Chapter 8

Negotiations didn’t take long at all. The promise of all the coin they found, and Iron Bars for all pretty much sealed the deal. Each bar would weigh about two hundred and twenty kilograms, making each bar worth four hundred and ninety silver coins or fifty gold coins each.

After negotiations concluded, they sat and ate while they discussed how they planned to take the keep. Morwen didn’t bother to dress again and took great pleasure in seeing Pelamar squirm and try to hide his erection. She wasn’t going to do anything to help him. He just wasn’t her type.

Eventually, Morwen called to have the Commander’s clothing brought down. He dressed and adjusted himself, and bid Morwen farewell. He said it would take him roughly a month to gather his men and return to the ship. Morwen wasn’t happy about that, but what could she do? This was a primitive world.

With so much time on her hands and little else to do, since the ship was well-stocked. She delegated certain crew to make sure the supplies stayed fully stocked. She went to Quiltran and told him she’d noticed a small stand of trees to the Northeast she wanted to explore.

“Those are the Cloakwoods, Milady,”Quiltran remarked. Morwen had no idea what significance that had, but assured Quiltran she would be careful. She made sure she had her spell book, her staff, and other necessities and told the crew she would return in a few days. Morwen thought a nice stroll in nature would be good for her emotional and mental health right now.

When Morwen got close to the edge of the small forest, it looked quite pleasant. Lush vibrant colors and not too densely packed. Several paths led off in different directions. She could see clearings not too far in and hoped it would be the norm as she planned to explore deeper than she could see right now.

By the time the sun began to set on her first day out, Morwen searched for a flat clearing. It wasn’t too difficult, and so she set her things down and gathered some rocks to make a fire pit of sorts. She collected kindling and some fallen branches for firewood.

Not having been a Girl Scout nor very handy with any outdoor techniques, she chose to start her fire magically. She undressed and folded her things and placed them against a tree stump that marked the center of the clearing. Then she stretched out languidly and laid back to enjoy the cool night air.

As she lay there, gazing up at the beautiful night sky and admiring the stars, her hands absently wandered over her nude form and played with her nipples, while the other fingered her slit. She had a relaxing orgasm in no time and drifted off to sleep. Morwen felt relaxed and at ease for once.

Morwen awoke to a crackling and hissing noise. It only took a moment for her Elvin eyes to adjust to the darkness. The ground around her fire pit was soaked. someone or something had doused it with water. Wisps of smoke still rose from the pit as she looked around, but found no one that might have done this.

The sound of a twig snapping made her turn quickly. But again, no one was there. Another snapping, then another. Someone was playing games, or intentionally trying to frighten her. Well, Morwen wasn’t having any of it. She stood at the center of the clearing and tried to draw mana in. Her markings began to glow. But just as quickly they faded, and Morwen gasped before falling into blackness.

It didn’t feel like she’d been out for long. It was still dark. However, she found that she was bound in rough tree bark. It was wrapped around her head, only leaving her eyes and nose exposed. Her arms were bound against her sides, her torso and her legs were also wrapped in the bark.

She began to struggle but was barely able to move. She felt the bark cut into her skin with each movement. Morwen heard a hollow, rasping laugh and stopped struggling. Someone was having fun at her expense, she wanted to know who. She would scream but her mouth was covered.

The fact that Morwen ceased her struggles must have surprised whoever was doing this because the laughter stopped. She felt herself being lifted. The branches binding her twisted and stretched. She was lifted into the air and turned. She saw as she was moved that the limbs were growing up out of the ground.

Morwen was turned until she was facing her campsite. Saw her cloak and small pack with rations lying against a tree stump. To her surprise, another limb shot out from the ground next to the stump grabbed her things, and shoved them off to the side. Seconds later a face formed on the stump.

The stump began to grow out of the ground until it was roughly five feet tall. Its features became malevolent. Deep-set eye sockets with furrowed brow, and a huge maw with jagged splinters for teeth. It began chomping and growling as it brought Morwen closer. It looked like she would be its supper.

