# Part Thirteen: Lucky Tirron
**Tirron Maldrek**
It was with a groan that Tirron woke up, the early morning breeze filtering into the room. Several feelings occurred to him at once, a deep ache in his body, anxiety about the battle that was barely over by the time he remembered losing consciousness, and lastly, warmth on each side of him.
Marcia was on one side of him, closest to the door with her body halfway on top of his. Tirron could feel her furry nethers brushing against the side of his hip, her thigh hugging his.
And strangely, Bree was on his other side, a little less lewdly cuddled up to him, but still had an arm thrown over his chest and her hand was intertwined with Marcia’s.
He took stock of the last things he remembered, Sybil’s wicked chanting and the goblins who moved so fast that his eyes could barely see them. But still he fought, driven by rage and a desire to protect those he loved, which included Bree, Ramona, Harvey, Autumn, and the rest of the caravan. But most of all, he had to keep Marcia and their unborn child safe.
And after he slaughtered the goblins, he could feel himself losing steam far too fast, blood seeping from countless wounds that only began to truly hurt in the immediate aftermath of the battle. And then there was nothing.
He didn’t know how long he was in a nameless space, a place where he could only feel faint pain and little else. And then the wind came, turning his body around in the space and the full moon was there right in front of him. And then the Moon morphed into a woman. A tall woman, taller than him. She wore a bright purple dress with dark brown curly hair that went down past her ass.
Her face was plump, her hips wide, her lips upturned in a smile. As he floated closer to her, suddenly he felt her intense energy and a pleasure enveloped him.
“I am the Moon, darling Tirron. There are two people in your world that called to me, put their lives on the line to save your own. Your bonded girl who holds your child deep in her womb and my elven child. Even now, your dearest is putting her magic on the table for me to take.” The woman spoke, a husky voice that seemed to wrap around him, even nerve tingling with power in the nameless space.
“I am giving you life, Tirron. Bringing you back from the brink of death because of love, because of the bond that you share with her. I do this for a boon, for a promise from you.” Tirron gasped as he felt as if he were buried deep within his lover.
“Yes, my Goddess.” Tirron groaned as he stared into her eyes, a shining depth to them. She seemed pleased for a moment as she floated closer and touched his cheek with her light brown hand.
“You are so full of love and devotion. So full of power.” She seemed to purr into his ear. “There is a coming trial, one that is put before you, before Marcia, before Bree Rose, even before the other that carries your child, and before one other that shall be revealed to you. You’ll answer my call when it comes.” She spoke to him and her words pierced deep into him and he felt orgasm surge through his body, in another place. But it was whisked away just as quickly as it came and her form shimmered with power.
“I will, my Goddess. I shall not let you down.” Tirron told her, sure as the love he felt inside, as sure of the rage that settled deep within him. Even if he had to collaborate with the Ork Priestess, he would fulfill this promise in exchange for his life.
“I know you won’t, my child. Remember, you will know my signs when they come. Goodbye, Tirron.” The Goddess pressed her lips to his, a deep energy passing through him momentarily. And then she was gone. And the nameless space was replaced with vivid dreams. Dreams of Marcia and him living to an old age and raising several children. Bree was there, Sybil was there with his half demonborn, half Ork child.
There were some missing pieces to the dream and he couldn’t work them out before the dream shifted and became a battle between his group and another group of people that appeared to be human, but took on dark shapes after they fell in battle.
And if he had dreams after that, Tirron didn’t remember them. The only thing that came afterward was waking up between the two girls.
“Goodmorning, lucky boy.” Bree’s voice pierced his deep thoughts and he glanced at the elven woman just as her head shifted forward and their lips met for the second time in two days. It was a welcome feeling after the battle and the crazy events that followed, the vision of Rhiannon and the dreams afterward. Her lips were soft and her hand caressed his cheek, running through his facial hair.
“What happened while I was out?” Tirron groaned as Bree pressed harder to him, sliding her thigh against his. Bree shrugged playfully.
“A little ritual to heal you, basically bring you back from the dead.” Bree stated simply, “We ate dinner without you, I rubbed your girl’s needy sex in the bathtub and then we went to bed. Marcia got up to pee, I snuggled up to you, we fell back asleep. You know, normal stuff.” Bree giggled huskily as her thigh came up and rubbed against his aching cock.
