# Part Ten: The Prayer
**Tirron Maldrek**
Tirron stared down at the grave as Pitrin’s coffin was lowered inside. Nearby, four other coffins were being lowered at the same moment, the Priest of Ehlo conducting the services and casting the magic that let the bodies slowly descend in their bodies’ final resting place.
It was a sober moment, one arm around Marcia as she sniffled a little bit. Despite not knowing the men that died, it was clear she felt the loss of life and took death personally. Harvey stood on the other side of the graves, next to the Priest and across from the rest of their group gathering in a small cemetery outside of town. Ramona and Autumn stood next to Tirron, Ramona soothing the girl as she silently cried. It was a similar scene with the other men’s significant others, though Tirron would be hard pressed to name the women, as much as the men’s names were seared into his soul.
Pitrin, Erik, Mival, Vincent, Taran. Five men that he fought and bleed alongside. Part of him felt guilty, after their sacrifice he wasn’t out hunting their killers, but rutting with his new mate. Erik left a wife and a young girl of around 8. Mival had a couple lovers among the girls of age in the caravan. Vincent had a pregnant wife. Taran left behind a lover, one of the older women in the caravan.
But in the gathering before the burial, Tirron spoke with them a little and none seemed mad, just upset about the loss of their loved ones. No one begged him to hunt down the Orks. No one claimed he wasn’t doing his part.
It was simply his own guilt for surviving where his comrades died.
“Miss Tumbleheart, would you lead us in prayer as we lay these men to rest?” The elderly Priest’s words came gentle, but strong. Marcia slipped out of Tirron’s grasp, kneeling at the middle grave, Pitrin’s.
“Today, we lay these men to rest. We all come from the light and after death, that is where we return. I pray to the Gods of the Six, see these lost souls to their next life. Please, guide their spirits to a place where they can rest. May Ehlo’s Light guide their way. May Jevoh’s Justice cleanse their souls. May Rhiannon’s Love embrace them. May Zil’s Chaos repurpose their bodies. May Semalin’s Anger smite their enemies. May Umbrite’s Fate put them to rest. By the Holy Six, goodbye Pitrin, goodbye Erik, goodbye Mival, goodbye Vincent, goodbye Taran.” Marcia’s words were solemn, invoking the will of the Gods.
As she spoke their names of the gods, Tirron felt the air stirring. It was a powerful feeling and one he’d only experienced once before during his parent’s funeral. But now, unlike then, he wasn’t overcome with emotion and on the edge of his sanity. Sure, he felt guilty now but it wasn’t the mindless rage that characterized the time after his parent’s deaths.
After she spoke Taran’s name, the Priest waved his staff and the dirt began returning to the graves. Marcia kept her place, soon joined by Autumn as she paid her respects. The other wives, lovers, and child took their places at the respective graves as the dirt packed on top of their loved ones. Ramona leaned against Tirron, pressing her face to his arm as she held back her tears.
Harvey just stared solemnly at the ground and Tirron did not pity himself any more. Harvey was feeling far more guilt and responsibility for the men’s deaths. But much like Tirron’s own, it was misplaced and no one was berating him for it. Death was a fact of life and all warriors take the chance of meeting the Gods in one battle or another.
Marcia consoled Autumn as the ceremony ended and the others began leaving the graveyard. The Priest escorted the rest of the caravan away, leaving those close to the dead men behind.
Tirron waited with Ramona, Autumn, and Marcia as Harvey went to each grave and said his own prayer. The others were all gone by the time Harvey was done with his personal respects. When he turned back to them, his face was marked by tear-streaks, but his face was strong once more and held a sort of acceptance.
“My friends, I’d very much like a drink right about now.” Harvey smiled, making Autumn bust out in giggles. It was a bit hysterical, but no one could blame the girl for being a little out of sorts. The group headed back into town, finding a slightly cramped booth in the corner away from onlookers.
