Merrie woke up with a languished realization she was conscious. It wasn't because her master was awake, deep inside she knew Borias still slept. Without him needing her, she just relaxed and took a deep breath. The smell of pussy, women, and bodies surrounded her. It was the most natural of smells in her world now and she wondered if she would ever miss it.
She was surrounded on all sides, pressed down by soft breasts and firm bodies. Two smooth arms, both ending in stumps, rested against her pussy. Their presence brought the first hints of pleasure curling through her senses and she rocked her hips against them.
The others began to shift. Worried, Merrie reached out with her minds, but none of them were waking up. It was just their bodies and slumbering minds responding with the one thing that burned in their minds. The tiny moans sent another thrill across Merrie's senses. A breast was pressed to Merrie's mouth and she opened her lips automatically to suck on it. The nipple was soft at first, but grew quickly harder as she rolled it against her tongue.
The arm between her legs finally worked up enough moisture and it started to press against Merrie's entrance. She spread her knees, shivering at the sensation of her own amputated ends rubbing against female bodies and Seven's cock. The arm ground deeper and slid in like a cock, stretching her entrance with slow, torturous pleasure.
Merrie bucked against the arm as it worked deeper. It was like a cock as it filled her, stretching out her insides. She moaned and sucked harder on the nipple. She wanted to be filled and loved.
The arm worked in and out, first with small strokes but soon with deeper strokes. Her pussy grew hot around it as she felt the intoxicating mix of soft flesh and hard bone as it drove deep. She moaned and trembled with the effort not to thrash as the bitch got her full stride. The end of her lover's arm reached clear to her cervix and out again; tiny slurps and the smell of her own cut drifted through the press of bodies and Merrie smiled. It felt as good as the first time Sama fisted her.
Her eyes flew open as she felt a sob rise up. Sama was dead. The anguish was still raw and cut against her knife. Her lips parted as she found it suddenly hard to breath and the nipple slipped out. Its owner whimpered and tried to put it back, but Merrie didn't have the taste for pleasure anymore.
Panting, she squirmed away from the arm driving inside her. When she couldn't escape, she struggled faster and pulled herself off. With a gasp, she crawled out of the pile of naked bodies and tumbled to the floor. The stone was warm from the bitches' heat and she slumped against it, breathing hard as she tried not to cry.
Twenty-Eight crawled out of the pile after her. The bitch's arm was wet almost to her elbow and Merrie's pussy clenched at the memory.
Merrie looked at her and felt the tears beginning to burn. She shook her head and whimpered silently.
Twenty-Eight gave her a sad look, then crawled over. Her dark skin was almost black in the basement room. She slipped up against Merrie who tensed. But, Twenty-Eight didn't have sex on her mind, only comfort. Twenty-Eight wrapped her shortened arms and legs, both cropped to the elbow and knees, and held Merrie as tightly as she could.
Twenty-Eight's emotions were clear in Merrie's mind, she was sorry for Merrie. She grieved for Sama, but there wasn't as much of an emotional connection.
Merrie buried her head on Twenty-Eight's shoulder. She wrapped her own arms and legs around the soft body. She didn't project anything else, but just held Twenty-Eight and tried not to think of Sama.
Slowly, sleep came back.
(I have to pee so badly.) Twenty-Eight's thoughts woke Merrie up again. She shifted in Merrie's grip as her tail shivered with the sensations. In her thoughts, the sensation of a full bladder ignited Merrie's own body and soon Merrie had to pee herself.
Merrie opened her eyes to see Twenty-Eight looking around the room, obviously trying to figure out how to beg for the bathroom. With a smile, Merrie disentangled herself and got on her arms and knees.
Twenty-Eight watched with curiosity.
Gesturing for her to follow, Merrie crawled across the room and into Borias' room. She peeked over the bed where Borias was sprawled out on the large mattress. Cock Diver was between his legs, her arms cradling his half-hard cock and her legs curled up underneath her. She had a contented smile on her face.
Merrie smiled to herself and crawled on the bed. The soft mattress dented from her weight as she worked her way over to Cock Diver and Borias' cock. With a smile, she reached over and flicked the tip with her tongue.
Behind her, Twenty-Eight struggled to get on the bed. She blushed hotly as she crawled on with her shortened limbs and managed to perch herself on the edge of the bed before she crawled forward. The mattress shifted and dipped as she crawled around to the other side of Borias.
