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  “Is that what I do to you?” I asked in a low tone.

  Erin nodded frantically as she breathed heavier, edging herself closer and closer, but I wasn’t done with her, not yet. This was the first time I’d gotten to be intimate with Erin, and I wanted it to last. I wanted her to feel good, and I wanted to be the one to bring her over the cusp.

  So, I gently pulled her hands away from her breasts and took the time to really drink her in. Her sweet lips formed a kiss swollen pout, and she was flush all over her body. Her nipples had gone from a dusty rose color to dark pink from being toyed with.

  “Mm, just fuck her already,” Ashla teased, and I saw she was still watching us over her shoulder as she rubbed herself.

  I could hear how slick she was, and I couldn’t wait to get my tongue on her.

  I let go of Erin, grabbed my cock, and gave it a few quick strokes before I teased the tip of it over her clit as she positioned herself. When she finally sank down onto me, I swore I saw stars explode behind my eyes.

  Erin was tight like a vice around my shaft, and my fingertips squeezed her hips as I moaned. Having my cock constricted like this was almost too much, and I could have released right there, but that wouldn’t have been any fun.

  Ashla observed us with parted lips as her fingers continued to dance over her clit, and her motions were becoming more and more desperate.

  I tipped my head back again, and she readjusted to straddle my face. Suddenly all I could see, smell, and taste was Ashla’s arousal. Her lips were just as dark pink and ready as I imagined them, and her hips jerked as I took my initial sample of her delicious juices.

  “Gryff,” the girls moaned in unison, then dissolved into their own little mewls and moans that were uniquely them.

  As I delved my tongue into Ashla’s ready pussy, Erin started to move on top of me. Her wet lips dragged up the length of my cock, then back down again at a slow, steady pace at first. Then she built up momentum, and I thought I would lose my Maker given mind.

  Erin felt wonderful. She rode me as though it would save her life to please me. Up and down she bounced, and the sound of our skin smacking together became mixed with the chorus of moans that filled the bathroom, and no doubt the rest of the inn.

  I could be a discreet lover, but it was evident to me now more than ever my girls couldn’t. Not that I minded at all. I loved vocal appreciation, even if it drew attention. It was proof I knew what I was doing and that my lovers were leaving my side satisfied.

  Ashla’s legs shook the more I explored her with my tongue. Her lips were swollen, and her clitorus was hard with arousal. I thought she might come soon. It certainly felt like she would with the way she clenched her hold around my tongue with each exploratory taste, and oh, she tasted sinfully divine. Ashla was like a foreign delicacy that only cropped up in some obscure shop on the side of the road, but it was the best dessert anyone could find. She was unbelievably sweet, and the feel of her cheeks jiggling against my chin as she fucked my tongue was a sensation I hadn’t known I needed more of until now.

  Then I felt Ashla clench, and I saw her go rigid. I was ready to drink her, and accept all she wanted to offer me, and I did. She came with a hard, shuttering cry that vaguely resembled my name, and her juices flowed into my waiting mouth. I took in all of her, save for the small bit that dribbled from the corners of my lips. Then I hummed as I lapped up what remained, and Ashla convulsed with overstimulation.

  When she stepped back and brought her leg over, she wobbled and gripped the counter again for balance, then turned to watch Erin take my cock like a champion.

  “Mm, he’s so good, Erin,” Ashla purred as she sank to her knees.

  I wasn’t sure if it was because she couldn’t stand any longer, or because she wanted a closer look. Either way, it was pretty hot to think about.

  “Y-yeah,” Erin stuttered as she panted. Her hips rolled as she continued to ride me up and down, and that was a sight to behold. Seeing Erin so flushed, breasts bouncing and pussy dripping … I had to close my eyes again. The sight was too beautiful, and I wondered why I waited so long to be with her.

  When I opened them again seconds later, Ashla had crawled over to Erin on all fours and offered me the perfect view of her ass as well as her dripping pussy. She continued until she settled over my legs and wrapped her arms around Erin’s smaller frame. Then Ashla cupped the mimic’s breasts and ever so lightly tweaked her nips.

