The Longest Road, Part 32

"So..." Rysanial asks eagerly, as the two of you walk through the hallways of the fortress. "When do I get a taste of this heroine?"

You smile. "Not yet. The next step is getting her used to multiple partners, but I want to start her off easy. She's already met Kelissa. So for the first time, let's keep it to just three."

The succubus pouts, but soon shakes off the rebuff with a sigh. "Oh well... I suppose I can always find some lonely maid or frustrated orc soldier to pass the time... Just let me know when I can take this new girl for a spin!" With that she darts away, fluttering her wings a bit to give herself some extra propulsion as she skims across the floor.

For your part, you spend the next few minutes tracking down where Kelissa does her work. It's not difficult to talk another maid into divulging the location, and soon you're standing at the door of the fitting room. Without hesitation, you open it and walk in.

Both Khaytala and Kelissa glance up as you enter, the former immediately looking embarrassed. It probably has a lot to do with the getup Kelissa has her in. Khaytala certainly cuts a striking figure dressed all in black. Her arms are encased in jagged, wicked-looking gauntlets, with similar-looking greaves for her legs, and spiked pauldrons on her shoulders. Black leather winds around her chest, showing plenty of cleavage and midriff, while a black loincloth covers her below.

It's certainly quite a bit more... theatrical... than what Khaytala was wearing before. "I feel ridiculous in this," she mumbles, not meeting your eyes. "Can't wait to get out of it."

You walk closer, making no effort to hide where your eyes are roaming. "I certainly wouldn't mind helping you do that," you say teasingly, causing her to blush. You've gotten her much more used to affection over the trip back... but there's an audience this time.

Kelissa glances at you, wordlessly inquiring whether she should leave. You give a minute shake of your head, then incline your head pointedly toward Khaytala. Kelissa's eyes widen a little, but she nods, and you can see nervous excitement start to build in her expression.

You circle closer to the heroine, who stands there entirely unsuspecting of what is about to happen. Kelissa's hands run along Khaytala's body, getting just a little more touchy as she takes some more measurements, pressing her body to the other woman's. Khaytala looks surprised, but you distract her by moving in closer, sliding your own hand up her side. "You shouldn't feel ashamed, though. You look absolutely stunning in that."

"I don't—" She breaks off into a small gasp as your hand slips beneath her armor's neckline, groping her breast and inflaming her passion with your supernatural touch. "T-Talavar... Talavar wait, what are you doing? She's still—"

But she breaks off in stunned surprise as Kelissa cinches up even tighter against her, the smaller girl going onto her tiptoes to give Khaytala a soft, chaste kiss. "Please..." the maid whispers, looking up at Khaytala soulfully. "Please, let me show you how much it means to me, that you gave up so much to help my mistress..."

Khaytala splutters, but before she can even process what's going on you take her chin and turn her into a kiss of your own, before turning her back toward Kelissa. The two women look at each other, Khaytala taking the full force of the maid's pleading expression and hesitant touch, while you idly molest the heroine into a hornier and hornier state.

And in the end, Khaytala decides to go with the flow, pulling Kelissa into a kiss of her own initiation.

It's clear that she can tell the difference between the kind of inhuman pleasure you can provide and the kiss of a mortal. But that's not necessarily a bad thing. Khaytala is on much more equal footing as she and Kelissa's tongues explore each other, as the two women navigate their own dance of pleasure, slowly feeling out each others' needs and desires. And of course, you keep ratcheting up the eroticism indirectly as you play with Khaytala's body.

You and Kelissa maneuver Khaytala back until she's pinned against the far wall. Eventually the two women break apart, just a little, their faces still lingering less than an inch from each other as Kelissa looks up adoringly at her new lover. Then, in a gesture of complete subservience, the maid slides ever-so-slowly down Khaytala's body, until she's kneeling submissively, still looking up. After holding that gaze for a few more endless seconds, she dips her head beneath Khaytala's loincloth. The movements of the fabric make it clear that she's begun worshiping Khaytala with her tongue... if Khaytala's reactions hadn't given that away already.

You cut off Khaytala's moans with another kiss of your own, you and Kelissa assailing her from every direction. You're impressed with the maid's skill—which shows a marked improvement from your first tryst—and you suspect that Rysanial has been practicing with her quite a bit since she returned from her own mission.

It isn't long before the two of you bring Khaytala to her first orgasm, her body clenching violently, then slumping against the wall. Without pause, you start to strip her from the top, eagerly fulfilling her desire to remove what she's wearing. Kelissa starts to do the same, working her way up from the bottom. You meet in the middle, whereupon the two of you pull Khaytala toward a nearby couch.

You strip Kelissa as you go, and by the time you reach your destination your expert hands have removed her clothes as well. It's a tight fit, but you push Khaytala down onto the small couch before laying Kelissa down on top of her. The two naked women squirm pleasantly against each other, skin against skin, as you settle in behind them. Khaytala's eyes go wide with shock as she realizes that you're about to fuck Kelissa right on top of her.

And she's even more shocked as it starts to sink in just how aroused she is by the idea.

