The Heal Slut: Chapter Ten - In The Wake of Death

Part Twenty Four: A Rage That Pierces

Letam of Zibush

It was a rough march towards the village, barely being able to see through the rain, but Sybil led them forward without hesitation. Seeing his mate so strong in the aftermath of what crushed him inside, he was filled with a deep love and a deep anger.

 

Anger for the man that destroyed his clan, that led them to the slaughter against opponents that would not back down even in the show of strength he brought against them. Early in Letam’s leadership, Alakai wanted to lead this raid towards the village, but all of his advisors, including Sybil, told him that it was doomed to fail.

 

There was no way around their wards with magic, the ancient wizard’s tower that blocked many raids in the centuries past. And the humans would fight tooth and nail against any threat. Even the addition of goblins and ogres to their ranks would only stop the humans for a time before they rallied against the threat.

 

It was doomed to fail and yet Alakai went anyway, sacrificing his own people in a bid for power that would ultimately lead to the death of their clan. The man’s pride wouldn’t let him retreat and Letam mourned for his people.

 

But still, Sybil led them on until they found the battle. Near the rear, they found their people and surged against them in force. A few turned and joined their ranks, but many of their people fought and were slaughtered.

 

Sybil’s magic raged and Letam’s axe was merciless against those that didn’t want to return to them. And then Letam felt as the tides turned, orks and goblins began retreating and in the distance, he heard Alakai’s call, urging them to fight harder.

 

One of them that returned to their group brought the news, a large Ork woman that was covered in blood.

 

“The ogres were killed, the demonborn and the witch and some others.” She gasped as Sipha tended to the woman’s large wound that sliced through her chest. “Alakai is trying to lead them forward. Please, I’m sorry my Priestess, Alakai said you were dead and it filled us with such rage.” The woman pleaded as Sybil watched her.

 

“Be at peace, my child. We shall make all right.” Sybil spoke gently to her and then turned to Letam. He scowled at his mate, not knowing that Alakai told them the priestess was dead.

 

“Let us end this, my love.” Sybil told him and they continued forward, fighting through the ranks. And then he was there, Alakai, surrounded by the three men that were his closest advisors. Two of them were magical and wielded fire against the humans that threatened to overwhelm their position.

 

The white Ork known as Alakai stood with a sneer on his face, directing his forces here and then as he fought alongside them. He had no wounds and wore the ceremonial armor of the chieftain. It was a direct message to Letam that the man’s pride would be his downfall. Simply, it was an objection to the magic that made him chieftain in his own battle.

 

As other orks fell back and joined them, Letam surged forward and took down the ork man that guarded Alakai’s back with one vicious swipe of his axe.

 

“Alakai!” Letam roared, the man turning with a smirk on his face. He prowled forward towards Letam, his sword dripping the blood of a slain human.

 

“I had wondered when you would show your ugly face again.” Alakai laughed and pointed his sword towards the man. “Teknap, Guptam, take down your traitor of an ex-chieftain.” Alakai commanded his followers, but before either man could react, Sipha and Sybil surged forward on each side of Letam.

 

Sybil blocked Teknap’s fireball with a swing of her staff, capturing the energy as she murmured and then threw it back at him. It hit him squarely in the chest even as he tried to dodge and exploded him in many burning chunks back into the orks that watched on. Sipha held a small staff in one hand and a dagger in the other as she dodged Guptam’s bursts of electricity, making zigzagging lines towards the much larger ork.

 

Sipha’s small size was Guptam’s downfall as she engaged him in close combat, easily dodging each swing of the man’s sword before taking advantage of the man’s lapse in guard, plunging her dagger up into the man’s neck and tearing it out as she backed away, the ork falling to the ground utterly dead.

 

The battle seemed to quell around them, both Orks and humans backing off as they saw the confrontation. In the area between their forces, Letam saw the demonborn, the gigantic man that made his wife pregnant. Their eyes met and Tirron’s blazed with fury, but he nodded towards the ork and Letam nodded back, acknowledging him.

 

“Back! All of you!” Sybil yelled as a small group of Orks surged forward towards Letam. She cast a ring of magic around Letam and Alakai, blocking anyone from entering, even her. “This man led you to slaughter, led you to kill innocent people in the name of a Priestess that is. RIGHT. HERE.” She screamed angrily as she pointed her staff in their direction. Any that dared to step toward her with a malicious intent were struck dead by a bolt of consuming fire.

 

The others backed away and several dropped their arms. But still, not many were left at all, their clan dwindled down to less than half its original size before the ill-fated battle.

 

“You want to take me, Letam? These are my people now!” Alakai raged as he sneered towards the man. Letam shook his head, readying his axe.

 

“These were never your people. You killed them, for nothing. We were strong, but you made us WEAK!” Letam roared and Alakai surged forward. They traded several blows, each Ork being strong, but slow.

 

Letam took a vicious wound in his chest that made his breath catch, but he caught Alakai in the side, blood pouring down his hip. Letam barely dodged a blow to his head, but Alakai rolled backwards as Letam sliced towards his midsection.