“Sounds pretty normal to me, wish I’d have been there to watch though.” Tirron replied as Bree’s hand trailed down his belly and gripped his length, stroking it slowly. A groan escaped his lips and Marcia stirred against him, her eyes flitting open. A deep happiness took her features and she threw herself on top of him, her legs on each side of his stomach as she showered his face in kisses.
“My goddess, I love you so much! I almost lost you! Never again!” Marcia cried, her words only quieted when he gripped the sides of her neck and pulled their lips together. After thoroughly making out with her, she watched him glassily. Throughout it all, Bree didn’t stop stroking his length.
“My love, I missed you too.” Tirron said with a little groan, Marcia’s eyes going wide at the sound as she looked over to Bree and saw where her hand went, but smirked at the woman before looking back to Tirron. He couldn’t help the surge of satisfaction that her teasing smile gave him, along with Bree’s insistent stroking.
“You have no idea how amazing Bree’s fingers are.” Marcia teased him as his hands went up to the girl’s hips and gripped them tightly.
“I have an idea. She told me you came all over them last night.” Tirron ran his hand up her body, gripping her breast momentarily before sliding up the back of her neck, gripping her hair and bringing their lips back together. Next to them, Bree shifted and leaned over Tirron’s lower body, sliding her lips around the head of him as her hands stroked the rest of his length.
It didn’t take long for Tirron to buckle under the pleasure, groaning into Marcia’s mouth as their tongues met. His orgasm came barrelling through his being like a bull and he began pulsing into her mouth. Bree took it like a pro, licking the underside of his head and he came into her waiting lips. As soon as she milked the last of his seed, she sat back up and took Tirron’s hand away from Marcia’s hair, gripping it herself and tilting Marcia’s head up and letting the creamy seed leak from her mouth into Marcia’s before kissing the girl roughly, sharing the rest of the messy meal.
Tirron watched, rapt in attention and not going soft for a second. Seeing Marcia handled so roughly by Bree was such a turn-on and Marcia clearly enjoyed it by her moans. Tirron’s hands pushed at Marcia’s hips, easing the girl down his waist. Seeing his intention, Bree gripped his freshly sucked cock and angled it so that as Marcia’s hips moved down, he pierced her. Marcia cried out in pleasure, trembling under the assault of his length as he continued pushing her down until he was completely embedded within her.
“That’s our girl.” Bree moaned at the girl as Marcia began rocking her hips, sliding his length in and out of her. Tirron looked at the bronze skinned woman hungrily and arched his eyebrow before nodding at her wordless question. Bree shifted on the bed, climbing up until her pussy hung above Tirron’s face, her body facing Marcia. Tirron’s hands pulled her hips down and his tongue began an assault on her light brown sex.
He enjoyed the sight of it in the moments before she descended on his face. Her sex was mostly shaved, the lips and area above her clit bare, but the hair on her small mound was shaped into a strip. Her lips were a lighter brown than her skin and the inside was deep pink. And she was very wet.
Tirron enjoyed the taste of her, the smell of her. Both were faintly coconut and vanilla and drove his senses wild. He was barely able to focus on Bree as Marcia began riding him in earnest, her hands on his lower belly as she rocked herself up and down.
“Your man has a way with his tongue, Marcia. Goddess, I could keep him chained up giving me pleasure for hours and I wouldn’t have enough.” Bree teased Marcia, the girl whined as she worked herself harder, building up to a strong orgasm.
“Please don’t, then I’d have to come all the way here for this.” Marcia teased back in a breathless voice. Bree giggled as she wriggled her hips, Tirron’s tongue delving deep within her. She tasted as good as Marcia did and between the two of them, he was close once more. And he wanted Bree to cum with them, so his lips sucked around her clit as his tongue began its final assault.
Bree’s voice rose in high moans, Marcia’s echoing it as the two girls gripped each other to stay upright and then it happened. Tirron came first, squirting hard inside of Marcia, who came from his thrusting up into her. Bree was last, seemingly getting worked up beyond a normal orgasm, her gasps coming harder and harder before her floodgates opened.
