Chapter 15

The sun had dipped behind the hills, and the last signs of twilight were fading into the violet sky. The road south of Rompelt was well maintained, a winding trail of packed dirt and pale stone, cutting through the gently rolling fields and farmlands. The wagon pulled off the main path, settling in beside a ring of stones where countless travelers before us must have camped.

The fire crackled low in the pit, throwing a soft orange light across the canvas of the wagon. Sparks leapt up and vanished into the dark, and the scent of burning pine drifted through the cool air. The warmth felt good after the long day’s ride.

Syli and Kaya couldn’t sit still. The moment Hazel had stopped the horses, they’d leapt from the wagon like coiled springs set loose. Now they were chasing each other around the campfire, laughing and growling, blurred streaks of white skin with blue fur and black skin with golden fur darting between the shadows. Every so often, Syli would lunge, her ice claws flashing with fire in the dark, and Kaya would vanish in a shimmer of shadow, only to reappear behind her and swipe at her tail. Their energy was endless, and after hours confined to the wagon, it was like watching lightning bottled and released.

The travel had been much longer and boring than any of us had anticipated, especially me. I had told them both no, told them we needed to respect Hazel’s wagon and her space, but I got so bored I gave in and fucked them both. We had to be very quiet, though. I wasn’t going to risk Hazel hearing us, and neither of the girls wanted to either. They took turns sitting on my lap, looking like nothing more than a cuddle if Hazel were to look back into the wagon, and taking turns riding my cock while I groped their bodies. Both of them ended up with wombs full of cum and an extension of their powers. I had to keep them covered in blankets when I filled them so the bright light of their empowering bodies didn’t catch Hazel’s attention.

I had leaned back against a smooth boulder near the fire. Neyla settled beside me, close enough that her thigh pressed against mine, the warmth of her green skin slipping through my clothes. One booted leg stretched toward the fire, her other knee pulled up loosely, arms draped over it. The firelight painted shifting shadows across her slim frame, highlighting the soft, small curve of her breasts beneath the tight leather, the lean muscles in her bare arms, and the sharp, lovely angles of her goblin features.

Her dark hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, a few wild strands escaping to frame her face, catching the glow of the flames and turning them almost crimson. She tilted her head back, letting the heat of the fire wash over her, her eyes half closed.

She glanced over at me, her glowing green eyes glinting in the firelight, her lips parted as if she was about to say something wicked, or maybe just smile. For a moment, I let myself enjoy the view, the softness of her body, and the strength in her limbs. Her lips curved in a sly smirk, and I knew she’d caught me looking.

“Think they’ll ever burn that energy off?” I asked, nodding toward the two girls as they raced around the clearing, a blur of fur and tails.

“They’ll tire themselves out eventually. Or kill each other trying. Either works.” Neyla looked over and nudged my shoulder.

“You don’t seem worried.” I chuckled, tossing a twig into the flames.

“If I start worrying about them, I’ll never stop.” She glanced at me, her eyes reflecting the firelight. “Besides, it’s good to see them like this, getting along. We have a lot of work ahead, Human, and a long road. Better for the two of them to bond now, rather than have everything fall apart on us later.”

“That’s true,” I said, watching Syli dive for Kaya and miss, the wolf girl skidding into the dirt.

“Plus it gives us more time to get comfortable,” Neyla continued, her hand sliding over to rest on my thigh.

Before I could answer, Hazel finished tying off the feed bags and patting down the horses. She gave each a quiet word and a final check of the harnesses before wandering over. Her fur caught the firelight, glinting warm amber and gold. She hesitated a moment, then lowered herself onto a flat stone across from us, her striped tail swishing behind her.

“Alright,” she said, exhaling and rubbing her hands. “Horses are happy, wagon’s set, and I’m officially off duty for the night.” Her tone was cheerful, but there was curiosity behind it. Her wide eyes darted between us, the firelight catching the dark mask around them. “So ... if you don’t mind me asking ... Why are you all heading to Sensluttia?”

