Chapter 8: Forest, Frustration, and Forced Sex!

"Jeez Sammy-Boy, what crawled up your ass?" Berta says, seemingly more sober than she was before the escapade. "Oh I don't know, how about the fact that people now recognize me?! That isn't exactly a good thing you know! That's like giving a letter to a guy who mugged you!" I angrily shout back. "And don't call me that, Eryne does it enough, I don't need you to do it too!" I add. "Calm down, the encounter has you riled up, just... relax..." the elf speaks up. "What would you know of my daily routine hmm? All you do is dance around like a maniac on stage, playing some stupid wooden trash!" I retort.

 

"Oh? You want to go there? How about dealing with men and women alike hitting on you every day? How about just scraping by on a shitty salary because an inn refuses to pay you more? How about moving every day because you can't settle down in one fucking place? HUH?! DO YOU THINK I HAVE IT EASY?! THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO HAVE IT A LOT HARDER, SO SHUT YOUR THIEVING MOUTH!!!" the Elf girl shouts, tears streaming down her face. "BOTH OF YOU JUST SHUT UP!!!" Berta angrily shouts.

 

"No! You shut up Berta! People wouldn't pick on you, people don't call you a conniving little bastard based on your appearance! You have it easy! Everyone loves you!" I yell back. "Sam, I'm going to advise you to shut your fucking mouth. You have no idea what I've been through my whole life. Living in a village where everyone around you teases you and fondles with you because you're a woman of the Gods. Because you were the one who ran the only church for miles, and everyone had some fucking priest fetish! I got stronger so I wouldn't have to go through that shit! And so I could stop that from happening to others! Don't tell me my life was easy when you know nothing of me!" Berta shouts in response. Tears fill her eyes, as she begins to cry. The Elf breaks into sobbing as well, and soon I can't hold back.

 

I cry harder than I ever have before. I face Berta, who has crumpled into a kneeling heap on the floor, her head in her hands. "Berta... I'm *sniff* so sorry, I never knew. I-I just assumed you've always had someone there for you," I say, unable to hold back the hot droplets flowing from my eyes. "Sammy... I mean Sam, I shouldn't have said what I did. I don't want others to think I'm weak, so I always act so tough. The truth is... I'm just compensating for my past life," she replies, taking her head out of her palms.

 

"You there, what's your name?" I ask the elf sincerely. "M-Me? My name is Mar- I mean Mercelline," the elf says. "I'm sorry for what I said. No one's life is truely easy, and I shouldn't have judged you as hard as I did," I say, apologizing for my earlier comments. "I-I'm sorry for calling you a thieving bastard... and for judging you to be some sex-craved deviant," she responds.

 

After a while, the heated tension in the air begins to fade, and the sobbing that once filled the air, has vanished. "So, Mercelline, have you met Berta before? No one really hangs out with her the first time they meet her... no offense to you Berta," I say. "Oh... yes, I have. It was a few years ago, at some inn. She was drunk and approached me, telling me my playing was the best she's ever heard. One thing led to another... and she ended up getting me drunk. That obviously led to her bedding me, but I was too nervous to confront her in the morning, so I left," the Elf says. "Waaaait... 'bedding her?' Does that mean... you're a futa?" I ask seriously. "Uuuuhmm... not exactly..." she says. "Oh for- 'she' is a man. Mercelline, or should I say 'Marc', poses as a female, probably for more audience attention," Berta says, revealing Marc's secret. This causes him to blush a deep shade of red.

 

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not a homosexual, it's just like Berta said... I do it for better tips and more audience. And... well... girl's clothing feel a lot better than men's... so I dress like a female..." Marc blurts out, his speech studdering like crazy. "Oy, I don't have a problem with it, but maybe let me know before I rush in saving you and lead you on a guard-chase," I say, realizing I went through a ton of shit just to find him in the first place.

 

"Okay... soooo... now that we're here, what are we going to do?" Marc asks. "Well, since I doubt no one has visited this place in years, I think it would be pretty wise to take it over, maybe make it a stash hideout, as well as a place that we can come to whenever we want," I suggest. "Sure, and how about anyone we like, or has no where else to go, can stay here too?" Berta adds.

