on until the red bearded male had settled down to shaky breaths. The two pulled back to look at each other, seeing not the messy effects of crying, but fellow smurfs in need.
"What if we're the only two left?" She queried.
He closed his eyes against the pain. "There has to be other smurfs. We're not the only ones that like to smurf around the world, I'm smurf of it." Blue eyes opened again. "But either way. We'll have to smurf lives that would live up to the name smurf."
She smiled. "My name's Wonderer. I'm from Lavender Cove." The female glanced sadly at the entry. "Perhaps I should smurf I was from Lavender Cove."
"I was from the Sunshine Mountains." The male confirmed her guess. The land had general areas arranged in a rough circle with Entry Park in the center and the Sapphire Sea surrounding it. Sunshine ended as cliffs to one side, giving way to Lavender Cove's sandy beaches. The Emerald Forest was beside the cove, followed by The Scarlet Jungle, Amber Fields, and Cyan Hills which completed the circle back to Sunshine.
All gone.
"Who would smurf such a thing? And why?" Wonderer asked.
"According to my friend, somesmurf far more powerful than he." Adventurer shook his head. "I've been smurfing every fey I can think of. No luck yet."
"I'll help. If we keep questioning, we're bound to smurf some answers." The purple clad female said with determination. "Maybe even…" She looked at the archway and dared to hope.
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57) Sacrifice
"I have never been so mortified in all my smurf!" Genteel exclaimed, shuddering. "It isn't proper for somesmurf to look upon a lady bathing like that! Mama you just have to smurf something!"
Around the debutante, the other smurfettes were crying out their anger and agreement. For two weeks sunbathers and those who liked to bathe or swim in the river had been startled by a peeping troll. The fey was often chased away by angry smurfettes, but he kept coming back. They never knew when the letch would start his spying.
The elder held up her hands. They really should have come to her sooner, this was an important matter. But the younger smurfettes were often headstrong and independent, thinking they could solve their problems on their own. "Now girls, calm, please. Has anysmurf tried to talk to the troll?"
Risky raised her hand, Balky made an abortive attempt then crossed her arms instead. The daredevil spoke up. "I smurfed him that most of us didn't like an audience. He smurfed that it was his territory and he could watch if he wanted. 'Not like I'm tleckins yas, bluebell.'" She finished in a fair approximation of the troll's voice.
"Balky?" Mama prompted.
The stubborn female huffed a breath. "I didn'a so much as talk te tha brute as I smurfed 'im in tha head with a rock."
The reaction of the crowd varied from Risky's guffaws to Spooky hiding a smile behind her fan. Mama sighed. She started to berate the Scottish smurfette, but Seer stepped forward.
"Violence will not make the troll leave us be. There is only one way that I forsee." The blind female held her tapping cane lightly in front of her. She waited.
"Well, smurf it out, lass!" Balky snapped after the silence began to stretch.
"I have to speak with him. Alone. Any other way will just smurf wrong." The oracle announced calmly.
"You can't smurf to him by yourself, who knows what that lech could do!" Savvy gasped.
Mama looked at her dark haired daughter with concern. "Are you smurftain you'll be safe?"
"Very." Seer smiled. "Tomorrow morn is the best. That's when I'll put all this to rest."
The blind female listened as the group dispersed. Footfalls closed in. Likely Savvy or Mama.
"Are you sure you have to smurf this alone?" It was her sister.
Seer turned towards the eldest's voice. "Yes. ...And having evesmurfers will ruin any progress I make. Just trust me. Please."
The bespectacled female sighed. "I'll try to smurf the others away too. Just be careful."
The oracle nodded. She waited until she heard the footsteps leaving before starting to move herself. Most who saw her would likely think she was heading to the little meadow where she liked to sit.
She was, but she wasn't stopping there.
Every vision told her that the troll wouldn't stop his spying unless he was killed or satisfied carnally. Killing wasn't an option. There were other smurfettes likely to strike up a relationship with the male (Risky was the most likely), but none survived exiting the dark tangle. The likelihood of them surviving was better if none of them became entangled with the troll.
She knew that to keep her sisters safe, she'd have to be the sacrifice.
From the interactions she saw in her tests viewing different smurfettes it was an incredible experience. She couldn't tell exactly what would happen, thanks to the troll's thread completely disappearing once it became entangled with hers. She wasn't used to not knowing what would happen.
It was both frightening and exciting. And after all, she knew him already vicariously. She felt justified in being selfish and enjoying it.
She looked at the lines of the past, following Genteel's until she heard the sound of running water. From there she sought out the unfamiliar past line of the troll. She peered into several mere animals until she found one she perceived as a warm sort of dark thing. The word earthy came to mind, though it wasn't the same as Excavette's line.
