Chapter 15

We entered the armory and found it once again empty with Brot’k nowhere to be seen. We could, however, hear the muffled sound of metal striking metal from the far side of the room.

“Brot’k, you big oaf” Amenthia yelled out, “quit tinkering back there and come out to greet us!”

The clanging stopped, replaced with booming laughter as the doorway to his secret shop swung open.

“I am here, Amenthia, no need to yell. It is good to see you, my dear, and you as well, Pathios, though I am surprised to see you with them Entivala. I thought you left to get more specialized training and now I see that you are here with these two.”

Enti blushed and replied, “My training was much like Amenthia’s. Tyr asked me to join them for Pathios’ final trial and set us up as a permanent party.”

Brot’k laughed again and said, “I am envious of you, my friend. Not here a month yet and have collected two of the most beautiful women in the Pact house.”

It was my turn to blush, causing him to laugh harder and give me a slap on the shoulder. When my embarrassment receded, I handed Tyr’s letter to Brot’k and he wasted no time in reading it.

“Well, I will be the bastard son of a she-devil! You actually managed to beat Trethraz! That is no easy feat. The latest tally had that monster defeating over seventy-two adventurers. This would earn you about fifty prestige points for the Pact house, which is a first for low leveled players such as yourself. Usually that number is reached closer to level five and only if you have been doing the most difficult quests available from the guild. That dragon was a rarity that normally never happens, and few adventurers group up like you did. You are already on a good start, but I am sure that Tyr has explained the risks that are involved with that notoriety.”

All three of us nodded, but I flashed back once again to the fight with Jonta and I knew that I didn’t want to have to do that again. The Oracle’s words flashed back next, reminding me that at some point I would have a life-or-death battle against someone.

“I’m happy to see that the sanctions that Tyr placed on you are removed, which means I can make equipment for you again. I got the items you sent, and they are fantastic. I’ve got a lot of plans for them.”

I smiled and said, “I am happy to hear that, as we brought more from the fights we just had, including drops from the dragon.”

Brot’k’s eyes widened in glee and he hurried us over to the counter to see what we had brought him. He was happy to see the hides from the boars and pelts from the wolves. The dragonkin drops had him more ecstatic, and when he saw the drops from Trethraz, he was once again excited.

“These scales are much stronger than drake scales, as well as heat resistant. I would say armour made from these hides and scales could absorb at least forty percent of heat damage, not including any enchantments. With the right enchantment you can negate all fire damage you receive.”

“True, but what about exposed skin? That would be unprotected by the armour and the enchantment wouldn’t it?”

Brot’k nodded, “True, but if your entire set is enchanted, then the enchantment extends to cover those gaps as well.”

“Say, for example, I have an armour set at forty percent and an enchantment at sixty percent, wouldn’t the exposed skin only get sixty percent coverage?”

“Hmm ... I didn’t think of it that way,” Brot’k replied with a small laugh. “I would say that the only way to know would be to take a direct blast and find out.”

I did not relish the thought of that occurring, but if it meant that we would know for certain, perhaps a low-level drake could allow us to test the theory.

“Brot’k, if you used the hide and the some of the scales, what would the percentage be then?”

He thought for a minute and replied, “If I used the dragon hide, with the dragon scales, sixty percent.”

This sounded promising, so I asked, “What if you used dragon scales with drake hide? Would that hit around fifty percent?”

“Yes, that could work. Another option would be using dragon hide with drake scales. Why do you ask?”

I smiled and said, “That means I only need a fifty percent enchantment and ensures that all of our gear is balanced the same.”

Brot’k had a confused look for a minute, but then he realized what I was suggesting, and a big smile appeared on his face.

“Another question I have. Have you thought of expanding your back area and find others to help you? Sort of like apprentices, but with varied skills that would cover other mediums?”

Brot’k got a confused look on his face, “What do you mean, Pathios? I don’t see why I would need them.”

