Chapter 5: Rain

Faoril – Asunow Princedom, The Princedoms of Zeutch

The rain hammered my rain cloak, beating the oiled canvas. Water dripped off the peak, falling onto my saddle. It didn’t help. The rain was too heavy. The road drank it in like the driest earth after a monsoon, becoming sodden, thick.

I didn’t care.

It was hard to care about anything after what happened an hour ago. I could still smell the reek of burning flesh, like it clung to us. The roar of the dragon’s flames crackled through my mind. The single gout of breath that incinerated a hundred soldiers, Prince Gruber of Kivnar, and his master mage. The mage hadn’t had a chance. He was dueling me when the dragon attacked. One moment, I was fending off his elemental attacks, the next he blazed with the others.

Dominari...

She was huge. I had studied dragons. They were rare. Most had been exterminated centuries ago. They lurked in the far corners of the world, eking out their existence. Only Dominari was bold enough to seize the Despeir mountains, the border between the civilized world and the dark Empire of Shizhuth to the east. She had claimed the mountains, established her desolation by burning down cities, towns, and villages. Until today, she had been academic on our quest. The monster we were working so hard to kill, but a distant threat that lay at the end of the long road we walked on.

And now, suddenly, she was so real to me. To all of us.

We all rode or walked subdued down the highway, leaving behind the dragon to feast on her carnage. I shuddered just remembering the sound of her eating the burning men, their half-molten armor crunching in her jaws. This was the beast we had to kill. How? No wonder every knight who Quested against her never returned. A single breath, and she would melt their armor to a puddle of molten steal, roasting them alive. Even with the High King’s sword, a weapon of great power, how would Angela survive?

How would the rest of us?

I had to start thinking. Wallowing in the shock of Dominari’s appearance wouldn’t stop us from facing her. Angela’s resolve was too great to waiver. I saw it. If Sophia hadn’t talked the knight out of it, she would have charged down the hill and fought the dragon right here, right now. But Sophia’s words, begging her to wait had worked.

Next time we faced the dragon, we had to be ready.

First problem, I thought, is warding against fire. Then speed. Thrak and Angela and Minx will need to move faster to be able to get in a fight. Or they need some sort of predictive magic. Faith magic. Like what the knights and the priestess of Slata had. Sophia will need to delve into her Goddess’s powers. What could I do? I could ward off the fire, but that would burn through my energy, and I wouldn’t be on offensive. Could Aurora’s elementals provide warding for us?

“Could my elementals do what?” Aurora asked, her voice subdued.

I blinked. I hadn’t realized I was talking aloud. “Warding. Against fire. Could your elementals protect us?”

Aurora, riding her horse ahead of me and beside her husband, turned around. Her sky-blue hair plastered about her innocent face, her sapphire eyes wide. She bit her lip. “Maybe. Wardings are ... different.”

“You blocked off the tunnel back at the castle,” Chaun said. “You didn’t have to concentrate on it.”

“That’s what makes warding different,” she said. “I put the elemental on a simple task. To block something.”

“Could they block heat? Like a water elemental. So we could survive the dragon’s fire?” I asked.

Angela, riding at the front, turned her head around, her red hair plastered to her head, taking away its normally full volume. Her shoulders lifted, no longer sagging like they had been, a twinkle in her blue eyes. “Yes, can they?”

“Maybe,” Aurora admitted. “I don’t know. And enough to stop that fire...”

“Her flames were hot enough to partially melt steal,” Angela said. “That’s the heat of a coke furnace. That’s a lot of temperature.”

“I can produce that heat,” I said. “We can test it on something inanimate. Like a rock.”

“Why would you need... ?” Princess Adelaide, looking even more bedraggled than the rest of us, asked. Her strawberry-blonde hair peeked out of the horse blanket she wore as a cloak, wrapped about her body and the fine dress beneath. “You’re not planning on fighting the dragon?”

“It’s why we need the sword,” Angela said. “It’s my Quest.”

“Quest? I thought you were stripped from your order.” The princess’s eyes were wide. “Chaun, are you really... ?”

“Really,” the changeling nodded.

“What songs would be good against a dragon?” I asked, ignoring the princess. She didn’t matter.

