This is probably less erotic than some of my stuff, but it's got a couple of hot scenes between a goblin and a dwarf in it! Unfortunately, the section I'm allowed to quote doesn't have any erotic content in it, but it gives you an idea of the writing style.

Sample:

Prologue: Betina

We had been at it too long. The human mage, John, had finally exhausted what had seemed to be a limitless supply of minor magic items. Toka, his jaguar-like felid partner, was accustomed to fighting with tooth and claw, but against the Hellswamp undead she had proved herself proficient with the glaive, which she used to keep the waves of walking dead at bay while John and I used our magic to destroy them. The tip of the glaive was starting to dip, though, and I saw her lose her footing a few times, which was near unthinkable for a felid.

John had been relying more on his sword. For a mage, he was excellent at swordplay, and, if I survived this, I was planning on figuring out a fallback for my own magic.

There was a break in the assault. John sat on a rock, wiping his forehead with his sleeve. He looked at me.

“Betina, do you have any magic left?”

“Not much. I’ve been absorbing some from the undead, but it’s just not enough. I think I can manage a fireball if another group comes at us, but I can’t sustain anything.”

Toka, as always, lay on her side, asleep. Even if we were about to die, she wasn’t going to let it disturb her rest.

I looked at her torso rising and falling with her breathing.

I felt fear rushing in my chest.

I cleared my throat. “John, I think we’re about to die. There’s no way we can defend against another wave.”

He looked into my eyes. “That’s true. I plan on doing my best, though. If anyone else is still out there, maybe they can help us. Kithdale is my home, and I don’t plan on deserting. I won’t think badly of you if you run, though. No goblin has an obligation to help us humans considering the way we treat you.”

I thought about the life I had built in Monstertown. It was lacking in some ways, but I’d never felt more fulfilled.

I shook my head. “I know Monstertown is a slum, but it’s a real place, with people living their lives in it. I’ve only been there a year, but I would never abandon it. It’s my city.”

John smiled.

Toka’s ears and nose twitched. She sprang to her feet, gathering her glaive as she did so. “Another wave is coming. A big one,” she said.

It had been a beautiful night, with a gentle breeze and silvery moonlight. I had begun the evening with a little dancing at the Fiend Folio. I did have a good life, and I didn’t want to lose it, but I would protect that beautiful night and all that followed. I trudged up the berm John had formed with his magic an hour ago and peered over.

You can always tell when a zombie is coming for you. They loathe the living, and can sense us. When they do, they train their eyes on us, and a dull glow that can only be seen when looking at their faces straight on becomes visible. They were coming for us. Dozens of them. They weren’t fast, but we didn’t have enough power to take them out before they got to us.

“This is what we’ll do,” I said. “I’ll lob my last fireball at them, and then we charge. We’ll take as many down as we can.”

I stood on top of the berm and raised my platinum staff. The indigo haze coalesced around the tip, then shot outward, transforming into a flaming ball, which struck the ground in the middle of the horde.

Pieces of the zombies, flaming and blackened, flew out from the fire as it expanded, but there were still probably two dozen left.

We charged. Toka leapt over our heads, winding up her glaive and splitting a zombie down the middle vertically. John, who had exhausted all his magical resources, charged in with his nimble sword and started piercing their chests. I’d never felt more ineffectual. My staff did basically no damage. I felt certain I would die on that battlefield.

Then, a zombie that was about to grab me fell to the side, an arrow sticking from its head. Three more zombies started coming my way, but a figure interposed himself between us. He was a dwarf, meaning he was a little bit taller than I was but much broader. From the back, I could see that he had long red hair and wore well-maintained armor. In his left hand he bore a shield; in his right, a sword made of shadow. He swung the sword quickly. When it passed through the body of the undead, it caused no wound. The creature simply dropped to the ground, as if the blade cancelled the magic that animated them.

I slipped backwards and landed on my butt. I watched in awe as this dwarf calmly walked through the undead, downing them with ease, as an unseen ally peppered them with deadly accurate arrows.

It took little time for the two of them to finish. I saw John and Toka staggering with exhaustion; the dwarf grabbed John and helped ease him onto the ground.

An elf man with a bow dropped out of a nearby tree.

The dwarf approached me. He had an angular face with red hair. His beard was robust and full. I was drawn in by his piercing green eyes. He dropped his shield and extended his hand. I placed mine in it, which made my hand look tiny. He helped me to my feet.

“Are you alright, ma’am?” “Y-yes.”

He nodded and smiled. “What’s your name?”

“Betina,” I said.

“Betina, you wait here. We’ll get you some help.” The dwarf turned and shouted at his elf companion. “Ditturi! Send a flare up. These three are too exhausted to keep fighting.”