“Say we have armour that is enchanted that we need you to upgrade. With a runesmith, you could offer those enchantments. Working with one would allow you to enchant the things you make, which would increase your income and notoriety, as well.”

Brot’k became lost in thought, as he pondered the scenario that I had created for him. I had no doubt that it would be beneficial, but I knew that there would be complications.

“That is an intriguing proposition, but there are less than a handful of runesmiths in this area and none that I know of that are not tied to the smithing houses.”

“That is very true,” I replied with a grin, “but you, yourself, are proof already that there may be some out there, only hiding their skills as you are.”

Brot’k nodded again, “You do have a point. Perhaps I can talk to Tyr and he can put feelers out, but unless they are not tied to a house it would be nearly impossible.”

“It is only a suggestion, as other vendors are more costly in time and in gold. I have every confidence that you will find a solution to the problem. Do you know any options for getting equipment made for Enti? Since she is a spellcaster and most of what you make would not be usable for her if we want the ability to use her powers.”

“I know someone who could make it, a fabric weaver who will sell to me at a lower cost than she sells to others. But she isn’t cheap. I wish that she could have been placed in our Pact house, but she is in another town, as well as in another house.”

“It’s too bad she can’t request to switch houses, I would think, under the right circumstances, it might be done.”

Brot’k got another surprised look on his face, as he realized the implications of what that meant.

“That is something I need to talk to Tyr about, then. If we can do that, maybe we can get our hands on a journeyman runesmith as well.”

I realized how off track we had gotten, so I focused on the matter at hand, hoping that we wouldn’t waste any more of Brot’k’s time.

“So Brot’k, I want you to make armour like the original set you had designed for me, but out of the dragonkin material. Given my more physical fighting style, please use the drake hide with the dragon scales, Amenthia’s should be like mine, utilizing dragon hide with drake scales. That will allow her more movement and flexibility due to the lighter armour. Amenthia will be giving you her short swords, as she no longer needs them - as well as her old bow.”

Brot’k nodded, “That will net you four hundred for each sword and twelve for the bow, but why is she trading them in?”

Amenthia pulled out her new bow, showing it to Brot’k, who whistled with admiration. She then twisted the handle and it changed into something more of a bo staff and Brot’k realized why we didn’t need the swords anymore.

“So, as you can see, they would be put to better use as donations to the Pact house. I think we will need scallop bracers for both of us. Perhaps the dragon claws or teeth will provide the needed material for making them.”

Brot’k nodded, “Dragon claws are almost as sharp and strong as steel, so they are the right choice. The scales could be used to not only provide better protection than leather, but also add a unique look to the bracers.”

I realized that I had focused everything on myself and Amenthia but had not done anything about Enti.

I turned to her and asked, “If you were to wear bracers like ours, would that affect your ability to channel magic?”

She nodded and replied, “Unless made by a fabric weaver, I would be unable to cast spells.”

I picked up a piece of paper and Brot’k’s quill and did a quick sketch of the bracers, then one of what my previous set looked like. Then a thought popped into my head and I couldn’t resist asking a much-needed question.

“So there is some protection, but too much exposed skin can leave a person open for increased injury, correct?”

All three nodded and I began to flesh out a different set of clothing that would look possibly unique and slightly sexy. I took the fundamental design of an Old Republic style Jedi garb and began trimming it in places. Using specifically Obi-Wan Kenobi’s clothing, I shortened the sleeves and made them more form fitting. The outer layer became more like a vest. Due to her unique figure, I couldn’t resist creating a plunging neckline and made the pants very tight. It ended up a mix between Obi-Wan’s and Aayla Secura who was the hot Twil’lek Jedi who died during Order Sixty-six. I wanted the robes to be tinted the same color as her cloak, which would add to the look.

“Wow,” Enti said in a hushed whisper. “You are an amazing artist Pathios. It looks just like me and the clothing is beautiful.”

“I modeled it after Jedi robes. I wanted them to be a mix of function, while still looking sexy. Brot’k, please send the designs to your weaver acquaintance and let me know what the costs will be. And tell me if they will be able to make the bracers for her, as well.”

