# Part Sixteen: Please..
***Ramona Drumwind***
Walking away from the group of girls and her own husband with Tirron next to her was a heady feeling. By now, he’d probably experienced many pleasures of life with just Marcia and Bree, let alone adding Autumn to the mix if she decided to stay with them. And Autumn had told her when she was very drunk that she didn’t know if she could leave Pitrin’s grave behind yet.
Tirron’s hand intertwined with hers was intoxicating, making her thighs even wetter than they’d been before. His hand was larger than Harvey’s and stronger too. But the difference wasn’t what made her want Tirron. It was the energy that seemed to shed off of him whenever they were in the same area.
She felt it more intensely when Marcia and the other girls were near, telling her how much more compatible their souls were, how much more he’d need them in the coming days, months, and years. It filled her with happiness to know that he’d be well taken care of, but she intended to enjoy her single night with him.
They headed up to the inn, Harvey heading back to the caravan to do guard duty. The girls would be headed back to Bree’s house. Downstairs, Ramona spoke to the barkeep briefly, asking that a dinner be sent up to their room soon. It only took a single gold piece to convince her to add in a lovely candle and some wine along with the dinner.
As Ramona climbed up the stairs and led the way to the room, she felt his eyes watching her, admiring her. A glance over her shoulder as she unlocked the door confirmed her suspicions, his eyes were glued to her ass.
“So I know we’ve flirted for.. A while. But why did you finally decide to do this?” Tirron asked as they walked in and she closed the door behind him. The way his eyes watched her was something closer to a predator than a guest, but it thrilled Ramona.
“Well, we were attacked. Sure, we’d had a few rough moments here and there.. But that was serious shit. And you saved all of us. Even if Marcia had to bail you out, without you there the Priestess bitch would have wrecked a lot more havoc.” Ramona explained as she stepped up to Tirron and ran a hand up his armored chest. As she began unstrapping it, Tirron let her and it fell to the floor next to the door. Soon, he was only wearing his regular clothes, a regular pair of black pants, a worn-out dark gray shirt, and his boots.
“I’ve got to say, this is a strange reward for what amounted to doing the job your Husband hired me for.” Tirron chuckled as his hands slid onto each side of her neck and angled her head up as his lips came down and roughly kissed hers. It was like pleasure bloomed into the depths over her as he licked her lips, their tongues met.
And then a knock came on the door and it was the barmaid bringing up the supplies on a small rolling cart. Ramona let her in and helped set up the dinner, candle, and wine on the small table in the corner. It wasn’t much room, but Tirron didn’t seem to mind as he sat on the edge of the bed and smirked at her.
Soon, the sun was low in the sky, the sunset shining across the horizon in the window that illuminated their dinner. They sat on opposite sides and talked about various things as they ate and drank and relaxed in each other’s presence. Naturally, the conversation led to the caravan leaving tomorrow.
“Where are you guys headed next?” Tirron asked after they polished off their second glasses of wine. Ramona’s eyes drifted out of the window to see the slowly darkening sky.
“Topin first, dropping off some silks. And then Reklet afterward to drop off some speciality supplies and resupply for the long journey up to Coville in Rabrey.” Ramona sighed, turning her eyes back to the man.
“I hear Coville is a beautiful place, at least.” Tirron offered, his lips frowning. She could sense his tension. He still felt a little guilty about leaving them.
“It is. I’ve been there once. I’m hoping Harvey will let us take a week’s vacation, but no promises there..” Ramona watched the way his gaze went out the window and in the direction of Bree’s large house hidden behind the trees.
“It’s hard to believe that if those Orks hadn’t.. That I’d be going there with you. I’ve spent my entire life on the road, in one way or another. My parents never liked to settle down and after they died, I just went my own way. It’s.. weird to think of settling down.” Tirron’s frown was strong and she felt the pull of his energy as he felt something upsetting deep inside.
Ramona stood up and went around to his side, nudging him a little and in response, he shifted the chair out from the table enough for her to straddle his lap, her dress bunched up between their bodies. His hands gripped her hips and her arms went around his neck.
“It’s time for you to settle down. I am glad that it happened, even if we lost some that were dear to us. Marcia is the one for you, a once in a lifetime meeting that made everything fall into place for your life. If you hadn’t met your soulmate, I’d never be here with you.” Ramona sighed as his hands explored her sides and down to her bottom, gripping her body closer against his.