With a playful smile, Merrie slid her lips around the head of Borias' shaft, teasing it harder. She pulled off with a pop.
Twenty-Eight took his cock into her mouth. She slid down a little further before pulling it out.
Merrie took another stroke, then Twenty-Eight.
They managed to get halfway down the shaft before Borias stirred.
“No be fucking, it be too early,” he whispered a groan.
Twenty-Eight took his entire cock into his mouth, sliding it clear to the base. Her throat spasmed as the cock invaded her throat. She held it there for a moment before sliding it back up.
Borias groaned again. His hips lifted as she pulled out, a primal need for the wet heat.
“Two more hours,” he grumbled, his eyes still closed.
Twenty-Eight gave Merrie a questioning look.
Merrie sat back in a begging position, her wrists up against her collar and her legs spread wide apart. She waited until Twenty-Eight got into the same position, then let out a breathy, quiet bark.
Borias' eyes snapped open. Magic began to gather around him as he looked around in confusion. As his eyes met up with Merrie's, he relaxed.
“M-Merrie? What be wrong?”
Merrie almost answered, but then remembered Sable's words. She had to be a bitch and bitches don't talk. She squirmed her hips and panted softly. A whimper escaped her lips as she looked pointedly at the door.
Borias frowned, then over to Twenty-Eight who was doing the same thing. Realization dawned across his face. “You girls be needing to pee?”
Twenty-Eight barked almost desperately.
Between them, Cock Diver moaned and curled up tighter. Her tail curled over her pussy and nestled between the lips of her labia.
“Okay, okay, be quiet you two. I be taking you out.” Borias pulled his feet out from their bodies. Yawning, he shifted to the edge of the bed and stood up. He didn't bother with clothes and just headed for the door. “Come on, girls.”
Merrie admired his ass for a moment, then crawled off the bed. She wagged her tail and bounded after him as he walked past the sleeping bitches and opened the door to his private rooms. The stairs from the basement were quiet with just a hint of moisture. Hilfe's and Garcon's rooms were on the opposite side but no noise came out from the darkened door.
“No be waking others. It be late.”
Once they passed through, he closed the door behind them and walked up the stairs. At the front door, Borias reached down and grabbed both of their collars and held them lightly. He muttered something under his breath as they kept on crawling through.
Merrie felt a tickle of energy as they cross the threshold. She frowned and looked over her shoulder at the door, wondering what she felt.
“There be a ward on the threshold of all the doors. If a pretty girl like you two be going through it without a trainer, you be getting a shock. Well, the alphas can be taking you through in a pinch.”
She nodded and followed Twenty-Eight who was rushing for the bathroom area.
Twenty-Eight stopped only a meter into the soft, spongy area and spread her legs. With a sight of pleasure, she let herself go and a splatter of urine poured out into the ground. It puddled for a moment before soaking into the earth and mulch.
Merrie crawled a bit further into the area, smelling the delicate smells of wood and urine. She found her spot and did the same, enjoying the soft pleasure of peeing. As it flowed, she took a deep breath of the cool summer air. It was moist and teasing against her senses. Faint breezes teased against her naked skin, rolling against her breasts and bringing her nipples to an aching hardness.
She curled her tail tighter along her back, running the tip up the small of her back and almost to her shoulders. The movement forced her back to arch as she squeezed out the last of her urine with a sigh of pleasure.
Next to her, Twenty-Eight finished and held herself there, tail curled up, shortened legs braced on the ground. She looked up at Bass as the muscles in her legs tightened.
Borias smiled warmly. “You be expecting me to clean you like the boss does?”
Twenty-Eight's tail shook and she gave a whimper.
“Boss not be here. You got me and you got Merrie. Who you think going to be cleaning you up?”
Twenty-Eight peeked over to Merrie who felt a flush of excitement. There was a pleading in her look as she trembled.
Merrie gave a whispered bark. With droplets of her own urine still clinging to her pussy lips, Merrie crawled over and around. The smell of fresh urine teased her as she lowered her mouth to Twenty-Eight's pussy and breathed in a different scent, excitement.
