Elliot awoke with a retch in his throat and stiffness in his bones. He rolled onto his side to help cast out his sputum, and he learned that the surface under his shoulder was cold, hard stone. Elliot let out a grunt of discomfort into the dark chamber, and his voice echoed off the floors and walls. His head ached monstrously.
Sitting up with a great deal of restrained agony, he blearily took in his surroundings. The three brick walls and one made of iron bars allowed no mistake in his mind – this was a cell. He was seated on a straw mattress on the floor of the chamber, but he wasn’t bound in any way. His stiff limbs merely gave him the impression of restraints.
“H-Hello?” His voice was hoarse. Elliot immediately began to cough. His juddering leg caught on something metal by his foot, and when he realised it was a pewter mug of water, he didn’t waste time before chugging it down. Such relief.
As he digested the water, Elliot pulled his memories together. They had been travelling north through the sharp foothills around the Demon Sorceress’ domain. Sam had been in high spirits, and Elliot have been capitalising on that good mood by inquiring about her childhood in Layman. Sam had told him about her grandmother in the Silk District, her friends further up the Castle Road, the games they used to play during the Harvest Market near the Equestrian Green. Not quite the childhood Elliot had experienced in that same city, but familiar enough that he could place himself there, dancing and running with the other children.
Then, a shaking of the hard earth. A dark shape lunging out of a thicket. A hemp bag had descended over Elliot’s head, and it had stank of an apothecary’s viscous brew. A stink that had wound its way up his nose and taken his brain in a vice. Elliot had heard shouts, the twang of a crossbow. He’d felt a sharp tug between his shoulder blades, a feeling of weightlessness. Then the dark.
And now here. Which meant, putting the clues together, that this was the Old Saint’s Dungeon. He had been kidnapped. And that meant their negotiation with the Demon Sorceress had not started well at all.
Elliot wiped his lips with the sleeve of his borrowed jacket. Jayce certainly wouldn’t want it back now. Then, peering through the gloom, he tried again to seek some context.
“Hello?”
This time, a lantern burst to life beyond the bars of his cell. Elliot found himself staring into the yellow eyes of a woman at least eight feet tall, with thick, black hair broken at the temple by a pair of curved, ebony horns. Her broad face was decorated at the corners of her mouth with a set of tusks, and her moss-green body, brimming with muscular, feminine curves, was coated in a peasant’s dress of bound cord and tied at her hips with rope. The giant woman was a monster in about all the ways that mattered. Still, her wide-eyed, expectant stare failed to intimidate Elliot.
She was seated on the floor in a wide, open area of the gaol. Elliot could imagine a simple table and chairs for the guards on duty, maybe a bunk or two for those napping on a shift. But these were absent, likely due to the huge woman’s size. Furniture to suit her would need to be custom built, and the Demon Sorceress may not have been in residence here long enough to do so. Squinting through the shadows, Elliot spotted a small stack of books by her feet, one of which she held open in her lap with a thick thumb.
“Hello,” said Elliot again. “Do you… work here? For the Demon Sorceress?”
The giant nodded. An easy and relaxed motion despite the weight of her horns. Her loyalty to a tyrant didn’t faze her in the least.
“M-My name is Elliot, did you know that?”
She shook her head this time. No matter. Elliot was no celebrity.
“It’s nice to meet you,” he said. He made an attempt at staggering to his feet, but this caused fresh fire to shoot up his calves, so he relented. “Can I get your name?”
The giant narrowed her eyes at him, still saying nothing. Elliot raised his hands.
“That’s fine, if we’re not at that point. Sorry to interrupt your reading. I was just wondering how long I’m likely to be here in this cell.”
His captor looked up at the ceiling, giving his question due consideration. Then she raised a hand with one finger extended, and she turned it around with her wrist a few times. ‘A while.’
“And is… is she coming to see me? The Demon Sorceress? I… I’m here to talk to her, you see.”
The giant shook her head.
“Is she talking to Sam, then? The woman I was travelling with?”
A shrug. Elliot blew out his lips.
“It’s very important. None of us want a war to break out here. It’s very important that the Sorceress takes the time to hear what we have to say and to answer our questions.”
Perhaps this frustration was a poor choice, as he did want to get on his warden’s good side. She seemed amenable, and he’d never met a creature quite like her before. Becoming her friend would be rewarding, he had no doubt. But Sam had taught him to be forceful if the other side wasn’t listening. She’d encouraged him to be bold to make himself heard. So, Elliot forced himself to stand. He stepped forward and took hold of the bars of his cell.
“I need to speak to her,” he said. “It’s vital. When can I expect that to happen?”
It was the giant’s turn to sigh. Her breath was a hot rush that threatened to bowl Elliot over. Then she was moving. Her strong limbs made her rising graceful and easy, though she had to duck her head to keep her horns from scratching the stone. She plodded away, out of sight.
“H-Hello?” Elliot asked.
When she returned, the giant was carrying a small, stone bowl in one huge hand. The tasty aroma washed over him and made his stomach gurgle. The giant reached around to the back of her rope belt and tugged an iron key to the front of her belly. It was the only key she had. She unlocked Elliot’s cell with an ancient, resonant clang, then pushed the door open and stepped inside.
“Thank you!” he said, reaching greedily for the bowl.
But the giant pulled it away, holding it over one shoulder. As if she needed to hold it that high to keep it out of Elliot’s reach. When she was sure Elliot wasn’t going to make a thoroughly foolish play for the meal, she slipped a hand down the front of her dress and pulled something from between her titanic breasts. A folded piece of parchment. She handed it to Elliot.
“What’s this?” Elliot tried not to think about the luscious warmth of the paper. He opened it up and read.
There was writing at the top of the page. The lettering was sharp, blocky and pragmatic. He might have believed it the work of a press if not for the smudging at the corners.
TELL YOUR ALLIES THAT YOU ARE SAFE, it said.
“Am I?” Elliot asked. When he looked back up at the giant, she was wielding a quill. He hadn’t spotted where she’d been keeping that. “Am I safe?”
She scowled down at him, pursing her lips around her tusks. She nodded vigorously. So, that had been a silly question.
Still, Elliot allowed himself to channel some scepticism as he sat down on the cell floor, lay out the page on the stone in front of him and began to write.
Sam, Sasha and Jayce. This is Elliot. I am being kept in a cell in the Old Saint’s Dungeon, I think. I also think they are going to feed me once I’ve written this. I haven’t been harmed yet.
“Is that enough?” he asked, handing the letter back.
The giant squinted at his missive. She clicked her teeth at his tone, then rolled her eyes. But she still slipped the paper back into her cleavage and handed him his food. Spiced vegetables and what looked like beef. Elliot sat down with spoon in hand and tucked right in.