Tirron’s mouth was flooded as he pushed his tongue back into her, tickling up to her good spot and she buckled over, only Tirron’s grip on the woman’s hips kept her pussy within licking distance and he was not done.
Marcia giggled breathlessly as Bree laid her head on Marcia’s thigh and gasped for air as Tirron’s tongue took a path up past her open sex to her ass, sliding around the puckered hole before pushing into her. Bree panted, unable to even form words as his tongue snaked inside of her and massaged her most intimate area.
Marcia leaned back, still pierced by his cock, but satisfied for the moment. Her hands began stroking Bree’s hair softly, whispering nothings to her as Tirron ate her viciously. Tirron’s hands lifted Marcia up off of his cock and his hand gripped Bree’s hair, pushing her face towards where he knew Marcia’s messy pussy to be.
“Eat!” Tirron growled fiercely, determined to show Bree that it wasn’t her in charge here. Marcia’s moans came immediately as Bree seemingly began licking the girl’s cum covered pussy inside and out.
Tirron continued his assault, switching from hole to hole to clit and back again, working her steadily back up to an orgasm. It didn’t take long as the normally dominant girl was dominated, she was pushed over the edge easily when Marcia came on her tongue.
Afterward, Tirron shifted Bree and Marcia back to each side of him, their heads on his shoulders as he stroked their backs.
“Too much, baby?” Tirron asked Bree as he angled her chin upward and she had a vaguely surprised look on her face, but shook her head.
“No.. I’ve just never really been dominated like that before. Maybe by a man wanted to be in control with a rough fuck, but it wasn’t even about your pleasure..” Bree rambled until Tirron tilted his head down and caught her lips. She wasn’t even hesitant to meet his tongue, the tongue that partook in each of her holes.
“It’s about time somebody took control of you.” Marcia giggled as she drew lazy circles on Tirron’s chest. Bree giggled a little as their lips separated.
“I haven’t even had your cock yet and I’m just plain yours now.” Bree murmured, laying her head back down.
“Both of you are mine.” Tirron growled, gripping them closer. They dozed for a while until Tirron’s stomach growled. Marcia cursed quietly.
“I told myself I wouldn’t let you go hungry again!” She complained. Bree broke out in giggles and stretched out in bed before climbing out.
“Then come on, sweet girl. Let’s make.. Our. Man. some breakfast.” Bree smirked at her, making Marcia blush and nod. She tilted her face up and Tirron caught her lips in a soft kiss.
“I love you.” He murmured against her lips and she repeated the phrase back to him before sliding out of bed and going hand in hand with Bree out of the room. Tirron relaxed into the bed, thinking back on the Goddess’s words. Marcia, Bree, Sybil, and at least one other person would be this close to him, as far as the Goddess’s intentions went.
He couldn’t imagine fucking Sybil again, as much as the thought of dominating her and helping her out of her evil ways seemed to arouse him. But the time would come and though he wanted to make sure his girls were fine with it, it felt as if they had little choice in the matter.
Tirron resolved to make sure to explain it to them, the vision in its entirety before such a situation came up. He slid out of bed and his legs were a little shaky, but he managed to work out the soreness and go into the bathroom. He relieved himself before running a bath and cleaning himself up.
By the time he made it downstairs, he was looking presentable once more, his hair tied back in a ponytail and his beard brushed out and reassembled. If nothing, he looked forward to what more surprises the Goddess had in store for him.
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# Part Fourteen: Waiting and Wanting
**Sipha Grace Yawnmere**
Sipha looked down upon her lady with a frown, her brows creased in worry. The day was passing by in a blur as she waited on her to wake up, to finally wake up from her magically induced sleep.
The day before, Sybil was sent with the goblins to steal supplies from the same caravan they attacked before. Letam assured her that it would be safe, that it was pretty much unprotected, but had a ward around it that his scouts claimed was a simple spell to keep evil-doers out of the area.
It was a simple thought that brought tears to Sipha’s eyes. They, the orks and goblins, were evil-doers. While she liked to think that they were just trying to make a living, it was simply not true. She’d encountered a few humans and they were all scared of her, even if she was doing nothing more than picking herbs and such in the forest.