 

"Sure... Marc, how about you? You seem like you don't enjoy traveling everyday, so how about we let you stay here if you agree to help us clean it up and keep it nice?" I ask. "S-sure, I guess... but don't expect me to do everything," Marc replies, agreeing to the suggestion. "Sweet! Then it's settled! We can start tomorrow by getting this place dusted and cleaned up a bit!" I exclaim. "Uhmm, guys? It's dark out, we should probably head home... Eryne might have left, and we did sort of abandon her..." Berta says. "Oh shit, I completely forgot! C'mon Marc, you're staying with us tonight, to repay for the trouble I caused you of course," I tell him, not taking no for an answer. "Okay then, let's get going, I'm tired as hell!" Marc states.

 

We make our way back to the guild, doing our best to stray from the eyes of guards and civilians alike. We stop at the entrance to the guild's secret passage, and I knock on the door. "What *hic* is the password?" a light, drunken voice states. I quickly look both ways then whisper "The Devil's Gift." "Sam? Is that you?! Fuck you man! You left me hangin' at the bar! I got into a fight too! Where were you?! Banging everyone in sight?!" the voice shouts, which begins to sound familiar. "Eryne?" I ask. "Yes dumbass! Who else did you go to a tavern with?" Eryne retorts. "Look, I'm sorry I left, can you just let us in?" I ask, looking both ways to make sure no one is looking at the skirmish. "Us?! Is Berta there too?! Take it easy on the alcohol next time you lug of booze!" Eryne says.

 

"Sure! I'll let you in if you plan on blowing me!" she adds. "What?! Not a chance lizard-breath!" I respond. "Well, good luck finding another entrance!" Eryne says, chuckling at the end of her sentence. I look at Marc, who is giggling silently, then Berta, who is grinning ear-to-ear. "Fuck it, fine, I'll blow you, just let us in before someone notices us!" I respond in frustration. Dammit, why did Eryne have to have door-duty today of all days?!

 

"Heh, alright Sammy-Boy, you better not wuss out on me," Eryne taunts as she opens the door. "Whatever, Marc, Berta, go to... wherever the hell you two are sleeping, just don't peep, or I 'will' pull the daggers, got it?" I say in a grumpy tone. "Sure, c'mon Marc, you can sleep in my room," Berta says, tugging on Marc's arm. We all walk into the central plaza, then head towards our dorm. "Hey, Martha!" Eryne shouts to a blue-haired Succubus. "It's your turn for the door!" she says before approaching our room. Walking in, I see Mika lying asleep on the couch, covered in... silken strips?! I don't bother thinking about it, figuring it might solve itself tomorrow.

 

Eryne leads me into her room, while Berta and Marc walk into the Amazon's room. I swear I can hear them snickering before the door to Berta's room shuts. "So *hic* slave-boy, how do you want to approach this?" Eryne says, quickly seating herself on her bed.. "As quick as possible, I reaaaaally don't want to look at your snide face either, so think of something you alcoholic asshole," I rudely respond. Eryne smacks me upside the head, causing me to flinch slightly. "That's no way to talk to your master!" she spurts out. "Fuck you! You aren't my master! You're some scaly bitch who bribed entry for a blowjob!" I shout, punching her in the arm.

 

"Well, fine. Just lay back, I'll take it from there," Eryne says, her tone becoming more serious. "I swear to the Gods, if you're plotting something, I WILL torture you!" I say, making sure I let Eryne know I'm not messing around. "I won't, I won't, just calm down," she retorts. With a frustrated sigh, I quickly take off my clothes and lie down on the bed. Eryne does the same, and hovers her crotch over me. Her face looms over my waist as she begins to fondle with my flaccid dick.

 

"Well Sam, what are you waiting for? Put it in your mouth already," Eryne commands. "You first, I don't trust you when you're intoxicated," I respond. "Fine, no need to be grumpy," Eryne says as she begins to stroke the base of my cock. As her ministrations begin, I take her semi-erect dick into my mouth. I feel the scales on my tongue, sliding with ease through my mouth. She suddenly drops, causing roughly half of her dick to force its way into my mouth. I spit the appendage out, and tell the lizard that one more action like that won't be easily forgiven.

 

I take the tip back into my mouth, making sure to make this as slow as possible for the lizard. "Hurry it up Sammy-Boy," she says, taking my dick out of her mouth. "Zip it, you're the one who thought it would be funny to choke me with that... thing," I retort. I slowly pull her waist back into my mouth, beginning the oral action once again. My head bobs up and down on the shaft, making sure to go at a gentle pace. Eryne puts her mouth over the tip, and begins stroking the base. I know Eryne is planning something, but I decide to wait until she tries whatever she has in store to confront her about it.