“This really is important,” he said around his meal. “We don’t want anyone to get hurt. We’d like to come out of this as friends, if we can. Could you please tell the Sorceress that when you see her?”
She folded her arms. When Elliot looked up again, he worried that he was seeing snide dismissal on her broad features. But on closer inspection, once his eyes had gotten used to the deep shadows of her face, he recognised careful consideration instead. The giant, after a moment’s silent inspection, turned about and strode out of the cell. Interestingly, she didn’t close the gate.
Elliot ate quickly, though he knew his stomach would complain about the unnecessarily fast digestion. He watched his gaoler retrieve his letter from her clothes and tear a strip off the bottom edge, then lean against the wall to write on it with her quill. Then she turned back, leaned through the doorway and handed him the strip. It was marked with the same printing-press-precise lettering.
YUDEKA.
“Oh. Great.” Elliot smiled up at her. “Yudeka. It’s nice to meet you. I hope we can get along.”
Yudeka chuckled, a low and grumbling sound tempered by the sweet curve of her smile. To his surprise, she reached down and ruffled his hair with one big hand. Then she closed the gate on Elliot and returned to her seat in the corner of the open space, where she began to read.
Elliot ate his meal, content to watch the grand woman. Yes, the quest wasn’t without hope. He could get something out of this yet.
* * *
At the end of their first day at the Old Saint’s Dungeon, Sam met the Demon Sorceress.
The convoy made its way through the sharp rocks of the foothills and up to the plateau that held up the old, grey stone of the fort. There were no roads this far from civilisation, and Sam’s bubbling anger was sparked to light each time their wheel crashed over an unseen shard of rock. Still, she encouraged pace from her remaining team. With Elliot now in the clutches of the Sorceress, time was all the more of the essence.
It was dark by the time they reached the walls of the Dungeon. The sunset sky above was cloaked in dark clouds where it wasn’t obscured by the ancient silhouettes of the nearby mountains. A prison cell of stone and cloud, bathing the world in shadow. The wind was a noisome gust that battered Sam’s body and threatened the lovely braids of her hair. A truly desolate place, fitting for a woman bent on destroying the world.
The wagons rumbled up to the towering wooden gates of the Dungeon, then parked on a stretch of thin grass that was close to even. Dark shapes moved about on the battlements, but the pervading gloom was too deep to give Sam any indication of whether they were human or monster. Sasha armed a crossbow and set it ready in her lap, seated in the front wagon. Jayce made a show of scouting the vicinity for landmarks and tactical advantages, perhaps even a secret entrance that had been used to squirrel away Elliot. And Sam, the party leader and the now the sole resident of the limelight, stood out on the field with her legs apart and her arms folded, and she made her address.
“My name is Samantha of High Tower, representative of the Accord of Regents!” she bellowed across the walls of the fort. “This settlement has declared itself an enemy of the unified nations of humanity, and it will now hold itself to account! We will hear your terms of engagement. We will meet those terms with our own. And it is my belief that we will avoid bloodshed by coming to a mutually understood compromise. Bring forth the Demon Sorceress!”
The wind buried any sounds of conversation from the walls, but Sam spotted movement between the silhouettes. They had heard her, of course they had. Would they listen?
Sam forced herself to wait. When nightfall descended over the Dungeon, Sasha appeared with a lantern on a pole to illuminate her for the denizens, which she stuck into the hard earth by Sam’s feet. Cold seeped into her leggings and reddened her face. Her muscles, forced to stiffness, grew sore. But still, she held her stance. She glowered up at the walls of the Sorceress’ lair. She refused to back down.
But when the silver light of the moon trailed through the thick clouds and shone against the mossy stone, she lost her patience.
“My name is Samantha of High Tower, representative of the Accord of Regents! This settlement has-…”
“I know your name, mortal!”
Sam struggled to stay upright under the blaring sound of the woman’s roaring voice. Her heart shrieked as the voice was joined by an explosion of lurid crimson from atop the Dungeon gates. The earth shook below her feet. Even the clouds above the Dungeon parted in acquiescence to the might of her arrival.
The Demon Sorceress stood before an eldritch, red pyre, a towering column of flame that bathed her in crimson light. She was humanoid, draped in close-fitting silk that covered every inch of her skin up to a circle cut out for her eyes. Burning, red eyes, or perhaps that was a trick of the light. She wore an unadorned crown of dull metal on her head, and a gnarled, black staff was raised in one hand. The staff burned with the same red light as the pyre.
It was her. Daughter of the Demon Lord. A true mage, there was no doubt of that. Wielder of arcane weapons. Commander of monsters. A wave of her hand, and Sam would be dust. For a heartbreaking moment, Sam allowed herself to consider – who was she to stand before this woman and demand that she bow? Who was she to match a might she couldn’t even comprehend?
And then her lessons returned to her, and the mask returned to her face. Sam forced a sharp smile onto her lips as if this was all part of her design.
“You made me wait,” she called up to the mage. “That was not very hospitable.”
The Sorceress laughed. The forceful pressure of the sound suggested she’d been holding it back until now. And the laugh was grand, powerful and laced with lightning. A true warlord’s laugh.
“I have not the care to be hospitable with you!” she cackled.
“It is common courtesy to allow a peaceful envoy the freedom of your domicile, Sorceress.”
“I have no care for common courtesy either, Sam!” The Sorceress swung her staff, casting red flame into the sky, and Sam forced herself not to flinch. “Consider! Why would a noble lady open the doors of her house and allow the dogs to wander in? You will only scuff up my carpet!”
Another laugh, long and gluttonous. Sam allowed it until she was done.
“But you are willing to talk?”
“In all honesty, I was ready to ignore your yapping until battle begins. I know I shan’t have to wait long. But I have been zealous in my preparations for the predictable aggression of your Accord of Regents. I confess, I have run short of matters to attend to. So yes, let us talk, Sam of High Tower. Let us bandy words on this advent of the end of all things. Who knows, it may yet amuse me.”
It was just as Noya and Nadezha had said. Eccentric, theatrical. Sam had to let her play, then meet her in her fantasy with the cold truths of diplomacy. She would have to be patient. But the Sorceress’ next words caused a spike of alarm to jolt in her chest.
“Tomorrow. We shall talk tomorrow.”
“We have matters to discuss tonight!” Sam insisted. “You took a member of my cohort into your dungeons, and I will have him returned!”