Harvey and Tirron took one side while Autumn sat between the two women on the other side. The barmaid appeared after a few minutes. Harvey ordered a large pitcher of ale for the men to share along with some wine for the ladies. Tirron broke the atmosphere by telling a funny story about Pitrin being scared shitless by a snake in his pack one day when they were out hunting.
Autumn got a particular kick out of it, leading into a story about him singing a funny song to cheer her up one day, the act that led to their relationship. Ramona reminisced about the way he helped her cook one day for the children. Harvey told the story of the first time he saw Pitrin’s normally emotionless facade crack, when Harvey presented the man with his first bag of coin. The young man immediately went out and bought a new sword and spent the rest of it getting drunk.
The funny stories brought them out of their dark thoughts and the conversation turned to lighter topics for a while. The day continued and the group ordered lunch at Harvey’s insistence, the veritable buffet that was brought more than filled them up. And they were well into their drinks, enough so that Marcia and Ramona had to cut their lovers off before they ended up truly drunk.
But no one stopped Autumn from finishing another cup of wine and she was a little too drunk to go on. Ramona and Harvey carried her upstairs to their room and briefly Tirron wondered if there was something there, the way the girl clung to both Ramona and Harvey. But it was merely wishful thinking on Tirron’s part, as messed up as it was. If Tirron was going to end up fucking Ramona, Harvey should have at least one free pass as well.
Tirron and Marcia cuddled up in the booth for a little while longer until she gathered him and they headed back the same path that they took last time they left this inn, ending up standing before Bree’s house once more.
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# Part Eleven: Dinner Ruined
**Bree Rose Abrakir**
Bree worked over the stove, making Marcia’s favorite beef stew. The oven was baking a loaf of bread, warming the entire large kitchen. She wore a light shift, glancing at the clock occasionally as she finished up the stew. She wanted time to get dressed and maybe put on a little makeup before her guests arrived.
“The things I do for this girl..” Bree murmured to herself as she finished up preparing the stew and put it on a low fire. It was earlier afternoon and Bree spent most of the day cleaning up her bedroom, arranging lavender and orange scented candles on a few of the surfaces. She cleaned her toys, had a lovely bath that left her skin smelling of coconut and vanilla, and worked a little around the house, doing her daily tasks for her goddess Rhiannon.
In the back of her mind, she felt their energy close by and she took the moment to get dressed, putting on a long black dress that bared her shoulders and neck. The flowing sleeves went down to her forearms and at the bottom hung small moon pendants. Underneath, she put on a pair of lacy black panties and a pair of flat black shoes.
On her neck, she put on her favorite necklaces, a silver chain that had a five pointed star with colored gems at each tip. She braided into three strands, one for each side and the top, which she then braided together behind her back and brought the single thick braid over her shoulder.
A light coating of makeup later, she checked herself out in the mirror and knew the two of them would be very attracted to her.
Her wards tingled when they approached her front door, but seemingly at the worst moment, she had a feeling of disaster. She hurried to the door, surprising the couple that stood at her doorstep that were making out a little heavily. Bree smiled at them wryly, but shook her head.
“The wards around the caravan are taken down.” Bree said simply at Tirron’s piercing look. The two of them reacted immediately, Marcia pulling her wand out of her robe and Tirron gripping the handle of the sword on his hip.
Bree waved her staff towards the kitchen, making sure nothing would burn, but dinner was already ruined. She led the way with a quick pace towards the eastern gate. Bree raised her staff in alarm at the guards, but they were just trainees. Heedless, Tirron took up the point, drawing his sword as they walked the road in silence. Bree couldn’t foresee what they were walking into, only the simple fact that the wards were taken down.
“Be careful, demonborn. There is likely a magical in their midst.” Bree told him quietly as they went into trees that obscured the caravan’s location.