Since the goblins brought Sybil back, the clan was in an uproar, Letam was struggling to keep order. The warriors wanted to take revenge for their Priestess being attacked and put into a magical sleep. The goblins were in a frenzy, wanting revenge for the demonborn killing so many of their brethren.
Only the Order of Orianna, a core group within the clan, were trying to keep the peace. Sipha tried to plead with the orks she was close with, but it fell on deaf ears. She knew Sybil would wake up and some point or another and wouldn’t support further bloodshed. She objected to the raid, but wouldn’t go against Letam publicly.
Privately, in the tent where Sybil lay with Sipha watching over, Letam raged. It was intense, rage shedding off of his body. He destroyed a chest, a cabinet, a bed, and several tables. The wreckage still lay in the corner, his axe still embedded in the chest’s lid.
But then he would cry over Sybil’s body, pleading with her to wake up and help him solve the crisis that threatened his control over the clan. It was strange to see the man’s emotions, but it was an unspoken promise between them not to discuss it.
The oldest warriors, the ones that had the ear of the previous chieftain, all rallied their brethren and tried to turn them against Letam. One of them in particular, a huge Ork that looked like he was half ogre, was vying for Letam’s position. His name was Alakai and Sipha was utterly scared of him. One night after drinking, he’d tried to sexually assault her and only Letam’s timely interruption kept her safe.
Perhaps that moment was what solidified the unspoken bond that let Letam show his anger, his sadness, his desperation, and the depth of his love for clan and Sybil in front of her. Or Letam was just so far past his breaking point that he couldn’t bring himself to care.
If so, Sipha felt the same. She’d been looking forward to playing around with Sybil, her entire day up until the woman’s unconscious return was amazing. Regardless, Sipha settled in for the long wait.
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**Ramona Drumwind**
The scene was a slap in the face. Their carts were a mess, though everything was accounted for. But the ground in several places was covered in blood, the bodies of goblins already carted away. And Tirron was injured in the fight, according to the head of the guards.
Last night, the caravan’s warriors and the village’s guards had kept the area safe, patrolling in groups just in case the goblins and orks wanted to attack again. Harvey was gone the entire night as well, leaving Ramona and Autumn to keep each other company.
In the morning, two girls had dressed, eaten breakfast, and headed out to survey the damage. There were marks on the sides of the carts from weapons, likely Tirron’s greatsword. Blood was dried on the sides of the carts and the ground nearby. Thinking about how much of it might belong to Tirron was worrying. The warrior was so selfless and according to those that saw the immediate aftermath, he was cut up and passed out from blood loss.
But Ramona trusted Marcia to do her damnedest to help him. And she knew the two of them trusted their witch friend. She wanted to go to the witch’s house and see if she could assist them, but Harvey, before he left for the night, convinced her not to.
Ramona wandered around the carts, seeing if there was any damage that would have to be repaired before they left again, but luckily most of it was intact. Autumn followed behind her, eyes darting from side to side as if she was scared of an imminent attack. Ramona wasn’t nearly so scared of that, her thoughts still dwelling with the demonborn man that protected them.
The two girls found Harvey near the back, sitting heavily on the ground outside of their personal cart along with a few of the others that helped him run the caravan, including Fedrick and Thodek. They were deep in an argument, Fedrick claiming that they need to pack up today and leave at the earlier possible moment.
“Better to be attacked on the road by some bandits or something than to have the weight of their clans come down upon us!” He argued and Harvey’s face was set tight in the way that told Ramona he knew Fedrick had a good argument, but couldn’t give in so easily.
“Tirron nearly gave his life for us!” Thodek argued back, even with his dwarven stature he was nearly as tall as the human merchant. “We have a responsibility to him, even if he wants to stay, I’m not leaving until I know the man can see us off. Harv’, you can’t turn your back on him!”
“I’m not planning on it, Thodek!” Harvey growled, Ramona could sense he was near his breaking point between the two of them. She bustled up between the two arguing men and went to Harvey’s side, kissing his cheek.