  As soon as Ashla did this, Erin choked out a moan that left her gasping. Her thighs tightened, and I felt her clench my cock even tighter.

  “Oh, sensitive,” Ashla purred and locked eyes with me over Erin’s shoulder.

  “Why don’t you help her with that?” I smirked as I sat back on my elbows and watched the show I was about to receive.

  Without breaking eye contact, Ashla took her index fingers and thumbs and lightly tweaked Erin’s nipples simultaneously. She was able to earn herself a shuddering breath that Erin clearly had to work to control, but once Ashla did it harder and faster, Erin couldn’t keep up the charade.

  The click of the barbels on Ashla’s fingers was like a countdown to Erin’s orgasm. As she melted back against Ashla, I gripped her hips, maybe tight enough to bruise her, and grunted as shot after shot of my hot seed sprayed up into her womb.

  Erin was already close to climax, but her eyes opened wide when she felt me fill her, and then her tight walls clamped down on me like a vice and her body shook like a humming bird’s wings while she screamed.

  The three of us stayed locked like that for almost half a minute, with Erin’s body tortured by the endless amount of cream I pumped into her while Ashla teased her nipples. Then the last bit of me leaked out into her, and her trembling stopped.

  “I told you he was good,” Ashla teased a few moments after we had all relaxed, and she kissed Erin’s forehead with a smile.

  “You weren’t kidding,” Erin laughed breathlessly as her eyes locked with mine. “I couldn’t have imagined a better first time.”

  Chapter 2

  Famished as I’d been when we arrived in Ralor’s Stead, I ended up going to sleep that night without heading downstairs for some dinner. I was just too sore, tired, and most of all, completely satiated.

  The next morning I woke up in a particularly good mood. I’d had my suspicions Erin was a virgin, but I never would have thought it was true. It was my first time taking someone’s innocence, so to speak, and it was in a threesome of all things. A grin spread across my lips as I recalled the previous night. I wasn’t sure the shower really did all that much to clean me up. If anything, I thought it only made me more dirty, but that was more than okay with me.

  I rolled over and looked out the window. Through the copper panes, I could see the trees on the hills that overlooked the little mining town and a bright blue and pink sky to accompany the rising sun. Though the sunrises in Varle from atop the Academy tower in Sleet’s office were a sight to behold, nothing beat seeing the sun rise up over the trees in the Wilds. There was so much more life to it, or so it seemed. It was something I took for granted before I made my residence in the Varle Enclave. Now, even though I will always miss the hot baths and softer beds the Academy had to offer, I found I cherished every moment I could outside the walls.

  I wasn’t sure how long I’d been lying in my bed before I heard a knock on my door. It was a soft knock, as though whoever was on the other side was afraid they might actually wake me.

  I shook my head and climbed out of bed slowly. My body was still sore, and I made a mental note to take a look through what stash of tonics and potions we carried to see if there was something for general aches. Sex on the floor was great, but on the flip side, it was not the brightest idea I’d ever had in my life.

  With a groan, I dragged my sheet with me to cover myself, just in case I should look a little bit decent, and unlocked the door. On the other side stood Varleth with his arms crossed and a shocked expression on his face.

  “I didn’t
think you’d actually answer,” he admitted.

  “Why?” I chuckled and tightened the sheet around my waist. I wasn’t ashamed of myself or anything. Quite the opposite, in fact.

  “Nothing,” Varleth faltered, “you just never came down for dinner last night. Thought you might have died or something.”

  There was something strange about Varleth, but I chalked it up to being burnt out. I could see why he would be. He’d barely gotten any chance to rest since we rescued him and Braden from the Animandu in the Narufey.

  “You can’t get rid of me that easily,” I replied cheekily. “So, what’s up?”

  “Just came to see if you were alive enough to make it down for breakfast,” he responded. “If you’re not though, I’ll understand. You’re likely still full from your meal last night.”