“After all the trouble I went to snatching him off you?” the Sorceress giggled. “You are fortunate poor Yudeka quickly healed that scratch you gave her, else she may have fostered resentment. You wouldn’t want that one cross with you, and make no mistake. No, I shall keep him here until our time of discussion is at an end.”
“I must have assurance of his safety, Sorceress!” Sam shouted up at the mage. “We are not a military company equipped to scale your walls and penetrate your vaults! We are a diplomatic envoy! There is no need for you to-…”
“Fine.” The Demon Sorceress made a show out of a simple shrug. “Fine, I shall grant you assurance. If you are going to be this obstinate.”
A shorter silhouette moved into the light of the fire, and Sam recognised that she was a goblin from her time in Ailey. The diminutive soldier handed the Sorceress a folded piece of parchment. The Sorceress then lifted it up and, breathing deeply through her nose, closed her glowing eyes. Sam heard the aberrant echoes of a whispered charm on the biting wind.
The paper took flight. It fluttered like a bat through the night sky and descended from the gate towards Sam’s position. Sam quaked. Even a simple demonstration like this was a touch too close to the world beyond for her liking. But she forced herself to reach out and snatch the paper out of the air. And to her great relief, it returned to inert parchment between her fingers. She read the note.
“This tells me nothing,” she said. “Elliot may not have written this. I demand more proof of his wellbeing.”
The Sorceress giggled. “So stubborn. I can see why you took a job in politics. Well, too bad. I shall have young Elliot write a little more demonstratively for tomorrow’s letter, but tonight, you shall have to suffice.”
“You offer me no assurance?”
“How about my word? He shall not be harmed. I need him hearty for what is to come.”
Sam narrowed her eyes and waited for an explanation. She needed Elliot? Whatever did that mean? But in the end, the Sorceress didn’t elaborate.
“And now, the end of our negotiation! Until the morrow, mortal!”
“W-Wait!”
The Sorceress let out a great cackle into the winter air. She thrust her staff towards the heavens. And she exploded. Sam covered her eyes against the burning light of her smoky, red detonation, and her ears rang from the force. When the smoke settled, the Sorceress was nowhere in sight.
Growling with frustration, Sam turned about and stalked back to the wagons. Sasha was waiting for her. The guard stowed her crossbow in the wagon so she could rest a hand on Sam’s shoulder.
“Did you really think this would all be resolved in one night?” she asked with a fond smile.
“I had hoped for more than that,” Sam sighed. “I had hoped for better evidence that Elliot was well.”
“I’m sure he’s fine. Mark my words, he’s probably having the time of his life in there.”
They laughed together. Sam could see it, Elliot walking from the Sorceress’ care with the same smile he’d worn that night he’d tamed the Mercury Fang.
“And besides,” said Sasha, stroking Sam’s hair, “it’s not the worst situation to have a man on the inside. He can match your work with some of his own, you know? Really double-team that Sorceress.”
Sam chuckled. “Did you mean to make that sound so lewd?”
“You know Elliot about as well as I do now, so yeah. Come on. Jayce found a good spot for camp.”
As Sasha prepared the wagons for travel, Sam looked over her shoulder at the walls of the Dungeon.
“Have a little fun, Elliot,” she whispered. “But not that much fun.”
* * *
After three full days in the care of the Sorceress, Elliot was getting used to his new life. He would rise in what felt like early morning, do some stretches and relieve himself. Then Yudeka was wander in and open the cell to let him exercise. Just up and down the prison corridor, but it was enough to keep his muscles from weakening. Elliot had discovered he was the only captive in the Demon Sorceress’ care, since all the other cells were empty. Unless there were deeper, darker cells beyond the stairwell at the back of Yudeka’s living area.
And between meals and messages for the outside, he would chat with Yudeka. He didn’t have much else to do.
Yudeka was a prolific reader, she told him through nods, grunts and smiles. Her collection was whatever her kin in the Sorceress’ horde had managed to scrounge or trade for in the settlements they had passed through. All works too obscure for Elliot, who didn’t read all that much, but from a wide scope of genres. Bawdry romances and swashbuckling thrillers, poetry and scientific treatises. Even a hand-written notebook containing the wording of some sort of holy text. Yudeka had slowly warmed to Elliot’s questioning by means of her mute sharing of her love of literature. By the end of their second day together, she had been leaning back against the bars of his cage and listening to his clumsy explanations of books from his own past.
Elliot liked the way she stroked her thick locks of black hair when she listened to him. He liked the way her yellow eyes were highlighted by the lanternlight of the prison. Her smile, contained between the sharp spikes of her tusks, was very cute.
“You must like working with the Demon Sorceress to stay here as long as you have,” he’d said that evening.
Yudeka had nodded at once. She’d mimed a wide embrace, bringing her arms tight around her huge chest.
“She… hugs you?”
She had shaken her head, shoulders shivering as she tried not to laugh. Then she’d pointed out an invisible cohort of individuals before bringing them into another embrace.
“She… um… Oh, she invites a lot of different groups into union? Is that it?”
Yudeka had nodded. She’d tapped her own chin.
“Groups like you. What the Accord calls ‘monsters’. I see.” Elliot had rested his head back against the bars with a sigh. “I can see why that would be so precious to you.”
Elliot was no history scholar, knowing only a version of the truth a little higher than the common folk thanks to his upbringing. He knew that the end of the Demon Lord’s War was celebrated as a wonderous day for all of humanity, who had come together to defeat a common foe. But little was said of the remnants of the Demon Lord’s monstrous armies. They can’t have all been exterminated. Some of them had ended up in Layman, even. And what sort of world had humanity left open for them in the wake of their defeat?
“I don’t want there to be a war between us, Yudeka,” he’d sighed, closing his eyes. “I don’t think you do, either. Please can I talk to her? I want to stop this fighting before it really begins.”
The giant had said nothing, naturally. When Elliot had opened his eyes, she had been gazing down at him, her yellow eyes big and sad. She’d had a hand outstretched as if to stroke him through the bars, but she’d pulled it away as soon as he’d seen her. Then she’d left. She hadn’t returned until early the next morning. So, no progress. Elliot had entered the next day with a bubbling frustration.
That afternoon, Yudeka had offered him a bucket of soapy water and a washcloth, and he’d washed himself in a morose state of silent resignation. Yudeka had probably been watching him in his nakedness, but he didn’t mind.
Still, it was a little alarming when a whispering voice from outside the cell had said, “Oh, just a peek, Dekka! He won’t mind!”
On turning, Elliot had seen the giant gently shoving a pair of small, green women out of sight. There had been a great deal of giggling. Yudeka’s apologetic smile had lifted his spirits just a touch.
