Lio makes some noncommittal, disapproving noises. She examines her notebook, then looks you up and down, then back at her notebook. Shakes her head. "Tisk tisk." She says, and then rolls her sleeves up, after putting the notebook and pen down. "Bend over, facing away from me, I'll need to examine the rear.
Shalelu dutifully turns and presents her rear end for your inspection.
Lio's grip on your breasts gets tighter as he squeezes hard, and then, with a grunt, orgasms, filling you, coming with a series of thrusts that meet your thrashing with a hard rhythm of his own. He continues to thrust in and out of you repeatedly as your muscles milk him dry. Only when he cannot move anymore, of his own volition, does he stop thrusting, but your thrashing keeps him hard and inside you, allowing you to orgasm repeatedly.
She comes once, twice, thrice, four times atop you before she finally begins to calm down. Droplets of sweat you cannot see fall from her body onto yours. She leans forward to stretch her body across yours as you slowly begin to soften inside of her.
Alaric pauses. "Zaiobe, I think you and I already have had moments together. Special ones that I treasure. When Mel was off being mighty, we had that conversation. We cuddled. We read. That was very special. Then, when Mel got back, we both @#*!ed your brains out. Which was also special."
He takes a hand from each of them, placing a kiss on the back of it. "I think eventually we will be comfortable enough with the arrangement that each of us will be with one another without the third. Maybe not for a couple years, maybe not for a decade, but I'm all right with this. Mel, I know you will never, ever leave me. Zaiobe, I know you would never try to take her. And vice versa. Why? Because we love each other. I had a hard time believing it at first, but I know it know. For a fact. And because I know it, and because it's just the three of us, I can believe it."
He pauses, breaking into a grin. "And because both of you love my @#*! way too much." He then flinches, ready to be smacked.
"Maybe, someday down the road I'll be comfortable, secure, enough that I won't have to be present when you and Alaric make love." Her mind on the other hand, doesn't think this will ever be the case, but she also knows she may change. "I'm not there now." Her smile is a little shaky as she continues, "There is still a part of me that hurts when I hear the man I love more then life say that he is in love with another woman," her smile at Alaric is stronger, "even knowing that he loves me just as much as I love him." She picks up Z's hand, kisses it, "And I do love and trust both of you, which keeps that pang from over coming all of the rest of that truth."
She shakes off that little bit of gloom, "I was nervous because I hadn't brought up the limitation to Alaric or you, Z." She smiles, "And... I thought at least... that our relationship was that of partners. Which mean just because I want something, or don't want something as in this case, that doesn't mean it flies. If you and Alaric both wanted it, then..." She shrugs unhappily.
She shakes her head, obviously getting lost in her own explanation, "My point, I think, is that in our relationship," motioning to all three, "You are an equal partner. Your wants and wishes need to count just as much as mine or Alaric's." She shrugs, "And, yes, I consider that different than our," this time the motion is just between herself and Alaric, "relationship."
After a moment's disorientation, and learning of Katiyana's demise, Hrunndalf proceeds to spend his last spells on healing. He still walks with an awkward stoop for a while. Furthermore, he makes a somewhat detached impression, as if his mind hadn't fully returned to the material plane yet, and were struggling to absorb a Revelation gleaned elsewhere.
"Pity I missed her death," he says later. "It must have been glorious."
"Thanks for the swift rescue, Alaric. That is one powerful spell. I hope to learn it too, some day."
On the next morning, he will cast as many Lesser Restorations as necessary to reduce his ability penalties to -1 or 0.
DATES: Gozran 22
LOCATION: The Yeti Caves
SPECIAL ENCOUNTERS: None
WEATHER: N/A
WIND: N/A
DAY/NIGHT CYCLE: Underground
AVERAGE TEMPERATURE: 30 degrees Fahrenheit / -1.1 degrees Celsius
DISTANCE TRAVELED: 0 miles
TOTAL DISTANCE FROM SANDPOINT: 5491 miles
TOTAL TIME SINCE LEAVING SANDPOINT: 233 days
The 22nd day of the month of Gozran is spent repairing the Caravan and hanging out with Yeti. As well as they can across the language barrier, they show you around their caves, which are lushly appointed with matted furs, rough seats carved from stones, and scattered bones from past meals. Chief Bormurg and his spouses – the other three Yeti who fought you in the Throne Room – proudly show you their collection of large animal hunting trophies.
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Four units of Repair Material are used to fix the Caravan.
Everyone is pretty cheerful at this point.
With the help of the Yeti, you are able to replace all of the units of Repair Material you just used.
In the evening, when he gets his spells back, Alaric tries to cure Hrunndalf of his malady:
... and he is able to do so easily.
Once he can see in your eyes, that you realize there is nothing you can do to resist him, only then does he give in to the building sensations within him. His tail holds you tightly in place, not permitting you any movement, below your waist. Your arms still pinned, his fingers move up from your chest, to your neck, and then your face. He strokes your hair gently, and touches the tips of your ears with a delicate erotic possession, proving to you that even this part of your body is his. Even as you are subdued, he ensures his thrusts are at the perfect angle to give you amazing bursts of pleasure. And then, plunging into you hard and fast, he follows through on his words to you. His orgasm causing him to cry out, as he empties himself into you.
She cries out with you, the muscles of her body straining to move with the power of the orgasm and unable to, the restraint heightening her focus on the center of her, on you, inside her, enormous, coming, filling her, taking her, claiming her as your own.
Sense motive roll on the idea of possibly impregnating Shae...
When you brought it up, you certainly did not get the sense that she was completely against the notion. She would probably be open to discussing it.
<oh,> she says.
<... I ... I suppose I'd better get over my insecurities, then,> she adds, a smile beginning to light her face.