After weeks of fucking, Merrie noticed that it took very little to turn on the bitches, including herself. Just the idea of what she was about to do brought a tint to Twenty-Eight's dark pussy and droplets of excitement mixed in with the urine.
Merrie projected love as she pressed her lips to Twenty-Eight's pussy and licked.
Twenty-Eight gasped as her arms went down, presenting herself.
Merrie took advantage of the access to lap from clitoris to asshole and back down. She worked her mouth tight against the hot sex, lapping deep to her core as she worked her tongue deep into Twenty-Eight's pussy.
As Twenty-Eight moaned louder, Borias let out a quizzical sound.
“Merrie, you be doing that again?”
Merrie looked up around Twenty-Eight's tail at Borias. She frowned and licked again, invoking a long moan of pleasure from Twenty-Eight.
“No, the thing with the collar.”
Merrie didn't know what he was talking about. She continued to lick until she felt Twenty-Eight coming, a bright star of pleasure against her senses. She slowed down as the tiny tremors took over the bitch's body, enjoying how the hot pussy clamped against her tongue or the way Twenty-Eight shoved back with the rush of pleasure.
When it was finally over, Merrie pulled back her glistening face and smiled.
“You be next, Merrie.”
Twenty-Eight's head snapped up, a look of trepidation on her face. She peeked over to Merrie.
Merrie smiled and sent out a pulse of encouragement, her emotions blurring with her own desire to feel Twenty-Eight's tongue against her sex.
“That. Merrie, you be doing that again.”
Merrie frowned and looked up at Borias. Confused, she gathered up her emotions until they were a strong point of energy, then pushed it out toward Twenty-Eight.
Twenty-Eight let out a shudder as the scent of her excitement doubled. She circled around Merrie in a rush and drove her face into Merrie's sex.
Moaning, Merrie presented herself and shuddered at the pleasure of being licked. Twenty-Eight was skilled, they all were now, and it didn't take long for Merrie's juices to soak her face.
A shadow crossed over Merrie as Borias knelt in front of her, one knee on each side. Merrie looked up at his cock, already hard, and reached out for it.
“No, no,” whispered Borias as he grabbed Merrie's iron collar. His grip was strong and he held her in place as Twenty-Eight lapped frantically, sucking and licking. “Okay, be doing the collar thing again.”
Gathering up her emotions once again, Merrie projected lust into Twenty-Eight. It felt like a sticky cloud of sunshine.
As it sank into Twenty-Eight's thoughts, the bitch grew more frantic as she licked harder, trying to cram her face into Merrie's pussy. Soft, slurping noises filled the air as she moaned into the wet hole.
Merrie inhaled sharply, looking up at Borias. Then, she felt the smooth tip of Twenty-Eight's arm drove into her pussy, plunging deep and filling her. Merrie let out a gasp and whimpered at the pleasure.
Twenty-Eight pumped into her, fisting her without a hand, and thrusting deep into Merrie's body. Every pound slammed against Merrie's cervix, sending a bolt of discomfort to mix in with the pleasure searing at her senses.
Over Borias' shoulder, Tabitha stepped out of the darkness.
Merrie jumped at the suddenness, her body trapped between Borias' hands on her collar and the arm driving into her pussy. The sensation of helplessness burst inside her and she came. A moment later, Twenty-Eight slammed into her as she let out a squeal of pleasure, her entire body locked up into an orgasm of her own.
“That,” Borias jumped at Tabitha's voice, “was magic. Did Merrie bond?”
“Tabby!” he gasped and dropped Merrie's collar. “No, no, I just be checking something.”
Without him holding her, Merrie lost her balance and slumped face-first into the ground. The smell of urine and mulch filled her nostrils, but she couldn't move as the orgasm tore through her. Her pussy clamped down on Twenty-Eight's arm, holding it in place as waves of ecstasy pounded into her.
Tabitha stepped back. She was wearing her simple top and the wrap-around skirt that did little to hide the bushy pubic hair between her legs. “Rendi will kill you if she finds you naked outside.”
Borias shrugged. “It be three in the morning. She be either sleeping or praying.”
Tabitha chuckled weakly and looked around.
Merrie, even through the haze of her afterglow, could tell there was something on the silfae's mind. There wasn't the usual crassness or anger in her face as she inspected the woods.
“Borias?”
“Aye?”
“Are you staying up?”
“Well, I be thinking these girls need fucking.”