 

“Pride has killed you! It has killed our people! You are nothing more than a Godless Murderer! Oriana shall curse you to the depths of Hell!” Letam spat blood towards the white Ork that seemed to get more enraged by the second.

 

“You have killed our people!” Alakai screamed and ran forward, managing to slice into Letam’s thigh, but the ork was prepared and sliced clean through Alakai’s left arm, the limb falling to the ground as Alakai called out in pain. Still, the white ork was too far into his rage and rushed forward, sword in one hand and Letam was too slow to dodge the blow as it pierced straight through his stomach.

 

But if he was going to die, he was taking Alakai with him. Dropping his axe, he pulled his dagger out and viciously stabbed Alakai in the head as he tried to pull his sword free. The dagger pushed into Alakai’s forehead with a sickening sound. Alakai’s eyes were wide as he fell to the ground, hand reaching towards Letam, but death captured him.

 

Letam took a step backwards and then fell to the ground. The world seemed to shift around him and though he felt victorious, he felt life slowly beginning to leave him. The rain that pelted them before seemed to slow to a drizzle and then the magic that shimmered was broken and Sybil was there.

 

“Be still, please. I can.. I can-” Sybil cried as she used her staff to try and heal the wound, but it only seemed to make the blood flow slower. He heard others rush around his body, strange voices that he didn’t recognize, but he could only stare into the desperate eyes of his beloved. 

 

“I am no longer.. Part.. of this world. I join.. Orianna.. My.. love..” Letam spoke softly, barely able to speak as his energy began to slip away. Sybil’s tears fell on his body, she turned towards another.

 

“Please, can you save him?” She pleaded and he felt more than see the girl that was on the other side of him.

 

“I can not, this wound is.. It’s too bad.” The Healer spoke in a voice that seemed far too sad to be his mortal enemy.

 

“Sybil, make your peace.” The deep voice of a male came and then he appeared next to Sybil. The demonborn.

 

“You.. take care of her..” Letam growled, then coughed, excruciating pain overtaking him for a moment.

 

“I will, Letam. You are a great warrior, be with your goddess.” Letam heard as his eyes closed for a moment and then Sybil was screaming at him not to die.

 

“I’m.. tell me.. Tell me your.. Love..” Letam murmured as he felt his body begin to feel light and the pain seemed to ebb away into nothingness.

 

“I love you! Forever, as I’ve always said.. You are my mate, my bonded, you are my everything and life.. Life will be a shade without you..” Sybil mourned over him, his eyes opening to hers once more. The deep brown eyes, her face a picture of sadness, but her lips quirked as he lifted his hand and gripped her hair with all of his strength.

 

“I shall.. Be with you.. Always..” He spoke and then pulled with his little strength and their lips met. She tasted like heaven, like the afterlife. He enjoyed her one last time, the feel of her skins, the last thing that he could recognize before all feeling left and he felt his spirit begin to leave.

 

“Goodbye, Letam of Zibush. Be with the Goddess.” Sybil’s words came from far away and then he was gone.

 

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Tirron Maldrek

She raged in his arms, the woman that lost her husband, her mate, her bonded. Her energy was wild and wicked, cutting into him, but healing him in the next second. After Letam’s spirit left his body, she turned and ran away. A small girl nudged him and though her face was full of tears, her voice was clear.

 

“You must go to her. You can weather her rage, but she can not weather it alone. I shall take care of all here.” Her voice was soft and there was a deep well of sadness behind her gaze. Tirron looked at Marcia and she nodded, tears pouring down her face, then at Bree who simply nodded with a sad smile. Autumn had her face buried in Bree’s chest, sobbing.

 

“I shall return with her. Please, keep our people from fighting.” Tirron murmured to the girl who looked too small to be an ork. The girl nodded and waved him off. Tirron felt Sybil’s energy pulsing as he traced her path into the forest and found her next to a stream that came off of the river. She was surrounded by a power that made him hesitate, but only for one step.

 

“Go away!” Sybil screamed as he walked towards her. Tears poured down her face and she was broken. Tirron continued forward, taking the attacks that her power mounted, but batted them away without hurting her. And then he swept her into his arms and held her against his chest.

 

Her power was great and she raged for minutes, fighting against his grip, fighting against his power, fighting against the death that she, nor anyone, could change. Tirron wished they could do the ritual that brought him back from the brink, but they had no time and the man followed a different set of gods.

 

“He was my bonded!” Sybil screamed, piercing his ears. He ran his hand down her back as her body finally gave in and stopped fighting him.

 

“And he will be with you, always.” Tirron’s words tried to soothe her but the look in her eyes was utter despair.

 

“How.. how do I live without him, Tirron?” She pleaded, beating his chest with her hands, but it didn’t even hurt. Tirron shook his head, pressing his hand to her cheek.

 

“One day at a time, one breath at a time. It will hurt, but you have a people to live for. They are not wiped out. They will need your guidance and in return, they will help you live each day.” Tirron’s words seemed to pierce her and her power settled, still aching and pulsing, but no longer raging against him.

 

“I.. I don’t want to do this!” She sobbed and he soothed her, pressing her face to his chest and gripping her tightly.