Ditturi fired an arrow upward, which burned a brilliant gold.

The dwarf turned to us and said, “You three sit tight. The Order of Ong will be here soon to help you off the battlefield.”

With that, he and Ditturi sprinted off.

I was dumbstruck for a moment. I just shook my head and smiled.

I said, “John, who the Hell was that?”

“Captain Starhammer.”

“Okay, first, that’s a ludicrous name. Second, he was clearly using a sword, not a hammer.”

“I think it’s a family name.”

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Swept Off My Feet by a Lady Cyclops

by Noctune Glass

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A Story in “The Brazen Bestiary”

Published by Gossamer Sigh

 

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1

Argeia the cyclops and I stood on opposite sides of a large stone field enclosed by a finely made cyclopean wall. We were near the top of Kith Peak.

In preparation for our match, we had bared ourselves in the fashion of giants. Gone were her smith's leathers. I appreciated her powerful physique; though I was two heads taller than even the tallest of humans, she was a head taller than me. Her sheer volume of muscle put mine to shame, as well. Her body was also bountifully feminine, with swaying breasts, a narrow waist, and broad hips. Her pubic hair was minimal and wiry, as was true of most giants. Walking here, I had had the pleasure of observing the way her butt jiggled as she walked. I was not foolish enough to mention it.

It was hard to look away from her eye. Her steel-gray cyclops eye, vertically centered on her face. When I meet a cyclops, I always get the impression that they see twice as much as I see using their single eye than I do with both of mine. Her hair was wavy and darker brown than her olive-toned skin; it was shoulder-length and not so long she could braid it. She had been holding it back with an iron hairband, which she removed and tossed outside the ring.

"Flesh only," she intoned. It was an ancient acknowledgement that we could only prove ourselves giants if we stripped away all semblance of civilization.

"Flesh only," I replied.

She bent her knees and held her hands forward. I did the same.

She smirked, and the skin beneath both sides of her eye crinkled. It was… cute? Again, I didn't dare say that to her.

"You're a pretty one, stone giant. It doesn't look like there is much to you, though," she said.

I smirked back. "You sound like my mother."

She seemed taken aback. "What? Are you calling me old?"

I watched to see if my attempt to throw her off had worked. It hadn't. She may have been surprised, but not so much that it weakened her defenses. We circled around each other, slowly.

"No, it's just that she always says, 'Klivan, don't worry that you're not very tall, or that you are so slender. Not every giantess is looking for a behemoth. Some of them like a pretty face.' So far, that hasn't proven to be the case."

She swung at my face with an open hand. I stepped out of the way.

She nodded in approval at my quick defense. "That hardly seems fair. Good looks should count for something."

I shrugged. "Smaller creatures, especially humans and orcs, find my rangy physique stimulating, though intimidating. I get sufficient attention for my needs."

It was true. My hairless body, which resembled gray stone, was like one of the humans' stone sculptures of a god or hero.

Argeia snorted. "Handsome and arrogant? Neither will win you any points with me."

"I assumed not. I'm going to win points with you by winning this wrestling match."

She laughed, but not for long. I rolled to the side and sprung up behind her. I went in for a headlock, but she got a hand in front of her neck just in time. I tried to push in and see if I could get another hold without disengaging, but her greater strength allowed her to easily push my arm away.

She used my moment of imbalance to whirl around and backhand my face. I barely had time to brace my neck before it hit. The blow sent me hurtling through the air towards the stone wall, which would lose me the match if I went over it. I twisted my body in midair and stopped myself on the ground with my feet before slamming into it.

She didn't press the advantage. If I thought she had any chance of winning, I would have considered this arrogance. But, since she didn't, it was merely unintentional realism.

She narrowed her eyes. She had noticed something.

"Your neck didn't bend when I hit your face," she said.

I shook my head. "No. It didn't. My neck only bends when I allow it to."

"Is it magic?"

"Only in that we giants are blessed by the elements. You are blessed by Stone and Flame. I am doubly blessed by Stone."

"I've wrestled stone giants before. They couldn't do that."

"Then you have never met a practitioner of the Rigid Flow."

I could see a spark of white fire in the center of her enormous pupil. It was shame at her own ignorance. Good. Her rage and frustration would become my weapons.

She charged me. I shifted my feet slightly. I felt downward with my spirit.

The spirits of stone revere my kind. They feel blessed to have me petition them to become a part of their mountain. My feet fused to the stone, and the familiar sensation of being a tiny part of the mountain flowed through me.