The two women stare into each other's eyes. Kelissa is timid, still afraid that Khaytala might be angry, while Khaytala is swept up in a whirlwind of emotion. But even disoriented as she is, Khaytala's fundamental character remains unchanged, and she moves instinctively to reassure the other girl. Strong arms wrap around the maid's fragile form, pulling her even tighter against Khaytala as the two begin to make out in earnest.

You smile at their enthusiastic display as you place your cock against Kelissa's entrance. She lets out a whimper, the pace of their kissing increasing even more in feverish anticipation of what they both know is about to happen. Then you thrust into her, grinding Kelissa even harder against her other partner, the three of you moving together in a frantic desire to bring the others to greater heights as you fuck and fuck and fuck.

The maid soon loses her composure entirely, tears of bliss streaming down her cheeks. She screams out her ecstasy as she comes hard. Khaytala watches in wonderment, seeing for the first time from the outside what it looks like to be ravished by you.

Kelissa slumps into Khaytala's arms, weakly kissing her down the side of the heroine's neck as she basks in the afterglow. You aren't even close to done, though, and you waste no time in switching to Khaytala. Now it's the heroine who is lost in bliss, throwing her head back as you give her a thorough fucking, with a wearied Kelissa also contributing what she can.

You give them no rest, taking both of them over and over in different positions, driving them to climax after climax as each of you abandon yourselves to the carnal passion of the moment. Kelissa tries her best—she really does—but she can't keep up with either of your stamina. Eventually she rolls off the couch to land with a sweaty thud, lying gasping on the ground, chest heaving as she tries to recover enough strength to rejoin the fun. You continue to fuck Khaytala, your frenzy only increasing as your thrusts pound her into the couch to her wanton delight.

Finally you come yourself, your seed exploding into Khaytala's womb. She orgasms again, her fingers digging into the couch so hard that her strength shreds the upholstery. She lets out an unhinged cry, her channel clamping down on you as she accepts shot after shot of your semen. And for a while you just lay there, sweaty, limbs tangled together, hair in disarray.

Eventually you pull yourself back up to a sitting position, allowing Khaytala the space to get up as well. Kelissa has, by now, recovered enough that she can immediately kneel between your legs, her head bobbing up and down as she sucks on your cock. You lean back, placing a hand on the maid's head to give her some gentle guidance, but otherwise you just relax.

Khaytala sits up next to you, quickly catching her breath. She takes a long look at the maid whose service you're appreciating, before turning to you. "You're... not actually a tiefling, are you?"

"Not exactly," you say with a half-grin.

"I... kinda suspected," Khaytala admits. "Wasn't sure until now, but..." She lets out a deep breath. "Wow."

"It was the Witch Queen who summoned me," you explain. "It's just like she told you. She was trying to find a way to survive... but one that she could live with. So she asked me to protect her. Because she knew I could do it without killing you or any of your friends."

"So... Wait, does that mean..." You can see the full realization start to dawn. "You're planning to... With all of them?"

Your only reply is a knowing wink, to which Khaytala gulps. "I-is that really necessary?" she says in a weak voice. "I mean... I'm sure if we just explained..."

"I'm not sure it's that easy," you say. "It's like the question you asked me back in the caravan. I do think your Lady Alicia was right in her guess. The queen would like to negotiate... but there's something else at play. Something that's hanging over her head, something she doesn't want to talk about. I just... haven't figured out the details. Yet. It might be something political... or it could be something more than that. Either way, I don't think she can just come to the table, no matter how much she might want to. She needs something she can play off as a win."

Then your smile widens, and you slowly start to affectionately run a hand up Khaytala's back. "More importantly, though, that's not even close to the only reason I'm doing this," you say. "Even if there were no threat of war whatsoever... I still would have wanted to share this with you, Khaytala." You lean in closer, until you're murmuring your temptations right into the heroine's ear. "I still would have wanted everyone to be every bit as happy as you are right now."

She shivers against you at those words. "Holy fuck..." she whispers back. She's staring off into the distance, and you can tell that she's envisioning some of her friends in positions much like Kelissa was with her during your frenzied lovemaking. And you can tell that those fantasies are making her heart beat faster. "Holy fuck. This... this is really happening. Holy fuck."

"Unholy fuck, actually," you correct. Khaytala snorts, and your quip earns you an—admittedly deserved—elbow to the ribs. More importantly, it also lightens the mood, giving her a distraction from the weight of the realization.

Eventually, Khaytala leans against you, the side of her head resting against yours. "So..." she says hesitantly. "If... if that's really the way this is going to be... then... who are you going to go after next?"

You pause to consider, reflecting back on everything you already learned from your time analyzing the information Iskro had accumulated, as well as everything you've since learned about their abilities and relationships. You managed to bring Khaytala over to your side without alerting anyone to her absence, so you should still begin with the element of surprise for at least one more foray... or maybe two. Though that will probably depend on how your next attempt goes, combined with how long it takes any spies the enemy might have to get back word that Khaytala is with Kovora now.

Either way, you already have a feeling which heroine should be next on your list. And that heroine is...