And now, time to sleep again. Elliot huddled under his blanket on the straw mattress of his cell and tried not to count the passing seconds. The ever-dwindling opportunity to bring the Sorceress around. He’d thought life in gaol would be boring. Instead, the time had been flying by. And he had nothing to show for it. Sam was going to be so disappointed with him.
As such, his mind latched onto whatever it could use to distract itself, and that ended up being Yudeka. The giant lumbered across her living space with a pewter tub of steaming water held in both hands, then plonked it down on the stone. When she’d turned over her shoulder to check his wakefulness, Elliot had slammed his eyes shut out of instinct. Not that she was doing anything private, of course.
But Elliot had slowly opened his eyes again at the sound of cord on hemp, the rustle of heavy clothing. And he’d seen her, bare and beautiful in the lamplight.
Yudeka’s naked body was big with an excess of both muscle and softness. Her deltoids rippled with strength. She could turn him inside out if she wanted. And yet, so gentle. Yudeka bent to wet her cloth and ran it over her green skin, letting the suds run between her shoulder blades and around the heavy curve of her bum. Elliot watched with desperate fascination the way her flesh conformed to her touch.
And then she slowly turned about. Her eyes were closed, so Elliot felt safe keeping his just a fraction open. He was gifted with an eyeful of her huge breasts, and the sight almost caused a gasp to escape his lips. Dark green areolas like forest undergrowth, round mounds like the curvature of the planet. And between her thick thighs, a black shag of hair hiding her vulnerability. Yudeka ran her cloth over all of herself. She made her nakedness wet with clean water. She allowed beads of moisture to settle in her hair and nestle in her cleavage. It sounded like she was humming under her breath.
Before he knew what he was doing, Elliot’s hands were in his undershorts. The frustration of not making progress with the Sorceress, coupled with his primitive brain’s fascination with this fertility goddess of a woman, mixed together as alchemy in his loins and made him burn. He began to rub his erection at the sight of the bathing giant.
Yudeka cleaned herself thoroughly. She raised each breast in turn to soak its underside, and she stretched out each arm to tackle her fuzzy armpits. She rolled her hips with her wet hands pressed against the small of her back, and Elliot nearly choked as this motion pushed out her chest to new, glorious heights. And eventually, she took a seat and released her hair from its tail. She stroked her locks with her moist fingers and sang quietly to herself. Even this wholesome act spurred Elliot’s hand on his cock. Even this made him feel closer to her, drawn to her gravity.
But when she snapped open her eyes in his direction, his heart fell still. Elliot ceased his pleasuring at once and closed his eyes tight. He tried to slow his breathing. Anything to hide what he’d been doing.
In the dark behind his eyelids, Elliot heard Yudeka move. Her bare feet slapped on the stone, and her tall horns scratched the ceiling. Closer she came. Closer. Then, the swing of the gate to his cell. Still Elliot kept his eyes shut tight. He wouldn’t dare acknowledge her presence.
The sudden weight falling on his legs made him yelp. After that, there was no sense in pretending. Heart in his throat, Elliot rolled onto his back and opened his eyes.
Yudeka was straddling him. The green giant had her hands pressed into the stone on either side, and her thighs were parted over the guilty pole of his erection under the covers. Drops of moisture fell like rainfall against his face and chest. Her hair was still loose, hanging like a dark curtain from her shoulders. And her bright, yellow eyes were on him.
Am I about to die? Elliot wondered as he stared up at the naked woman. But try as he might, he couldn’t sense any aggression from her. Her expression was soft, curious, not sharp and vengeful.
Yudeka nodded down at Elliot’s crotch. She raised one hand and turned it about over his chest.
Elliot was motionless. He dared not believe what it looked like she was asking.
But again, Yudeka nodded at his erection. She nodded. And Elliot slowly pulled back the sheet and exposed himself.
Yudeka chuckled. Her smile was tight, hungry, between her tusks. She nodded again.
So, Elliot began to masturbate. He stared up at Yudeka and pumped his wrist for all he was worth. His lips fell open as he grunted his pleasure into the humid air between them.
“A-Ah…” he sighed. “Ah…”
Yudeka’s breathing was a deep rumble that matched his rhythm. Her pupils grew large as she kept her eyes on his. One hand lifted from the stone again and grabbed her own breast, squeezing and kneading. She hummed her pleasure across Elliot’s face.
“Oh… fuck!” Elliot said.
She was so big! Trapped beneath her like this, there was no escaping her might. No escaping the sight of her chest. When Elliot humped his hips, the swollen head of his cock brushed the tangle of her pubic hair. Yudeka groaned with delight.
And Elliot came. Ropes of come splattered against her stomach and dripped into her hair. It dribbled down his shaft and onto his thighs. He held back the cry of release as best he could, but it was hard. It was hard, and she was beautiful.
But eventually, he was done. Yudeka was smiling with satisfaction as she sat up into a kneel. She reached out and dragged the bucket of soapy water from earlier that day to his side. She pointed down at his messy cock.
“Y-Yeah,” said Elliot. “Of course I will.”
Yudeka grinned. She reached out and tapped Elliot on the nose. Then she lurched off him and took her leave. Elliot watched the giant saunter back to her spot on the floor and use her own water to clean his come off her skin. Then she returned to combing her hair, singing all the while.
“Wow…” sighed Elliot, utterly mesmerised. It was a while before he fell asleep.
* * *
“I would like to go back to one of your previous points,” said Sam through her shivering lips. She rubbed her hands together until they started working again, then turned over her notes until she found the line she wanted. “Y-You described the Treaty of All Lords as… ‘u-unlawful’ yesterday. I would like to hear why you said so, in light of what you just claimed about remaining t-true to form.”
Up on the Dungeon gate, the Sorceress examined her nails through the circle in her form-fitting silk. She was seated on a tall throne of heavy wood, and she had a blanket over her lap, one leg crossed over the other. The eldritch flame burning by her side looked lovely and warm, now that Sam was this used to seeing it.
“Is it not obvious?” the Sorceress sneered. “It broke the law. It was unlawful.”
“A-And what law did it break, specifically?”
She sighed. “Sam, dear, do you know the necessary elements of a lawful treaty? Do they not teach you that in school?”
Sam scowled up at her opponent. Jayce and Sasha had done their best to make her comfortable down on the plateau. The folding chair and rickety table did just fine for her notetaking, provided she had a helping of little stones to keep paper from flying away. The pole-lantern was close at her back, and its heat kept the chill marginally at bay. Her big coat, thick leggings and boots also lent a hand. But the Sorceress had succeeded in highlighting the poverty of her situation, so far removed in height and comfort. Sam wished she’d pushed harder to get a room inside the Dungeon.