“I have no idea,” Chaun said. “I think it’ll help us out. Keep up our courage and stamina. Keep us from losing hope.” His back shifted and his voice rose. He had a beautiful voice, the perfect control over it. His song was stirring, uplifting. Minx, riding behind Sophia, straightened in her saddle. The acolyte lifted her head as Aurora added her trilling voice to Chaun’s song, harmonizing with him, a smile touching her lips as she gazed at her husband.

“Sophia, we’ll need faith magic to enhance us. Give us preternatural reflexes. Something like what the priestesses of Slata gave the knights.”

Sophia writhed her shoulders. “I ... I don’t know those spells. I’m sure my order has them, but ... They don’t teach acolytes more than the basics. Advanced spells for when we’re full priestesses and have access to Saphique’s magic normally.”

I sighed.

“Healing potions,” Thrak growled. “She should make more. Hand them out to all of us. Just in case.”

“I die?” Sophia asked, her voice tight.

“You are unable to get to us,” my husband said. Even he marched with his back straight now as he walked beside my horse, the rain running down his bare, scarred chest. His kilt clung sodden to his massive thighs. “This fight will be hectic.”

“And enchant weapons,” Angela added. “I imagine dragons have tough hide. You can enchant Thrak’s ax, Minx’s daggers, and Xera’s arrows.”

“I can do that at least,” Sophia said.

“You are all crazy,” the princess gasped.

“We are,” Minx laughed. “I doubt my alchemical bombs will be much use.”

“You’ll probably put us to sleep instead of the dragon,” Thrak grunted.

“And given her size, I imagine that the dosage of any of your alchemical bombs will not be enough,” I added.

“So no making her so horny she just fucks her cave wall while we slit her throat?” Minx asked. “That would make it easy.”

“No, I doubt that will work.”

Xera, walking naked and unconcerned in the cold rain, said, “Your damiana bomb would just make us all horny.”

Minx grinned at the elf. “That’s fun, too. It helped us beat the knights. Fucking is more fun than fighting.”

“Definitely,” the elf nodded, her ears twitching.

The mood had changed. We had hope again. Purpose. We would defeat the dragon. It would be hard. Difficult. Some of us may even perish. But we had agreed to walk this road with Angela. We could not abandon her now. Not after all we had been through together. I rode with my back straight despite the rain, Chaun’s song stirring my soul.

We had more of a chance than any would-be hero before us.

Aurora Xandra

The rain drummed on the roof of our tent. It was a new tent, bought in Unmik before our arrest. Prince Gruber’s kept all our gear together, so when we fled, we still had our saddlebags and camping gear, along with our food and items of comfort. Gods be praised. Weather of eastern Zeutch was miserable. So cold and wet and rainy.

It did not get cold on Mount Peritito. Every day was warm. Even a cold day was moderated by the volcano’s heat bleeding out into the world. But this was miserable. So I was glad to get out of my wet clothes and crawl into bed with Chaun. He already lay stretched out on the bed, naked, his body dark and lithe, a shadow in the tent. I crawled to him and—

The tent flap opened. Princess Adelaide fell to her knees inside, her bedraggled skirts whisking against each other. The rain and travel had ruined her expensive gown, the silks stained and tattered. I blinked at the sight of her, silhouetting our sputtering camp fire.

“You’re sleeping with Angela and Sophia,” I said, anger swelling through me. She was the reason we had to flee a chasing army. Because she thought she owned my husband. The gall of the hussy. “There tent is...”

A sob escaped her, ragged and full of pain. Her shoulders shook. Her wet hair curtained around her face, hiding her expression as she sobbed again. Then a keening wail rose from her throat, so full of pain and loss.

I bit my lip. Her husband had died today.

“Adelaide,” Chaun said, his voice gentle. He sat up, glancing at me.

I sighed, nodding my head.

Chaun moved to the Princess, grabbing her shoulders and lifting her upright. She sat at the entrance of our tent, sniffling, as Chaun brushed back her wet hair. I could just make out her face in the darkness, tears falling down her cheeks.

Then she threw herself at my husband, her wet silks rustling. She buried her face into his neck, her body shaking worse. More sobs came as Chaun rocked her. I wanted to hate her, I did, but it was so hard when she sounded so broken and lost.

“I’m sorry,” Chaun said as he rocked her.

“I th-thought he loved me,” she said through hiccuping sobs. “H-he always t-told me he did. And ... and...”