I looked at her and waited. Everyone thinks patience is a function of long periods of time. It isn't. Patience is the selection of the proper time out of all future points in time. I raised my hand, not hurriedly, and made a fist with it. Argeia's momentum was such that she couldn't turn aside fast enough to entirely avoid it.

I let my body embrace the stone. Stone can't bend or move; I became like one of the humans' statues. I think she was trying to tackle me, but she might as well have been trying to tackle the mountain itself.

The fist had been aimed at her jaw, but she had time to twist and took it on her shoulder instead. Her momentum carried forward and she crashed into my body, as if she had run full speed into a stone pillar. The wind was knocked from her.

Her body hung on my rigid form. She gasped for air. She lifted herself off me and staggered backwards. She looked into my eyes and tried to speak. Instead, she fell to the ground, still gasping.

I let my body relax and felt the life flow back into me from wherever it went when I practiced my art.

I stepped towards Argeia. She couldn't even stand from the pain of running full speed into a mountain.

She inhaled hoarsely and said, "I… yield."

2

The way of giants is to only render aid when asked, so I did her the courtesy of returning to the mouth of her cave while she recovered her breath.

I closed my eyes. I may have challenged her to the match in order to earn her respect, but the thought of her abundant body and that dazzling steel eye had made me almost forget why I had come.

The sounds of her steps around the path roused me from my reverie. She was still naked, as was I.

She cast her eye upon me. "Klivan, you may now call me Argeia."

I stood and smiled. "I'm glad of that! Now, we need to get to talking about why I came…"

I didn't get to finish. Argeia grabbed me by both biceps and easily lifted me and shoved me against the wall. "Shut up. We talk after we fuck."

I was caught off guard, but I managed to sputter out, "Sure."

She leaned forward and aggressively kissed me on the lips. I had been so long among non-giants that it felt fresh and exciting to be with one; here was someone even stronger, even larger than me. I kissed her back, hungrily, reveling in the ability to do so without hurting her.

She met my tongue with hers and let out a profound moan that echoed off the stones. I heard rocks dislodge somewhere below us and skitter down the mountain.

She released my arms and grabbed my ass, lifting me off the ground. She pulled back and said, huskily, "The way you prance around in those tiny leather briefs of yours is obscene. You have no idea the things I've been imagining about your body, pretty-boy."

I looked at her dreamily and caressed her hair. "You're so beautiful."

Her cheeks went red and she sputtered out, "Don't you make fun of me, Klivan!"

I booped her on the nose with my finger and said, "I'm not making fun of you. Your eye is so pretty, too!"

Her face contorted with embarrassment. "What? Pretty?" Her eye had gone huge in horror.

"And earlier, I couldn't help but enjoy the sight of your cute butt jiggling in front of me when we walked to the wrestling pit." Apparently, I had decided my personal safety wasn't that big of a deal.

She let out a combination of a roar and a choked-off moan. She grabbed me by the arm and dragged me inside. "I'll make you pay for this flattery, Klivan!"

As I was struggled to stay on my feet and avoid being pulled around like I was a heavy sack, I said, "Gods, I hope so."

I briefly glimpsed her forge on the way to her bedchamber. It was filled with a warm glow.

Her bed was a massive pile of furs in the corner of a large, rough-hewn chamber. It was lit by floating magical flames, no doubt tiny elementals working in shifts to provide light for their mistress. The room also contained pieces of metal art, but I didn't have time to look at them before Argeia threw my body onto the furs.

She looked at me. She glanced at my hardening, stone-like cock.

"At least one think about you isn't undersized," she growled. She moved closer and stood over me. With her hands on her hips, backlit by the fires of her elemental minions, she looked like an ancient work of art. I gasped.

"That's right," she said, "you may be able to beat me in a fight, but here, I'm in charge. Do you understand, Klivan?"

"Yes," I moaned.

"Good."

She moved to straddle my head.

"I've thought of a great use for that hard head of yours, Klivan. I can shove my pussy against it as much as I want without crushing it. So that's what I'm going to do."

She had a pleasantly earthy smell, plus a little something like cinnamon. I reached my tongue out and ran it along the outer edges of her pussy lips.

She stuck her hand down and opened herself with her fingers, exposing the pink of her inner lips and her clit. "We're not being subtle right now, Klivan. I'm going to grind myself into your face and you are going to lick my pussy until I come. That wrestling match earlier was more than enough foreplay for me."

She bore down on me. I do believe that any normal man would have been instantly killed by the force of it, but my stone-like skull was fine. She dragged her pussy across my lower jaw. I lapped at her clit and pussy lips. She moaned.

"Good job, Klivan. Stick fingers in me. Make it rough."

I brought my large fingers up. I started with just my index finger, but she kept yelling, "More!" and soon I was up to three.