She blew hot air against her palms, then responded. “An acknowledgement of crisis,” she listed, “an agreed goal for rectification, and a manageable set of timescales for completion. All associated parties must be mentioned, and all must be accounted for in the actions listed.”
“There. You see?”
Sam narrowed her eyes at the Sorceress. She played out the Treaty of All Lords in her mind and searched for the error. And in short order, with thoughts of Ana and Noya and Tomi at the back of her thoughts, she found it.
“You mean that the Treaty doesn’t account for the Demon Lord’s forces?”
“Precisely.” The Sorceress chuckled, and Sam sat back on her flimsy chair, trying not to feel too smug. “A formal surrender between two human nations makes account of mercy for the fallen foe, is that not so? But where was mercy for the Demon Lord? Where was grace for those drawn to my father’s cause, then left with nothing?”
Sam nodded. “I see what you mean. That is a fair point.”
“I know it,” snapped the Sorceress.
“So, shall we include this is an agreed goal for your occupation of the Old Saint’s Dungeon? I could suggest to the Accord that we provide a means for maligned non-humans with ties to the Demon Lord to be given clemency and sanctuary in human lands. Would you agree to such a term?”
The Sorceress watched her in silence. Red pyre-light shone against the burning red of her inhuman irises.
“Would they support such a scheme?” she asked.
No. Not a chance in hell.
“It could be debated in the Regent’s Council,” she said instead. “You yourself could make that claim for your victimised kin. A step forward, I hope you agree.”
Again, the Sorceress gifted her with silence. She ran her thumb over the nails of her fingers, and the sifting shape of her mask looked to Sam like she was chewing her tongue.
“Again… you have surprised me, Sam,” she said. “I had not anticipated this… reckless generosity from a hound of the Accord. I have lived for a long time, and I have not seen such from any of your kind before.”
“Thank you,” said Sam.
“I did not say I was impressed, only surprised. We shall discuss this again in the morning.”
It was still early. The gathering momentum had made Sam tap her foot on the soil, and her blood was warm. She stood to her feet just as the Sorceress did.
“Wait!”
“I am tired. I am busy. We will talk again tomorrow.”
“But… I still need to hear from Elliot!”
The Sorceress clicked her teeth. She hung her head. Then she raised her hand and wiggled her fingers in the air. Sam stared as a red rift in the air tore open at her whispered voice. The Sorceress held open her fingers.
A large, green hand came through the rift and handed her a familiar piece of paper, then retreated again. Sam dithered on whether to shout out for Elliot through the arcane portal, and in that time, the portal closed. The Sorceress tossed the paper down towards Sam. No magic this time, just a fluttering square of parchment.
“And now, good night.” The Sorceress walked away along the battlements. Again, she didn’t use magic to teleport. She really must have been tired. Perhaps it was for the best that they were calling it here, then.
Sam gathered her notes and Elliot’s letter and made her way along the plateau. She left her furniture behind, since she’d need it tomorrow and so far, the goblins hadn’t pinched it. The path to camp was a familiar one, and she navigated the slippery scree-laden slope with relative grace. Then around the base of the rocky outcroppings. Their little cave, their shelter from the wind, soon came into view.
“Welcome home, darling!” called Sasha with a bright smile. She appeared to be cooking something in their campfire pot, though it didn’t look very appetising to Sam. Very inconsistent in its texture.
“You’re back early,” said Jayce, hanging up some washing on a long pole by the cave entrance. Both guards were dressed casually, since after four days of negotiation, it was clear the Sorceress wasn’t going to strike at them. The man’s long cloak looked good on his shoulders.
Sam moved into the depths of the cave with just a nod for her two compatriots and a gentle stroke of Willow’s mane as she passed the horse by. She filed her notes away with the others, a sizeable stack now, for when she would review them in the morning.
“Is you being here good news or bad?” asked Jayce. “Your face suggests bad.”
“She was not in the mood for an extended discussion, so we departed early,” Sam sighed. She approached the campfire and took a heavy seat, warming her hands. “There is not much I can do if she sets her mind to noncompliance. As recommended, we have allowed her to retain all the power in this situation.”
“And she lets you come on back every morning,” said Sasha. “We’re still in the game, Princess. Keep your chin up.”
Sam smiled, as best she could. It was nice of her two… friends? Were they so? Whatever the label, it was nice of them to try.
“Any word from Elliot?”
“Ah, yes. Here.”
Sam removed their errant fourth member’s missive from her pocket and passed it to Sasha, who read his words with an idle smile.
“Seems well,” she said. “He mentions this ‘Yudeka’ character again. They seem to be close.”
Sam huddled closer to the flame. “But no mention that he has been meeting the Sorceress herself.”
“No, he’s clear on that, isn’t he? Poor guy. This must be hard on him.”
Sasha’s hand on her shoulder took Sam by surprise. She looked up from the dancing fire.
“You’re doing great, Sam,” said the blonde guard. “Nobody could be doing better.”
“And we’ve still got another three days at least,” said Jayce, taking a close seat on her other side. “Here.”
Turning to face him meant leaning against his shoulder. But he was warm, so Sam didn’t mind. The long-haired guard was offering her a leather flask with a metal cap, and she laughed.
“Is it not too early to be drinking?”
“It keeps the heat up. It’s good for you.”
“Actually,” said Sam, “alcohol merely provides a suggestion of heat, not true warmth.”
Jayce kept his winning grin on her, and Sam relented, taking a sip from the flask. It was a sharp spirit, and it had depth. Not the cheap booze she expected Castle garrison to carry with them. She handed the flask to Sasha, who wriggled closer and took a greedier drink for herself.
“Camp much, Princess?” Sasha asked.
“Not at all. It isn’t terribly comfortable, is it?”
Both guards laughed. “We make do,” said Jayce. “A good campsite can be as cosy as any guesthouse, but it depends on the company you share it with.”
“Well said,” said Sasha. “Just a bedroll under the stars is good enough for me, provided I’m sharing it with someone.”
Sam giggled, looking away from the woman’s bright eyes. They were both sitting awfully close. She took a heavy drink to calm her nerves.
“Do you fancy Elliot, Sam?”
She almost choked. Sam pushed the flask out of her hands and into Jayce’s.
“Wherever did that come from?” she asked him.
“I mean, we’ve been curious for a while,” he replied. “You’ve gotten on well these past days of travel. And you’re very cute together.”
“Very cute,” Sasha agreed, showing her teeth.
“W-Well, b-be that as it may, I haven’t really thought about him in that sense,” Sam lied.
“Oh, that’s a lie,” laughed Sasha. “I know he fancies you, if that helps. And it’d make the return journey a lot more fun if you had a bedroll partner.”
