The Longest Road, Part 27

Khaytala struggles for the right words as she confesses her feelings, stealing anxious glances at you as she tries to gauge your reaction. It's painfully clear that she's never dared to do anything like this before. Nothing in her life of struggle and rejection has prepared her for this kind of utter vulnerability.

She can tell that it's all coming out wrong—that she isn't expressing herself the way she wants to—which only increases her fear that she's going to screw this up. Which, of course, only makes the task harder for her. "Do you think...?" she tries to say again, her voice barely above a whisper, the crucial words still catching in her throat. "Could you ever...?"

Enough is enough. You take a step forward, raising a hand to caress the side of her face. She looks at you, startled, her eyes filling with surprise... and maybe even a tiny bit of hope.

Then you pull her into a kiss.

Khaytala makes an adorable little noise of shock and relief, but it's muffled as you hungrily claim her lips. It's so sudden and intense for her that she starts to go weak at the knees. But you move forward, pushing her back until she's pinned against one of the nearby trees, which gives her some support. This also lets you attend to her with increased fervor, your tongue invading her mouth and capturing hers, doing with it as you please.

She wraps her arms around you as well. Her movements are hesitant and inexperienced, but that has a charm of its own, especially how tight she clings to you. She moans into your mouth, overcome by sensation, as you drown her in an incubus' ecstasy.

When you finally let her come up for air her hair is disheveled and her eyes slightly glazed. She's panting for breath, her gaze slowly focusing on you, your faces inches apart. You grin. "Does that answer your question?"

A giddy smile starts to spread across her face, and a few happy tears spill over as Khaytala starts to accept that this is actually happening to her. You kiss her again, and she responds more easily this time, melting into you. With each passing moment you bring her to even greater heights, your demonic saliva accentuating the pleasure of the act beyond anything a mortal could provide. If she weren't so innocent in these matters she might have already realized that you're no mere tiefling, but she has nothing to compare it to.

You continue in that vein for quite some time... but eventually your hands roam lower, working to unbuckle her leather armor. She's so lost in your embrace that she doesn't even notice, not until you start to pull it off of her. Her breath catches a little and she pulls back a little, looking away in embarrassment. "Talavar... I've never... I... I don't really know how to..."

"Don't worry," you murmur into her ear, your breath hot on her cheek even as you continue to pull the armor off. "I'll take care of everything. The only thing you have to do is feel."

She lets out a meek little eep, even as you continue to methodically strip her, kissing your way down her neck as you go, your bodies constantly in such close quarters that you can feel the heat radiating off of her. Soon you have her down to her simple cloth undergarments, your hands already exploring her body underneath them. She gasps, writhing against the tree, while you take the opportunity to divest her even of those.

She looks away, not meeting your eyes as she stands naked before you, fidgeting nervously. You drink her in, your hands running up and down her buxom, muscular body. She's lined with criss-crossing scars, but in your eyes they don't diminish her beauty. Quite the opposite. They're a testament to the life she's lived. To everything she's survived by sheer force of will.

Her breath is coming in shaky gasps as your hand slides even lower, toward her slit that even now is soaked with arousal. You start slow, but even that fleeting application of your expert touch causes her to arch her back, her fingers digging into the tree behind her for dear life as you start to frig her. "Oh... oh goddesses...!" is all she manages to say, before it becomes too much for her to even speak.

You continue to finger her, harder and harder, keeping her right on the very edge of orgasm as you slip out of your own clothes. You enjoy the noises you're drawing out of her with each new exposure to a world she'd never thought she would enter. Then, as her cries reach a fever pitch of plaintive desperation, you hook an arm under one of her knees, lifting her leg as you move to place your cock at her entrance.

You pause, giving her a chance to realize exactly what is about to happen, what you're about to do to her. Khaytala looks down at where you're joined, then shakily back up into your eyes, and you can see the loneliness and isolation that had tormented her for so long start to crumble as she offers herself to you. Without reservation.

Then you enter her. She lets out a wild cry as she instantly comes, her body clenching as she rides out an orgasm far beyond anything she's ever given herself. Nor are you finished with her. Even as she's coming down after that experience you thrust again, and then again, driving into her, pounding her against the tree.

Her ecstatic cries rend the air as you have your way with her. Soon she's responding in equal measure, your bodies grinding together in their embrace with ever-increasing ferocity. She might be inexperienced, but Khaytala is a fast learner... and you've never before had a partner who could match her for sheer physicality. Both her fingers and yours dig into each others backs as you mate, losing yourselves in the raw, primal act.

She alternates between gasping and screaming out the name you've taken, while you drive her to orgasm after orgasm. On and on it goes, as you play with her body as you see fit, to her delirious delight. Her folds clench around your member while her arms clench around your frame, wordlessly begging you to keep doing whatever you want to her.

Then, deciding the time is right for the finishing blow, you start to move with even greater ferocity, guiding her right to the edge yet again. And with one final thrust, you release your seed into her deepest parts.

Khaytala lets out a scream that expels all the air from her lungs as you pin her there, claiming her womb with torrent after torrent of semen, which she can do nothing but rapturously accept. When it's finally over she slumps against the tree, trembling in the afterglow of the moment as she feels the heat of your demonic cum inside her.

She looks at you in adoring wonderment, shakily trying to catch her breath as she searches for words to describe what she just experienced. You hold her tight in your arms, keeping her steady, but you do eventually lower her to the ground, pulling out of her so you can sit beside her at the tree's base.