“Noted. Be careful, ladies.” Tirron growled as he hid behind a tree, then darted forward to the next and the next until he could see what was going on. It didn’t surprise him to see a large group of goblins, with none other than Sybil standing guard as she urged them to hurry up. She didn’t look happy at all, scowling and cursing at the small green creatures.
Tirron turned towards the women who hid behind trees close to him. He pointed to the two of them and then towards Sybil. A clear signal for them to take care of the priestess. Bree and Marcia nodded together and took one look at each other before Marcia darted to stand close to Bree.
“I’m going to cast a ward around her to keep her from trying that spell on Tirron again. If she does, it’ll backfire against her. I need you to keep her distracted while I prepare something that should knock her out.” Bree told her lover, Marcia nodded before Bree kissed her strongly and darted out from behind the tree just as Tirron went towards the nearest goblins, slicing them in two before they could even react.
Bree began chanting her warding spell as Marcia came out behind her and began casting ice spells at the priestess, keeping her on the defensive as Sybil screamed in goblin tongue. The enemies reacted at once, probably 13 of them appeared from various carts and began to mob Tirron.
But neither Bree or Marcia could react, focused on keeping Sybil distracted.
“You look like you are glowing, Sybil. Anything you want to tell us?” Marcia teased the woman, casting a patch of ice behind the ork woman then a fireball at her feet. Predictably, the Ork stepped backwards and slipped on the ice, just as the ward came into place around her. It wouldn’t keep her locked in, but at least kept the Priestess from casting lust spells.
“I could say the same to you, Tumbleheart. I bet you haven’t stopped fucking since our last meeting.” Sybil grinned, noticing the ward and casting a strong lightning spell at Marcia. The girl darted out of the way at the last moment, but her arm was still singed.
“Don’t let the jealousy go to your head, love!” Marcia laughed as she kept the Ork distracted. Bree focused on her task, drawing a ritual circle in the grass with some conjured paint. She wished she’d brought her materials, but her mind was set on her two companions at the time.
“Get off of me, you fuckers!” Tirron’s deep voice growled angrily and Bree looked over just in time to feel his intense fire magic as it raged around him, burning three of the goblins to a crisp that were holding onto him and stabbing his midsection. The man was wounded, but didn’t seem to care as he sliced the head off of another goblin.
“You might want to care for your man, Marcia. My little friends are a little.. Stabby!” Sybil cackled as she waved her staff over her head. Where Marcia thought the spell was coming for her, instead it arched towards the goblins. It managed to get four of them in its radius and they screeched with power, their movements becoming impossibly faster.
“Marcia, go!” Bree called out as she finished her spell and cut her palm open as she pressed it to the ritual circle. A pulse of energy came forward and shot out of Bree’s other hand towards the Priestess. Sybil wasn’t expecting it, but dodged out of the way, the blast hitting her shoulder and knocking her spinning into one of the trees behind her.
Bree was drained, but Marcia took the chance to dart towards Tirron as he engaged the four remaining goblins that got far too many slices and stabs with their small curved swords. But Tirron’s rage carried him forward, taking out one, then two with one slice. The last powered up goblin screeched in his language and all of the others fled at once.
Bree was powerless to stop them from grabbing Sybil’s body and carting her off to safety. Tirron was down on one knee, blood pouring from several wounds as Marcia worked feverishly above him to heal some of the worst ones.
“Bree!” Marcia cried and the witch pushed to her feet and paced over to them. She could feel Tirron’s energy out of control and his consciousness dwindling as the blood loss got worse. Bree panted as she drew a small circle on his neck with her blood.
“Help me..” Bree murmured to the girl and Marcia pricked her palm, both of them pressing their bloody hands to it. The effect was immediate, a pulse of energy that brought all of his out of control fire back into his core and put him to sleep, slowing his heart rate down.