“Goodmorn’, my love.” Harvey murmured as their eyes met. It looked as if he didn’t sleep at all last night and Ramona wouldn’t be surprised if he had a sword in hand the entire time.
“Tirron!” Autumn’s voice came high and the girl darted off. Ramona watched as Tirron and his two girls were making their way towards them. The demonborn caught Autumn around the waist, matching smiles on Marcia and the witch’s faces as Autumn was overcome with emotion in Tirron’s arms.
“It’s okay, sweet girl. No goblins can take me down for long.” Ramona heard Tirron’s deep voice as he held the short human girl in his arms even as they continued walking over. As they neared, Tirron murmured something in the girl’s ear and passed her over to Marcia who captured the girl in a hug and escorted her away from the larger group.
“Harvey, Ramona, Thodek.” Tirron’s voice greeted them, his eyes and words passing right over the human that he hated. For his part, Fedrick began sweating and looked as if he’d dart away at any moment.
“My Goddess, Tirron. How in the world are you up already? The men said you were bleeding from at least two dozen wounds.” Harvey jumped up and quickly shook the demonborn’s hand.
“A veritable miracle, my friend. Without Bree here and Marcia, I’d be toast. They called the power of the Goddess Rhiannon and well.. Here I am.” Tirron grinned, Ramona blinked at the information, surprised that the two girls were able to call out to the Goddess.
“That’s impossible!” Fedrick complained and as Tirron’s intense eyes fell upon him, he took a step back and held out his hands as if trying to block the demonborn’s anger.
“If it were impossible, I’d be dead, you dumb fuck.” Tirron snarled, taking two steps towards Fedrick, the man whimpering, but only Harvey stepping up between them stopped Tirron from assaulting the man.
“Your presence is no longer needed here. Go and make sure we have enough supplies to make it to the next town. We’ll be leaving in the morning.” Harvey ordered Fedrick, the man bowed only enough to keep his eyes on the demonborn and then he literally ran away.
“Tirron.” Ramona’s voice pierced the silence that stretched as Harvey and him shared a look. Tirron’s eyes turned towards the blonde woman and he smiled gently, his anger disappearing.
“Hello Ramona.” Tirron’s voice drawled and she felt her legs squeeze together. All of her worries, all of her anxieties were swept away by the sound of his voice, the feeling of his eyes on her. It would be tonight, she knew it. She’d be with him tonight, his cock inside of her, and she was already soaking wet for him.
“I’m glad to see you well.” She replied a little shyly, no clue why she felt like a little girl again. Tirron smiled and stepped over, wrapping her in a tight hug. His lips went to her ear and she felt his breath on her, making her shiver as they hugged.
“I would never leave this world before I had my way with you.” He murmured before pulling away and turning back towards Harvey. Her husband smirked knowingly at her and the men walked off, Thodek following behind the two larger men.
“He has a way of making your legs feel like jelly, doesn’t he?” The witch giggled as she stepped up to Ramona. Ramona nodded with a giggle. “I’m Bree Rose Abrakir. I saw you briefly before when I set up the wards, but that day was crazy all around.”
“It really was. I’m Ramona.” She replied as Marcia and Autumn began making their way back to them. Autumn was blushing furiously and Marcia had a satisfied smile on her face. It didn’t take much to know that something a little personal had occurred between the two, but no one seemed inclined to talk about anything except Tirron as the women climbed into Ramona’s cart at her insistence and lit up a smoke and passed it around.
The day was still young and Ramona didn’t know if she was prepared for what the end of it would bring.
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**Autumn Bizbee**
Seeing the man after thinking the worst of his fate was like a burst of fireworks inside of her mind. It was a sudden influx of emotions, of feelings that she shouldn’t be having so soon after the death of her lover. It was a burst of energy within her that propelled her forward and into his arms.
His strong arms that lifted her so easily. He smelled faintly of vanilla and sweat. His hands held her thin waist and she felt his deep voice in his chest as he spoke.
“It’s okay, sweet girl. No goblins can take me down for long.” He spoke to her and she shivered with happiness. “As much as my arms make you feel better, I have some business. Go with Marcia and we’ll speak later.” He spoke, his words breathy in her ear and she nodded, her mind racing at his words.