  I was about to argue I hadn’t eaten anything when I realized he was one-hundred percent not referring to actual food and was instead talking about my rendezvous with Erin and Ashla. I had enough dignity left to blush at that, and I laughed sheepishly.

  “How about that breakfast, huh?” I said before I shut the door enough to throw on my pants and my undershirt. Then I slung my bandolier over my arm, too. I didn’t expect there to be any action outside of more underhanded jabs from Varleth, but better to be safe than sorry.

  Besides, what good was a summoner if they didn’t have monsters on them to summon?

  I popped my head back out the door in less than a minute, then shut it behind me as I fell into step beside Varleth.

  “I take it you went to dinner, then?” I asked to make small talk.

  “I’d just missed it, actually,” Varleth admitted. “I fell asleep for a little while, and then I had to hear your shenanigans for Maker knows how long.”

  I laughed and rolled my eyes. “You probably enjoyed it,” I joked.

  “I’m not even going to honor that with a proper response,” Varleth scoffed and rolled his eyes.

  I snorted in triumph. Even if what I said wasn’t true, he didn’t bother to defend himself, so I was going to take it as a win for me.

  “I came down shortly after Maron closed up the kitchen for the night,” Varleth continued. “Managed to con him into a piece of bread at least.”

  “He never used to be so stingy,” I replied. “I wonder if it has something to do with the monster attack here last year.”

  Varleth quirked an eyebrow in curiosity as we descended the stairs to the tavern floor.

  “A rift opened up here?” he pondered aloud, and I nodded. “That would explain a lot of the excess copper.”

  “That’s what I thought, too,” I confirmed. “So much copper in this small of a hub town … ”

  “It’s a sign their materials are spread too thin,” Varleth finished as he leapt off the bottom step and turned to face me. “This is where Sleet found you, right?”

  “Aw, you do listen when I talk,” I mock cooed.

  Varleth smirked. “Only because it’s hard to ignore your grating voice.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, this is where he picked me up,” I reaffirmed. “It feels like it was a lifetime ago.”

  “I know the feeling,” my friend added, and he led me over to a table toward the front of the building, away from people, but still close enough that we weren’t considered anti-social.

  “Where did he find you?” I asked.

  I knew Varleth had traveled with gypsies for a long while, but I didn’t know a lot of the finer details. Varleth was a generally private person, though, so I wasn’t going to pry the answers out of him if he didn’t want to give them up. However, it seemed since we managed to escape the rift in Bedima, our relationship had changed drastically for the better. He was willing to open up to me more, which was nice.

  Braden was a great friend, one of the best a guy could ask for in fact, but there were just some things we couldn’t relate on. There was nothing wrong with that of course, but it was nice to have someone to talk to who could relate to similar struggles I faced growing up in the wilds.

  We took our seats and waited for the barmaid to ask what we wanted for breakfast. When Maelor and I had been here, Anya was the barmaid, and she wooed all the men who were about to head out for a long day of labor in the mines or the nearby hillside.

  I had hoped to see her this morning, but that wasn’t the case.

  Only seconds after we sat down, Maron strode over to us. Then he put his hands on his hips and pursed his lips as though he was reluctant to take our order.

  “Mornin’, Maron,” I greeted pleasantly. I still wasn’t sure why he’d been so cold to me before, but I guessed it was probably because of his daughter. At any rate, I was determined to not let it bother me.

  Maron grunted in response, then nodded to Varleth.

  “Whatcha havin’?” he asked as he chewed on his bottom lip.

  “Coffee with a plate of eggs and sausage, please,” Varleth answered kindly, then looked to me.

  Maron nodded, hesitated, but then did the same.

  “I’ll have the same,” I replied. Admittedly, I wanted some potatoes, but I didn’t want to make things even weirder between Maron and me. He already seemed to have some kind of issue with me, so I thought it was best to keep my head low.

  Again, Maron nodded, and without another word, he strode back toward the bar. He waved at a couple of men who were here to start their day off right with some breakfast, and then he disappeared behind the bar.