“He’s a good lad,” agreed Jayce. “And I’ve heard a few things. He’d know how to treat you right.”
“P-Please.” When the flask returned to her, Sam drank deep. Anything to keep from feeling the effects of this cheeky pair’s teasing. “Your loyalty to Elliot of Layman needn’t stretch this far, surely.”
“Then… you don’t like him?”
She tucked some long, ginger locks behind one ear. “I… I have come to… enjoy tolerating his presence. He provides a… differing perspective that has, at times, been helpful. But I… I don’t truly know.”
She let out a deep sigh and rested her chin on her knees. “I struggle even to know who I am supposed to fall for. My heart is not as simple as either of yours.”
Sam felt the wordless look pass over her head. When Jayce put a cloaked arm around her shoulder and wrapped her in warmth, she leant into him.
“I get you,” he said into her hair. “The heart is dangerous terrain sometimes. It can be hard to navigate when you’re in the thick of it.”
“Hmm,” said Sam.
“But if you feel lost, Sam…” The brush of his nose against her ear made her skin tingle. “I could help you find your way. If that would be helpful.”
She looked up slowly. Jayce’s eyes were big and bright, shining with campfire light. He smelled of the spirit from his flask. And when he leant towards her, Sam didn’t fight him. His kiss was sharp and deep, rich with flavour.
Sam broke off slowly. She cast her eyes over the man’s beatific smile. “This will make matters more complicated,” she whispered.
“It doesn’t have to,” he replied. “We can just try a few things. It doesn’t need to mean anything deeper than just, you know, friends helping one another figure things out.”
“I… I don’t know…”
Sam turned from his mesmerising gaze towards Sasha. There had been evidence of the two guards getting frisky on their journey, so maybe she would be-…
Sasha took her cheeks in hand and kissed her lips. She was softer than Jayce, and Sam could feel the indentation of her scar on one side of the kiss. Sasha tasted of a mix of spices from her cooking, an earthy and homey taste.
“It might help to get a wider perspective,” Sasha whispered, stroking her hair. “I get the feeling you could use this chance to try things out safely. But do tell me if I’m wrong.”
Her smile was warm, and so were her hands. Saying no would be easy. Such a strong woman, she would take rejection well.
But the alcohol was dancing in her blood, and their close presence around her made her feel safe. Jayce was kissing her neck, and Sasha was massaging her cheeks. And there was a frightful tension in her abdomen, one that demanded release. A release that these two friends could give her.
“I… I would like that chance,” she whispered.
“Nice,” said Sasha.
The three of them manoeuvred to where the bedrolls were laid out. They didn’t disrobe more than necessary. Sam wriggled out of her coat, boots and leggings, but kept her cotton tunic on. She was laid out on the mattresses by Jayce, who pulled off his own leggings while keeping her tented by his big cloak. His erection looked silly underneath all the layers, and it made Sam laugh even as she chewed her lip. It made think that they were teenagers fooling around beneath the notice of their chaperones, hiding their passion, and that was exciting.
Jayce spent some time atop her, kissing her lips, her nose, her neck. He sniffed her hair and rubbed his cock against her thighs. Sam moaned and writhed beneath him. She revelled in the pampering of his lips, his hands and his thrusting erection.
Sasha, grinning all the while, tore off her breeches and kicked them away down the cave. She knelt down beside Sam’s head, and when one of Sam’s hands escaped Jayce’s cloak, she took it and slipped the fingers against her pussy. She was wet, and her clit was engorged, very easy to find. Sasha ground her hips against Sam’s touch, and even that warmth was appealing.
“Fuck… Princess!” Sasha groaned. “I can feel your writing callouses on my slit!”
“O-Oh, you cannot!” Sam protested.
“It’s nice! You’re very nice… Sam. S-Sam…”
The guard’s eyes rolled back in her head as she gave herself away to Sam’s fingers. It was a pleasing sight, one that filled Sam’s chest with pride.
“So, what would you like?” grunted Jayce, also distracted with the pleasure of Sam’s body. “How can we serve you?”
“Well…” Sam reached her free hand down Jayce’s body and touched gently at his erection. “I would like this inside me.”
“F-Fuck…” the man whispered. “I want that too.”
“But I would also like more of this,” she continued, soaking her fingers in Sasha’s pussy. “I would like… both. If I may.”
“You can have it,” growled Sasha.
“Perhaps… on my mouth?”
Sasha stared down at her. “You serious?”
“I have only ever heard of such a thing done,” Sam replied, smiling through her blush. “I have not attempted it myself. But that experience may come in useful, so…”
“Say no more!” Sasha said. “Let’s get you some training in the art of cunnilingus!”
They manoeuvred their bodies with giggles and strokes. Sam found her bare thighs around Jayce’s hips, with the boy kneeing under her bum so he could remain upright. He loomed over her, his cock in her ginger pubic hair, and his smile was kind, just a touch feral. Like a good spice in a hearty meal.
Sasha wriggled her hips over Sam’s face. Her own smile was sharp and mischievous. Then it was hidden, and the pink of her slit was all Sam could see. The guard pressed herself gently over Sam’s face, and she tasted her. Tangy, organic. Thick. How curious. Sam pursed her lips and kissed Sasha’s clitoris, and she was rewarded with a shiver all the way up the woman’s body.
“My turn,” said Jayce. Sam could feel him gripping his cock and sliding it along her own pussy. Sam’s kiss turned firm as he stroked her with his head. Then she convulsed, pushing her mouth more firmly upwards, when he entered her.
It had been a long time since a boy had been inside her. Sam had met and spent some time with a fellow High Tower scholar during her first year in the city. He’d been a clumsy lover, but she had appreciated his touch. But now Sam saw with clarity how her deepening friendship with Marie had been what had pushed Isaac away. He simply hadn’t been exciting enough, his cock not fulfilling enough, compared to just words and smiles from her dear Marie.
And before that… her mystery lover back in Layman. He’d treated her well too, from the little she could remember.
Unlike her other boyfriends, Jayce was solid, flexible and resolute. The rolling of his hips was strong and confident. His smooth cock slid along her insides with grace and purpose. It was lovely. He knew exactly what he was doing.
Meanwhile, Sam was learning. She tongued Sasha’s slit with teasing flicks in the way she believed she herself would like. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, so she kept them by her sides, resting on Jayce’s knees. But Sasha was providing all the pressure. Her rubbing hips made sure Sam was as firm as she needed to be.
“M-Mix it up a little,” Sasha grunted above her head.