“Come on, babe.” Marcia cooed to her as their arms wrapped around one another and Marcia guided her off towards one of the other carts. For a minute, they could hear Tirron’s deep voice and the others, until Marcia found an empty sleeping cart and brought the girl inside.
“How are you doing, sweetie?” Marcia asked as she worried over the girl, wiping her eyes with her sleeve and looking at the bags under her ears. Autumn blushed as Marcia brushed her fingers underneath her eyes and cheeks.
“I’m okay. Doing better today, except for worrying about Tirron. Was.. was it bad?” Autumn’s blue eyes met Marcia’s green and the other girl merely nodded before gathering her words.
“The battle was rough. Between Bree and I taking on the Ork woman, Tirron was taking on a horde of goblins by himself. It wasn’t.. It was hard, but he won in the end. He was losing his life, but Bree and I did a ritual to call Rhiannon’s power down and she restored his life. It does mean that we owe the Goddess a favor, but that is a small price to pay for his life.” Marcia explained slowly and Autumn was surprised, but overjoyed that he didn’t die.
“I.. I was worried about him all night and I barely slept. Ramona tried to calm me down, but she was pacing half the night anyway. I don’t.. I don’t want to lose someone so soon after Pit..” Autumn sobbed and then Marcia was there, holding her tightly in her arms, whispering in her ears, brushing her fingers through her hair.
It wasn’t hard for Autumn to calm down in the girl’s arms and Autumn felt as if she were at home with her. In another world, another place, another time. And when Marcia began to pull away, Autumn’s body worked automatically, shifting forward to catch the girl’s lips with her own. Marcia’s lips were soft and plump, where Autumn’s were chapped from biting them so often since Pit.
Marcia’s hands roamed the girl’s curves, sliding up from her hips to the girl’s breasts, then up to her neck. Autumn sighed into the girl’s mouth as Marcia gripped each side of her neck and deepened the kiss. Autumn’s hands touched the girl’s sides hesitantly, feeling the soft flesh underneath the robe.
“That’s my good girl.” Marcia cooed as Autumn’s hands slowly slid up Marcia’s body and cupped her breasts over the clothing. Autumn giggled as she felt the difference in their breasts. Marcia’s were full and much larger than Autumn’s.
“I’m sorry, Marcia. I’ve just been so.. I got carried away.” Autumn murmured as she pulled her hands away and bit at one of her nails as she looked down. Marcia’s hand lifted Autumn’s chin up and pulled her fingers away.
“Autumn, you have nothing to apologize for. Tell you what, Tirron’s going to be spending his night with Ramona. I’m not sure if you and Harvey..” Marcia watched the girl’s reaction, her quickly shaking head.
“Not at all! Harv’ is a good man, but not my type. But.. Tirron and Ramona?” The girl asked curiously, Marcia nodded with a giggle.
“Yep, they wanted to play around a little bit before you guys leave. I don’t know why Harvey is all for it, but as long as Tirron isn’t getting anyone else pregnant, I don’t much care.” Marcia rubbed her belly and Autumn gasped, putting two and two together.
“I didn’t realize! Congratulations!” Autumn flung herself at the girl once more and Marcia angled their lips together, humming as their kiss deepened a little bit.
“But as I was saying..” Marcia murmured as their lips parted once more, her breath coming against Autumn’s face and the blonde girl loved the smell of her. “Why don’t you spend the night with Bree and I? We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, but I’d love to spend more time with you.” Marcia purred as she ran her fingers over the girl’s exposed belly in her leather vest.
“Yes!” Autumn moaned quietly as the girl’s fingers traced around her belly button and the little piece of jewelry that hung there. And then their lips were together once more briefly. Autumn felt all of her body heat up as Tirron and the other men passed their cart, only the demonborn catching them, his eyebrow quirked up as he blew a subtle kiss to the two of them.
“What do you think about Tirron?” Marcia giggled as she helped Autumn out of the cart and led her back towards where the other girls stood. “Handsome, huh? Your type?” Marcia breathed in the girl’s ear, not waiting for an answer as Autumn blushed deeply.