“Let them fuck themselves. Can you…” Tabitha wrapped one arm around her other wrist and twisted. “Do you think…”
The smile on Borias' face froze in place. “Tabby?”
Tabitha turned on him, her eyes bright. “Can we just talk? Tonight? Alone?”
“Sure,” Borias said warily. “Let me put the girls in the room.”
“I need to check on Dixie. Meet me by the carved stump?”
“How be he?”
“He'll live.” An image flashed through Merrie's mind of a deer on the ground, torn apart and gasping for breath. One leg was broken and two were torn off. The taste of fur and blood coated her mouth. Blood and guts were everywhere.
It was terrifying, but buried deep in Tabitha's thoughts was the absolute confidence that Dixie would live.
Merrie shivered at the intensity of the image, the stench of blood and the sudden longing to be Tabitha's prey.
“Of course, Tabby. In a few minutes.”
Tabitha stepped backwards and turned away, heading back to the cave.
Borias watched her for a minute, a look of concern on his face. He said nothing as he glanced down at Merrie and Twenty-Eight. After a moment, he gestured to the house.
Merrie lead the way, followed by Twenty-Eight. As Merrie got close to the front door, she could feel the ward in her mind. It was a sheet of power right inside the threshold. Part of her wanted to crawl through it, just to see what it felt like, but she sat down at the entrance and waited.
Twenty-Eight stopped next to her, frowning with confusion but following Merrie's actions.
“Good girl,” said Borias as he came up the stairs.
Twenty-Eight moaned.
“And very good girl, Merrie.”
Merrie's body shuddered with a tiny orgasm. She loved hearing her name, and the knowledge that she earned it just added to the growing pleasure. She squirmed her ass and wagged her tail back and forth.
Borias held their collars to cross through the door, then lead them back to his room. He gestured for them to enter. “Go on, you be sleeping now.”
Twenty-Eight kissed Merrie and crawled into the pile of bitches. Seven lifted his arm to take her in and curled his body around her. Twenty-Eight kissed him and snuggled closer; she rested the ends of her arms on both sides of his cock as she stopped moving.
Merrie smiled as she crawled over to the pile. It was warm and inviting.
Cock Diver lifted her head from the edge of the pile, her eyes not opening, and tilted it toward Merrie. From behind, Fuckhole moaned and reached out for Diver, pulling her back in and licking her neck. None of them woke up fully, just the automatic hunger for sex and comfort.
Borias came out of the room with a rustle of cloth. He was pulling on a black, silk robe. He had pulled on a pair of shorts but Merrie could see one of his balls hanging outside from his hasty dressing.
“Why she want be seeing me?” he muttered as he ran his hands through his hair.
Merrie crawled over and reached up for him.
“Not now, Merrie.”
Merrie smirked and pushed his testicle back into his shorts.
“Oh, thank you.” He let out a nervous laugh. “I be feeling like a boy about to go to the principle's office to get spanked. The last time Tabby be taking me to the stump, she raped my ass for close to an hour.” He stopped and let out his breath. Slowly, he looked down at Merrie as he adjusted his shorts again. “You be picking up what she wants?”
Merrie shook her head. There was no way the violence in Tabitha's head was directed toward Borias.
He sighed and checked his hair again. “Don't be mattering. She be asking and I be coming. I always be coming.” Borias chuckled and patted Merrie on the head. “I be her bitch sometimes. Now, you be good and take care of the puppies, k?”
Merrie nodded slightly but pouted.
“No, no, not this time.”
Merrie got into the begging position, spread her legs wide, pulled her wrists up to her collar, and barked once.
“Good girl.”
She smiled, but didn't move out of the way. She wanted to come with him. Leaning back on her ankles, she watched as he checked his hair one last time, then hurried out the door.
Merrie watched the door swinging shut. In the split moment before it latched shut, she rushed forward and braced it open with her arm. The edge of the wood dug into her skin as she stared at the opening. Like most doors in the mill house, the latches were almost impossible for someone to open without hands or wearing gloves. Once closed, they were effectively locked into the room until someone opened it.
Borias' footsteps tapped on the stairs. He didn't noticed that she held the door open.