She did as she was told. Sam kissed and sucked on Sasha’s clit. She ran the fat of her tongue between her folds. She danced along Sasha’s firm, toned body.
“F-Fuck! Yeah!” Sasha croaked. “You’re… really good at this!”
“M-Mmm!” agreed Jayce. He’d clamped his hands around Sam’s hips for extra purchase and was penetrating her with solid slaps of his body. The waves of pleasure as his head rubbed her depths was distracting. But Sam pushed through. She sang her joy into Sasha’s pussy as she was fucked by the two guards.
And she was having the time of her life. Sam had only to transfer her attention from the salty novelty of her lips down to the more familiar pounding of her pussy, or back again, and she could experience a whole new way of making love, over and over. Sasha’s feminine body, grinding against her lips. Jayce’s masculine pole, treating her body just the way it wanted. Both were excellent. Both made her feel alive.
Sam reached up from Jayce’s knees and grabbed Sasha’s hips. She tugged the woman down on her mouth and kissed her for all she was worth. She tongued and stroked, lapped and tasted. Sasha was a howling wolf above her. Her grip on Sam’s wrists was tight enough to hurt. And that hurt only grew when Sasha came.
“F-F-Fuckkk!” she cried.
Sam was briefly blinded as the woman pressed down on her head. And then, a rush of flavour. Sasha came over Sam’s lips and into her mouth. A remarkable, organic taste, intense and familiar.
“Fuck…” Sasha toppled backwards off Sam’s face and lay on the stone. “Oh, fuck.”
“I’ve not seen her finish so quickly before,” said looming Jayce, laughing at his partner. “Maybe because of how much she likes you? She’s been fantasising about this for some time.”
Sam grinned. “Is that so?”
“U-Uh huh,” groaned Sasha. “You’re great, Sam. You’re… You’re great.”
Sam and Jayce giggled together. When he pulled his knees from under her and leant over her, Sam received his kiss with gusto, tucking her hands around his waist and under his cloak. She moaned against his tongue, and she breathed in his exhalation.
“Now that’s the taste of a satisfied woman,” he whispered against her lips. His cock throbbed inside her. “Can I make you come now, Sam?”
“I would like that,” she said. “But how about we move a little? Your poor knees.”
Jayce smiled. “I was hoping you’d suggest that. Any preferences?”
“How about against the wall?”
“Amazing.” Jayce kissed her again, and Sam melted on his lips.
Before long, they were standing together against the cave wall. Sam was leaning forward with her bum in the air, just the way she liked it, and was bracing herself on the stone. Jayce had his hands on her shoulders so he could keep his cloak around her, and his cock was inside her. Holding tight to her body, he rammed himself into her.
Yes, this was just the way she liked it. Sam pushed back against Jayce’s rutting and gorged on his throbbing member. She let her head hang between her arms and received his lovemaking with all of her attention. This was exactly what she needed.
“You having a good time?” asked Sasha, leaning back against the wall beside her. The shameless woman still had her breeches off, and she was fingering herself as she watched Sam get fucked.
“I-I l-like it!” Sam moaned. “Oh, I l-l-like!”
“And you look so good too,” grunted Sasha. “Sam, you’re gorgeous…”
Jayce could only emit wordless cries from behind her. His hands on her body were tight as he used her pussy to bring him to climax. His body was big and powerful. And his eyes… His teal eyes, wide and helpless in front of the fire, were lovely.
Wait, that was wrong. Sam shook her head and committed herself to the present. She held tight to the stone and let herself be handled by her partner.
“H-He’s fucking me!” she groaned. “O-Oh, he’s fucking me!”
“I see it,” Sasha said. “Looks g-great.”
Jayce tried to say something, but all that came out was a delirious sigh.
Lost in the moment and right on the edge, Sam reached up and took one of Jayce’s hands off her shoulder. She pulled it down her body and slipped it up her tunic. Jayce, his pace slowing as he focussed, picked up the cue at once. He reached between her thighs and pressed his fingertips against her clit. Sam saw stars.
“So close! Don’t-… Don’t stop!” she cried.
He’d make her come soon. Then she would pull him out of her and let him come up her back.
“Don’t stop!”
She’d go home alone and leave him in the cold.
“D-Don’t…!”
And the next morning… The next morning… He would try to talk to her…
“A-A-Ahh!!”
And she wouldn’t know Elliot of Layman at all. She will have forgotten him. And his beautiful, gemstone eyes would grow so large and sad…
That was the moment that made Sam come. Slapping a hand onto Jayce’s fingers and forcing him to rub her firmly, she pushed hard against his cock and took him deep. She leaked fluid across his crotch. She tried to cry out in ecstasy, but all that emerged was a breathless croak.
Elliot! She’d slept with Elliot that night! And she’d completely forgotten!
But her revelation had to wait. Jayce yanked his cock out of her with shivering desperation and thrust it between her thighs. Head hanging, Sam watched as it unloaded its cargo against the cave wall.
“G-God, yes!” Jayce cried into her hair. “Yes…! Oh… S-Sorry, Sam. I almost… I almost came in you.”
“And he’s normally so careful.” Sasha laughed. “You had him dead to rights. Must be because of how much he likes you.”
Sam was only half listening. She received Jayce’s exhausted hug gratefully, as he was keeping her upright.
He’d known this whole time. When Sam had looked down her nose at Elliot, he had known what she sounded like when she came. He’d said nothing, but he’d known.
“Sam?” Sasha had stopped fingering herself. She was staring to Sam’s blue eyes. “Is something wrong?”
But before she could say a word, a pealing horn sounded from outside the tent. All three of the company stared out at the afternoon sky. Sam’s heart shuddered with horror.
“No!” she gasped. “They’re here! They’re early!”
* * *
Elliot laughed. “I’m not even sure that’s anatomically possible.”
Yudeka’s big hand reached out and shoved him in the shoulder. She was laughing too, a rumbling sound like the heat of an oven. Then she tapped the page of the book once again.
“And it’s all like this, is it?” he sighed. “Just one lewd scene after another?”
The giant showed off her teeth with a wide grin. She nodded with vigour.
“I did not take you for such a pervert,” Elliot said with a warm smile. “Alright. I’ll keep reading.”
The morning after Elliot had come all over Yudeka’s stomach, the atmosphere between them had been different. She had invited herself into the cell to offer him breakfast, and she had sat close beside him while he ate, warming his side with her body. When he’d walked the corridor, she’d been beside him with one hand on his back as if helping him balance. And now, deep into the afternoon, they were reading together.