This is just the beginning. Just the smallest foretaste of the lust and pleasure you intend to show her. But there's no need to rush. Instead, you wrap an arm around Khaytala, pulling her close as you let her recover from the overwhelming sensations. She responds eagerly, cuddling up against you, savoring the simple sensation of skin against skin—which to her is a precious wonder in its own right.

Your hands roam lazily up and down her body. Not in frenzied copulation like before, but rather in a tender display of intimacy, a steady reminder that she doesn't have anything she needs to hide from you anymore. She yields to your touch, laying her head into the crook of your neck, letting out the occasional low moan as you grope her breasts.

Eventually, though, she speaks up in a small voice. "So... what happens now?"

"I don't know," you say, pretending to be conflicted, uncertain, as though you're only just now thinking this through. "I don't want to be separated from you—not after this. But... once this journey is over... I do need to go back to Kovora. I'm one of the few people the queen can trust in that place, and I promised I'd protect her. I can't just leave her to die."

If there's one thing Khaytala understands, it's the desire to protect. She looks down, stricken. "I... have my own duty too. To the pact of heroines. I can't betray them either."

And there's your opening. "But... if you did come with me... would that even be a betrayal?" you ask, pitching your voice to sound earnest. "Think about it. What happens if the heroines' plan works? Even in the very best case? Another war, like the last one. How many countless deaths will that cause? Even the heroines themselves might not all survive to the end."

Khaytala tenses in your arms, and you know she's remembering her own experiences. Others might be able to think of war as some abstract venture on a map, but Khaytala has lived the horror of it firsthand. "The heroines might be able to win the coming battle," you say. "But the Witch Queen is the only one who can stop it. And she can only do that with enough support. I think I can give that to her. I think... we could give that to her."

It's a crazy request, of course, and Khaytala gives you a stunned look. "You... you want me to just switch sides? To join Kovora?"

"At least come with me to meet the queen for yourself," you urge. "Hear her out. Talk to her. I swear, if you still aren't convinced, you can turn around and leave. I won't try to stop you."

Then you give Khaytala a warm smile. "And... at the very least... the journey would give us that much more time together."

You can practically hear Khaytala's heart skip a beat. "Th-that would be nice..." she whispers, fiddling anxiously with her fingers. "And... and I guess just going to listen wouldn't be a bad thing. Even if I don't s-stay with you, I... I can try and talk with her, see if there's some other way to resolve this..."

She's doing everything she can to convince herself, so you don't get in her way as she continues. "I should probably be afraid of a trap, but... well, if you'd wanted to kill me, you've already had plenty of perfect chances. Heh. Verika would still say I'm being too trusting, but..."

Her voice trails off. Then she jerks upright, her eyes going wide. "Oh. Oh, shit!"

You blink. "Khaytala? Is something wrong?"

Khaytala hesitates, not quite meeting your eyes. "I... um..." she begins, sounding abashed. "I... might have made a mistake."

You raise an eyebrow. "What kind of mistake?"

"Well..." Khaytala begins. "It was when you were captured by that girl. I was... really, really worried. I didn't know where you were, or what they were going to do to you... and I was trying to think of something—anything—I could do. Even if it was a long shot."

Ah. Yes, you had considered the possibility that Khaytala might try something on her own that could complicate matters. "I certainly wouldn't fault you for that," you say. "What did you come up with?"

Khaytala rubs the back of her neck, looking away. "I didn't know where she'd taken you, but... I did know someone who could track any man, woman or beast alive. I couldn't leave the caravan myself, in case they came back to use you as a hostage. But I ordered one of the guards I trusted most to take our fastest horse and ride for all he was worth."

A cold feeling settles in your stomach. She's talking about Verika Ravahorn. The Ranger. Khaytala sent a messenger begging help from one of the other heroines—one that you haven't spent weeks slowly winning over. "I see. When do you think she might arrive?"

"I don't know," Khaytala admits. "It all depends on where she is. If she is patrolling the roads like she usually does, she could be anywhere along them. I was hoping the guard would find her before the assassin made her move, but..." Her voice trails off, and then she glances at the surrounding trees, and then down at her current, rather immodest state. "Goddesses. What if she shows up now?"

She reflexively reaches for a piece of her discarded undergarments, while she continues to talk. "Even if it's not until later, though... it could still be bad. She's... really perceptive, Talavar. I've never been able to keep secrets from her. And she's also... a bit protective of me."

Yes... this could be tricky. It's not insurmountable, though, and you have a few options. You could urge Khaytala to leave with you immediately, heading straight for Kovora as fast as you can. That would avoid any confrontation at all with Verika, and would probably be the safest move... in the short term, at least.

On the other hand, if the guard does find Verika and brings her back, she'll doubtless investigate everything the caravan has to say about the "tiefling" who vanished Khaytala away from her duties in such a suspicious manner. Worse, she'll be able to report back to the other heroines. If that happens, they'll doubtless be wary by the time you're ready to make your next move against them.

Alternatively, you could try to bluff your way through. Khaytala's inability to lie might make it a challenge, but you feel confident that your own skill with words work can work around that. You could let Verika find you, and convince her that there's nothing to worry about before sending her on her way. More risky... but if it works, it could buy you one more foray against the heroines with the element of surprise.

Though even if that tactic works, it's not without its own drawbacks either. Most notably, Verika will have actually seen your face—and watched your interactions with Khaytala—which could complicate matters later on. Though it might also present an opportunity to learn a little about Verika in advance, if you play your cards right.

In the end, there are no perfect options... but you're going to have to make a choice regardless.