Just in time, Bree heard shouts from the rallied guards, but it was too little too late for them to join the battle. Talfen was there, though, and he ordered them to search the area after Marcia explained that goblins and the Ork Priestess were here. Bree sat heavily next to Tirron’s unconscious body, thinking for hopefully the last time that she should have prepared more for this. She skipped a couple of the rituals that would help in a battle like this in her haste to prepare for the dinner with the bonded. Never again.
“Can you walk, Bree baby?” Marcia asked as she knelt next to the woman, pressing her hand to her forehead and then cheek, feeling for her signs of exhaustion.
“I think so, my girl. What about Tirron? We need to get him back to the house.” Bree pushed herself to her feet with Marcia’s help.
“A couple of guards are going to help. Come on.” Marcia ducked under Bree’s arm and half lifted her. Bree was impressed that the girl was still able to keep going, she’d spent a lot of power in the first with the woman. But love kept her moving, worried over her love. And likely the bond itself was fueling her.
Two of the bigger guards managed to lift Tirron, following the two women at a slow pace. Tirron was not a small man and he was pretty much all dead weight. Neither girl could even spare a featherweight spell to spare them the task.
It took a little longer to get back to the house, Bree could barely even keep her eyes open, but Marcia didn’t complain and merely encouraged her to keep going. When she was back under her wards, Bree felt a little better, but still barely kept her grip on her staff.
The guards brought Tirron upstairs at Bree’s request and deposited him on the bed on top of a spare blanket Marcia laid down to keep Bree’s silky sheets clean of blood. Luckily, Tirron wasn’t bleeding much anymore.
Bree only noticed the guards leaving by the wards feeling safer. She used her staff to limp over to the bed and sit heavily next to Tirron. She reached up to feel his forehead and he was burning up. Bree frowned, her mind racing as Marcia took off her robe and draped it over a chair, leaving her in a beautiful yellow sundress.
“I need your help, Bree. Are you up for it?” Marcia asked with a worried smile, starting to undress Tirron until he was nude. Various cuts and stabs marked his body. His legs, his torso, shoulders, arms, nothing seemed to be spared except his handsome face.
“I’ll help however I can. What are you intending?” Bree asked, reaching over to the drawer where her toy lay, taking out a small purple crystal. She hated to use it, but desperation called for it.
“A Ritual of Blood and Bond. I don’t see any alternative, besides healing his wounds one by one and I’m already beyond tired.” Marcia seemed resigned to it and Bree didn’t see many options either. His wounds would only get worse in the time it took them to recover their energy.
“Very well. You shall be the conduit, I suppose?” Bree asked, Marcia nodding. Bree shook her head, sighing as she brought the crystal to her lips and focused on absorbing the energy stored in the core of it. It wasn’t much, but it would have to be enough.
“Let’s do this.” Bree nodded towards Marcia and the girls began to prepare the ritual.
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# Part Twelve: The Ritual of Blood and Bond
**Marcia Tumbleheart**
The battle took its toll on her, both in terms of energy and on her heart. Seeing Tirron being attacked so harshly was painful, even as she had to focus on keeping Sybil out of the fight.
And she utterly failed in that duty. She failed in making sure the woman didn’t hurt them. She failed in making sure she didn’t get away.
It was with a heavy heart that Marcia helped Bree gather supplies from her study downstairs, a jar of white paint, crushed lifeberries, and a bundle of incense that included green leaf and several other herbs.
She arrived back upstairs to find the room lit by candles and Bree mostly naked, wearing only a lovely pair of black panties. Marcia stared for a moment before bringing the supplies to the bedside table.
“I’d wanted to seduce both of you tonight, don’t think that’s gonna happen now.” Bree joked as she took the paint and began drawing the circle on his chest, a four pointed star. Marcia slid her dress off, then her bra and took her spot on Tirron’s other side as Bree smeared the berry paste on each point of the star, Afterward, she took the incense and lit it, waving it around the room. The air filled with a hazy smoke that settled in the air and gave Marcia a light high.
