“These are amazing!” Maeve said, looking at the pictures. She alternated between amazent and disappointnt. “But so small.”
“To make a big one I need equipnt I have at ho.”
She frowned.
“And I also have to go ho to get you a bra that fits your lovely curves perfectly.”
She looked at the photos again. “Do you think you could make those curves a little… bigger?”
“Maybe,” I said. “I can’t promise. But with equipnt I have at ho, I think so. But I can get a bra that would make your curves bigger, definitely. If we put a little padding here and here, well, it should be dramatic. Which of the, um, paintings do you like the best?”
She pointed at one with her left leg forward, and her chest pushed toward the cara. “This one.”
“Alright,” I said. “I’ll make a big one of that. I – the way my mory works, it’s hard to do anything but tell the truth with my, er, paintings.”
Maeve nodded. “We hate to let you go, Abby.”
I shrugged.
“There could be enticents if you stay,” she said. I wondered if she ant florins, or sothing more personal.
“Well, I do intend to co back,” I said. “To see you again. And of course, Lysandra.”
“Lysandra will be gone, we think, before you can make the trip.” Maeve sighed. “We don’t like it, but there it is.”
So soon. But I tried to keep my face neutral as I nodded, because I didn’t want Maeve getting jealous of the princess. “To get a bra that fits, we’re going to have to asure you. They are very finicky.”
“asure,” Maeve repeated. “You an you need us naked again?”
“Well, at least from the waist up.”
“Very well,” Maeve said. “Lysandra, take your clothes off. We’re getting naked again, so that Abby can asure us.”
The problem with using the second person singular to refer to one person is it made other anings ambiguous. Anyway, we all took our clothes off, and I tried not to get a stiffy while asuring Maeve for a bra. I half succeeded. “What color would you like?”
“Oh, sothing very bright and cheerful,” she said. “I assud one could only get black, or why else would you…?”
“I like black.”
“Could you asure , too, Abby?” Lysandra asked.
Maeve sighed. “You will be gone before she gets back,” she said.
“Please,” Lysandra said. “I have faith in you, Abby. You’ll get it to sohow.”
I asured Lysandra, while Maeve watched.
“You just want him to play with your breasts,” Maeve said. “It’s a sha, I suppose, that the Demons insisted on an elvish virgin.”
“Yes, isn’t it?”
Gah. My cock hardened and brushed up against her thigh.
“She wants you,” Maeve said. “I’m kind of jealous, actually. I didn’t get that reaction.”
“I can touch it, and still be a virgin, can’t I?” Lysandra asked.
“True,” Maeve said.
Lysandra reached down and took it in her small, delicate fingers. “Uh, consent, rember?” I objected, without putting my heart into it.
“It touched first,” Lysandra said.
“32 B,” I said. “32 B. Let make a note of it before I forget.” I fiddled with my phone, trying to distract myself.
“Oh, Abby. Can you make a picture of , too? So that… a part of is always here, regardless of my fate at the hands of the demons.” She stroked , casually.
“That’s an excellent idea,” Maeve said.
“Of course,” I said, backing away with mixed emotions. “Just stand right there, Lysandra, and pose. That’s good.”
Lysandra might be a virgin, but she certainly wasn’t shy about getting her picture taken in the nude. I snapped several shots.
“Well,” Maeve said. “Abby must be going, I suppose. The sooner she gets ho, and back, the better.”
I agreed. I had a market for bras and pictures here, and I would set up a trading post. But right now I had other things to do. I didn’t tell Maeve I wasn’t planning on coming straight back, although I had every intention of sending a ssenger with her picture.
I asked Lysandra to stay outside the door, and I printed off one of her pictures. Then we packed up quickly. She guided us to the exit from the palace, and I handed her the print-out.
“Oh!” she blushed. “Oh my. How much do I owe you?”
“We’ll talk about it after I rescue you from the Archfiend,” I told her. I felt a little bad, because I wasn’t sure I could do it. But she needed courage for what she was going to go through, and for that she needed hope. If I could convince her I was confident I’d collect paynt later, when in fact I didn’t care whether I got paid or not, my confidence might give her a boost.
As we wound our way to the gate, I took as many pictures as I could, playing tourist. I found a little gallery on the way, and stopped in and persuaded the proprietor to display a few of “my” works – a reproduction of a 70s centerfold, Ingres’ Grande Odalisque, and one of Monet’s pictures of Rouen Cathedral. I told him I hadn’t painted them, and he just winked at .
“I’ve heard that about you, that you deny authorship. I think it’s going to be all the rage,” he told . He promised to sell them and, after taking a cut, give the net. He seed quite pleased by the whole arrangent.
Then we were on the road.
It took us four days to get back, instead of the six it took on the way out. Without having to put on a show for Harmodiel, we could put pretty much everything in the bag of holding, which ant we were traveling light. Furthermore, my pop-up tent went up in about ten minutes, as opposed to the hour and a half it took to set up Harmodiel’s monstrosity. And Lesseth, who was asleep in the bag during the day, could watch all night, now that we didn’t have to conceal her presence. Without watches, we didn’t have to spend as long getting a decent night’s sleep.
Also, I was in a hurry.
We checked on Gruush’s trading post in Gavabar’s village, because it was on the way, but by then we were almost ho. Everything seed to be running well. The zombies making a circuit were enough to keep the trading posts supplied. Kathy was totally on top of filling orders, and Kendala could now ride an e-bike fast enough that if sothing small was urgently needed, she could supplent the zombie deliveries.