She took a breath and started following the line forward in time to find the troll. It was slow going through unfamiliar territory and the blind female tripped twice over small obstacles she missed with her cane. Seer supposed she should be fearful, wandering blindly as she was. Perhaps it was her gift that kept her calm.
Her cane hit a solid surface ahead of her, but the line continued through it. She reached out and felt cool ridges. Her hand gently moved around, creating a picture of a wooden door within her mind.
She knocked.
The orb that was the troll approached and she blinked away her Sight, vision becoming fully enveloped in darkness. There was a metallic click and slight breeze as the door opened. The troll let out a surprised grunt.
"How'd yas finds me, bluebell?" Asked the gruff baritone.
"I followed you." It was the truth, though she left out her supernatural ability that let her follow him some four hours after he'd left.
"Swallip." That had to be a curse of some kind, spoken so derisively. "So yous bluebells sents some mage or sommat?"
"I'm not a mage." Seer smiled. "I wanted to speak with you about your habit of watching my sisters."
She felt air in front of her face. "So theys sents a blind little doll, eh?"
"I'm blind, yes." Seer confirmed. She arched a brow. "But I managed to follow you back here with only my own senses."
The troll grunted. "Good points, doll." There was a slight thump of wood on stone. The male's tone was wary. "But yas says yas not a mage."
Most fey were wary of spellcasters. "I'm not. My senses are special though."
"Well, if yous is just here to talks about my watchins, then there ain't much to talks about. 'S my territory, my rules, doll."
The oracle tilted her head. "What do your rules say to exchanges?"
She heard him snort. "So yas gots some trinkets in them sleeves? Gonna try t'trades sommat for me t'keeps my eyes to myself?"
"Yes." She grinned, hoping she could bait the proverbial hook. "I'm sure I have something you're interested in within my clothes."
The troll chuckled. "Only one thing in yas clothes I'm interesteds in, doll."
The smurfette's smile didn't waver. "And would that be enough to keep your eyes to yourself?"
There was a moment of surprised silence. When the gruff fey answered next he spoke slowly. "Yas ons the same page as me, doll? I'm talkins about strippins those clothes off and tleckins yas."
"I'm aware. I'm blind, not naive. Would smurfing me keep you from watching my sisters?" The oracle was pleased that her voice didn't waver. Her heart had sped up and felt like a caged bird in her chest.
The gruff voice was a near growl. "Yas serious?"
She took a breath and tried to ignore the thumping against her ribcage. "I'm willing to become your lover if you stop spying on my sisters."
Large hands gripped her shoulders and she gasped. "Don't thinks I'm gonna bes all nobles and refuses yas, Doll."
"I didn't think you would." Seer couldn't help the startled yelp that escaped her when the troll scooped her up and carried her inside. She counted eight strides before she was deposited onto soft furs. His bed, she realized with a blush.
"Last chance, Doll. Yas shakins." The gruff voice was a low rumble. She clasped her hands to try to stop the trembling.
"I'm nervous… but not unwilling." The oracle added and reached towards the voice. "Can I look at you?"
"Just hows yas gonna dos that?" He countered. From the sound he had backed away.
"With my hands. I can s-form a picture in my mind by touching." The smurfette explained. She held out her hands, palms up. She knew what he looked like from her visions but the temptation was too strong to touch him in a less intimate way before giving herself completely.
He grunted and took them in his own. "I ain't much t'looks at, doll." The troll warned before lifting her hands up to his face.
The blind female's first impression was that his skin was smooth and warm. He had heavy, shaggy eyebrows on a ridge of bone above his eyes and she wondered what color the silken hair was. His nose was large and pointed, reminding her of a finch's bill. Two large teeth jutted up from his wide mouth and his jaw felt angular and square.
"I think… most would describe you as fierce." Seer murmured as her hands slid along his cheeks to feel his ears. They were long and pointed instead of round. The hair on his head was swept back, probably tied or braided.
His body shook as he chuckled. "That's the nicest I've ever heards anybody describes it, doll."
The oracle stopped at his shoulders, feeling bare skin. Her heart sped up again. She swallowed, deciding it would be best to forewarn the male. "I'm nervous because I've never been someone's lover before."
He moved slightly. "Yas tellins me yas never hads sex before?" His voice was almost a growl again. She wasn't sure how to interpret the tone.
"Never." Seer felt her face heat again. Like her sisters she'd been warned that springtime urges would be stronger once she'd taken that step. She wondered if her recent peeks into other's experiences would have had an effect on her come spring if she chose not to act this way.
"I ain't gonna hurts yas, doll." The troll rumbled. "They says trolls makes the best lovers… 'Cause we're sos fugly we gots to makes up for it somehow."
The smurfette giggled. "Should I be worried since I don't smurf you're ugly?"