She began to buck on my face. She punched the wall and shards of stone flew off of it. She came in my face, bellowing. A large chunk of rock dislodged itself from the ceiling and shattered just inside the entryway to the room.

She stood up. "I'm not done with you."

She took a step back and lowered herself, so her pussy was positioned over the tip of my stone cock.

"The best thing about stone giant men," she said as she lowered herself down onto me, her pussy clenching as it engulfed me, "is how hard their cocks are."

She grabbed my wrists and pinned them beside my head. She rode me, gasping. Sweat rolled off her and slid down my body.

"You bastard," she said, as she slammed my cock in and out of her pussy, "your cocky face in the match drove me crazy. It made me want to slap it off of you. But you won, you stony motherfucker. Now I'm going to fuck you into submission, do you hear that?"

I felt a sense of euphoria as she took control of me. "Yes, Argeia. Take me. Make me yours."

A huge smile spread over her face, and this close I could see the fires of creation swirling in her giant pupil, a mixture of white and blue flames. I could tell she was about to come again.

I laughed with abandon, overjoyed at this mighty woman overcoming me. I felt my coming orgasm.

"Argeia, I'm about to…"

"Come in me. If a child results, it will be beyond powerful. Fill me."

I shouted with joy as I let loose inside her, pumping wave after wave of cum into her. She came again above me with a roar of triumph. It echoed off the walls of her caves, bouncing and getting lost somewhere in the maw of the mountain.

3

When I woke up, I smelled food. Giant food, of course. The halfling food I usually enjoyed in Kithdale was far superior, but I would feign appreciation for her benefit.

I walked down the hall naked, letting my nose lead me to the kitchen. I found Argeia still naked as well, having a conversation with the fire elemental she was using to cook with.

"You're up. Finally," she said as I entered.

"Yes. Your food smells good."

It was true. She seemed to have used actual spices and herbs, which are unknown to most giants. It gave me hope that she also knew about salt.

She smiled. "It tastes good, as well."

I watched her cook. Again, giants do not offer aid unless asked.

I said, "You said you hoped for a child with me last night. I know a cyclops can see some of the future with their eye. Was a child conceived?"

"Yes," she said. "I haven't decided whether I'm going to ask you to stay with me during the pregnancy. It is my right, and it does sound convenient, but I'm also used to living alone."

I nodded. "It would bring my joy if you did ask, if that has any influence on your decision."

"It doesn't. You will complete whatever this quest is you are on and then return to me, assuming you survive. I will tell you my decision then. Now, you came here to ask me a favor. What is it?"

"A lamia has recently been terrorizing a small hill village named Brack. They petitioned the Kithdale Adventurers' Guild for aid. I am a member of the Guild. I was the only Realm level adventurer available, and they reckon this lamia is a Realm level threat."

"I see. Having wrestled you, I don't think you need my help to overcome a lamia."

She set a tray with elk meat before me. I took a bite.

I looked at her in surprise. "Argeia, this is delicious. Most giants would burn it or leave it raw, but you have cooked it just the proper amount to bring out the texture. Also, there is sufficient use of salt and spices. Now I really hope you request I stay for the pregnancy."

She smiled. "Your approval makes me happy. Now, how could I help you defeat the lamia? You don't even use weapons or armor to fight, do you?"

"No. This lamia, though, is said to have exceptional powers over the mind. Though my will is strong, I don't think I can withstand a sustained onslaught from a powerful lamia."

She nodded and took a bite of her food. "I can help you with that. I can forge you a false visage from protean bronze. It will look like your own face and prevent the lamia from finding your mind."

"Because you want me to return and stay with you during the pregnancy?"

"I told you, I'll let you know after you finish this quest. Now go find something to do while I forge your false visage."

4

Two days later, Argeia found me practicing my art of the Rigid Flow by a waterfall. I was studying how the water could be at once both hard and yielding, depending on how one addressed it.

We were both wearing clothing, for once. I was accustomed to clothing from living amongst the smaller species, so I wore the nominal leather briefs I used to avoid bruising their sensibilities. Argeia wore a sleeveless outfit and leather apron, having seemingly just come from the forge.

"I have your false visage," she said. She held it out.

I took it from her and examined it. It looked exactly like my own face, minus the eyes, which were mere holes in the item.

"Amazing. You remembered the exact appearance of my face without me there?"

She blushed. "Your face is… memorable. To use this, place it over your own face. Any attempt at mind control will catch on the face; you will be aware what the lamia was trying to get you to do, so you can feign vulnerability and do what it requests as a tactic to get close to it."

"Amazing," I said. "You really are the greatest armor smith in the world, as they say."