Merrie's heart pounded in her chest. She was about to break a rule, but the desire to see what Tabitha wanted called to her. She glanced into the room with the sleeping bitches, then pushed the door open. She had to brace it with her side, feeling the door frame scrape against her flanks before she slipped through.
The door clicked shut and she swooned. There was no doubt, she would be in trouble. She couldn't open the door and Borias would know that she followed him. Her body grew hot with excitement and the thrill of breaking rules. But, she was committed and curious.
Moving slowly, she crawled up the stairs. She did it a dozen times, but alone in the dark mill house, every creak sent a bolt of fear through her. Her pulse beat strongly in her ears as she came up to the main floor and peeked out. The hall was empty and dark.
Trembling, she crawled across the wooden floor and to the front door. When she looked at the sheet of magic covering it, she let out a sigh of frustration. She forgot about the ward. She stared at it, wondering if Borias would punish her if he came back with her sleeping outside his door. She sighed as she regarded it.
A breeze caught the door and it creaked open. After the fight, it hung on one hinge and didn't latch. Merrie caught movement on the other side and peeked through the crack.
Tabitha was walking toward the woods, not to the cemetery but to a different part of the woods. She moved with sullen steps and Merrie didn't need to know that the silfae was filled with despair and something that Merrie had never seen in Tabitha, an emotion that Merrie couldn't quite put a finger on.
A desire to comfort Tabitha rose up. Merrie regarded the ward again. Borias said it would shock her like the collars. Her heart beat fast as she reached out with one arm and touched the energy wall. An electric charge coursed up her arm and set off her collar, the world exploded into white heat as she spasmed from the impact.
She cowered on the ground, panting for breath. As soon as she could, she pushed herself back to her arms and knees. Her tail pressed against her thigh as she considered going back to the room.
Her curiosity took the better of her. Merrie crawled back as she prepared to rush the door. Her body trembled as she fought the urge to not doing it. With a smile, she thought about Bass' cock, the huge length tearing into her. And the orgasm that followed. She wanted it, despite the pain. She wanted to be with Borias and Tabitha just as badly.
She bit her lip and charged forward, crawling as fast as she could.
Her collar sparked as she rushed through the door. Every muscle in her body tensed and she stumbled into the wood floor. Her lip split as she landed face-first into the porch. She bore down to avoid crying out, then curled up in a ball until the last of the spasms faded.
Panting, she looked up and was relieved to find herself on the far side. She staggered to her feet and regarded the house she just escaped. Then froze as she saw the gaping hole in the side of the great hall. There was no wards, no charms. She could have just crawled out.
Disgusted with herself and ashamed for not noticing, Merrie crawled down the porch stairs and across the yard. The grass tickled her body as she followed after Borias and Tabitha. The world was quiet and only the moonlight lit her trail. Merrie almost got lost, but she reached out with her mind until she felt the present of the two. Slowly, she made her way into the woods.
When she heard them talking, she lowered herself and inched forward.
“… Dixie tried to jump away and I caught him in mid-leap air. Tore Dixie's legs clean off,” Tabitha was describing the scene Merrie saw in her mind. Merrie shuddered at the memory of it, it was brutal but she still wished it could have been her underneath Tabitha's attack. “But, I had to stop, he couldn't take more.”
Tabitha sat with her back to Merrie, perched on a stump. She had a large mug in her hand and the scents of Borias' lager drifted through the wet leaves and soil.
Borias sat across from her, leaning against a tree. He had a beer of his own but it was untouched as he looked up at Tabitha. “Still be frustrated?”
Tabitha took a long draw of her beer. “Yes. That bastard got away. No one gets away from me and… he did.”
“I be surprised he not find the other stuff there.”
Tabitha tensed up. She said, “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
"Bass' holy symbol be buried there, right under Dixie's stake. Right?"
“How,” Tabitha spoke carefully, “did you know that?”
Borias grinned and drank from his mug. He stretched out his feet and shrugged. “It be one of those places where things just be happening. There be three ley lines coming into a point there, that be why Grange hide the teleportation charm there so you not be finding it. And, I know that Dixie got a lot further away before you be catching him. No way it be taking three days to hunt him down for cropping and be that close to the mill. The only reason you put the stake there is to mark something important.”
“Careful, Bori,” Tabitha said, “curiosity is a dangerous thing.”