The irony of a plant-eating a person was not lost on Morwen. However, just before she was to be chewed to death, she heard a soft musical tone, and the tree thing froze. Just off to the side of the clearing where her things lay, she saw a man walking towards her.

As he entered the clearing, she saw that he was just about five feet tall and looked heavily muscled. But there was something strange about him. The fact that he had a set of ram horns attached to the sides of his head gave Morwen the idea that he probably wasn’t human or elf.

His lower body seemed covered in fur, and his knees were bent the wrong way. He also had hooves. Morwen knew this kind of creature. They were popular in her old world. This was a Satyr. He approached, still playing his pipes, and gazed at Morwen in her predicament. The Satyr played a tune that consisted of some ear-splitting and out-of-tune notes. The effect of which caused the tree-thing to release her. Its limbs retreated into the ground and it shrunk back to a stump. He looked down at Morwen, lying naked on the ground, and smiled.

“That ... my lovely Drow,” he crooned, drawing out and rolling the R sound in Drow. “Was what we Fae call a Kampfult,” he squatted next to her and drew a wineskin from his belt. He took a drink and then offered some to Morwen, who gazed at him suspiciously.

Morwen slowly reached for the skin and took a small sip. The wine was nothing special. It had a fruity taste with an earthy after-tone. The Satyr continued. “They catch their prey and crush them to into pulp,” he said, gesturing with one hand that he clamped into a fist. “Then they suck your remains in to feed themselves.”

Morwen sat up now and sat cross-legged. She and the Satyr back his wineskin. “I am Morwen,” she stated, trying to sound a bit haughty. “Thank you for freeing me from that thing.” having some idea of what Satyrs represented, she hesitated to finish her thought.

“And I...” he was on his hooves in a flash and bowing at the waits, “Am Gig, of the Cloakwood,” his statement punctuated by a flourish of his hands. “A pleasure to meet you, Priestess,” Morwen shook her head and corrected him, stating she was a Priestess. Gig made a mock gesture of embarrassment, then squatted next to her again.

“What brings you to Ma Woods in the middle of the night?” he asked. There was a definite note of possession in his tone. “And all Skyclad at that. Are you perhaps looking for a late-night mating ritual?” Morwen was not surprised that this came up as quickly as it did.

Morwen narrowed her eyes at Gig and responded, “I was just out for a walk in the woods,” she claimed. “I plan to be back at my ship tomorrow.” Gig’s eyes widened at the mention of a ship.

“Oh!” he exclaimed. “And are there more lovely Priestesses aboard your SHIP?” he spat the last word as if it were a curse. Then sidled even closer and offered his wineskin again. Morwen declined.

“Why is it always the same with your kind?” she asked. “Don’t you think of anything besides sex?”

“Wine, women, and song,” Gig replied immediately. “I was born that way. We all were,” he stated in a matter-of-fact tone. “All Satyrs are male.” then his smile grew wide and self-satisfied. “And we’re blessed by the Gods with a stellar libido and never-ending endurance.” he winked at Morwen.

Morwen sighed. This Satyr was like a horny high-schooler. That thought drew her up short for a moment, wondering what a high-schooler was. She pushed the thought away. She was tired, she was sore and she was injured. She took a deep breath and called on her mana to cast healing. Her whole body glowed, with a brilliant blueish light. She heard Gig let out an astonished noise. “Oh!” he gasped aloud, “I wonder what that feels like.” He reached out and placed a palm flat against her abdomen. Instantly blue lightning coursed up his arm and engulfed his body. Gig let out a scream like a banshee, then fell away and lay on the ground. His fur was smoking and his skin was now bright red.

Morwen looked down at the fallen Satyr with a wide grin. She was about to berate him for his folly, but she quickly lost her smile and her words died in her mouth. The creature lying on the ground still had a broad smile on his face and his chest was rising and falling evenly.