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# Part Fifteen: The Spa
**Marcia Tumbleheart**
The atmosphere of the cart was one of relaxation, the haze of smoke still hanging in the air. The four women kept conversations flowing easily when they spoke and when silence settled, it wasn’t awkward or strange.
Marcia enjoyed their company, all women who had feelings for her bonded, but in their own ways. She couldn’t work up any jealousy, knowing she was the one with his child in her belly. It felt natural to share the man, his seemingly unending libido giving her reason to give herself a break.
She dwelled on his face when he caught her and Autumn kissing, like it was something he expected. She didn’t doubt it, the way he sent the girl off in her arms. And she remembered his words over breakfast, the way he explained what the goddess told them. While she wasn’t happy about the idea of having to get along with the Ork Priestess that was a thorn in her side so often, she trusted Tirron’s words that if anything could change her ways, it would be the child inside of her.
And then he spoke of a fourth girl, a person that the Goddess would be revealed to them. Marcia wasn’t sure if Autumn was that girl, or if she would be a little fling before the caravan left. She didn’t even know if Autumn planned to stay or go, but Marcia had her own feelings on the matter and hoped the girl would stick around.
Wishful thinking, she thought to herself as Bree began asking Ramona if they should set up a new ward for the night. Ramona declined, telling the witch that the guard could be posted for one more night, not to waste her energy after focusing so much of it on their wellbeing.
“Ramona, what are your plans with Tirron tonight?” Marcia broached the next silence, making the woman blush and shrug.
“I hadn’t really given it much thought besides.. You know, the deed.” Ramona giggled and the rest joined in. Marcia tapped her lips with a thoughtful look.
“Maybe we should have a little spa day. Bree and I know this nice place in the village. Who’s in?” Marcia suggested and the others latched on to the idea immediately. The girls filed out of the cart and they found the men standing at the edge of the clearing. Ramona darted over, filling Harvey and Tirron in before they headed into town.
Marcia could see Tirron’s eyes dwelling on them as they walked back towards the village and she grinned, telling Autumn that the man was watching her. Autumn blushed, but couldn’t keep the swing out of her hips.
The spa was relaxing, first the four of them undressed in a small locker room. It was interesting to see Ramona and Autumn naked. Ramona’s blonde hair was long and wavy, her body was curvy and her belly was chubby, clearly from childbirth. Her breasts were large and heavy, her nipples a dark tan and wide. The blonde hair above her sex was curly and wild and she mentioned wanting to get a little wax and shave to clean up down there before Tirron saw it.
Autumn, by contrast, had short shoulder-length blonde hair and a petite figure. Her hips were wide and by extension, had a cute plump butt. Her waist was thin and her breasts were tiny compared to Ramona, but were perky with a cute little pink nipple and areola. The hair above her pussy was short and thin, but it was clear she hadn’t shaved in a bit.
The girls put towels around their forms and went into the sauna. It was a cramped little room with wooden benches, but no one seemed embarrassed to sit shoulder to shoulder. Afterward, they took showers and had the opportunity to shave, the girls helping each other. Marcia loved the opportunity to help Autumn trim her sex, though they were still set up for waxes later in the day.
But their legs, underarms, and every other nook were shaved bare. After drying off, they were escorted in with some lovely elven women who were extremely good with their hands, giving full body massages. It rivaled Tirron’s in relaxation, but had nothing on his teasing hands and the way he worked her up so thoroughly.
Next, dressed in soft downy robes, they had a big lunch. Salads, pasta, plenty of bread, and a load of speciality appetizers later, they were taken in and put into chairs to get facials, haircuts, and got their nails done. Lately came the waxes. Ramona went first, getting her lips waxed, while she kept the majority of the bush on her mound.
Bree went up next, getting the full treatment, her sex ending up soft and bare. Autumn got the full treatment as well and she looked delicious by the time the elf was done with her. Marcia went last, getting her lips down and only left a tiny strip of hair on her mound.
As the girls emerged into the afternoon sun, they were beyond relaxed and felt amazing, with painted nails, new haircuts, and a dampness between their legs from anticipation for the evening.