She punched me in the arm. It hurt. "Flatterer. Don't use the false visage too much. The ease with which it can be used for deception is addictive."

I nodded. I stepped out of the water and retrieved my pack.

"I will return in a few days time to hear your decision," I said.

"See that you do," she replied.

She hesitated and then leaned down to kiss me on the lips.

"For luck," she whispered, as her lips parted from mine.

5

The meeting with the elder of Brack had gone poorly. I found myself with precious few details about what the lamia had actually done. Conversations with the other villagers were equally frustrating. I came away with a vague description of the location of the lamia's lair, which was a long-abandoned fortress, and the information that two women, a dwarf named Menelcab and an elf named Oltos, were in her clutches but believed to be alive.

That is how I found myself at the edge of the forest, looking at the old keep of the fortress. It was built from the gray stone of the nearby mountains.

I pulled the false visage from my pack. Heeding Argeia's warning, I intended to use it as little as necessary, so I had not yet tried it on. I held it up to my face and pressed.

I felt the initial touch of the material, but then I felt nothing. At least physically.

My art sometimes requires me to act dispassionately and so suppress my emotions and reflexes. The false visage felt somewhat like that and more. There was a gate between my mind and my body, and I could select from emotions as if from a menu. This was potentially dangerous in a fight, where reflexes can be vital. I needed to use the visage with restraint.

I left my pack behind; it would be useful if the lamia knew as little about me as possible.

I walked out of the trees. I had seen evidence of the outer walls out in the forest, which had obviously been used as a source for stone and were largely gone. The stone of the keep, however, was intact. I wondered if it had been used for something else during times of peace, or if the local population viewed it with suspicion.

The wood and metal components had not survived, though. The wooden gates had long since collapsed, with the only evidence of them being remnants of great hinges mounted in the stone and scattered, rusted bits of hardware patiently awaiting oblivion on the ground.

I stepped inside. The first room was lit, which surprised me. Lanterns, obviously recently constructed of shining brass, provided ample light for the walls, upon which hung tapestries that spanned ceiling to floor, and for the metal sculptures arrayed throughout the room.

The nearest tapestry showed a city of delicate spires reaching to the heavens, with the naked forms of a fairy court frolicking in the foreground; their expressions were so engaging that I felt like I was amongst them, greeting the benevolent yet austere queen and laughing at the antics of a drunken sprite. The nearest sculpture was a darkly patinated cast bronze statue of a mighty dwarf woman hammering a sword. The piece was done in a human style rather than the usual angular and static forms of dwarven statuary, with the smith heroically nude, the act of forging presented with the majesty of myth, as if the craftswoman struggled with the forming of the blade as a warrior struggles when slaying a serpent. Her hammer was raised, and the braids of her hair swung behind her, the hands of the sculptor having frozen them in a single moment.

I felt the touch of the lamia's mind. «Stop moving.»

I stopped. I found I could give myself over to her commands and wrest control back as needed. Convenient.

What I had thought was one of the sculptures moved. It had been in a dark corner of the hall. The face and body of a woman with pale, colorless skin appeared in the warm light first. Her features were severe and haughty, and her eyes were a liquidly solid black. Her black hair was stacked on her head in a crown braid. Her torso and arms were long and toned, and her breasts were high and small.

Then came her tail. Rather than legs, she had a massive tan-colored snake's tail with a black zigzag along its length. The end of it disappeared into the darkness.

She moved with a sinuous grace. She never stopped in a neutral pose; every part of her body was at all times engaged in the expression of form and emotion.

"A stone giant. Unexpected. How did my small-minded enemies convince such a majestic creature to be their agent? I'm going to assume that's the reason you arrived." Her voice was a whisper.

«Tell me why you are here.»

Again, I knew what she commanded, and it was up to me to decide how to respond. The people of Brack had made me suspicious, so I decided to simply tell her the truth, or at least a part of it, in a way that would invite her to provide more detail. Perhaps she would fill in missing information.

"I come from Kithdale. The Adventurers' Guild there was petitioned for aid by the people of Brack to deal with you. The Guild reckoned you a great threat, so they sent me, the only adventurer available who was considered powerful enough to face you. I spoke with the people of Brack. They told me you held captive a dwarf woman named Menelcab, and an elf woman named Oltos. They wish you slain and for the two women to be returned to them."

The lamia stared deep into my eyes. She nodded.

"I thought as much. They are so tiresome, those villagers."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure emerging from a passageway. As she moved closer, I saw that she was a pale and slender elf with large, dark eyes and straight black hair that reached her knees. She wore a simple linen shirt and a pair of breeches with no stockings nor shoes.

Her features were delicate, almost fragile looking.