I knew that the girls might understand my references if their training covered that area of pop culture, but Brot’k had no clue. He took the designs and said he would send it off right away.

We told him we would be back tomorrow after morning meal to talk about the new armour. We said our goodbyes and headed to my room, as there was a topic that needed to be addressed - and soon - otherwise there could be an issue with our party down the road.

Again the girls took an arm, as I guided us through the corridors, eliciting looks from other members as we passed. I paid them no mind as we drew closer to my room and butterflies began to flutter around in my stomach. A few minutes later, we were in front of my door and Amenthia let go of my arm to unlock the door for us. I guided Enti into the room and gestured for her to sit at the table and Amenthia did the same.

Taking a deep breath I said, “Okay, ladies, I think we need to figure this out now, before any issues arise.”

“We both agree,” Amenthia replied with a nod, Enti nodded as well. “Could you please go to the dining hall and get us some food, while the two of us talk?”

I stared at them blankly for a minute, before nodding and leaving my room, not sure of what just happened. I could hear them begin to whisper as I left and the only thought I had was that they would find a way to work this out.

I made my way towards the dining area, trying not to let my mind drift to the possible outcomes of their talk. Instead, trying to focus on the task at hand, I glanced at the map to check the time and it was still a few hours before the evening meal. I entered the hall to find it relatively empty, but I was surprised to receive polite nods from those who I made eye contact with. It wasn’t much, but it made me think that I had taken the first steps to repairing my reputation in the Pact house.

I made my way over to the kitchen and asked the cook what food he had available. He had an assortment of meats, fruits, vegetables, and various sides. I thought about it for a few moments and hoped that I had picked out dishes that both Amenthia and Enti would enjoy. Confident in my choices I asked if I could use a trolley to transport them to my room, which the cook happily allowed. I put three mugs of water onto the trolley, found the needed utensils and started my way back to the room. It had taken roughly a half hour to get the food and return, so I hoped that the girls had made some headway in their discussion. I opened the door and backed into the room with the trolley, turning inward and closing the door behind me.

I turned to greet Amenthia and Enti, pushing the trolley over, but they were no longer at the table. I heard a throat clear to my right and when I turned to look, I felt my own throat become dry. Amenthia was lying atop my bed, naked and uncovered, baring her curvy body in all its glory. I had been lucky enough to see her naked in one way or another a few times now, but she was not alone on the bed. Enti was lying right beside her and was just as naked, with a shy, but aroused, look on her face. If Amenthia looked like a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Lucie Wilde, then Entivala looked like a red haired, green eyed elfish Sensual Jane. Yeah, I know I am referencing porn stars, but you can see them naked, so it is easy to compare.

“Uh, what is this?” I asked, my voice noticeably cracking. “I expected you two to talk and let me know what you decided.”

Amenthia smiled a predatory grin, “We did talk it out, Pathios, and I suggested that we use this method to easily demonstrate our choice.”

My mind locked on her use of ‘demonstrate’ and I had a feeling this wasn’t all of their answer yet. I watched in fascination as Amenthia used her left hand to turn Enti’s face towards her and pulled her into a kiss. I could see no hesitation in Enti, else I would have stopped things then and there, as her lips drew closer to Ami’s. I couldn’t help but hold my breath, as I watched them share a tentative kiss. Slowly the kiss continued, as the intensity and need increased, until they looked wild with insatiable hunger. The next shock was Enti pushing Ami over and climbing on top of her, pinning her hands to the bed. Her legs straddled Amenthia’s and I had to admit that it was hot to watch Enti take charge of Ami like that. She resumed the kiss for a while, but then began kissing lower, trailing her hands down Amenthia’s arms as she went. Enti kissed her way down Ami’s neck, causing her to moan, as she continued down to the center of her chest.

I felt my legs go weak and sat in the nearest chair, by the table. Enti stopped her downward trail of kisses and turned to lock eyes with me, before placing her lips on Ami’s hard, right nipple.

