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Traveling with Talitanitia was spectacular. Some mornings I would wake up mid-orgasm, her greedy, long tongue snaking in and out of me, lashing across my clit at the same time. Others, I would instead awaken to some audacious act of lovemaking between her and Oluth, one morning the two of them caught in some acrobatic ball of sex, another the great bull on his hands and knees, massive prick pulled back between his legs as she licked and slurped upon the undersides of his upside-down balls. In the evenings, the two of them would train, their grunts and shouts echoing wherever we were, the great Amazonian Princess teaching and molding Oluth’s fighting technique, honing his brute strength into precise skill; she seemed sure he would surpass her in time. Their mock battles would inevitably give way to lovemaking. Somehow my jealousy was just not as great as it had been in the past. Talitanitia was not merely another member of Oluth’s harem, she was an extension of him, an improvement, and I simply loved her with the same heart I pined after my Minotaur with. But such travel was not with happy cause. We’d been following what tracks Valsivale’s captor has left for a week now, and still could not feel that we had grown any closer. It was with some despair on the 8 th morning that ‘Tia relented in her search. “I do not understand it. The trail is now completely cold. It’s as though they simply vanished.” “They probably did.” I explained. “Valsivale can do exactly that, in the blink of an eye.” “Then she is lost.” Oluth growled. “Don’t be so sure of that.” Saela said, holding an object aloft. It was one of Valsivale’s glass beads. “Why didn’t you use that sooner!?” I demanded. “When you… borrow…as many things as I do, you sort of lose track.” Saela answered. Then she pressed the orb to her forehead and closed her eyes. Emotion after emotion chased themselves across Saela’s face. Even without the expressiveness of her large and luminous eyes which remained shut tight the whole time. She was scared, then angry, then in agony, and somewhere in the middle of it all she seemed to have a sort of orgasm, and then she was calm and her eyes snapped open. “She’s not far from here.” She revealed, Ankara bayan escort but raised a hand as though to stop us from celebrating. “Someone’s with her. A woman with tattoos. She’s very dangerous.” “Who could be more dangerous than Valsivale?” I demanded. The Enchantress was easily the strongest mortal being I’d ever met. “I don’t know. But she’s a skilled torturer. Valsivale has snapped. She won’t be fighting on our side.” “I fear no woman or man.” Said ‘Tia, furrowing her brow. “Let us go collect your Enchantress, save her if she can be saved, and kill her if she cannot.” “I’m not sure there’s any use. She can pluck your emotions from the very air and weave them into anything she chooses.” I chimed in. “Then we shall face her with nothing but cold purpose. No emotions to pluck: No power.” The Amazon offered. “I shall teach you.” * * * I shall not, dear reader, bore you with the details of the next few hours after that. We sat around the fire as Talitanitia barked orders at us, using her great voice and presence to rouse emotions in us, then taught us to breath them out or put our minds elsewhere, a tactic her people have developed as the cold rational counter to a rival tribe’s berserker rages; a way of maintaining calm in the face of fear. I was especially good at it; I’d always been a cold bitch and I knew it. Oluth seemed equally capable of a stone façade that befit his imposing figure well. But Saela was a weak link. “Maybe I shouldn’t go.” She whined in frustration. “I’m not good at this!” “Very well.” I soothed her. “But when this is over I get to suck off Oluth next.” It was her turn, and she scowled, but didn’t offer any protest. Then I spoke to the others. “If things go bad in there, don’t worry. I have a trump card I can play. I can only play it once, and I desperately do not want to, but just know that I have it, and let that fact keep you calm.” * * * We made our way into the cave that Saela had led us to, though she turned back at the mouth to wait for us. I do not know what range Valsivale could pluck emotion from, but I hoped this would be far enough. It was dark in the cave, and it wound left and right, but Talitanitia Escort bayan Ankara brought out a strange glowing rock from her bag that lit the way. Soon it was not needed as we found