They found a clothing shop and got entirely new outfits, Bree treating them all without complaint, since Marcia paid for the spa treatment. By the time they headed back towards the gates, the men were returning to town as well.
Ramona wore a long thin dress with a corset underneath that hugged her curves. The dress itself was almost completely translucent, showing her arms, shoulders, cleavage, thighs and legs in great detail. Her hair was loose over each shoulder and she had the upper portion temporarily dyed to be light brown.
Autumn had on a short thigh-length purple dress that exposed her shoulders and upper arms. It hugged her thin form and was topped off by her hair forming a frame around her cute face. A heavy silver pendant hung down her neck and settled on top of her dress between her breasts.
Bree wore a long shoulderless black tunic that resembled Autumn’s dress in shape at the top, but went all the way down to her ankles and had thin cuts along each side that exposed the skin of her sides, her hips, and her thighs. Her hair was settled on top of her head in a curly updo.
Lastly, Marcia went in a different direction with her outfit. She chose a white top that had ruffles from each shoulder down flowing down over one another and exposed most of her belly and collar bone. Her pants saw low on her hips and were black with bright star shapes in random spots. Her hair hung down her back in a tight intricate braid and a light black necklace that hung down to her cleavage, drawing eyes down to it.
Tirron didn’t know where to look, his mouth agape as he looked between the four girls that posed for his benefit. Harvey was staring at his wife hungrily, eyeing her curvy form and was quite visibly aroused. She sauntered up to him, grinning as she stared into his eyes. Autumn was the first to dart towards Tirron and grabbed his hand as she twirled playfully up to him.
“What do you think?” She giggled and he shook his head, grabbed the girl by her hips as he lifted her easily and checked her out.
“You are beautiful, sweet girl. May I?” He asked with burning eyes, his lust seeming to grow brighter within him second by second. Marcia felt it in her belly, a deep warmth that pleased her. Bree took Marcia’s arm and they came up to the pair as Autumn trailed his gaze to her lips and she nodded slowly. Tirron brought her closer and her arms wrapped around his neck as their lips met.
It was like a fire lit in the area, getting so hot as Marcia watched her mate kiss another girl for only the second time, the first being Bree. Internally, it triggered no jealousy and made her squeeze her legs together harder than ever.
They kissed for just a moment, a lovely first kiss, followed by their foreheads pressed together as they stared into each other’s eyes. If Marcia was unsure about Autumn’s place before, she knew it was with them now. She couldn’t deny the feeling within her, a sign that their bond accepted her as it did Bree.
Ramona was faced towards them now, leaning back as Harvey’s hands lay on her curvy sides. Tirron planted Autumn’s feet on the ground, licking his lips as he looked at his other two main girls.
“You all look so good. I’m in awe.” Tirron growled as Autumn leaned against the man and pressed her face to his chest. Bree nudged Marcia forward and she prodded up to her lover with a smile.
“All this for you, baby.” Marcia cooed as he pulled her close and sandwiched Autumn between them. The girl between them made a squeaking sound as Tirron gripped Marcia’s neck and pulled her in for a deep kiss.
“Don’t know what I did to deserve it.” He murmured against her lips. Ramona slipped up to them, turning Tirron’s head as she looked into his deep eyes.
“You risked your life. For all of us. I don’t even think offering ourselves to you is enough.” The woman’s voice came husky as Marcia took Autumn into her arms and gently pulled them away from the two. Tirron glanced over Ramona’s shoulder to see Harvey smirking at him. Harvey nodded and gave him a get it over with motion.
“Are you sure about this?” Tirron asked in a low groaning voice as Ramona melded herself to his form, her head tilted up towards his. Tirron’s hands gripped her plump sides and she nodded.
“No turning back. This will be our first and last night.” Ramona sighed happily and then their lips met. Where Marcia felt their bond trigger when he kissed Autumn, it only twanged softly when he kissed Ramona. It wasn’t nearly so erotic, but it wasn’t unhappy or jealous. But she wasn’t meant to be part of their bond and the magic knew it, but didn’t object to her affection.
Still, it brought a smile to Marcia’s face and she was excited to spend her night with Bree and Autumn, wondering what Tirron would be up to with the mature woman.
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