Her voice was so soft I could barely hear it. "Prema, who is this?"

So, the lamia's name was Prema. I assumed the elf woman was Oltos.

"Let's have him tell us."

«Say your name.»

"Klivan," I said.

Oltos smiled shyly. "I think Menelcab would like to see him. He already looks like one of her sculptures."

Prema stroked Oltos' black hair with her long fingers and laughed. "He does. He is very handsome, isn't he?"

Oltos frowned at me. "I suppose. He's not really my type, though."

"I know, sweet thing. Weren't you and Menelcab doing some kind of baking experiment today?"

The elf nodded, which sent a ripple down her hair. "Yes, but we ran out of strawberries. We were wondering if you thought it would be safe to go pick more."

Prema clicked her tongue. "Well, I am quite busy. Luckily, we have this gentleman here."

«Klivan, accompany Oltos and Menelcab on their strawberry picking trip. Protect them and follow their instructions.»

6

"Menelcab, if you eat them all before we get back, we won't have any for the pie!"

Menelcab stuck out her tongue at Oltos, showing the redness of the berries she had eaten.

"This is supposed to be fun, Oltos. You're making it feel too much like work."

Menelcab proved to be as brash and as brassy as Oltos was reserved. She was slender for a dwarf, which still put her on the side of stocky compared to most demihumans. She had messy, shoulder-length blond hair and sun-kissed, freckled skin. She clearly preferred leather and fur for clothing.

Oltos rolled her eyes. "If you don't do as I say, I might just have to give you a spanking."

Menelcab looked at me sideways. I was standing facing the collection of wild strawberries they were picking.

"Watch it, Oltos. We don't want this giant to know too much about us, do we?"

Oltos waved her hand and popped a strawberry into her mouth. "It's fine. Prema told me he doesn't really retain memories when he's like this."

That was, of course, not true, due to the power of the false visage, but I couldn't reveal myself just yet. I wasn't sure these two weren't being controlled by Prema. From my experience, it didn't seem like they were, but if Prema were as skilled as I'd heard, she might be able to make her control seem natural.

Menelcab narrowed her eyes. "Hey, you just ate a strawberry! Hypocrite."

Oltos gave her a withering look. "I'm not a hypocrite. I'm the head baker, so I need to check the quality of the ingredients."

"Okay, let me give you some help." Menelcab popped a strawberry into her mouth.

Oltos stomped over to her and grabbed her ear. Menelcab winced. "Ow."

"You're going to regret that, dwarf. I need your pants down and you over that log. Now."

Menelcab grumbled and dropped her pants. She lay down across a log, giving Oltos access to her butt.

"Okay, Menny. What safe word do you want to use today?"

"Persimmon," said the dwarf. Her voice was muted since it was coming from the other side of the log.

"Persimmon it is."

I had no idea what a "safe word" was, and I was curious.

Oltos rubbed her hand on Menelcab's exposed derriere.

"Okay, dwarf. Since this is a strawberry themed crime, I'm going to punish your tight ass until it's the color of a strawberry."

Oltos rubbed Menelcab's butt a little more and then gave her a little pop of a spanking.

I was completely baffled. It seemed to be some kind of game? Like giant wrestling, but one party just does whatever the other says?

Then again, I had allowed Argeia to tell me what to do in bed days earlier. I had enjoyed it, too, and she had enjoyed exerting control over me. Maybe I could learn something from this submitting dwarf.

Oltos gave her another swat, this one harder. Menelcab yelped, and I heard her say, "Yeah," under her breath. She seemed excited.

Oltos had a look of sadistic joy on her face, and her pale skin was flushed pink and red with desire. Was this the shy elf I'd seen earlier? This game they played had brought something else out of her.

She drew her arm back and spanked Menelcab so hard it made a cracking sound.

Menelcab yelled, "Whoop!"

Oltos stopped for a second. "Ready to quit?"

"Fuck, no! Keep them coming, elf. You promised me a strawberry red ass, and I expect you to keep that promise."

Oltos gave her three huge swats in a row, eliciting pained laughter.

"Man, you must really be mad at me today!"

Oltos was panting now. Not from exertion, but from lust. She stared at Menelcab's butt.

"Menny," she said, "your ass. I can't resist it."

Menelcab looked over her shoulder and grinned. "Do what you have to."

Oltos moaned and fell to her knees. She gave each ass cheek a kiss and then placed her tongue on Menelcab's vagina. She dragged her tongue upwards, all the way to the top of Menelcab's crack, running it across her asshole on the way. Menelcab groaned loudly.

"Oltos, that feels amazing."

Oltos laughed and gave Menelcab's ass another swat.