  I looked around at the tavern now that I was rested a bit more, and I kind of wished I hadn’t, because now I was truly able to see the state this place had succumbed to. Sure, the hole in the floor was fixed, and there wasn’t a speck of dust on anything, but where there had once been an abundance of mirth and chatter at all hours were now only whispers and quiet chuckles. There was also something cold in the dim lighting that emitted from the oval bulbs on the ceiling. I used to find it ambiant and warm, but that wasn’t the case anymore.

  This place had once been inviting, but now the air was stale with the stench of depression and fear. It wasn’t uncommon for towns that suffered from monster attacks to have a hard time bouncing back to the way things were, but I’d always believed Ralor’s Stead was above this kind of darkness. Everything seemed so positive and bright when I left, despite the attack.

  What the hell had happened here?

  “Have you started to decipher anything yet?” Varleth asked as he leaned against the wall and propped his leg up on the chair. He rested his elbow on his knee, and it was the most casual I’d ever seen him look.

  “Not yet,” I replied, and I shook away my curiosity for the time being. “I’m surprised Ashla hasn’t, though.”

  He cocked an eyebrow. “She has an interest in them?”

  I nodded as I leaned back in my seat. I might as well settle in and get comfortable. We had a lot of waiting to do while the others showed up.

  “She said as much anyway,” I explained. “She and her mercenary group put a hold on taking any military requests to seek them out.”

  “I wonder why,” Varleth hummed without making eye contact. Instead, he seemed fixed on nothing in particular across the room.

  “I would imagine for the same reasons as you or I,” I countered. “We want peace between monsters and humans, to live in a world where we don’t have to worry about being slain while we pick fruit for dinner.”

  Varleth chuckled at my analogy, but nodded all the same.

  “That is the truth. I wonder if such a place exists,” he added dreamily.

  “I’m sure there is,” I assured him with a hint of a smile on my lips. “We’ll get there someday.”

  The banisher opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off when Maron placed two polished mugs of coffee on the tabletop, followed by two identical plates of food and forks.

  I expected him to leave after he set them in front of us, but he didn’t. His head bowed low as he stared blankly at the table, and his arms hung loosely at his sides.
r />   “Is something wrong?” I asked him quietly. If there was, I didn’t want to draw a big crowd over it.

  “I owe you an apology,” Maron mumbled after a moment.

  “An apology?” I blinked. “What for?”

  “I should have been honest with you from the moment you walked in the door,” Maron stated. “The truth is, Anya … ”

  He trailed off, and his jaw clenched as he tried to keep his emotions in check. With his fists balled tightly at his sides, he finally huffed and righted himself.

  “Anya left home shortly after you did,” Maron pressed on. “She said it was to find more resources to help rebuild the town. I let her. Sales were declining, and we mined all of the copper we could find to rebuild what we could.”

  “But it wasn’t enough,” I cut in. “So, she went off to find something else?”

  Maron nodded. “She wrote me as she traveled. I still have her letters locked up in my writing desk. She was supposed to come home a couple weeks ago, but … ”

  “What happened?” I asked slowly. I already had a hunch, and I felt a lump in my throat as I swallowed thickly and prepared myself for what I was about to hear.

  “Her last letter was from the Hartmire Enclave,” Maron choked out.

  I stood quickly when I saw his shoulders heave, and he covered his mouth. Then I grabbed a nearby chair and helped him settle into it as he completely broke down.

  Anya, from what I could recall, was the only family Maron had left. His wife and parents had died from illness at different stages in his life. His daughter and this tavern were the only things he had now, and he’d lost her.

  “I’m so sorry.” I frowned deeply and placed a firm, comforting hand on his shoulder. The few gentlemen who had been eating nearby stared awkwardly, and they finally left after throwing a few gold coins on the table.

  I wondered if this was a recurring thing, Maron breaking down in front of customers like this. I didn’t mind. Maron was like an old friend, but I felt like there was something more he wasn’t ready to divulge.