The oddest thing about the situation was that his loincloth had fallen aside, and there now stood a matched pair of rather long, rather thick, and turgid penises. One was decidedly human, while the other was more akin to a grotesque mutation of a canine phallus.

Morwen didn’t know whether to be turned on or disgusted by the display. The human phallus was impressive, even by human standards. It stood above the creature’s body a full foot and was at least as thick as his forearm. The glans was exposed and was a deep purple color.

Prominent veins laced the shaft from root to glans. It seemed to throb as she gazed at it. The animalistic phallus had distinct canine features. There was a visible furry protrusion that the penis extended from. A sort of sheath. The erect penis had a rough-looking texture with veins running the full length.

It had a signature bulbous glans, or knot, and was thicker in the middle than it was toward the tip. The tip itself had another glans rather than a urethral process and an inverted corona. The glans was spiked. The spikes weren’t as solid and hard as they appeared. They were flexible and moved slightly.

Morwen had the strangest urge to grab hold of it and stroke it. To feel the spikes and squeeze the knot. Suddenly, Gig sat up, eyes wide and a smile still beaming on his face. “That was some intense foreplay,” he said, then whistled through his teeth. “I’m raring to go now!” he launched his body at Morwen.

Caught off guard, Morwen fell back on her behind and gaped as the Satyr fell upon her and began suckling her breasts. Both of his penises were trapped between him and her belly, and he was rubbing them against her skin. Aside from the suddenness and oddity of the situation, the rubbing felt good.

Morwen pressed her palms against his chest and shoved, forcing him to sit back. He looked down at her with confusion on his face. “What’s wrong Priestess?” he asked. “Did you just want to get to it then?”

Several emotions flashed across Morwen’s face until the meaning of what he’d said hit her. Morwen sighed. “You just want to fuck me, don’t you?” The Satyr’s grin came back and he nodded.

“So, do you want one in each?” he queried, “Or two in one?” his giggle almost made his roll off of her as it turned to hysterical laughter. The laughter stopped as Morwen punched him in the chest, sending him sprawling back. Seconds later she was astride his legs and had his shoulders pinned with her hands. “Now Look, you little Imp!” Morwen scolded. The grin on Gig’s face turned to a snarl, and he shouted back at her before she could go on.

“I’m not a FILTHY Fucking Imp!” he screamed up at her. He was baring his teeth now and looked genuinely angry. Morwen smiled, let one of his hands go, and gripped his human cock with it.

“Ok,” she began. “Calm down, or I’ll rip this one off of your body,” His snarl was instantly replaced with fear. “I’m in no mood to play games, with you or anyone else.” She sighed and squeezed his cock. “I’m into sex as much as anyone, maybe more. But you’re pissing me off!”

She let his other arm go and sat looking down at him. “You want to get laid?” she asked. “Well, I could use to let off some steam as well.” Then she leaned in close to his face, pulling on his cock as if to tear it off. “It’s my way or nothing,” she whispered in a tone that brooked no argument.

Gig just laid there, stunned, as Morwen got up and knelt next to him. Having had plenty of human or human-like cock, she chose to suck the canine-demon cock and stroke the other. As she lowered her head and took the tip of his weird member in, she realized that the spikes were indeed flexible.

They tickled the roof of her mouth and her tongue as she sucked. She also noted that there had to be something coating them, her mouth became numb, but not so numb that she lost all other sensation. She sang the length of it into her throat, stopping at the knot. She pulled back and began a rhythm.

Nothing could be heard from Gig except his heavy breathing and occasional gasps. His human cock was throbbing in her grip as she stroked. When the pulsing grew more intense and more frequent, and the knot on his animal cock began throbbing as well, Morwen knew what was coming. Literally.

Both cocks exploded at the same time. The issue was thin and watery, not thick and gelatinous like the cum she was used to. Morwen let out a surprised shriek and sat back. She tore off Gig’s loin cloth and used it to wipe her face. To her surprise, both cocks were still turgid.