She’d need it, she thought to herself. Her eyes lingered on her lover’s face and its passive look. He was breathing roughly and the previous spell seemed to be wearing off.
“Let’s hurry. You know the invocations, right?” Bree asked needlessly, her panic increasingly. Bree nodded, leaning over Tirron’s body as she kissed Marcia softly. “Calm down, my love. This will work.” Bree’s touch calmed Marcia’s frayed nerves.
“Yes. Go ahead.” Marcia sighed as she got up on her knees. Bree’s hands worked on Marcia, drawing the mirror of the ritual sigil on Marcia’s lower belly. Lastly, she ran her berry smeared hand down to Marcia’s mound and drew a messy symbol, a six pointed star and a crescent moon inside.
“I call out to the Goddess Rhiannon and pray that she answers our call. Love to love.” As she said those words, Marcia shifted herself over Tirron, gripping the man’s soft cock. It began to harden under her grip and she aimed herself down. “Bond to bond.” Marcia eased herself down on the man, taking him inside of her. She wasn’t as wet as she wanted to be, but the heady feeling of the ritual set in and she felt a wind begin to stir around the room.
“Blood to blood.” Bree called out loudly and Marcia took the offered knife, pricking both of her palms. Bree took the knife and carefully cut Tirron’s sides, blood oozing thick from the wounds. Marcia pressed her bloody cuts to the wounds and immediately felt energy begin to flow between them.
“In the light of our devotion, in the dark of our hearts. Please hear my call, Moon Goddess. We offered the remainder of our magic, the love in our hearts.” Bree chanted over and over, the feeling of energy in the room becoming more intense with each repetition. Marcia felt Tirron ache inside of her and a groan escaped his lips, the first sound he made since the battle.
Marcia felt her body drained of energy, draining into the smoke that began to surround them. She felt it as the spirit of Rhiannon entered the room, the windows sliding open as the late evening moonlight came into the room. The smoke flowed to the spirit and formed a vaguely humanoid body. Bree’s part was over and she knelt on the floor next to Tirron’s body, her face downturned.
“I welcome my very body as a conduit of your spirit, Moon Goddess. This man is my bonded and my blood and I worry for his life. I welcome my body as your conduit, Lady Rhiannon.” Marcia chanted and the smoke flowed over to her. She felt a gentle hand on her cheek as her breath left her body.
“I shall grant you this boon, child of Ehlo. Let your heart be still.” The spirit spoke to her in a husky, deep voice. And then the smoke flowed at her all at once, her once empty lungs filling up to the brim with the smoke as the Goddess’s energy flowed into her, down through her core and out from the places where her body met Tirron’s. Her hands and her sex, energy flowed like electricity and Marcia’s mind filled with an intense happiness as Tirron’s wounds began to heal and his lungs gasped for air.
The Goddess’s presence inside of her started her body moving on his, sliding up and down. Pleasure bloomed inside of Marcia and Tirron’s pleasured gasps told her that he was safe once more. But the ritual wasn’t over.
“This is my gift to you!” Marcia’s voice echoed out of her lips, the sound mixing between her own and the Goddess’s spirit. Almost immediately, Marcia felt her orgasm blossom and flow through her body, just as she felt Tirron begin to pulse inside of her. And then just as suddenly as it happened, it flowed away and she felt the spirit flow out of her mouth in the form of smoke. It took the pleasure, the orgasm, and his seed inside of her and the Goddess stood before her in a much more solid form.
Her hair was bright brown, her eyes were a charcoal grey, her face was utter beauty. Rhiannon’s lips pressed to her own and she gasped as she felt the intense energy touching her own.
“Do not forget this boon, child of Ehlo. When I have need of you, heed my message. For now, your bonded is safe. He shall sleep for a time and then he shall be yours once more. Goodbye, my children.” Rhiannon’s words came as the form floated back towards the window and then disappeared as the smoke dispersed into the wind.