“As if you wouldn’t have given into the flirting at some point.” Tirron grinned as he kissed up her cleavage to her neck, biting softly into her flesh. Ramona let out a moan, tilting her head back and to the side as she gave him better access to her favorite spot. His tongue slid around the area and up to the area right behind her ear, making her gasp and buck her hips against his.
“But then Harvey might be angry, he pretty much gave into my begging because of what you did for us.” Ramona said breathlessly, his teeth biting marks down her neck to her collar bone. Tirron chuckled against her skin.
“Somehow I can’t picture you on your knees begging for anything.” He teased as his lips kissed gently back up the line of bites and he suckled softly on her earlobe, making another breathless moan escape her lips.
“Is that so?” Ramona murmured and she pushed out of his lap and knelt between his legs, biting her lips as she batted her eyelashes up at him. Tirron’s eyes were wide, but focused and willing. Ramona’s hands pressed at the bulge in his pants and she let her mouth fall open wide, showing him her tongue for a moment.
“Please, please let me have it..” Ramona moaned, sliding her fingers up to the waistband of his pants and tugging gently. “Please.. I want you..” Her voice trembled, making him tense up with need. Tirron shook his head, sliding his fingers into her loose hair and gripped it as he angled her face up to his.
“Not good enough, baby.” He growled teasingly, making Ramona gap at him. The motion prompted his fingers to move forward and he pushed this thumb into her lips and press against her tongue. She closed her lips around the digit and licked around the tip of it. “Better..” He groaned as she suckled on it and batted her eyelashes at him again. His thumb slid back and wiped her saliva against her lips, his eyebrow raised.
“Please.. Daddy.. I’m yours!” She moaned and the word clearly triggered him as his teasing look melted into need. Her hands squeezed his thighs and a groan escaped his lips. “My kitty is so wet for you..” Ramona sighed into his hand as it brushed over her cheek and she barely noticed the quick nod he gave.
Ramona wasted no time, but made her actions deliberate as she ran her hands up his length and then split to each side of his pants. His hips shifted a little and she tugged the fabric down and to his knees then ankles then off, revealing his swollen member. Her hands came back up, one of them hefting his thick balls and the other sliding up his length as she took him in hand.
“That’s it, baby..” Tirron groaned as her fingers slid over the head and spread his oozing precum down around the rim, then made a circle with her thumb and pointer finger, slowly sliding up and down the same slick area. She slowly massaged his balls as she stroked his head, an action that normally brought Harvey to his breaking point. But while Tirron clearly enjoyed it, his eyes were still focused on hers and wanted to see what she would do.
Ramona leaned forward and let out a breath on the tip, then gathered saliva at the front of her mouth. She looked up at him with a teasing look, then angled her mouth over his member and let the drool leak down on his head as she stroked her o-shaped fingers on his head and spread the slick fluid over his most sensitive parts.
“Goddess..” Tirron groaned, his head leaning back as she began to stroke him faster and more intently. She smirked as she saw his eyes close and a look of pleasure take over his normally stoic features. When he seemingly least expected it, she pressed her mouth down to where her fingers held his cock steady and ran her tongue around the rim of his head.
A jerky gasp escaped his lips and she enjoyed the sound as it spurred her mouth to take more of him, she slid her mouth and fingers down his length until she hit the back of her throat. She took a breath in through her nose and swallowed and pushed further, feeling him pierce her throat. He was larger than her husband by far, making it tricky. But it seemed to push him over the edge and he let out a deep groan that made her thighs shake.
“Fuck, Ramona..” His voice came shaky and she began the slow process of moving her lips back up to his tip and she gasped as his cock came out of her mouth. His eyes were boring holes into hers and she let her lips stay parted as she drooled a little bit.
“Did you like that.. Daddy?” She moaned before she pressed her lips back to the head and ran a tongue around the rim.
“Yes, baby..” Tirron groaned and then her mouth came down and she took him completely within her mouth and throat once more, then twice, then she was steadily giving him a sloppy blowjob that left his cock pulsing with pleasure and his lips groaning steadily. When she came up for hair once more, his hands gripped her hair roughly and angled her head up. He bent down and licked around her lips and pushed his tongue into her mouth, meeting hers. She moaned as he sat back up and let go of her hair.
“Bed.” He said firmly and she scrambled to her feet as he stood up and stripped completely, by the time she made it over to the bed, he gripped her hips from behind and he was pressed to her bottom, his long cock pressing against her dress.