 

That is, until I feel one of her fingers trailing to my balls. She places both of my nuts in her hand, fondling with them gentley. Her fingers then trail down once more, reaching the entrance to my ass. Fuck no, I am NOT letting her go that far. I buck my hips up, roughly thrusting my dick into her mouth. The finger that was once pressed against my anus leaves, causing me to smile deviously. "She's got more coming, that's for sure," I think to myself.

 

Sam has further punishment in store, what should it be?

 

A. Completely ignore her cock, and focus on her asshole

B. Finger her pussy roughly while sucking her off

C. Be as gentle and slow as possible, torturing her with gentle ministrations

 

>Combination A & C

 

I take Eryne's cock out of my mouth. "You want to play? I wasn't fucking around when i said 'no funny-business'," I say, sliding her erect shaft under me. "You won't like this oooooone bit... or maybe you will? But you WILL suffer," I threaten, as a spread the dragon's scaled ass cheeks apart. "Oh come on I was just fooling around!" Eryne whines. "Now that I think about it, I'm getting tired of your yapping too," I say as I close my eyes and concentrate on her mouth.

 

A silk thread wraps around her head, causing her to thrash and muffle in protest. "You want more?! Stay still or I'll leave you like this!" I shout. Her movement stops, and she calms down. "Thank you Mika for that lesson," I think to myself, smiling slightly. "Now, time to get to business," I say, fully spreading her cheeks apart. Her anus contracts every now and then, almost cutely, like a little tunnel opening and closing.

 

I take a long, drawn-out lap at her ass. The salty taste covers my tongue, and I can see why Berta put so much effort into it yesterday! I give her anus another long lick as she shifts slightly in position, muffling through the strap. The pacing never changes, as Eryne cannot do anything to stop her pleasure-filled torment. The licking drags on, and I find myself enjoying it as it continues.

 

Eryne is panting furiously through the make-shift gag, but I know for a fact she isn't even close to orgasm yet. My lapping continues at the same speed as before, and I almost begin to pity Eryne. Just imagining the hellish torture of a slow orgasm is enough to make me shudder. "Hey, put yourself to good you and stroke me while I do this," I demand. She follows without hesitation, moving her hands onto my erect penis.

 

She strokes slowly at first, until I tell her not to follow my footsteps. "You're the one whose powerless in this situation, don't think you can turn the tides," I tell her, making sure I get across that I'm the alpha right now. I hear her attempt a sigh through the rag, which generates a chuckle from me. I begin to lick once more, lapping at the salty hole.

 

I decide enough is enough, and I work my tongue into her ass. I hear a muffled cry come from her as her hands release their grip on my dick. "Did I tell you to stop?" I ask snidely. She groans, placing her hands back on my waist and roughly jacking it off. I place my hands back on her cheeks in response, sticking my tongue back inside her anus. I go a bit deeper this time, grinding my slick appendage in and out of her ass. I feel my tongue hit something thick, and witness Eryne tremble slightly. "Fuck yeah, it's time for the main event," I think to myself. I reach my tongue over to the bulge and lick at her prostate roughly, but not enough to cause an orgasm instantly.

 

The oral assault continues, as I continue to gently brush my tongue against her prostate. I'm surprised she hasn't orgasmed by now, is she actually holding out? What does she have to prove anyway? Damn dragon pride, I'll make sure she doesn't last much longer! I shove my tongue in as far as I can make it go. Eryne practically screams out in pleasure, and she pushes back against me, as if saying "Please! Go further!"

 

With one last thrash of my tongue, I feel Eryne's seed begin to pour out onto my chest. She moans into the air, only to fall down, ass hanging out. Jets of semen pour out from her cock, coating my stomach with the hot cum. I pull my tongue out of her anus, and with a satisfied wipe of my mouth, I get up. I realize I never got any release, but it wasn't exactly in my plans anyway. I untie the gag from her mouth, and order her to lick the cum off of my chest. She gets up, turns around, and does so. She gives me a sympathetic look while she laps her seed off of my abdomen. When she finishes, I get up and walk out of her room.

 

I approach my room, and open the door. I shut it, and flop straight onto my bed. Berta and my room are separated by a wall, and a rather thick one too. Across the dorm, I can hear a bed rocking, no doubt Berta and Marc having "I haven't seen you in a while, so let's bang," sex. "Great, I was just denied immediate rest, now these two are going to fuck... juuuuuust perfect," I sarcastically mutter to myself. I eventually fall asleep, but only to the rhythmic spring of the bed.