Menelcab yelped and said, "Listen here, you elf…"

Oltos grabbed Menelcab's pussy from behind and stuck her thumb into her vagina.

"Elf what, Menny?"

Menelcab was having trouble talking as her clit was being stroked while a thumb was working inside her vagina. She managed to make a gurgling sound.

Oltos pulled her hand away. "What was that, Menny?"

"I'm sorry, Oltos. I was going to call you an elf bitch."

Oltos grabbed Menelcab by the back of her collar and hauled her into a standing position. She spun her around and got into her face, nose to nose. She was taller, so Menelcab had to strain her neck to look up at her.

"The only bitch here is you, dwarf. An insolent fucking bitch. Pleasure time for you is over."

Oltos grabbed Menelcab around the cheeks and squeezed, causing the dwarf's lips to form a shape like a duck's beak.

I couldn't help but let out a single laugh. It was quiet, but both of their heads swiveled to look at me, Menelcab's face still being squeezed by Oltos.

Oltos frowned. "Did he just say something?"

Menelcab replied, "I thought so, but I'm not sure."

Oltos shrugged. "It's probably nothing. The matter at hand is how you're about to eat me out."

Oltos threw her tunic off and dropped her breeches. Underneath, her body was pale and slender. She sat on the downed log.

"Alright, Menny. Make me come."

Menelcab's eyes blazed with desire as she dropped to her knees. She traced her tongue up Oltos' pussy lips.

Oltos grabbed a handful of Menelcab's hair and said, "Make it good, dwarf."

I wasn't deliberately trying to watch them, but the way I was standing put them directly in my line of sight. I couldn't see exactly what Menelcab was doing, but her bare ass was pointed directly at me.

Oltos pulled on Menelcab's hair and said, "Fingers. Now."

Menelcab lifted her arm and Oltos gasped a moment later.

The entire scene was becoming too much for me. My cock started to twitch in my leather briefs. I tried to think of something else, but my mind had gone blank. Oltos' whimpering was impossible to shut out.

She came with a shout. She pushed Menelcab back and slid down to the ground, grabbing her and patting her on the head. Her earlier imperious attitude was gone, replaced by a benevolent strength.

"Good job, Menny," she said softly. "That was wonderful."

They rested. I stood as still as I could.

Oltos opened her eyes and looked straight at me. "Hey, big guy. You'd be a lot more convincing without the hard-on."

7

The two women had pulled weapons from their packs, Menelcab a hatchet and Oltos a knife, and demanded I allow them to bind my hands behind my back.

We were about halfway back when Menelcab spoke up.

"Hey, what's your name, stony?"

"Klivan."

"Okay. Oltos is pretty shy, so I'm going to ask you questions. Why did you come to the fort?"

"The town of Brack asked the Kithdale Adventurers' Guild for help and I was sent to deal with a lamia and rescue the two of you."

Oltos sighed and Menelcab made a snorting sound, then said, "Figures. And what do you think of your little quest?"

"I think I was given poor information."

"Damn right you were. As you can see, Oltos and I are not being mind controlled."

"I thought maybe the lamia (Prema, was it?) had some powerful and subtle mind control that was not obvious. I needed to observe and make sure."

Menelcab snorted again. "That's a pretty good excuse for being a perv, isn't it? You just wanted to make sure we weren't being controlled, and that required you to watch us have sex, right?"

"I can't give you any proof that I'm telling the truth, but my primary goal was to assess your mental state, not peep."

Menelcab rolled her eyes.

I tilted my head at her. "But you already knew I wasn't being mind controlled, didn't you?"

Menelcab's eyes went wide and she stopped talking.

As we were crossing a brook, Oltos said, "Yes." I had to strain to hear her voice.

We kept walking. I waited for her to go on.

"You see," she said, "I'm a dancer. I'm aware of the way people carry themselves. When Prema uses her powers, the target begins walking in a clumsy fashion. I knew you were not under her control as soon as you moved."

I nodded. "And Prema doesn't even have legs, so, dance training or not, she would never notice something like that. Why did you let me be your guard on this berry picking trip then? And why, well, you know."

Oltos blushed. "It's difficult for Menny and I to… be with each other in the castle. Prema can hear and smell everything that happens there. It's nice to get out, but she usually comes to watch over us, and…" She shrugged.

"So, you grabbed me, who would have to pretend he wasn't in control of his own body."

Menelcab interrupted. "There's another reason, too. Oltos is a fucking pervert."

Oltos glared at her. "Shut up, dwarf," she said in the stern tone she had used earlier.

We walked in awkward silence.

I cleared my throat. "That's true, though, right? You don't seem particularly ashamed that I saw you."