“I’m yours..” She moaned as his hands began to systematically figure out how to strip the dress off of her form. It was entertaining and she didn’t help him, but within a few moments she was naked. His hands roughly pushed her upper half into the high bed and she moaned as she felt him spread her legs, his hands holding her hips as she pushed her ass into the air.
And then she felt him, the hard member still slick with her saliva. He was at her entrance and teased her lips with the tip before slowly pressing into her. It was the thickest cock she’d ever taken and she felt the way he stretched her. He was gentle, but insistent, needy, but loving. It was the duality of his personality.
“Fuck me, Tirron!” She cried as she felt him sink completely into her and wait. His hands roamed her body, as if he didn’t hear her. He groped her ass, rubbed her hips, grabbed the curves of her belly, ran down to her thighs, but finally one of them gripped her side and the other pushed under her and rubbed at her mound, fingers brushing through her trimmed hair down to her bare lips. He was still motionless inside of her, but she could feel his burning hot cock in her depths.
“Please daddy!” Ramona moaned helplessly as his fingers delved into her slick lips and ran a gentle finger around her aching clit, driving her towards the edge with the simplest of his touches. He chuckled as he pressed his free hand to the lowest point in her back, right above her asscheeks. He began to slide out of her and then back into her, thrusting harder with each movement.
His deliberate motions coupled with his skilled fingers brought her to an easy orgasm, her legs quivering and barely keeping her upright as she soaked herself and his cock thoroughly. His hand pulled out of her nethers and both of them gripped her hips as he helped keep her upright. Just when her orgasm began to wane, his cock began thrusting harder and faster, building her up steadily. Her pleasure was a vast hill that rose upward with each thrust, with each movement of his thick member into her.
“Please.. Please..” She murmured over and over, his voice a steady stream of moans and strange sounds of pleasure as he used her soaked hole, his pace hard and fast.
“I’m almost there, baby girl. Just hold on a little longer.” Tirron growled and she felt her orgasm begin to blossom in her core as he worked her up towards the apex of the hill. She struggled not to scream, struggled not to fall, struggled not to cum before he was squirting into her.
Luckily she didn’t have to wait for long, but still managed to fail at her goal. As he groaned, his cock began to twitch inside of it and it wilted all of her self-control, her orgasm coming hard like a tornado within her. She could barely focus through the pleasure as his cock began to pulse hard within her, filling her with his hot seed.
It was utterly satisfying and Ramona felt her knees begin to buckle under the strain, but Tirron held her up with his overwhelming strength, keeping her up until his orgasm began to taper off and he was spent inside of her. She could barely think as he lifted her and set her gently in bed, sliding up next to her as he showered her face with kisses.
“That’s my girl.” Tirron murmured as he brushed her hair back with his hands and angled her face up, their lips meeting as they shared a tenderness that Ramona’s never had with anyone except Harvey.
“I’ll treasure this moment for the rest of my life.” Ramona sighed as she nuzzled her face against his neck and she felt his happiness in the way his hands brushed her skin. Before she could listen for a response, exhaustion caught up with her and she was asleep in Tirron’s arms.
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# Part Seventeen: I Want To Stay
***Autumn Bizbee***
Bree’s house was almost intimidating, a large black building surrounded by trees. The sound of the river rushing by outside was low, the sound of Bree and Marcia’s laughter was much more welcome. Her mind was already buzzing as the three of them sat in Bree’s bright kitchen, an utter contrast to the rest of the dark house with bright yellow walls and a white floor.
The alcohol was flowing freely, a bright blue fruity liquor that tasted so smoothly that Autumn was on her second tumbler before she felt the buzz in her mind. Her mind played back her kiss with Tirron over and over, each thought sending more fuzzy feelings down to her core. The feeling that surrounded them before the kiss that solidified within her when their lips met was one of utter intoxication.
It was energy within her, something she so rarely felt, energy that filled her with power. She felt the distance between them now acutely, her belly stirring as she felt a deep desire for him. And with her mind so fuzzy, she could only imagine what that desire would lead to after he returned to his side.
She felt guilty, though, finding a lover so soon after Pitrin died. But in the quiet moments in their cart, Pitrin would tell her all of his feelings and he had a deep admiration for Tirron. He’d be willing to follow the man to his death, a thought that nearly brought Autumn to tears thinking of her dead lover.