“Unlimited Stamina!” Gig laughed. He tried to sit up but Morwen shoved him down again with a firm hand against his chest. “I could fight back you know,” Gig stated. Morwen turned to look at him with a challenge in her eyes and an upraised hand.

“And I could roast your head for supper!” she hissed. Her raised hand became bright with sacred fire. Gig’s body relaxed on the ground. It didn’t take Morwen long to decide her next course of action. She stood and straddled his body. She looked down at him and lowered herself toward his crotch.

The human phallus came into contact with her first. The tip of the cock touched her pussy lips and she hissed. There was something on his skin that made soft tissue tingle. She continued, accepting the head, and then began pushing the shaft in. A moment later the tip of the animal cock touched her sphincter. Morwen let out a shrill squeak. Not only did the cock at her anus make it tingle, but it felt hot as well. Through all of this Gig just laid there with a smile. Once the animal cock had entered her anus, Morwen took a deep breath and let her weight settle down.

To her utter chagrin, Morwen had forgotten about the knot at the end of the animal cock right up to the point that her weight forced it into her tight ass, and she yelped. Gig let out a peel of laughter grabbed her around the waist and began thrusting his hips upward.

Gig stomped his hooves against the ground and pushed. In a feat of great strength, he lifted himself with Morwen still impaled on his cocks. He gripped her waist tighter and pulled her in tight. His constant cackling and bleating began to reverberate, A sense of unease began to rise in Morwen.

The tables were turning and Morwen was panicking. It was a deep panic she hadn’t felt in a while. The same panic she’d dreamed about not long ago. Her breathing became labored and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. It felt like she was dying again.

Again? Had she died before? The sudden thought only added to her discomfort. Gig was holding her p by the waist and fucking her to death. She could feel both cocks growing inside of her with each thrust. It felt as if her insides were tearing and he was forcing his way up through her body like...

Like what? Morwen had a fleeting thought just before an image of a steel spike being shoved through a woman’s body from her ass up and out through her throat. Morwen let out a terrified scream that seemed to echo throughout the forest. Gig only laughed louder at that.

Moments later, as the pain became too intense and she felt as if the monstrous cocks inside of her might tear her body apart, oblivion took her. Suddenly, there was no pain, no pleasure, no longing no sound. Everything faded and Morwen felt ... Nothing.

Morwen awoke with a scream that pierced the night. She sat up in a panic and looked around. She was in the clearing she’d set up camp in. Her cloak was wrapped around her like a blanket, her belongings still resting against the tree stump, her fire still blazing in the pit, and warmth radiated from it.

Just as her heartbeat slowed and her breathing returned to normal, movement at the edge of the clearing caught her attention. Morwen gasped, pushed herself back against the stump, and began gathering mana, she held out her hand toward the noise, unsure exactly what she would do.

A small gray fox entered the clearing. It carried a scroll in its mouth. The scroll was nearly the size of the fox’s body. Or the fox was so small it was only minimally larger than a scroll. It ambled toward Morwen, slowly dropped the scroll in front of her, and then dashed off into the forest so fast she’d barely seen the movement.

Morwen picked up the scroll gingerly. It was tied with a piece of twine which she untied and set aside. She unrolled it and gazed at the unreadable text for a moment before her ability to read languages kicked in.

“That was a lot of fun, Priestess,” was the top line of the script. Morwen gasped but kept reading. “We should do that again sometime. I didn’t know until now how yummy a Drow’s body could taste.”

Morwen retched. It hadn’t been a dream. She’d been fucked to death by a Satyr in the forest and been brought back to life. Or had she simply been fucked so hard she’d fainted? The scroll was signed.

“With eternal lust and stamina, Gig Skiphorn.”

Morwen threw the scroll to the side hurriedly dressed and grabbed her belongings. She drowned the fire with a water spell and began running down the path back toward the ship. She’d walked most of the day to get there. It was still dark, but she thought daylight would come soon enough.