The book was called Twilit Tales of House Black, and it was pornography. Elliot had never seen such a book before. The plot, if it could be called that, followed a young Lady Black fleeing a marriage she did not want. In the hopes of averting the interest of her would-be husband, she had taken to ruining herself with all manner of crude displays of sexuality. The scene Yudeka’s bookmark had been holding involved Lady Black in the care of a gang of bandits out in the forest. The narrator claimed there were currently four penises inside her, but Elliot couldn’t fathom where they all were.
Yudeka was beside him, sitting on the floor of his cell. She read over his shoulder, and she would occasionally hum out her approval when her yellow eyes passed over a good bit.
“I hope she’s not taking things too quickly,” said Elliot as Lady Black received a flow of come down her throat. “This isn’t the sort of situation she could get out of easily. If she has second thoughts, she’s in trouble.”
The giant reached over and tapped Elliot on the chest. Her eyes were wide.
“Me? What do you mean?”
Yudeka didn’t explain, and in time, she pulled away with a shake of her head. Yes, the atmosphere was very odd today.
“Can we…?” Elliot tried. “Can we talk about last night? I really hope I didn’t overstep.”
Yudeka met his eyes. She said nothing.
“If I have to apologise, I will,” he continued, licking his lips. “I’d like to be your friend. I don’t want to spoil that by-…”
The giant rumbled out a dismissal. She put a heavy arm around his shoulder.
Elliot sighed with relief. “You’re not angry?”
She shook her head slowly.
“Good, because I…”
He trailed off. Elliot’s eyes dropped from Yudeka’s yellow gaze at a movement from her over hand. It was on the hem of her skirt, and it was slowly pulling upwards.
“Yudeka?”
The giant took a quick glance out of the cell and down the corridor, but there was, as usual, no other soul around. She rotated on her seat to face Elliot, still holding his shoulder with one hand. And she pulled up her dress to her hips. She revealed the thick hair between her legs to him.
Elliot stared at the lush jungle. When Yudeka pulled him towards her, he didn’t resist. He sat up into a kneel between her legs, holding himself up on the firm muscle of her thighs.
“I’m assuming,” he whispered, “we shouldn’t be telling the Sorceress about this?”
A hint of blush ran across Yudeka’s cheeks. She shook her head. Then she raised her hand and turned it about. ‘Quickly.’
Elliot tossed the lewd book aside. He put his hands in his breeches and tugged them down. The sordid fantasy had already made a start on an erection, and Yudeka’s open proposition had put him the rest of the way to stiffness. In fact, was that why she’d made him read the book? To get him in the mood? Cheeky girl!
Yudeka purred down at Elliot’s cock. She seemed happy, though Elliot had a few reservations. The woman was so big, surely he’d struggle to make any impact. But her finger running over his throbbing head felt like lightning, and he committed to trying anyway.
“Is it too much to ask if…” Elliot said, swallowing, “if you could… show me…?”
The giant chuckled. Releasing him, she pulled her arms through her dress sleeves and yanked the whole outfit off over her horned head. She tossed it aside.
“Oh, wow…”
Yudeka, bare before him, did away with the last of his resolve. Elliot wriggled forward on his knees until he was tight between her thighs. And with a primitive, animalistic eagerness, he planted his hands of her huge breasts.
“Oh… Yudeka!”
She leant back on her elbows, and Elliot positioned himself over her. It was a strange angle of entry, but a bit of wiggle on both their parts made up the difference. Elliot slid down through her pubic hair and found her. He entered her.
Elliot held tight to Yudeka’s grand body as he began to make love to her. As he’d anticipated, there was extra room to work with. But her folds were wet and warm, and her recesses took his length without his worrying that he was hurting her. He swam in her, bathed in her. Magnificent.
“Y-Yes!” Elliot grunted. “Oh… yes!”
He leaned over her, pressing his stomach against her pubis, and sank his face into the giant’s breasts. He kissed their exquisite softness and ran his teeth over her nipples. He buried himself between them. A pillow fit for a king.
And Yudeka celebrated with him. She put a hand on his back to hold him in place and encouraged him to mate her harder. Her grunts of pleasure were deep and soulful. She rocked against his thrusting and consumed him.
Elliot sang into her cleavage. A part of his mind recognised the ridiculousness of this situation. He barely knew this woman. She was his captor. And yet, she’d been all he had seen these past four days. He’d gotten to know her well. He knew her taste in books, her favourite food. He’d seen her naked twice now. And she was undeniably beautiful, filled with the sort of otherworldly beauty only a woman like her could provide.
And it had only been four days. The fighting wouldn’t start for another three, if it even did. He could really take his time figuring out how to have sex with her.
Yudeka’s grunting turned to open-mouthed moaning. Elliot felt hot breath in his hair as she held him close and devoured his cock. He clung to her breasts and kissed them, gasped between them. Climax roared in his belly, and he didn’t withhold it.
“I…!” he groaned. “I’m gonna…!”
“Yudeka! It is time! Bring him down to the chamber!”
Both he and the giant fell stock still at the rumbling voice from up the corridor. Elliot looked past Yudeka’s breasts and saw her expression. Her eyes and mouth were wide with shock. Elliot’s cock was still inside her dripping pussy.
After a few moments of silence, it was clear the Sorceress was not going to emerge. Yudeka looked from the gaol corridor down into Elliot’s eyes. She raised a hand, turned it about. ‘Quickly.’
Elliot began to rut with abandon. He kept his grunting as quiet as possible, but his hips slapped against the giant’s green excess over and over. Yudeka’s fingers dug into his back as she held him inside her, encouraged his speed and passion.
“Yudeka!”
Pressure building… Blood singing…
“If he is causing you trouble, dear, I shall come up and assist!”
Yudeka let out a shout of frustration. She slapped a hand over her eyes. And, with the strength of ages, she pushed Elliot back and out of her.
“No…!” he gasped. “I-I’m so close!”
She offered him a sympathetic smile. Then she lifted her beautiful, green body from the floor and padded over to her clothes. Elliot watched her dress and wondered if he could jerk himself off before the Sorceress killed him. But in the end, Yudeka gestured for him to follow. He was out of time.
“This is really awkward,” he said as he pulled up his breeches with difficulty. His cock was a ludicrous tentpole perpendicular to his hips. He laughed. “What do you think? Is me being incredibly turned on going to help or hinder my negotiation with the Sorceress?”
Yudeka chuckled. She ruffled his hair, then tugged him in for a hug. Elliot put his arms around her, as best he could.
“Thank you for trying,” he whispered into her chest. “I had a lot of fun.”
“Yudeka! I am serious!”
The giant rolled her eyes. Then she was pushing him towards the stairwell at the end of the gaol. An eerie, pink light shone from below.
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Ewan Stone 
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