He’d died in the defense of her, of Tirron, of the entire caravan and Autumn had shed countless tears for him in the days since the attack. Now, this was a time of happiness in the aftermath of such sadness.
“Here you go, baby girl.” Marcia’s soft voice brought Autumn out of her thoughts. A plate of baked chicken with plenty of veggies, mashed potatoes, and some tasty looking bread rolls.
“Thank you!” Autumn smiled as Marcia leaned over and planted a kiss on the girl’s cheek. Already, Autumn was getting used to the affection the two girls shared freely. She felt a deep connection to the two of them, Marcia had explained it briefly as something to do with the bond that Marcia shared with Tirron.
“So where are you from, darling?” Bree asked, her accent flowing into Autumn’s ears like a melody. Autumn munched idly on the roll before responding.
“I’m from the kingdom north of here, Rabrey. A place in Taremun called Tornol. It’s a tiny mining village. There wasn’t much there and I traveled with a little entertainment group, bards and stuff. I met Harvey and them overseas in Vatis.” Autumn explained as the girls sat in rapt attention.
“I’ve been up to Coville a couple times to commune with some of Rhiannon’s followers.” Bree commented during the pause. “Are you gonna head back that way with them? One of the men mentioned Coville a couple days ago.” The question made Autumn’s mind turn and her stomach clench up. Did she still even want to continue with them?
The connections she made with Tirron, with Marcia, and with Bree seemed so strong and she wanted to see where they led. And Pitrin’s grave was here, she vaguely remembered telling Ramona in a drunken haze that she didn’t want to leave him yet.
“I.. don’t think so. I’m not sure what to do anymore..” Autumn murmured softly, frowning as she pushed a small chunk of chicken around the plate. She looked up in time to see a significant look pass between Marcia and Bree, making Autumn tilt her head.
“Well, you are welcome to stay here as long as you want.” Bree offered, her brown eyes meeting Autumn’s baby blues. Autumn’s heart throbbed and tears flowed to her eyes.
“You have the same offer from me. My house is pretty tiny, but you’d be welcome to my bed just as Tirron is. I’m sure he’d love for you to stay.” Marcia smiled and Autumn wasn’t able to quell her tears as they overflowed her eyes and ran her dark makeup down her cheeks. Both girls got up in one motion and came around, wrapping Autumn in a sweet embrace.
“It’s okay, my love. Don’t make a decision now, but think about it.” Marcia’s voice came in her ear and Autumn turned towards the human girl, wrapping her arms around her waist as she pressed her face against her shoulder.
“You two are so amazing!” Autumn cried harder, her emotions all jumbled together. Bree’s hands came up to Autumn’s shoulders and massaged her bare shoulders. Marcia’s hands gently held Autumn’s sides and rubbed softly.
“Hush now.” Bree’s voice came as she pressed her lips to the girl’s shoulder and sent a shiver of delight down her spine. Marcia giggled at the sound that escaped Autumn’s throat. She grabbed a towel and angled Autumn’s face up and softly wiped off the smeared makeup down her cheeks.
“Let’s finish eating and then we’ll head upstairs and get a little more comfortable, okay?” Marcia asked softly, pressing her palm to Autumn’s cheek. She stared up into Marcia’s lovely green eyes and nodded, but kept her arms around Marcia when she went to pull away. “What is it, baby?” Marcia asked playfully as she brushed a strand of Autumn’s hair back.
“Baby.” Autumn cooed in a soft voice, feeling so many confusing things among the buzz of alcohol that seemed to guide her actions. She felt childish in the back of her head, but Marcia didn’t seem to mind as she doted on the blonde girl while Bree went back to her chair. Autumn couldn’t see her pleased smile as Marcia bent forward, her lips a moment away from Autumn’s.
“You want a kiss?” Marcia asked, her hand at the base of Autumn’s throat. She shivered with delight and nodded slightly, Marcia’s face shifting forward to touch their lips. It felt so good, Marcia’s soft lips against hers. They were a little thicker and more practiced, seemingly uninhibited by the buzz that permeated Autumn and made her own movements feel sloppy.
“That’s my good girl. Eat your dinner now.” Marcia insisted as their kiss broke away and Marcia slipped from her arms, returning to her seat. An amused smile passed from Bree to her and Autumn went back to her food with one more good thought to add to her collection.