"I'll shows yas, how's that, doll?" His large hand cupped the back of her head and then she felt his lips touch hers. She pushed against him. His lips parted and the blind female followed his lead, opening her mouth to him. The troll's tongue slid into her mouth. A warm sort of buzzing feeling spread from her mouth and she moved her hands from his shoulders to his chest. The sensations were more intense than her visions. This was her. This was real.
Boldly she pushed her tongue into his mouth and was rewarded with a deep rumbling sound that was half-growl, half-moan. She felt his protruding teeth on either side of her mouth and used the access to feel his other teeth out of curiosity. What she could feel seemed to be much like her own.
Seer wanted to experience him more, brushing her hands down from his chest to his stomach. His hands slid down and began to pull her shirt up. The troll pulled away and lifted off her voluminous shirt. She shivered from the exposure.
"Lemme sees everything." The growl was back. The blind female was starting to think that his growl meant he was aroused. His hands touched her sides and she inhaled sharply. He slid them down to her waistband. She pulled her tail out of the loop of her leggings and shifted so he could slide them off.
"Haw kruung Loki." The male murmured.
The oracle's brow furrowed. "What was that?"
He laughed. "I saids 'Loki's left nut' in Tusser. Yas stunnins, doll."
She blushed. "Thank you."
The troll touched her chin, lifting it. "Yous tells me if sommat even tickles the wrong way, yeah?" He growled.
"I will." Seer breathed, aware of his other hand as it slid from her knee to her side. He pulled her into another kiss and shifted forward. She felt bare skin on her legs where he should have pants. Had he taken clothes off while they were talking or answered the door with none on? A too warm brush from smooth skin on her thigh proved he was completely nude. That could only be one thing.
His hand slid up from her side, starting to knead her breasts. She whimpered, sensations pulling the sound from her involuntarily. He growled in response. Something warm wrapped around her leg and she recalled that he had a long tail that featured in almost all of the visions.
He broke the kiss and moved. Then she felt his lips surround her left nipple. When the troll began to suck Seer moaned. He switched back and forth between licking and sucking, from one side to the other, sending waves of pleasure through her like rocks thrown in a pond. She gasped, feeling out of breath.
The smurfette sensed him moving again and he left her completely. From the soft sounds heading away he was walking towards her left. Wood on wood scraped quietly. A drawer. The steps headed toward her and his heat returned. Glass clinked. A light scent became apparent.
Finally he explained what he was doing, as though he suddenly recalled she was blind. "I gots some oil. This'll helps." The growl returned. "Lays back, doll"
Her heart threatened to escape as she lowered herself down onto the furs.
"No needs to pant, doll. First I'm gonna plays a bit." His hands were slick-wet with the oil as he began in the middle of the inside of her thighs and worked his way slowly towards her center. A single digit slid down her slit. She whimpered again.
"We're workins up to that." He growled, going over her thighs and mound again. "But first, I needs a little relief."
He lifted her legs, gathering both ankles into a single hand. She compared it mentally to a sitting position, with both legs together and straight up in the air. The heat of his member slid between her thighs, not quite touching her flower. The troll moaned as he slid out and back in, just a bit closer this time.
"Oh!" Seer clutched at the fur under her as their hips met. He was working his way lower, beginning to brush her slit. The movement began to send waves of pleasure through her body. His pace increased and the heat parted her nether lips to slide along her nub. She cried out.
"Yeah doll!" The male kept up his thrusts. It felt like her body began to throb in time to stimulation. The smurfette started anticipating their hips meeting for the delicious rubbing across her center. She wanted him to push inside of her and tensed at the thought. The squeezing of her thighs seemed to spur him into increasing the pace and the bliss came in a steady current.
It spiraled and bunched, then suddenly snapped and her back arched as rode out her orgasm. Small heated droplets hit her chin, chest, and stomach as her lover found his peak. Seer wondered if the tingles she felt now were anything like having her thread plucked.
The troll sounded winded. "Didn't expects yas t'gets off on that, doll."
"I don't know what to expect." The oracle chuckled. She wiped off her chin with a finger and images replayed in her head of Risky's probability. She licked the moisture out of curiosity and made a face. It was bitter and salty.
The troll laughed. "Can't argues with that." She felt cloth on her chest and let him clean her off. He crawled to loom over her. His voice was a growl once more. "Now doll, let's plays sommore."
He pressed his lips to hers and she kissed him eagerly. Her hands were free to roam and she felt down his chest to his flat stomach. Then she explored his back. It was an expanse of smooth skin. It was a pity his tail was too far away.
The tips of his fingers glided over her nipples and she whimpered into his mouth. The troll growled in response and slid his tail teasingly up her leg. Seer pulled away to gasp and the male began to kiss her chin and neck, heading towards her chest.
He chuckled just before his tongue took over for his fingertips. One hand caressed her side, squeezing gently then trailing down. Anticipation quickened her pulse as her lover lazily traced a path to her slit. A single digit slid from the top of her mound to inside of her. He pushed fully in and pulled out, repeating the movement until the smurfette arched her back at the spike in pleasure.