She hoped she would reach the ship before night fell again. When the forest eventually broke and she was now in open grasslands she headed straight toward the coast. Her chest was beginning to hurt. Her breathing was labored by the time she saw the coastline.

In the distance, she could see the masts of her ship far in the distance. Morwen stopped and dropped to the ground. She took a moment to catch her breath, then drank some wine and ate a few rations. She never looked away from the ship in the distance. Her ship? Quiltran’s ship, but hers to command.

Morwen shivered. She’d dealt with scary things many times in recent memory. Survived being eaten alive by a living chair. What had the crew called it? A Mimic. But this was different. This Satyr had been immune to all of her magic and had played her. It had pretended to be docile, and even scared of her. It had joked and laughed, right up to the point she was in its grasp.

It had played her, then attacked and fed on her fear to sate its lust. How was she to know that she couldn’t do anything to harm it? All of this was new, and she was learning things the hard way. Yes, she was learning, but one of these times the lesson might kill her.

Morwen finally calmed down and began walking. The sun was high in the sky now and the day was getting hot. She pulled her hood close and closed her cloak to protect against the heat. She’d eaten her fill of rations and was feeling a bit of a buzz from the wine. She wished he had a joint.

Morwen remembered that she’d quit using weed in her previous life, but remembered that she’d smoked out of panic and stress. She’d have to find out if they had something like marijuana here. She giggled as she thought of using magic to make a bong and enchant it.

Morwen finally reached the ship and stormed up the gangplank. She was me by Quiltran who expressed his surprise that she was back so soon. Needless to say, his face was a study in shock and disbelief when Morwen grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close.

She whispered in his ear, “Is there any weed aboard the ship? Quiltran shrugged and said he didn’t know what she meant. “Hemp Dammit!” she hissed. “Cannabis! Marijuana!” realization struck Quiltran and he nodded. “How much is here?” she demanded

“We keep several kilos on the grain locker below decks,” The ease with which he answered brought her up short. “You do seem a bit stressed Milady, Shall I prepare some for you?” Morwen nodded emphatically.

“Bring me four or five grams and a sturdy pipe,” she ordered. She released him and brushed down his tunic, apologizing for her rude behavior. “Also, some dried meat, cheese, wine, and some fresh fruit.” She headed to the hatch that led below decks. “Do I need to tell you I’ll be in my cabin and want no interruptions unless I ask for something?”

Quiltran shook his head and left to find the Quartermaster and the Cook. He made a general announcement that the Commodore was not to be disturbed for any reason. When the food and supplies arrived, Quiltran walked them down to Morwen’s cabin himself.

As he approached the cabin, he called out loudly instead of knocking. “Quiltran here Milady!” he stopped at the cabin door. “I’ve brought what you ordered.” The door swung open almost as soon as he finished speaking. Quiltran walked in and set the large tray on the map table at the center of the room.

Quiltran passed a hand over the foodstuff, naming each item, then at the other side he showed her a long pipe made of dragon bone carved by Halfling artisans. There was a brightly pained ash bowl. An oil lamp with a large receptacle sat at the far end. It had a built-in striker for easy lighting.

A long wooden match was laid next to the lamp. At the center of the tray was a bowl with familiar greenery in it. Morwen examined it closely and found no seeds or stems. She looked up and smiled at Quiltran. “Thank you so much,” she said. Her voice positively dripping with appreciation.

Morwen leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “Now, Quiltran,” she said. “Be an absolute darling, Make sure I’m not disturbed.” she she looked out the porthole and saw that the sun was setting. “Tomorrow afternoon, bring me more of everything here. She smiled and gently stroked his cheek.

“Oh, and Quiltran,” she said as an aside as he was moving to exit the cabin. “Do let me know when Pelamar returns.” With a nod, Quiltran left and Morwen got up to bar the door. She stripped naked and ate a juicy apple while preparing the pipe. She lit it, took a deep drag, and sighed. She sat back and relaxed at last.