Chaun didn’t say anything. His eyes caught mine over her shoulder, wet with emotion. Her husband had died today. The poor thing. Among my people, losing a nestmate was a tragic day. But she kept saying she loved Chaun. It seemed to me she didn’t care about her marriage.

“And then ... You heard him.” Adelaide pulled back, her hands cupping Chaun’s face. “He d-didn’t care if I d-died. He j-just wanted Angela and th-the sword. He...”

She melted into incoherent tears again, collapsing into Chaun’s chest this time. He stroked her wet hair as she cried, her face rubbing against him. I wanted to say something, but what? I didn’t know Adelaide as anything more than the woman who wanted to steal my husband away. And now she was in so much pain and...”

I felt bad for hating her.

“I truly thought he loved me,” she whispered after a few minutes.

“You never loved him,” Chaun said.

Adelaide flinched. “But...” She looked up at him. “Did you ever love me, Chaun? Or ... or were you like him... ? Pretending?”

“Like you were pretending you loved him?”

She ignored it. “You did love me, right? You always told me you did.”

“I was ... fond of you,” Chaun admitted, glancing at me. “I thought I loved you. I did. But ... I hadn’t really discovered what it meant to love someone.”

“I loved you,” she said fiercely, squeezing tight. “And I know you loved me Chaun.” She sounded so desperate as she looked up at him, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. Tears fell down my cheeks. The poor woman. Her entire world was thrown upside down today. It must have been horrible hearing her husband say such callous words about her. To think that he didn’t love her after all these years of her thinking he did. Even if she didn’t love him back, she had valued his feelings.

“Tell her,” I whispered, moving closer to them.

Chaun stared me in the eyes. I nodded my head.

“I loved you, Adelaide. Back then. And for years later, I thought about you so much, dreamed of the day we could be together.”

She shivered. “All my fault. I...” She bit her lip. “If I hadn’t asked you to my bedchamber that night ... If he hadn’t ... come home early ... We could have...”

“Yes,” Chaun said, stroking her hair. “We could have.”

Adelaide struck quickly, her hands seizing Chaun’s silvery hair, gripping it as she planted her lips hard and hot on his lips. She kissed him with passion. She moaned, pushing him back, hungry for him. To be loved again. She believed two men loved her, and she needed to know that one of them still did.

Chaun pushed on her shoulders, breaking the kiss. “Wait...”

“Wait?” She shivered. “I...” Her voice trembled.

“My wife.” Chaun glanced at me. “She has to be apart of this. I love her, too.”

Adelaide snapped her head around, looking at me. Noticing me for the first time. For a moment, fiery possession seized her face, her brow twisting, her lips pursing. And then she shivered, nodding her head.

“I understand. You love her ... more than me.”

“I am sorry,” Chaun said. “It just ... happened. She loves me.”

“I love you!” Adelaide said, her voice fierce, possessive. “I don’t care what you believe, Chaun. I love you.”

Then she kissed him hard, claiming his mouth at the same instant her hand reached out towards me, fingers wiggling, beckoning. I took her hand and she pulled me close to them. I shivered, a wave of excitement washing out of my pussy, my nipples hardening on my breasts. I leaned down, nuzzling against Chaun, my body brushing her wet dress as my lips nuzzled in, joining their kiss.

All three of us moaned as our lips met, tongues swiping, licking. I shivered, feeling Adelaide’s desperate passion. It consumed her. It possessed her. She had to share it with Chaun. She had to feel it. I moaned, my heart beating faster and faster.

I liked sharing women with my husband.

Our hands stripped her sodden silks from her form as the three of us kissed. We exposed the princess’s body. She writhed between us, our hands stroking her, her hands stroking us. I gasped as she found my small nipples, pinching, rolling them.

I returned the favor, playing with her fat nipples.

She whimpered as Chaun and I pushed her on her back, the both of us sucking on her nipples. Our cheeks rubbed together, our shoulders touching. I savored it, pleasuring this woman with my husband, my pussy growing wetter and wetter.

“Chaun,” Adelaide sighed as my tongue swirled about her fat nub. Then I engulfed it, loving how it felt in my mouth. “Oh, I missed you.”

“I missed you,” he groaned between wet sucks.

“And her big tits?” I asked, a naughty glint in my voice.