Conversation passed between the two women as Autumn focused on her food and the thoughts that filtered into her mind through the haze. She wanted to stay. It was a thrilling thought and she’d have a place in a world that seemed to have no place for her except in Pitrin’s arms. He was the first to make her feel alive in a way she’d never felt.
He was so full of love, so full of emotion that when they were alone it seemed to flow out in each of his words and actions. And while she missed him, the hole that his death left in her heart would be healed over by the love and care from these girls, from Tirron. From finding a place to call home that she didn’t have since she left Tornol.
“Come on, sweetie.” Bree murmured to her from right beside her. Autumn didn’t even notice her movement, nor that Marcia was not in the room anymore. Autumn stood, shaky for a moment as Bree helped her with a steady hand. “You okay there?”
“Yes!” Autumn giggled as she stretched her legs one by one and smiled at Bree, who met her smile with one of knowing. Bree guided her by the hand up the stairs, a steadying force as the buzz slowly let go of it’s grip on her mind.
“So this is my bedroom.” Bree waved as she entered the room at the end of the hallway at the head of the stairs. It was an amazing room with dark purple walls, floors of plush carpet, furniture made of dark wood. The bed was unmade with silky black sheets and fluffy pillows of various colors.
After letting the girl’s eyes wander around the room, Bree pulled Autumn toward the bathroom to find Marcia there, wiping the makeup off of her face with a white cloth. She was half nude, wearing only a bright pair of pink panties and a lacy bra. Autumn hadn’t noticed the woman pick it out earlier, but it fit her personality perfectly.
Bree nudged her towards the mirror as she began disrobing as well, leaving herself in a lacy white pair of panties and nothing else. Autumn’s eyes didn’t know where to look, the two gorgeous women making her shiver with need.
“Come on, babe.” Marcia giggled, grabbing a clean cloth as she began to wipe at Autumn’s face and the rest of the makeup. It didn’t take long as Autumn let the woman do as she pleased. It was like a deep submissiveness took over her body. Even Pitrin didn’t make her feel that way, as he enjoyed when she took what she wanted.
But right now, she didn’t know what she wanted beyond the sense of desire that filled her. Luckily, Marcia and Bree seemed to have a better idea than her. Bree came up behind her as Autumn watched them in the mirror and her fingers peeled Autumn’s dress down, Marcia’s steady hands guiding the sleeves down and off of her hands. Her dress fell to the floor in a pile around her feet and she was left in her lacy black panties that she took ten minutes to pick out in the shop.
Her small pale breasts and puffy pink nipples were exposed to the cool air of the house. Bree’s hands slid up her belly from behind her, while Marcia’s body shifted forward. Their lips met as the elven woman’s hands cupped her breasts. The touch was soft, but insistent, Marcia’s lips pressed open, prompting Autumn to open her own to allow entry as Bree’s fingers roamed the girl’s breasts, sliding slow circles on her areola.
“You know, it’s not fair that you get all the kisses, babe.” Bree giggled as her hands went down Autumn’s belly and rubbed above her panties. Marcia pulled away with a roll of her eyes, leaving Autumn breathing harder as the dark-haired woman angled Autumn’s head to the side. Bree shifted and their lips met over the girl’s shoulder. Where Marcia’s lips were slow and guiding, Bree’s were needy and dominant. Bree’s tongue pushed into her lips and Autumn moaned against her mouth as Marcia’s hands wrapped around her and groped her pert bottom.
“Do you want to do this, Autumn?” Marcia asked in a soft voice as Bree let go of her. The blonde watched Bree’s eyes linger on Autumn’s ass as she sauntered out of the room and laid in bed on top of the plush blanket. Autumn’s eyes came back to Marcia’s and the woman seemed to be serious, her piercing green eyes seemed to be leagues deep.
“I.. Yes.. I’ve never been with a girl before, let alone two. But yes, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more..” Autumn sighed as Marcia’s hands touched her cheeks.
“We’re here for you, baby girl. If you want to stop at any point, if you get too emotional or anything, just let us know. But if you walk into that bedroom, we are lavishing you with attention and giving you all of the love you deserve.” Marcia’s voice was insistent, pouring such affection through her that Autumn couldn’t do anything except nod.
Marcia smiled at her, planting a kiss on the tip of the girl’s nose, then she turned and followed Bree into the bed. Autumn’s feet were frozen, as much as she wanted to join them. Marcia went into Bree’s grasp and laid on her back as their lips met and Bree’s hand went down between Marcia’s legs, rubbing at her panties. Bree’s lips moved lower on Marcia, taking a nipple in between her lips as the woman moaned.