Marcia was left trembling, tears falling down her cheeks as Tirron softened inside of her and his breathing came regularly once more. His wounds were closed and healed, only the faintest scars remaining. But as Marcia looked at her hands, the scars were more prominent and Marcia doubted they would go away anytime soon.
“Come, my love. You need to eat.” Bree murmured to the girl as she helped Marcia off of his body. Her legs didn’t want to work and she nearly collapsed if not for Bree’s strong grasp. Slowly, they made their way downstairs and Bree fed Marcia without complaint, praising the girl for the ritual, the healing, and the way she kept Sybil occupied.
Marcia felt her guilt lessen at Bree’s praise, but she still felt she could have done better.
“I see that guilt in your eyes, girl. It is misplaced. There is nothing that can be done to predict the Ork’s actions. She is crafty and knew you were expecting her to attack you. I don’t think she’ll be waking up anytime soon, though. The spell I nailed her with will keep her out of commission for a couple days at least. She’ll be wary next time she wants to fuck with us.” Bree grinned and Marcia felt the rest of her worries slide away.
Marcia loved the dinner, even though it would have hit much better without the sorrowful circumstances. Afterward, Marcia had a little more strength and Bree easily convinced her to bathe.
Marcia relaxed in the hot water as Bree went off to clean up Tirron’s body. Marcia still felt the tingle of the Goddess’s power and it was utterly intoxicating, unlike anything else she’d ever felt. It was a power that could grant any wish, overcome any enemy, it could tear down buildings with a single wave, or level a mountain that stood in the way.
The power inspired her lust and though she was sore, she needed something to occupy the remaining worry in her soul. And right on cue, Bree walked in, sliding her panties off as she walked and without a word, slid right into the bath opposite Marcia.
“Tirron is feeling a little better. His fever is gone completely and he groaned when I was washing him. I’m sure he’ll be a little sore tomorrow, but sore is better than dead.” Bree told her. Marcia’s dam broke as a sob slipped out of her throat, her eyes tearing up.
“I thought he was going to die.. I was so worried that she wouldn’t answer our call.. Bree, I can’t live without him!” Marcia cried and Bree easily gathered the girl in her arms, pulling the girl’s head to her chest as she cried. Bree stroked her hair softly and shushed her with sweet words.
Marcia cried it out, ridding herself of the feelings that plagued her since the threat was known. Her heart hardened just a bit and as the tears waned, Marcia promised herself that she would do better next time. She was the healer, His healer. No matter if she was a slut for him or Bree, keeping him safe was her priority. She should have split her attention between Sybil and Tirron, keeping him healed up while distracting Sybil. Or they could have gone in with a better plan, but it was too late to worry about that.
Bree began washing Marcia, the girl pliant and her thoughts drifted away as she focused on Bree’s skilled hands. After she was clean, Bree turned the girl to lay her back on Bree’s chest and Bree’s hands went down her belly and rubbed at her sex as she murmured lovely words into Marcia’s ear.
It was an amazing feeling Bree’s hands once more, a contrast to Tirron’s strong hands but no less arousing. Bree knew what she was doing, had an intimate knowledge of Marcia’s pleasure points after months of playing around.
“Goddess, I love you..” Marcia moaned as Bree’s fingers stroked her clit and with the other hand, fingering her with hooked fingers to touch the best spot. Bree giggled in the girl’s ear, nibbling on her earlobe as Marcia’s moans came more intently.
“Cum for me, baby.” Bree’s husky words came and Marcia couldn’t hold back the orgasm that exploded inside of her, her whole body twitching as she came hard. Marcia went limp on Bree as her pleasure waned and left her feeling beyond tired.
“Come on, sweet girl.” Bree murmured and helped the girl out of the tub, drying off and then off to Bree’s bed, where Marcia cuddled up naked up to Tirron. Bree pressed up to Marcia’s back, wrapping her arm around the girl’s waist as the two of them slowly fell asleep.
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