Merrie ground herself into the ground. She was underneath a low bush and in a small indention of earth. But, Tabitha and Borias wouldn't miss her if they looked, not with their magic and histories.
“But, I be right?”
Tabitha sighed. “Yes.”
“Good to be knowing.”
“What are you going to do about it?” She drank deeply.
Borias shrugged. "Nothing. It be the boss' secret. I just won't be burying any bodies there. Some things should be left buried."
“Good, I won't have to kill you. Though it might not matter. An oracle told Bass that if ‘innocent blood was spilled over that which was buried but not forgotten’ then that bitch of a goddess would stop hunting him. And I did crop Merrie right there. Maybe he is finally safe from being hunted?”
“I not be knowing that.” Borias toyed with his mug. “Prophecies and geases are nasty things. What be a simple answer rarely be.”
“What about yours?”
Borias shrugged and rested his mug in his hands. He looked up at the sky and let out a long, shuddering breath. “The first be standard. I be needing a formal pardon from the current royalty of Franome. In writing. That be the one all criminal mages be getting.”
“And the second?” she whispered.
He barked out a bitter laugh. “That one not be standard. I still be remembering it: when the softest down touches the breath of an innocent child of my own blood.”
“A child?”
“I be sterile, all criminals be.”
“But, that's impossible then.”
“Geas magic won't take effect unless there be some way. Somewhere, there be the possibility of that phrase becoming true. And then, I be free.”
“Did you ever… try to find out?”
“No.” Borias shook his head before he said, “not being able to go within a five hundred kilometers of Franome City not be that bad. I not be welcome in that city and… there be bad memories and enemies there. And men I not want to be meeting still think I be in Abbinkey.” He smiled and held up his untouched mug to Tabitha. “No, I be liking my life here and never want to be going back.”
“Good.” Tabitha lifted her mug to her lips, but froze. Slowly, she turned it on its side but nothing poured out. “Damn it.”
She looked around and tears glittered in her eyes. “Damn the ancestors.” Her voice cracked as she whispered to herself.
“Tabby?” Borias sounded concerned.
“He killed one of my bitches, Bori.” Her voice cracked again and the mug shook in her hand. "That fucking bastard killed one of my puppies and I couldn't defend her. It isn't Bass' promises, but they are pack. I have to defend my pack and I couldn't!"
Borias handed over his mug. Tabitha took it and drank deep.
“I be so sorry. If it wasn't for me.”
“No,” Tabitha muttered, “he played us all. If it wasn't for your geas, it would be something else. He used us and… and then he just got away.” She set down the glass and buried her head in her hands. “Damn it, when we were adventuring, no one ever got away from me. And he did. And I can't do anything about it!”
Borias stood up and came over to her. He opened his arms to hug her, but hesitated as if he was afraid she would bite. Then, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.
Tabitha pulled away, turning into profile for Merrie's view. She tensed up as she spoke curtly. “What are you doing?”
“Humans call it comforting,” he said in a voice of humor and tension.
“I'm not human.”
“No, but I be. And you be crying.”
“I don't cry,” she insisted as she wiped her eyes.
Borias lowered himself to his knees in front of her, still holding her tight. “Then you be comforting me while I be crying. She be one of my girls too. I love them all. Not only I can't be hunting Grange, but I can't be near him when he dies. I be never getting closure, even if he comes back. You, my lovely wolf bitch, will be ripping his throat out and I only be hearing it during the winter dinners.”
Tabitha said nothing as she stared into his face. She set down the glass but her eyes never left his gaze.
Borias shifted to get comfortable on his knees. “What?”
“Bori?”
“Yes, Tabby?”
“If I ask you something, will you promise never to tell anyone?”
“You know I be never tell anyone. Besides, if I be breaking a promise, you be tearing me a new asshole.”
Tabitha smiled and it reached her bright eyes. “This is important.”
“Then I swear by Azus, the god of mages and thieves, I won't be telling anyone.”
She didn't respond.
Borias kept his hands on her waist, holding her as he stared into her face.
Tabitha whispered something.
He leaned forward. “Sorry?”
“Just once?” asked Tabitha in a louder voice. “Will you… just once?”
Borias cocked his head, not understanding.
Tabitha reached up and pulled off her top. Her small breasts, perky and tipped with dark nipples stood up. She inhaled sharply as she looked down at Borias.
