Biking hard the whole way, I got back to the crypt a few minutes before midnight.
Xyla had Valeria trapped in a spider-like web of vines, suspended between two trees. Valeria’s panties were visibly wet, and she was writhing in ecstasy. Her eyes were closed.
“Oh, hi Abby,” Xyla said, as if she couldn’t detect the mont I entered the forest. She knew I was coming, alright, and her exaggerated casualness and expression of surprise didn’t fool . “Abby’s here,” she said to Valeria. “Play ti is over!”
The vines suddenly whipped through the air, and I had to duck one. Valeria dropped, and scread, only for her fall to be arrested by so vines around her chest while she was still a half foot from the ground.
“You –” she started, glaring at Xyla.
“Now, you’re safe and sound. I would never let any harm co to you.” The sentint probably would have been more appreciated had it not been punctuated by giggles.
“You scared !”
She’d scared a bit, too, although Valeria hadn’t been up that high.
“You were perfectly safe,” Xyla said, smugly, her vines slowly lowering Valeria to the ground before unwrapping. “That was fun!”
“I was just about to, um, you know, when you dropped !” Valeria said.
“Did you have a good ti?” Xyla demanded.
“Well, yes, or I wouldn’t have been so close.”
“And did I do all the work?” Xyla asked.
“Yes.”
“Well, dropping you was my fun.” And Xyla started laughing all over again.
“You were enjoying yourself the whole –” Valeria said, but then she got a better look at . “You’re hurt!”
“Just so scratches and bites,” I said. “Nothing that needs imdiate – uh, thank you.”
Valeria had ran and had already healed before I could finish the sentence. “Anywhere else?” she asked.
“I’m fine,” I told her. “You need to finish wrapping up your scene with Xyla.”
Valeria nodded, and walked back to the sexy dryad. “Thank you Xyla, for tying up.”
“You’re welco.”
“Next ti without the drop?”
Xyla shrugged. “You never know!” she said, with another giggle.
“Consent requires that both parties be fully inford,” I said.
Xyla grinned. “And she is fully inford that anything might happen.”
Valeria sighed. “Which is fun, until –” She patted her chest. “Goodness gracious, my heart is still racing!”
Xyla giggled.
They had to work it out for themselves. Valeria picked up her dress from one of the chairs, a simple polka-dot thing with a bit of a rock-a-billy vibe, and put it on. Then she hugged Xyla. I settled down in one of the zero gravity chairs. I was beat enough that I was tempted to cast an Endurance on myself, but that would be like drinking coffee just before bedti. Still, I’d done a lot of cycling, and that hadn’t been the only physical activity tiring out.
“So,” Xyla said. “Did you bang her?”
Valeria looked at Xyla. “Xyla!” she said, as if scolding her for her directness. Then she turned to . “Well? Did you?”
“Yes. That’s why I’m all scratched up.”
Val’s eyes widened.
“It’s her thing,” I explained. “Like you with rope. She likes it rough. I think it may have sothing to do with orcish psychology, too – sex and dominance are linked for them.”
“Rough?” Xyla asked. “Details! Details!”
“No,” I said. “You wouldn’t like it if I told her all the details of what we did.”
She pouted. “Sure I would!”
Valeria said, “You make a good point, Abby, and of course we will respect the privacy of what you and Zargaza did. But I think the political implications are not so private.”
“The trolls and orcs are officially part of Abbyland,” I said. “And I really wish I’d co up with a better na, first. But we’re stuck with it now.”
“I like Abbyland,” Xyla said.
“It sounds like an amusent park,” I objected.
“What’s an amusent park?” Xyla asked.
I explained.
“Can we go?” she asked next.
“I don’t know of any good way to disguise just how green you are, Xyla. And it would an leaving your forest, and a long drive.”
Xyla glanced at Valeria. “I suppose you’d take her.”
“I am not afraid to die for a just cause,” Valeria said, “But I would prefer not to die on, what did you call it? A Color Roaster?”
“Roller coaster,” I told her.
“It doesn’t sound like it coasts at all.”
“Well, it does. Just at very high speeds because of the drop. The worst of it is actually the cranking beforehand. The way down is fun.”
Valeria shuddered. “I’ll take your word for it. And I don’t see the point of giant spinning teacups.”
“I bet you’d see the point of the water rides,” Xyla said. “Especially if you wore sothing thin and white.” She paused, and grinned. “I think everyone would see the points.”
“And we’d get kicked out of the park,” I said. In a way, I’d love to go to an amusent park, for what might be one last ti. But in my imagination, I was doing it as Abby – and that was impossible.
The body I had been born with now felt like a disguise I put on for purely practical reasons.
“Oh, also, Inka and I had sex, too.” I felt that even if they weren’t entitled to details, they did have a right to know who was in the mix.
“Yay!” Xyla said.
Valeria asked, “Does that an she’ll be coming back here to cook for us? For that matter, is Zargaza going to move in?”
I shook my head. “No. Inka is happy, and useful, where she is. Zargaza needs to be an orc chief first and foremost. We’re not – we won’t be getting married, or anything like that. Just friends with benefits.”
Valeria rolled her eyes, and then said, “Royalty always does this sort of thing, I suppose.”
“If you have feelings,” I said, “Let’s talk about them.”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t think we need to. I think you’re being you, and I, well, I love you. So what more could I ask for? I’m not jealous – well, maybe a littie, but I can deal with that.”
“You want to marry them?”
She shrugged. “Yes. But not against your will.”
My phone buzzed, so I pulled it out.
“Well, I think it’s pretty hot,” Xyla said. “Is that all? I an, you’re on a roll with rolling the orcs. Were there any others? Two at once, maybe?”
“No,” I said. “Just the two.”
“Awww,” Xyla said.
Xyla and Valeria seed fine, so I looked at my phone quickly. I had a ssage from Jill, saying that she needed so information Kathy had left on the computer, and that Kathy was asleep but she wanted it ASAP. There was an earlier ssage, too, a selfie of her taken during a traffic jam, apparently, on so freeway. She had her blouse open, and a white lacy bra. I wondered if the other drivers had gotten an eyeful. Well, as long as traffic was stopped. It was from about five hours ago, but I couldn’t tell what freeway it was on. Sothing pretty wide.
Valeria looked over my shoulder. “Ah. More unmarried but nonetheless available flesh.”
“Val?” I asked. “This is eating at you.”
“No. It doesn’t eat at . That’s what eats at .”
“Huh?”
“I ought to be offended, and I’m not.”
“Because I’m breaking the rules.”
“Yes.”
“But they are rules for you, that you’ve chosen to accept. And you follow your own rules.”
Valerie nodded. “And a queen makes her own rules.”
“Every person gets to choose their own rules. As long as they don’t hurt anyone else.”
“Or,” said Xyla, “If they only hurt people who hurt my forest!”
Valeria shrugged. “Enjoy. She does have nice breasts, doesn’t she?”
“Show ,” Xyla said.
I showed her the selfie, briefly, and then texted back, “Beautiful! Thanks!
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