Maybe I wasn’t so essential, after all. It was mostly a good feeling. We headed into the forest, toward the crypt.
We didn’t get far before a small green figure jumped out of a tree at , startling half out of my wits and knocking down. Gren started laughing almost imdiately, which stopped from reaching for my sword. Xyla’s soft curves were pressing on as she smothered with kisses.
“I missed you, too,” I said.
“Good,” she said, and flipped the skirt of my dress up.
“Let’s go on and give them so privacy,” Valeria said.
“Perfect plan,” Gren said.
“B-b-but,” I said. I’d been focused on the need to make good speed, so that we could get to the demons before Lysandra did, and there were things I had to do before we could even leave.
One of the things I had to do, obviously, was Xyla.
She pulled down my underwear, straddled , gave my cock a couple of strokes in a nod at the idea of foreplay, and then took inside her. She ripped off the leaves covering her nipples and tossed them to flutter away in the breeze. I reached up to pinch them lightly, and grin at her. “This is quite a welco,” I said.
“You were away so long! Don’t leave like that again, Abby.”
I heard the sound of an electric motor in the distance. “I have to.”
“No! No, no, no.”
A e-bike ca to a halt in the clearing, and I looked up to see Kendala, wearing a leather vest and leather hot pants, and riding the bicycle. “Abby!” she said, reproach in her voice.
I didn’t know what I was being reproached for, but in a way, the fact that she thought she could object to anything seed like progress.
“What?”
Xyla turned to look at Kendala, and grinned. “You ca to watch?”
“Can’t say as I bla you,” Lesseth said. She must have gotten out of the bag at so point, and now she was making a point of leaning casually against a tree.
“Abby, I’ve been learning all about consent,” Kendala said. “Because it’s such an important concept to you. And if Xyla says no, even though she is married to you, that ans no.” She put her hands on her hips.
“Who said no?” Xyla asked.
“You did,” Lesseth said. “But you were talking about Abby going on another trip.”
Xyla grinned. “Yes. Not about sex. Sex is a yes, yes, yes!” She started bouncing up and down on .
Kendala ahhed. “I feel much the sa way.” She pulled her vest open, revealing she was wearing absolutely nothing under it.
“Mmm,” Lesseth said, moving toward Kendala.
So, Xyla and I made love with Kendala and Lesseth having sex right next to us. It wasn’t the worst welco ho ever, but if it was ant to stop from going on long trips, it wasn’t going to be horribly effective. I’d just keep returning. It took a pleasant while, but eventually I managed to satisfy Xyla’s pent-up desires.
“So,” I asked, when I’d gotten my clothes back on and we were on our way, “How are things here?”
“Wonderful!” Xyla said. “The leaves are turning color, one of the foxes had kits and they are super healthy and rambunctious.”
“They sound cute.”
“Sooooo cute! Just don’t ask Nutty what he thinks.”
“Nutty doesn’t think they are … oh, right, foxes eat squirrels, don’t they?”
“Yes. And baby foxes – well, they play with their food. Or mommy does, to teach them.”
“Ah.” The cycle of life. How long did a squirrel live, anyway? Maybe being too fond of Nutty wasn’t a good idea.
“The trading posts are doing well,” Kendala said. She hadn’t bothered to rebutton her leather vest. Sohow the occasional gaping reveal of breast was more distracting than toplessness would have been. I wondered if she knew that. “Oh, and I asked Kathy, and she said that if I had sex with Talos I’d have to have him wear a little rubber thing.”
“A condom.”
“Yes, that.”
“And so? Not that it’s any of my business.”
“Of course it’s your business, I’m your employee. Anyway, Talos said that he couldn’t have sex with more than one woman unless he was married to both of them.”
“Ah.” Premarital sex was already wrong, according to Talos’ ideas, but he seed to have gotten his head around that. But maybe he thought it was better if acted like he was married to Kathy, and he was fine with bigamy.
“But then, Kathy showed all about vibrators. Wow!”
I chuckled.
“We have a saying on Earth, that a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle.”
Kendala frowned. “Fish can’t ride bicycles.”
“I think that’s the point.”
“But won can definitely ride n. And bicycles, both. In fact, if I find a bumpy stretch, honestly the bike is nearly as good as the vibrator.”
I smiled. “I’m happy for you.”
“I still fully, actively, and enthusiastically consent to having sex with you, Abby. Have you heard about FRIES?”
I nodded. “Consent should be given freely, be reversible, inford, enthusiastic, and specific.”
“Right. Specifically, I give consent for you to do from behind, on top, on the bottom, sideways although I hear that doesn’t feel as good, orally, both giving and receiving, anally – I think, I’d have to try it and see. That’s the reversible part. Also, toys are okay, and …”
I should have been listening closely. It was, of course, the freely part that I wondered about, but clearly the enthusiasm was fully there. The way her vest kept fluttering open while she walked her bike was distracting, and Xyla was distracting too, on the other side of . Lesseth was walking two steps behind.
“Kendala,” I interrupted, after she had given explicit consent for about fifty different ways to have sex.
“I was being specific, Abby,” she said. “Was I not doing it right?”
“You were doing it excellently, Kendala. How do you feel about kissing?”
“You an, you, and ?”
“Yes. Right here, right now.”
“I’m for! Nibbles are fine, and also open mouth kissing, with or without tongue, and soft biting is good, and –“
I shut her up in the best possible way. Behind , Lesseth clapped, which was an odd, squishy sound.
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