Oltos buried her face in her hands. "Oh, I'm ashamed. But it was super hot, and I've been imagining something like that for a long time. I'm sorry."

I grimaced. "It's okay. It was shocking, but I learned useful things."

Menelcab laughed out loud. "I bet you did! Oltos can be a hell of a disciplinarian, can't she?"

Oltos made an exasperated sigh and said, "You shut up!"

The air felt a little clearer and we passed the rest of the journey on foot with idle chatter about local events.

We entered the castle. Prema slithered out from behind a large sculpture up to me. She moved around me in a circle, wrapping her tail around me. She spaced it so I was bound from my ankles to my shoulders.

Her head ended up behind mine. I could feel her breasts pressing into my back.

Her voice was a whisper. I felt her breath on my ear.

"It looks like someone is not as bound to my will as I thought. Very clever, Klivan. You've been wandering among my friends through deception. I'll need to hear an explanation. One that satisfies me. My bite possesses a deadly venom."

I had allowed her to bind me, knowing that it put me at her mercy. Lamia fangs possess potent magic that can pierce any hide, even mine. I needed to be in an inferior position, though. Seeming dangerous would put me in greater danger.

"Prema, I'm sorry for the deception. I was sent to slay you and rescue the two women, but I have become convinced they are not here against their will. As for slaying you, the accusations against you beyond kidnapping were vague. I believe the people of Brack wished me to kill you before I could understand the situation fully. I used a magical item forged by Argeia the Cyclops to thwart your mind control. I will take it off if you allow me to use my arms. This I will do to show my sincerity, as I will be helpless against your power."

Prema loosened her coils enough to permit me to pull the visage off. Oltos and Menelcab gasped.

"Hand it to Menelcab and I will bind you again."

I passed the false visage to Menelcab, who turned it in her hands and studied it with awe.

"It's… perfect. I've heard of Argeia, of course, but this is beyond anything I've ever imagined. It's protean bronze, yes?"

"Yes," I said.

Menelcab looked me in the eyes. "What is Argeia like?"

I didn't have an immediate answer. I thought and said, "She is majestic. And gorgeous. And, well, perfect."

Menelcab nodded. I think I was the only one who noticed her glance at Oltos.

She sighed. "I wish I could meet her."

"I can take you to her. I am returning to her forge after this quest is over."

Her eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Yes, but the way is treacherous, and Prema would likely be unable to accompany us because of the cold."

Prema hissed at the mention of cold.

As Menelcab continued marveling at the visage, I said, "So, Prema, why are the villagers targeting you?"

"They want the castle. Their village is home to a renowned sage who wishes to use this place to house an academy. His name is Gortys; after I refused his offer of payment, he must have sought help from your Adventurers' Guild."

"What of Oltos and Menelcab?"

Menelcab looked up from the visage. "My father decided it was time for me to marry and made arrangements for a spouse. But," she glanced at Oltos, "by my reckoning, I have one."

Oltos looked at Menelcab lovingly. "My parents have never tried to control me, but, where Menny goes, so will I."

"How did you know to seek Prema for help?"

It was Prema who answered. She slowly uncoiled from me. I felt a sense of emptiness when she did so; I would have to contemplate what that meant later.

"The girls," she said, "are artists. Oltos created the tapestries in this room, and Menelcab the sculptures. I am an artist myself, though my art is music and poetry. They have been coming here for years to explore their art."

"It's all very beautiful. You must be proud of them."

"Yes."

I looked at Menelcab. "Now I know you need to meet Argeia. In addition to being a smith, her home is filled with her own sculptures."

Menelcab's eyes lit up with excitement. "Really? Oltos, can we go?"

Oltos, though, was looking at Prema.

Her voice was stronger than normal as she said, "But then we would leave Prema all alone."

I looked at the Lamia. She was smiling, sadly. "And that is what you will do. I lived for centuries before I met you two. The three of us will live long into the future, and we will see each other again. You have my blessing to go, but you will leave with a piece of my heart."

She turned to me. The tenderness she held for her two girls vanished. I saw the Abyss itself in the darkness of her gaze, as inescapable as Charybdis.

"Klivan. I give you a task. This is not a request. You will tell your Guild what has happened here and tell them that no more of their number will ever bother me again. If you fail to do this within the year, I will seek you out and slay you."

I bowed. "As you command, I will do. Gladly."

The next few days consisted of Prema and I helping Oltos and Menelcab get ready for the journey up the peak.

The two embraced their beloved lamia tearfully on the morning of our departure. She climbed to the tallest tower of her fortress and watched the three of us disappear into the forest.

My steps felt light as I thought of Argeia, and the possibility she would ask me to stay.

 

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