Chapter 155

Lyra slowly towelled herself dry, her mind still stuck in the moment Opal had accosted her and like some kind of breast massage wizard had driven her to climax through touch alone. Had the goblin girl always had such insane skill with her hands? It was honestly hard to believe.

Secondly, and perhaps more strangely still, why had she wanted detailed descriptions of her time with Rain, she certainly knew what that felt like so why did she want to hear it from Lyra’s own mouth? And hang on, she paused, frowning in thought, hadn’t Opal watched the whole damn thing from the shadows? They had stumbled upon both her and Red happily fondling themselves as they peeped after a dozen steps so why the hell did she need to know what had happened when she had seen it for herself?!

Strange. Very strange.

Could it perhaps be some kind of jealousy?

She pondered that as she dragged out a spare set of clothes from the dimensional bag and put them on, slipping fresh shorts over her hips, then digging free a few ribbons and neatly retying her hair buns before donning a blouse.

Maybe it was her own fault. She hadn’t offered to share even a little, dead set on playing out her librarian fantasy and giving no thought at all to the goblin girl who hadn’t had any true relief in some time, gods, she was probably going absolutely insane with horniness! No wonder she had been masturbating as she watched her and Rain.

Humming and pondering the situation she pushed the door open from the bath house and trotted into the square of Warwick’s compound. This time atleast she was presenstable, no longer a bedraggled sweaty mess wth sex mussed hair, she appeared neatly respectable which made her feel a little bit better about the sight she had presented on first entering.

Opal was there, sitting on the table cross legged and devouring a chicken.

She approached.

“Opal, I understand how you must feel, and it was maybe bad of me to demand what I did after what happened, I just didn’t think, but I know better now, I should have shared Rain with you, you could have been the librarian’s assistant who gets trapped and hunted along with the head librarian, we could have trembled in fear together before getting ravished.” Lyra nodded wisely, yes this would set things right.

Opal gave her a blank and completely uncomprehending stare, a piece of chicken hanging from her mouth.

“ ... What.”

“Please, I know you don’t want to say anything because it would be rude, but I understand, I do, you must be dealing with the worst kind of arousal to have become so desperate that you would accost me, to think you must be massaging yourself day and night to have acquired such skill with your fingers.”

Opal chewed slowly as she stared at the sheep girl. She swallowed.

“I have literally no idea what you are talking about sheepy.”

Lyra glanced to the side seeing Pickle looking at them while picking her nose.

“I get it, you don’t want to speak about it here. But maybe we can figure something out, you can’t do the deed with Rain right now, but maybe we can be together?” Lyra tilted her head and raised her eyebrows up and down suggestively.

“We... what??” said Opal, staring wide eyed at the sheep girl.

Is there something wrong?” said Velatha as she approached, a keg of something held under her muscular arm.

“Uhm, no, just ah, girl talk, between, uhm girls.”

Velatha eyed her, “Girl talk. It’s not really normal to treat a goblin in such a way you are aware of that right?”

Lyra blinked, she had gotten so used to thinking of Opal as a person that it was almost jarring to be reminded that others simply did not.

“Uh, it’s not normal, right, but it is how things should be, don’t you think?”

Velatha sighed, glancing at Opal who was busy burying her face in chicken. She stepped aside from her and placed the keg on the table and began fiddling with the tap.

Lyra came closer, getting the distinct impression that she wanted a word.

“Listen,” said Velatha lowering her voice, “I do get it I do, I’ve seen levelers become attached to monster slaves in the past, it does sometimes happen.”

Lyra gave her a funny look, that wasn’t something she herself had come across.

“But you should know it always ends badly. Warwick here lost so many friends to the monsters so he hates your goblin and kobold and he especially despises your wolf, he wants nothing more than to see them all die. Now, realise that he is perhaps one of the kindest most thoughtful men in this entire city, and consider just how a leveler who has had their family or children killed by monsters would feel seeing you treating one like a person?”

“They would feel ... angry?”

Velatha nodded, “It happens, monster slaves aren’t treated as anything more than objects as to do otherwise is an insult to those who’ve lost everything to them, it’s the only way it’s tolerated. A goblin treated as a leveler will eventually find itself dead at the hands of the grieving or spiteful, and if they are hateful enough they will kill you too. Look, all I’m saying is keep your treatment of this goblin on the down low okay?”

“Like your children do?”

Lyra glanced to the side and Velatha followed her gaze with a frown, finding Pickle and a human boy and girl giggling and racing around Rain as he sat cross legged. Occasionally Rain would lift his tail and they would collide with it, sputtering as they got a face full of fur causing the others to laugh.

“They ... shouldn’t be doing that, it’s not natural. Well, perhaps for Pickle it may be of some temporary benefit, anything is better than her attachment to Bean.” The woman shuddered at the mere thought of the bald lizard. “But no I will not allow this to remain as it is, it’s too risky.”

Lyra rubbed her chin looking between the playing children and Velatha. “Say, don’t you think it’s interesting that children have to be taught to fear monsters? Doesn’t that tell you it’s not natural?”

Valetha looked a little uncomfortable hearing that. “That’s only because we haven’t taken them down to the dungeon yet, a few trips down there and they will come to fear and hate them as everyone else does once they understand the monster filled hell pit this city rests upon.”

“But-”

“I don’t want to talk about this, listen girl, monsters are dangerous, you think you’ve formed an attachment to these three slaves of yours? You’re lying to yourself, and someday they will turn around and kill you.”

“Aheh, I’m not really sure you know what these three are like-”

“And the big one? Don’t think I didn’t notice how the lot of you acted when it hadn’t been fed. There was real concern there, you were worried that it would become dangerous if it got hungry enough.”

Lyra had to admit that was unfortunately true, but that wasn’t Rain’s fault!

“That’s not his fault, that’s just an appetite problem!”

“Uh huh, and you expect me to trust my children around it.”

Lyra blew out a breath. “I don’t, but he’s been fed plenty and if it’s up here where no other levelers can see then what does it matter if they get on well?

“It still matters ... They need to learn.”