ourselves emerging into a vast room with a wide opening at its top that allowed for the influx of light. “I’ve been waiting for you.” Came a voice, a little husky, female, and scornful. We looked up to one of the naturally formed pillars of the room, atop its flat surface sat Valsivale, her legs dangling over the edge, her expression an odd mix of sadness and anger. But it was not she who had spoken; next to her stood a woman in a hooded cloak, her features fair from what I could see. “If you surrender yourselves now, this will all be much easier.” The woman added. “My husband sent you.” I said calmly, ‘Tia’s techniques working perfectly to circumvent my fear. “No, he did not. But he will reward me handsomely when we do meet. I am Mad Malarielle, and I have never failed to bring in a bounty.” She reached down and gently caressed Valsivale’s cheek. “But this one was very dangerous, and I couldn’t risk trying to take you all on. Now that she knows her place,” and with this she reached across Valsivale’s torso and fondled a breast possessively, “she will help me to bring you in… unless you’d like to do this the easy way and surrender now, of course.” “You’ve lost Malarielle, and it is you who should surrender.” Rumbled Oluth, voice echoing in the cavern. He moved to the wall of the mini-mesa, starting to climb it opposite Talitanitia who did the same. She spoke too as she started to climb, “I come from one of the eastern tribes, and we have ways of cooling our emotions. Valsivale will not be able to help you by drawing on us, and we can surely take you.” Malarielle’s laugh was piercing and loud. “Idiots. She doesn’t need to. I’m here.” And with that she did a curious thing, stepping across the Enchantress’ legs and facing her, she opened the robe. She must have been naked beneath it, for though I could not see around the back of it, I could hear licking and lapping sounds, followed by Malarielle’s breath quickening. She was moaning in the throes of orgasm Bayan escort Ankara by the time Oluth and ‘Tia had reached the top of the pillar. It didn’t take a magical or empathic gift to sense that now the air was saturated with lust. We were in trouble. * * * Oluth and ‘Tia charged across the pillar and it gave me a moment of hope, but at the last second, Mad Malarielle simply stepped out of the way, allowing the two of them to clash in a passionate embrace, Valsivale’s hands dancing in their eldritch patterns as she seemed to be heightening the level of sexual arousal the two were experiencing. Oluth’s cock was hard so quickly that one could hear the audible *whack* of it lifting and striking Talitanitia between her already dripping thighs. The two sort of dry humped in this position for a while, Oluth dragging the greatness of his member back and forth, his flared head giving her an extra treat at the end of each pull-back. I moved forward, desperate to find a way to help them, though I was no mighty warrior and could not simply ascend the pillar as they had. I caught a better glimpse of the mad one beneath her robe. Her body was marked with tribal tattoos, lines and triangles all over her form, surrounding her substantial (though insignificant compared to any of other women in this cave) breasts and framing her meticulously trimmed and tattooed sex. She was lithe, and muscular, and her face was mischievous and bemused at her apparent victory. “It’s all over now. You two will simply fuck until exhausted, and then I will bring the lot of you with me to Lord Fizzlethip.” I shuddered at the horrible sound of my husband’s stupid last name. Fizzlethip. Seriously. Fizzlethip. You know what sounds awesome? Lady Ailara. That’s really my first name. You know what sounds atrociously stupid? Ailara Fizzlethip. Ugh. But, dear reader, I digress. After the initial annoyance at hearing my husband’s stupid name, I actually pulled back and relaxed. The bounty huntress had made a horrible miscalculation in this plan. Oluth and ‘Tia fucking until exhausted? I hoped for Malarielle’s sake that she’d brought enough food and water for herself to last that long. And the two “victims” of the lust spell seemed to know it too. At her words, they exchanged a meaningful glances before allowing their embrace to take them to the floor, Oluth’s long tongue snaking over ‘Tia’s neck, and breasts, down to her thighs where he spiraled and drove it into her, devouring the Amazon’s sex like so much delicious honey.
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