He knelt there, mouth open in shock. “You want be fucking me? Me ass?”
“No,” came the cracked reply, “not as my bitch. As my… my…” She wrapped her arms around her breasts.
“Your lover?” whispered Borias.
Tabitha nodded curtly, her back tight with tension.
He reached up and stroked her bare shoulders. “You not be having to do this, Tabby. I be loving you no matter what.” His voice was soft, barely audible to Merrie who couldn't move as she stared with fascination.
“No,” she whispered, “I need something. Something that violence can't answer. No blood, no tearing. I need… need…” She sniffed. “You are a good man, Bori. Probably the best human worth keeping.”
He smiled.
“I don't know how to be compassionate. I don't know how to be nice. But, I need it. Just tonight. Just the two of us. Please?”
Borias nodded. “All you be doing is to ask.”
“Bori?” she whispered, her voice cracking even more.
“Yes, Tabby?”
“I'm asking.”
Borias nodded once. He lowered his hands to her hips and worked at her skirt. She lifted her ass as he pulled it away from her and let it drop to the ground. “You be beautiful.”
“Shut up,” she said with a sob.
He eased her legs apart. Merrie felt her breath growing hotter as he lowered his head to her crotch.
Tabitha shivered at the touch, then arched her back. A tiny gasp escaped her lips as she spread her legs more.
Borias' hands reached around her ass, cupping the tight curves he pulled her onto his mouth. His head bobbed up and down as he licked her.
She whimpered as she clutched his head, holding him there as she bucked into his face. She gasped as her body grew tighter, the tension in her legs picking her off the stump, but he held her tight as he licked her.
The scent of Tabitha's sex drifted past Merrie. It was strong and bitter, but also with just a hint of flavor that reminded Merrie of Burgundy wine. Merrie drank in the smell, jealousy she couldn't join but she knew she wasn't invited to this. She should even be watching, but she couldn't take her eyes off the two.
Borias took her time, lapping and licking for almost a half hour. He squirmed out of his robe and shorts so they were both naked. His head never stopped moving and he clutched to her ass as if she was a life raft.
Tabitha moaned loudly, her fingernails digging into the side of his head.
He pulled her down into his lap and Tabitha sank down into it. Merrie watched as Borias' cock slid into the thick bush of Tabitha's sex, but it stopped.
“Be tight.”
Tabitha wrapped her arms around his neck and spread her legs. “I haven't had a cock in me for fifty-seven years.”
“Well, then-” He wrapped one arm around her waist to grab her buttock. His other slid to her neck, his fingers digging into the sides. His muscles bunched up as he forced her down.
Tabitha let out a low, growl. It was a primal sound, hungry and desperate. Centimeter by centimeter, she sank down on his cock. Her body tensed as she clutched to him, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.
Borias' knuckles grew white as he pulled her down, impaling her with agonizing slowness.
Merrie held her breath as she watched the cock disappear into the silfae's tight body. She trembled with anticipation and the fear of being caught. It wasn't until Borias was seated fully into Tabitha that her heart resumed beating.
The two lovers held each other tight, not moving. Borias' fingers dug into Tabitha's body, clutching to her as if she was going to run away. For a long moment, they didn't move as they stared into each other's eyes.
Tabitha started by only moving her hips, rocking forward and then back. His body tensed at the movement as she swirled his cock inside her body, working it in circles instead of pumping like Merrie always did. “Is this right?” she whispered.
“There be nothing you can ever do wrong,” he whispered back.
Tabitha leaned over, her breast ground against his chest and kissed Borias on the lips. It was a hesitant kiss, as if she wasn't sure of herself, but Borias pulled her close and kissed her back.
“I be loving you, Tabby.”
“Bori, I can't-”
He silenced her with another kiss.
Tabitha continued to move her hips in circles, her thick public meshing with Borias' with every shift of their bodies. She was panting and Merrie could see her fingers digging into Borias' back in time with her movements.
Merrie knew it was time to leave. She gave one last look to the two mages. Borias held Tabitha tight against his chest, one hand on the back of her neck and one against her ass. She held him as she rocked her hips, fucking with slow, unsteady movements of a virgin goddess. They were lost in each other and nothing else mattered.
Slowly, Merrie pushed herself to her arms and knees and backed away.
Some things needed to be private.