"Let's trys two." He growled, sliding a second finger inside. The slight stretching feeling made the oracle suck in a breath. He stopped moving his hand. "Yas good?"
She bucked her hips, "Keep smurfing!" It occurred to her after that she could have been less demanding. Then the slow thrusts restarted and all thought fled as she exclaimed wordlessly. She grabbed at the furs under her, grasping and letting go only to clench them again.
His growl was pleased. "If yas gonna starts screamin, I likes hearin my name. Brum."
She panted the question after a hazy moment of collecting her thoughts. "Your... name is… is Brum?"
"Yeah, Doll." Brum growled, increasing the pace with his hand. "Lemme hears it."
Seer cried out wordlessly, forgetting everything but the pleasure building for a dozen quick breaths. Then, "Brum!"
He made a sound between a hum and a growl. The troll kissed down her thigh, still working his hand. "Again." He demanded, breath tickling her mound.
It was hard to focus with the coil tightening. "Brum!" The oracle managed. Warm and wet slid over her button.
"Ah! Brum!" Then he started to suck.
It was too much. Everything built and crashed all at once. The smurfette rose and fell as she shattered while screaming his name.
She wasn't sure how long it was before she was able to speak. "That was… Oh Brum."
The troll sucked in a breath. "Just… Gettins yas ready, Doll." He rumbled. She felt the heat as his body covered hers. She felt his weight shift to one arm while his free hand lifted her chin again. They kissed again. His tail brushed along her side, curling around to tease the top of her mound. The female lifted her hips wantonly. When she whimpered in need he obliged, tail dipping between her folds to rub her slowly. Her hum of appreciation turned into a moan.
He pulled away and she felt his breath on her ear. "Just relaxes, Doll." His tail kept up it's rubbing and he shifted to place his heat at her entrance.
She turned her head and pressed her lips to his skin. He kissed her as his shaft pushed inside. Her first thought was that he was bigger than what she'd experienced earlier. He rocked inside, pushing in and pulling back out in small increments to use her natural lubricant.
Brum broke the kiss, gasping. "Great Loki, so tight." Still, the troll kept working his way in until their hips pressed together.
She felt filled completely. She tensed and gasped as the sensations increased to borderline pain. She gripped his shoulders. He'd have to move, surely. "Wait!"
"Yas good, Doll?" His voice was strained. He stopped moving his tail.
"I don't know… I don't think you can move without it hurting." Seer was tempted to tap into her power, she wanted to watch her lover's orb float there in the expanse of darkness.
He scoffed. "Yas coulds just squeeze like yas dids and I'd probably gets my kruung." He hummed thoughtfully. "I'm gonna rolls us over."
Though she was forewarned the smurfette still gasped as her equilibrium told her of the movement. He grabbed her hips and she was spun from lying to a more upright position. The movement shifted him inside of her, but it didn't hurt like she expected.
He let her go. "Now. Yous ins control. Yas can moves or not." He rumbled.
Instead of moving she squeezed again. There was less discomfort now. What surprised her was Brum's moan. She blushed, feeling the heat in her cheeks. "You can feel it when I smurf that?"
"Yous so tight I can feels yas breathe." The troll growled.
The oracle shifted her weight experimentally. The slight movement had them both reacting, her moan and his growl. Becoming more confident, she lifted slightly off of him. She winced when the discomfort returned. Slowly she eased back down.
"Trys this." The troll gripped her hips again and coaxed her through a rocking motion. It was less painful. Seer took over the slow movement and her lover began to slowly rub her nipples. Pleasure began to override all the pain and she quickened her pace.
His tail coiled around hers. "Aw yeah, Doll!"
"Oh Brum." She moaned. She was climbing again, no longer worried about anything but the union of their bodies and the delicious friction they generated. She grabbed for purchase on his broad chest and took hold of his shoulders, pulling herself forward before rocking back.
"Keeps it up!" The male growled, then followed with his guttural native tongue. He reached between them to rub her pearl with his thumb.
"Ah! Brum!" The added stimulation almost made the smurfette lose her pacing entirely. Instinct alone spurred her onward, physically chasing the precipice. She faltered.
Her lover gripped her hips again, this time aiding her. They worked in unison matching the rapid movement that slid him back and forth. Seer was pushed to the edge first, calling out his name as her body shuddered. The troll came with a snarl, hips bucking as he followed behind her.
She lay down on top of him, trying to catch her breath. She tried not to think of her responsibilities, of what might happen now. She nuzzled Brum's chest.
"What yas name, doll?" The male asked.
"Seer." She mumbled sleepily.
"That's a stupids name fer a blind little bluebell." He scoffed.
The oracle chuckled tiredly then murmured. "I like the irony."