The second Enti’s lips latched on, another moan of pleasure escaped Amenthia’s lips and I had never felt as hard as that moment. Sure, I had watched plenty of girl-on-girl porn in my past life, but there was a difference between a computer screen and right in front of you. You like to imagine that the girls in the video were doing it for your benefit, but I knew that the two women on my bed were doing this for my pleasure as well as their own. Enti would alternate between sucking the nipple, licking, and flicking it with her tongue or even pulling on it with her teeth. Each action would elicit gasps or moans from Amenthia, which only got louder as her arousal increased.

One hand was wrapped around each ample breast and I was intrigued that Amenthia had yet to move her hands from where Enti had placed them. After taking her time to tease and torture Ami’s right nipple, she switched to her left, attacking the nipple with random variations of stimulation. The smell of arousal was filling the air and my curiosity got the better of me as I leaned over to glimpse at both girls. Both women’s labia were engorged and slick with juices, I had to fight the urge to go over and taste them both. That would come, but I needed to be patient; my time would come soon.

I watched as Enti sat back up, took Amenthia’s nipples in each hand, pulling them between her thumb and forefinger. Amenthia moaned louder still and a gush of fluid came out of her pussy as she rocked her hips up and down.

While Amenthia was distracted by her orgasm, Enti turned around and shoved her vagina into Amenthia’s open mouth. A muffled moan escaped her lips, as Enti began to dine on Amenthia, letting out muffled moans of her own. I sat transfixed at the table, watching two of the most gorgeous women I had ever seen, eat the other as if the vagina they were licking was their last meal. Ravenous hunger fueled their interactions with one another, as moans and the smell of sex filled the room. I had no clue how much time passed as they enjoyed one another, the hypnotic sounds of their moaning, coupled with their writhing bodies, had me under its spell. I barely noticed as Enti looked up and began crawling off of Amenthia, moving across the bed towards me. Amenthia slowly rolled onto her stomach and moved towards me as well. Both had half-opened eyes glazed with lust and need as they approached me.

I sat motionless, unable to think of what I should do next, when two very naked and very horny women pulled me to my feet. Ami and Enti kissed my neck, as Amenthia worked to take off my shirt and Enti worked to unbuckle my belt and pants. Once Enti was able to pull my belt out of my pants, she slowly dropped to her knees, running her hands down my thighs. Amenthia used the distraction to pull my shirt off, over my head without much fuss from me, and by the time the shirt had cleared, Enti had pried open my pants. Ami licked my left nipple before sliding her hands down my body, pushing me back down onto the chair, before joining Enti on the floor in front of me.

They lifted my feet, pulling my boots and socks off, then finally removing my pants in one quick pull. I was left sitting in my boxers, with my erection tenting inside and a wet stain on them from all the precum leaking out of me. Enti began reaching for the waistband of my boxer, but hesitated, a deep blush appearing on her skin. Amenthia took pity on her shyness and took over where she started, but she decided to tease her. She could have removed the boxers in one quick pull, revealing my cock quickly, but she pulled them down as slowly as she could. Groans came from Enti as Ami slowly revealed my penis and when the band moved far enough down, my dick sprang up eliciting a gasp from Enti.

“Oh, my goodness,” Enti exclaimed in a hushed tone. “Just how big is it? It looks bigger in front of me than they showed us in their demonstrations.”

Amenthia got a mischievous smile on her face and said, “I don’t know, Enti, how about we measure it to find out.”

Enti blushed again then a flash of insight appeared on her face and she rushed to her pack, rooting around until she found what she was searching for. She came back with what looked like a spool of string, knelt before me, and unreeled it. She placed the end on the space where my shaft ended, and my balls began and then pulled the string along the base until it reached the tip. Both girls exchanged a glance before placing the string on one side of my shaft and drawing it along to the other. They started this time at the widest part of my glans, then slowly drew the string down to the base again. Then she drew it up about halfway and wrapped the string until it met with the end. They exchanged another glance, both noticeably licking their lips.