Chaun stiffened.

“They are lovely tits.”

“Mmm, thanks,” the princess purred, her hand swiping through my damp hair. “You’re breasts are lovely, too, Aurora.”

I smiled, my nipples throbbing as her right hand found them, punching and pulling them, moving back and forth as I sucked hard on her nipple. She groaned and shivered, writhing as we loved her nipples, the rain drumming louder on the canvas above us.

Together, Chaun and I moved down her body. We kissed across her stomach, our tongues licking, making her squirm. Her fingers stopped playing with my nipple as we reached her groin. She had a shaved line of pubic hair, just like I did, reaching towards her pussy. The scent of her spicy musk swelled.

“Mmm, let’s devour her,” I groaned.

Chaun chuckled. “I thought you hated her.”

“A little,” I said. “She did try to steal you.”

“You can’t blame me for that,” moaned the princess. “He is so sexy.”

“Yeeeees,” I groaned, my pussy clenching.

Together, Chaun and I lowered our lips down to her pussy. We were hungry for Royal cunt. Our cheeks pressed tight as our tongues licked through her folds and across her plump vulva. Her spicy musk coated my tongue. I savored her flavor, wiggling my hips, my own juices dribbling down my thighs.

Our tongues brushed as we licked through her folds. We found her clit, batting it, making her squirm more and more. Her moans echoed through our tent, louder than the rain as we devoured her naughty snatch. I nuzzled lower, wiggling my tongue in while Chaun flicked her clit.

Her pussy clenched as he did it.

“Chaun,” she gasped. “Oh, wow, that’s nice. Oh, yes, suck on my clit while your wife ... Yes!”

The princess’s squeals were exciting. My tongue wiggled and swirled through her depths. I loved how her pussy walls felt as they contracted against my licking tongue. She gasped, spasming, the pleasure building in her as I assaulted her.

Chaun lifted his face, his dark fingers rubbing at her clit. He slid up her body as she moaned. I buried my face deep into her pussy, tonguing her as Chaun claimed the princess’s lips, kissing her hard, letting her taste her own pussy.

“Mmm, you’re getting so hot and wet,” I purred, sliding two fingers into her pussy, pumping them in and out. “Aren’t you?”

She broke the kiss with Chaun. “Yes! I’m on fire.”

“Good,” I moaned, tonguing around my plunging fingers.

Chaun’s digits danced on her clit. I licked his fingers, too, flicking up and down on her slit, drinking her spicy folds. I shoved my fingers in deep, savoring the silky feel of her pussy. Chaun had fucked this pussy so many times. He knew the sublime delight of being in her snatch when she came.

“Cum,” I moaned, fingering her faster and faster. “Let me hear you explode, Princess.”

“Yes,” Chaun groaned, twisting his body and engulfing her fat nipple.

She ran her fingers through her silvery hair and let out a whimper of delight. Her body bucked and heaved. Hot pussy spasmed about my fingers. Her juices flooded out. I lapped them up, moaning my enjoyment as the princess came.

She screamed her head off. She bucked and groaned. Chaun’s fingers were a dark blur frigging her clit. My own nub throbbed in my pussy folds, aching to be touched and played with in the same way. I shivered, thrusting my fingers deep into her snatch, feeling her pussy spasm about them.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “That’s it. Oh, you love it. Just keep cumming. Mmm, yes. Enjoy it. Then you get to fuck my husband’s cock while I fuck your ass.”

“Oh, you have a dildo?” the princess moaned.

“In a way,” I grinned, licking my lips, savoring her spicy cream staining them. I had an idea to use an elemental in a very naughty fashion.

“Let’s do it,” Adelaide moaned. “On you’re back, Chaun. Let me ride you.”

“Yes, yes,” I groaned, rising up and ripping my fingers out of the princess’s pussy. They dripped with her juices.

Chaun rolled onto his back, a huge grin on his face. He was eager for it. I bet all three of his balls were just bursting with cum to flood the princess’s pussy. His thick dick throbbed ebony-black as the princess’s pale hands grabbed it. She didn’t hesitate to straddle his waist. I stared at her ass as it clenched in delight, her pussy sliding down his girth.

“Gods, that’s wonderful,” groaned Chaun.