I looked at Neyla, raising an eyebrow. She returned my glance, her lips quirking, and she nodded.

“Alright,” I said, “it’s probably better you know now, anyways.”

“Know what?” Hazel asked, leaning forward, her ears perked.

“I have been tasked by a Fairy to go to Sensluttia, that’s all I know.” I explained. “And along my journey, I picked up Syli, then Kaya, and lastly Neyla. All of them wishing to come with me on my quest.”

“A fairy?” Hazel asked, tilting her head. “As in, one of the magical kind? That’s amazing. And a bit terrifying.”

“Yup, I’ve had a few run ins with her, but each time she ensures I am on my way to Sensluttia.”

“Hmm.” Hazel frowned. “Sensluttia isn’t a place that is usually open to random travelers. It’s a kingdom of the high elves, unlike the woodland elves I’m sure you’ve seen in your travels. They are more refined, and more strict. And they value their privacy. Even as an apple trader, I am only allowed to their outer fields, and even those are closely monitored. There’s a lot of speculation about what goes on in the inner kingdoms.”

“What do you mean?” Neyla asked, her expression suddenly serious.

“Just what I said. Sensluttia is a private, secretive nation. Even the rumors and tales are scarce. Some say they have magic far beyond that of the woodland elves. Some say they’re cruel and ruthless, hunting and enslaving anyone who trespasses. Others say they’re kind and peaceful, that they simply want to be left alone.” She shrugged, her ears twitching. “Who knows? Whatever it is, there’s a lot of mystery around the place. And people who disappear into their borders rarely return.”

“Well, we’ll just have to deal with whatever happens,” I said, and gave her a reassuring smile. “And hey, I’m a human, that’s gotta count for something, right? Seems like not many people have seen my kind around here.”

“You might have a point,” she said, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “And it’s not like you can really turn back. The fairy will keep pushing you until you get there, right?”

“I made a deal, and I’m going to keep it,” I said, and looked into the flames.

“Well, the gods watch over you, Human,” Hazel said, and smiled. “But if I’m being honest, you seem like you can handle yourself. You’ve got a good pack, and a decent head on your shoulders. As long as you’re smart, and watch each other’s backs, I think you’ll do fine.”

“Thanks,” I said. “I hope so.”

We were silent for a long moment, the crackle of the fire filling the space between us. I watched the embers glow and fade, the wood popping and hissing, and the warmth sank into me.

“So what is the...” Hazel began and hesitated, her ears twitching. “Never mind.”

“Go ahead,” I said, looking up.

“Sorry, it’s just, what is the nature of your ... relationships with these girls?” She blushed, her tail curling. “You seem very close. Not that that’s bad! I’m not judging. I’m just curious. I’ve seen a lot of travelers, but most aren’t quite as affectionate as you all are. And it’s none of my business, and maybe a stupid question, and you don’t have to answer, I just was curious and...”

“It’s okay,” I said, smiling. “I don’t mind. We are affectionate with each other, and yes, the nature of our relationships is sexual.”

“Oh.” She blinked, and her blush deepened. “Is it just the one? I mean, are you exclusive with Neyla? Or, uh, all of them?”

“I’m actually the only one he hasn’t fucked,” Neyla laughed, and patted my leg.

“Oh. So you’re not together?” Hazel tilted her head. “But you uh ... cuddled in the back, and slept together ... and even now, you’re pretty close. I’m sorry, I’m not trying to pry, I’m just trying to understand. You all seem to care about each other a lot, and the way you speak is so comfortable.”

“I’m testing the waters with him,” Neyla said, and gave my thigh a gentle squeeze. “Not usually my type, but he’s growing on me. I guess you could say we’re in a courtship phase. Getting to know each other. Learning how things will work.”

“Oh.” Hazel’s ears twitched. “So the other girls, they...”

“We fuck,” Kaya said, suddenly behind the raccoon girl, her breath hot on her ear. “A lot. We ride his cock. We take his load. We worship his cock, his body, and his seed. He makes us stronger, and we love it. Don’t we, Bitch?”