Autumn admired their breasts, Marcia’s were a handful, while Bree’s were much larger and only a bit paler than her dark tan skin. Neither of the girls seem inclined to rush Autumn as her mind raced. It was only a few steps to the bed, it would be a quick action. But as much as the two girls led her actions for most of the day, this had to be her decision.
Not necessarily a hard decision to make, but Autumn was enthralled by watching the girls. Bree’s lips kissed lower and lower, her fingers sliding Marcia’s panties down and off. They were tossed in her direction, the pink crotch of them dark and soaking wet. An amazing smell filled the air, delicious sex.
Bree’s face disappeared between Marcia’s thighs and Autumn trembled with deep desire as Marcia’s lips opened and glorious moans escaped her lips. She couldn’t believe it, she was watching a girl being eaten out, her pussy licked very relentlessly. Marcia’s hands gripped the bed and her legs writhed as Bree’s hands held her hips still. Autumn could hear the sounds of licking from where she stood, two body lengths away from the intimate act.
Marcia’s head turned toward her and Autumn felt the pleasure deep in her core, faint, but still there. Her eyes were glazed over, but clearly watching her. Her lips parted and pleasure written on every feature of her face, her brows high on her forehead, her cheeks blushed a deep red.
“I’m cumming, baby!” Marcia’s high voice moaned out desperately and it was only the way Marcia’s hand seemed to reach for her that finally unfroze Autumn’s feet. She prodded over just as Marcia hit her peak and began cumming. Autumn jumped into the bed and their lips met insistently, Marcia’s moans coming against Autumn’s mouth as they made out furiously, the blonde’s ass in the air as she leaned over Marcia.
Hands captured Autumn from behind and dragged her panties down without hesitation. Bree brought those panties down to her knees and one leg at a time, pulled them down and off, leaving her presenting her bare sex to the elven woman. Bree was clearly the dominant as she ran her hand up Autumn’s thighs and against her soaked sex.
“That’s my good girl, so wet for mommy.” Bree’s voice came as she slid her fingers over Autumn’s lips, then pressed a thin finger into her. Autumn broke the kiss, gasping as the woman began to massage the inside of her pussy, hitting a spot that nearly drove her to fall over, but Marcia held her and murmured gentle words to her that Autumn couldn’t focus on.
Bree’s other hand came up to her clit and rubbed slow circles as she rubbed inside of her at nearly the same spot. Pleasure rose up intensely within her and she couldn’t hold it back as if it was a tidal wave coming from the sea of her soul.
“Cum for us, baby.” Marcia told her and she did, Autumn came hard under Bree’s skilled hands and time seemed to wash away in the pleasure, all thoughts flushed from her mind.
When she returned to the world, she was laying between the two girls on her back, feeling two hands exploring her torso, sliding over her breasts, rubbing her belly, teasing down her hairless mound.
“Goddess, I don’t deserve this.” Autumn’s words spilled out of her as she shivered from the touches. Bree giggled as Marcia’s hand came up to turn Autumn’s face toward her.
“Yes, you do. You are a precious girl, so full of love and emotion. Pitrin would not have you wallow in your guilt. He would encourage you to live and love and enjoy every moment of life.” Marcia’s voice was soft, but serious.
“Really?” Autumn asked, shocked that the girl hit on all of her worries, all of her anxieties. Marcia nodded as she traced over the girl’s lips with her finger tips.
“I am positive. We do not remember the dead because of misplaced guilt, we remember them because they were important to us. And we keep living every single day, in spite of any pain we feel, because we still have life left to live.” Marcia murmured, kissing the girl’s nose once more, then each cheek.
“I.. want to stay. I want to be here, with you,” Autumn shifted her head around to look at Bree, the woman’s intense brown eyes, “with you. And with Tirron.” She sighed as she looked at the window towards the night sky.
“I think Pitrin would love that.” Marcia murmured as she laid her head against Autumn’s shoulder. Thinking back over all the conversations, all of her memories with the man, she couldn’t find a single word to contradict that. Instead, she remembered a very emotional conversation that happened soon after their first time and immediately after a battle with some bandits.