After the meal and after he is able to recover his spells, Alaric will consecrate the altar. Getting rid of that silly superstition and making it ready for Reason and Liberty.
Koya watches the proceedings with interest.
"Thanks for the swift rescue, Alaric. That is one powerful spell. I hope to learn it too, some day."
"You have to believe in yourself," Alaric says solemnly.
DATES: Gozran 23 – Gozran 24
LOCATION: The Path of Spirits
SPECIAL ENCOUNTERS: None
WEATHER: N/A
WIND: N/A
DAY/NIGHT CYCLE: Underground
AVERAGE TEMPERATURE: 30 degrees Fahrenheit / -1.1 degrees Celsius
DISTANCE TRAVELED: 32 miles
TOTAL DISTANCE FROM SANDPOINT: 5523 miles
TOTAL TIME SINCE LEAVING SANDPOINT: 235 days
When you finally take your leave of the Yeti on the morning of Gozran 23, they direct you up the great ramp that rises out of the Throne Room. The tunnel it leads to, they say, will lead the Caravan to the outside world in only a few days of travel. (There are other exits, but they tend to be near-vertical shafts that emerge high in the mountains, which the Yeti use to go out to hunt, and are therefore not particularly useful for your Caravan.)
The first couple of days of journeying through the dark tunnel are blessedly uneventful.
Straightening, "Same rules as last time?" A pause, "Wait, I want to make one change to the rules from last time." She smiles, "The safe person gets to ride in the mind of either the winner or the loser if they want, during the forfeit." A smile, "How does that sound?"
Once he is out of his armor, she hugs him, her hands stealing under his torso and nails lightly scratching up his back. Her baby bump the only distancing factor. Her voice, a shade lust-roughened, is heavy with relief, "I knew you were stronger than her, but had to make sure you were..." Her arms secure around him.
Reddening, he takes inventory of his own outfit. "Shirt, pants, smallclothes, socks, boots. Five."
Zaiobe is wearing white stockings, a black skirt, a dark green button-up top, and presumably two more pieces beneath those.
She looks up at him, "But you really are okay?"
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"This does not bode well for winning..." Mel says not at all upset, "Ace of diamonds."
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"Two pair," Alaric says, obviously shocked.
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<Jack high,> Zaiobe comments. <So ... what comes off?>
Turning back around, she lifts the skirt with her foot and drops it into Alaric's lap.
She sits back down gracefully... well as gracefully as she can given her pregnancy.
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On the next hand, "Pair of tens."
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<Two pair, queens high,> Zaiobe says. <So ... I've been wondering if I might at some point get some more, um, lessons. From either of you, really. Like the blowjob lesson.>
When your orgasm at last subsides, Lio pulls you into a kiss, loosening his hold on you and releasing your hands. A moment later, lips still against yours, Lio pulls both of you out of the water and onto a smooth warm rock big enough to comfortably lay out on. You find yourself under her, and her legs are to each side of you, her breasts against yours, her lips still very much in place. Her tongue hungrily tasting yours for a long moment. Then she relaxes against you, her head lowers to your shoulder. She closes her eyes.
She wraps her arms around you, and pulls you close, tightly, for a long moment before her body relaxes, and her own eyes shut.
DATES: Gozran 25
LOCATION: See Below
SPECIAL ENCOUNTERS: None
WEATHER: See Below
WIND: See Below
DAY/NIGHT CYCLE: See Below
AVERAGE TEMPERATURE: See Below
DISTANCE TRAVELED: 16 miles
TOTAL DISTANCE FROM SANDPOINT: 5539 miles
TOTAL TIME SINCE LEAVING SANDPOINT: 236 days
On the 25th day of the month of Gozran, you see light at the end of the tunnel.
You emerge from an unprepossessing cave entrance nearly hidden by rocky scree. Had you seen it from this side, you might not have even noticed it.
Behind you, the tall peaks of the Wall of Heaven rise to the sky. But before you, a grassy plain stretches as far as your eyes can see, all the way to the horizon. Above you, the late afternoon sky is clear and blue. It is a cool spring day – light jacket weather. Certainly nothing that requires magic to endure.
You have surely reached the steppes of Hongal.
”Tian Xia,” Ameiko breathes, stepping forward onto the continent where her grandparents were born, as she sees it for the first time.
Since leaving Kalsgard, you have been traveling for 200 days – nearly seven months. Your journey on the Path of Aganhei was 4,599 miles in length.
But you have arrived in Tian Xia.
your legs are spread apart by chilly hands, and then the same cold fingers stroke your most intimate junction, right in the spot where your legs meet. You might have noticed that waxing that spot, in addition to stinging like hell, was also incredibly arousing. Her fingers find you wet, and she makes a small gulping noise. Her intent was to cast cure light wounds on you, but instead you hear a rustle of clothing and her hand withdraws while she takes off what shes wearing. She takes out the wand of cure light wounds. face me. she orders.
Shalelu turns and faces you.
Lio holds you tightly to him. He doesn't say anything, in the dark. Once he is soft he carefully extracts himself, while still holding on to you. Lio likes this form, enjoys being inside you, filling you twice. He finds it very appealing. His hands massage your back while you lay on him, the soft scales providing an interesting texture.
"Mmm," Shalelu murmurs, adjusting her position to get nice and comfortable.
After some time, Lio props her head up on her hand and watches you.
Her eyes blink open.
Lio uses the wand of cure light wounds like a drill instructors baton, holding it in one hand, while bringing it down into the palm of her other hand with a resounding thwack. "you are very naughty" she says, as the wand is trailed between your breasts, over your stomach, and then lower.
She stands as if at attention. As you have not asked her a question, or given her permission or instruction to speak, she says nothing.
"Mmm," Shalelu murmurs, adjusting her position to get nice and comfortable.
After a while, your head is pillowed between two soft mounds of breasts.