“Pater’s cock, I missed this,” Adelaide moaned. “I thought about this night every day. I wished I’d made a different decision. That I didn’t—”

He placed a finger to her lips. “You didn’t know your husband would come home early. It’s not your fault.”

She shivered on him, her ass clenching again as she writhed her hips. Then she slid her pussy up and down his shaft, leaving glistening juices staining that delicious cock. I groaned, shoving my right hand, covered in her juices, into my pouch and searched for my totem.

I grabbed the mangrove totem, stroking the undulating lines. I pulled it out and summoned the water elemental. It gathered its small body from the rain outside then flowed into the tent. Chaun glanced as me as I rose, my left hand sliding up to cup my small breast. The water flowed up my thigh to my clit, attaching onto it.

I shivered, my fingers dancing on my totem, controlling the elemental as it fashioned its watery body into a cock thrusting from my clit. It pulsed, contracting my little nub, shooting sparks of pleasure through me. I forced the water into a rigid shape, the surface rippling slightly.

“Fuck her,” groaned Chaun.

Princess Adelaide threw a look over her shoulders. Her eyes widened when she saw my watery cock. “Oh, gods, yes. Fuck me with that. I haven’t been double penetrated in a few weeks.”

“Oh, I will fuck you hard,” I moaned, moving behind her. My left hand grabbed her left butt-cheek, pulling it to the side. I shoved my watery cock into her crack, searching for her asshole. I felt what the elemental felt through the totem. It slid across her flesh and found her puckered asshole.

I thrust hard.

“Luben’s sacred oath,” I groaned as the pressure increased on my clit as I fucked the elemental dick into her asshole.

Her bowels were tight on the watery cock, pressing in on the elemental as I sank deeper and deeper into her. She moaned, wiggling, her back arching. I leaned over her, sliding my left hand around her to grab her round breast. My right hand gripped the totem, fingers dancing, controlling the elemental.

I drew back and then thrust in, groaning as the pressure increased on my clit. It was wonderful. The elemental teased my clit, playing with it, almost licking it as I fucked her asshole, driving her down my husband’s cock.

“Gods, that’s amazing,” she moaned. “Pater’s dick, yes.”

“Fuck her,” Chaun groaned, his dark hands seizing Adelaide’s pale ass. “Pound her, my songbird.”

“Yes,” I sang, my pussy clenching as I thrust harder and harder.

Chaun groaned and the princess moaned. My groin smacked into her ass as I drove the watery cock over and over into her bowels. They were so tight and hot. I felt the elemental writhing in pleasure as it caressed my clit. My fingers danced on the cock, playing with its body.

A tendril crept from the elemental down through my pussy lips, penetrating me. My back arched as a water cock filled my snatch. My pussy clenched on it as I drove the other end into Adelaide’s tight bowels.

I felt the difference between our two holes. My pussy was wet and silky while her bowels were hot and velvety. I groaned, fucking her bowels faster and faster. The other end in me pumped in and out, matching the rhythm of my hips, sending pleasure shooting through me.

“Oh, gods,” I moaned to Chaun. “Oh, this is so much fun.”

“Yes,” he grunted.

“So much! Pater’s cock, yes!” Princess Adelaide’s back arched. “Fuck me! Both of you pound me. I’m going to cum!”

“Do it,” Chaun growled. “Let me feel that pussy massage my cock.”

“Yes, yes, massage the cum out of my husband’s balls,” I moaned, my pussy clenching on the thrusting cock, my hips a blur. My fingers danced on the totem. “Let’s all cum!”

My orgasm swelled through me. I squeezed the princess’s breast hard as I fucked her. My hips pounded her. My clit ached and throbbed. My pussy drank in the friction of the watery dick. I shuddered, my head tossing, hair flying.

Adelaide squealed. She slammed her hips down Chaun’s cock as I drove into her pussy. Her bowels writhed about the watery cock. She screamed out her orgasmic delight. Chaun groaned, experiencing the delight of her spasming pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “Cum in her, Chaun. Flood her! Breed her! Plant a changeling baby in her!”

“Yes!” gasped the princess.

“Aurora,” groaned my husband. “Gods, yes!”

I knew he was cumming. I knew those groans he made. He was flooding the princess with his cum. He was breeding her. Just like I hoped he had bred me. I hoped an egg grew in my womb. I’d know by the time we reached the Altar of Souls if he had fertilized me.