They laid in the cart that Pitrin chose as his, which was mostly full of supplies to be sold except for a small cot in the back that was hidden from view. Pitrin laid on his back, nude, as Autumn was bandaging a wound on his chest. She was dressed in only an old pair of panties and an ill-fitting bra that was the last thing she had clean to put on after he bled on her in the aftermath of being attacked.
“I can’t believe that you took on three of them, Pit!” Autumn complained. The man just laughed at her, rubbing his hands up her sides. Autumn frowned at him and pressed a little too hard on the bandage, making him wince.
“I’m fine, babe. I didn’t die, Tirron was there and he was murdering them left and right.” Pitrin replied a little more seriously, seeing how upset she was getting. She’d already cried while cleaning him up, but now she was left draining and worried.
“Tirron, the big demon guy?” Autumn frowned, remembering the tall guy that towered over even Pit. He had horns that poked out of his head, almost like a bull’s horns, and was built in a way few men were. His long hair was perpetually messy and haphazardly braided. She’d never really spoken to him, though, he was handsome but utterly intimidating.
“Yep. Demonborn,” he corrected, making Autumn scowl at him, “He is the best man I know. If I’d died, he would make sure you were safe. He is a big softie, as much as he puts up a wall against people.” Pitrin had a far off look in his eyes that Autumn admired for a second, but the thought of him dying was devastating.
“You can’t die, though! I don’t know what I would do..” Autumn murmured as tears sprung to her eyes anew. Pitrin gripped the girl and brought her down to lay on him, brushing her hair softly.
“Like I said, Tirron would help take care of you. He might be a little awkward sometimes, but just know that if you ever need anything, even if I’m alive, he’ll be there to help you. I love you, Autumn. I don’t plan on dying, but with you in my arms, I can die a happy man.” Pitrin murmured into her ears and it only made her cry harder. He calmed her down over the next several minutes and she was left tired.
“Tell me about him, Pit.” Autumn whispered and Pitrin spun tales of Tirron’s adventures, the way he slaughtered without a second thought to protect those he cared for, the way he brought an injured dog to Ramona to fix up it’s leg, the way he cut Pit off from drinking after he’d spent a little too much, the way he gave Harvey good advice on when to stop for the day, saving them from an ambush by some goblins, the way he saved some of the children from a river when a storm washed them away.
Autumn went to sleep that night, dreaming of the man named Tirron. It made her feel guilty when she woke up the next day, but a quick fuck with Pitrin before he went about his duties made her forget the memory entirely.
“You look deep in thought, baby.” Marcia’s voice brought her back to the present and Autumn giggled as she looked at Marcia’s curious look.
“I just remember something that happened with Pitrin. He was telling me about Tirron after he almost died in a battle. He told me Tirron would take care of me if anything ever happened to him.” Autumn explained, Marcia listened patiently with a smile on her lips.
“Pit went on to gush about all the stuff Tirron did, saved a puppy with a broken leg, stopped Pit from overdrinking, helped save some kids from a river, stuff like that. I fell asleep and uhh.. I had a sex dream about Tirron.” Autumn blushed, but Marcia giggled and nodded as if she’d had a few dreams like that.
“Can’t blame you there. Do you think Pitrin knew?” The woman asked, Autumn glanced over to see Bree sleeping softly on her other side. Autumn wondered how long she’d been lost in thought, but wished the woman stayed up long enough to get her own pleasure.
“I.. think so. I woke him up with sex and he seemed pretty happy, asking what brought it on since we’d only done it once before then. I just blushed and he let it go, but made it a point to bring me around Tirron more often.” Autumn bit her lip as she considered Pitrin being perfectly happy if she had sex with Tirron.
“I think Tirron would like to hear about that, as much as it’ll pump his massive ego up.” Marcia giggled, shifting Autumn’s head back to face her and pressed their lips together softly.
“Tell me.. About Tirron.” Autumn murmured as she snuggled up to Marcia’s body, the woman wrapped him in a warm hug.
“He is an amazing man..” Marcia began and slowly, Autumn fell asleep as she listened to Marcia’s loving words. She felt her mind drift away into a dream, even as she could still hear her lover’s voice. A dream of Tirron, his scarred body, his handsome face, his strong hands, taking what he wanted from her and giving her love and care in return. She dreamed of Pitrin’s spirit watching her, watching them, approving with a smile. She dreamed of a life with Tirron, with Marcia, with Bree. It was happiness and that’s all she felt as she sank deeper into sleep.
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