 

“But you will. Sybil, you are strong.” He murmured into her ear and she sobbed hard for several seconds. Then she pulled away and her eyes were clearing, still full of sadness, but also something else.

 

“You.. You.. Tirron..” She stammered before shaking her head and frowning. “You are bonded three times over, and yet you are here.” She whispered, looking confused for a second.

 

“You forget that we have a bond as well. You carry my child in your belly. We may have our differences, but I’ve never wanted..” Tirron trailed off as she put her hands to her stomach.

 

“I never expected to lose my mate, either.” She told him, looking down at her form. There was no curve to her stomach, no apparent sign of her pregnancy besides the power within her. The power that called them together this night and pulled him together in her grief.

 

“I will do what I can for you.” He murmured and she tilted her chin up with a little smile, an emotion that pierce through the veil of sadness.

 

“You are a good man, Tirron. I.. I will need you. This.. child is ours. But it also carried Letam’s legacy. Are you okay with that?” Sybil asked, almost harshly, but Tirron could see her intention.

 

“I wish to uphold his honor, sweet woman. He is a warrior, through and through. I’d have expected the same of him, if I was killed in his place.” Tirron told her and she nearly sobbed, pressing her hand to her mouth.

 

“Letam would have liked you, if you weren’t human.” Sybil giggled wildly, her emotions swinging back and forth a bit.

 

“I would have liked him, had we met in a more peaceful time. I would have drank him under the table, of course.” Tirron joked and Sybil rolled her eyes, but slid forward and touched their foreheads together.

 

“You..” She began, sighing when she couldn’t find the words. Tirron wrapped his arms around her and pulled her completely into his lap before rising his hands up to her cheeks.

 

“I will always be here for you.” His words were little more than a whisper in the darkness and then Sybil shifted forward, pressing their lips together. It was a deep power that bloomed out of them and Tirron felt her power settle around his completely. The bond that was broken by the death of her husband latched onto him deep inside and he felt it acutely as their lips fought against one another.

 

“Always?” Sybil murmured, pulling away with a look of shock. Tirron nodded slowly, feeling the bond settle into his core along with those of his other mates. 

 

“Sweet woman, I promised your husband that I would take care of you. I don’t break promises.” Tirron growled at her and she bit her lip as he tilted forward and caught her lips once more. This one was a little more passionate and Tirron enjoyed her lips, the feeling of her energy, the feeling of her curvy body.

 

“I’ll do everything in my power to make myself worthy.. Of that promise.” Sybil nodded and Tirron felt their energy shift around them and become something more for a split second. It was a promise that became part of them, settling in the small part of him that was exclusively for her, for their child.

 

“That’s all I can ever ask. Our child will be a strong man one day, carrying our three legacies.” Tirron grinned and the two of them laughed as a lightness swept away a little more of the sadness. Tirron gripped her hips as he stood and she stood with him, pressing close to him.

 

“We must return now, but.. Can we meet again in the coming days?” Sybil asked a little hesitantly, as if she expected him to deny her.

 

“We can meet at any time. My mates will be happy to have your presence. Even if you’ve been a thorn in their sides before.” Tirron nudged her side and she made a little yelping sound, looking shy as he tickled her.

 

“I.. can’t promise I’ll never be a thorn in their sides again, but I’ll never attack them. I won’t beg, though!” Sybil growled fiercely and Tirron laughed as they began a slow walk through the dark back towards where they left.

 

“I don’t expect you to get down on your knees, woman.” Tirron shook his head as he held her around the waist, their steps in sync as they walked, barely looking at the ground.

 

“Only for-” Sybil caught herself and let out a giggle as she nearly tripped. Tirron rolled his eyes and gripped her side a little tighter.

 

“Let’s broach that subject another time, my Ork.” He murmured in her ear and he felt the shiver down her spine.

 

But as they approached, she told him that she’ll need a little space now. Before they emerged out of the trees, they kissed once more and then she strode out, a little hitch in her step, but she was determined to face the consequences of the night with a clear head. Tirron just admired the strength inside of her.


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Part Twenty Five: Apologies and Comfort

Sybil of Zibush

The clearing was no longer full of bodies, only one that was left for her to decide on. Her people stood at one end to the north, a large cart holding many of her deceased clan members. She was sure many more had already been taken away to be burned on a Great Pyre. And at the head of the Pyre would be the man, her love.

 

Around his body stood the four people she expected. Tirron’s three mates and her own disciple, Sipha. Sipha was speaking to the girls in a hushed voice, but turned as they noticed Sybil and Tirron’s approach. The man that brought her back to life was a step behind her, but close enough that she could still feel the heat that characterized his presence.

 

It was his strength that restored her belief that she could live, even if it would hurt. She had a purpose, living for Tirron, living for their child, living for her people. Even if Letam’s loss carved a piece of her heart away, she would recover one day and make him proud. The area was lit by some torches placed in the ground.

 

“Sipha, Marcia, Bree” Sybil nodded towards the three, then looked curiously at the fourth. Tirron laid a gentle hand on her back briefly before he stepped towards the girls.

 

“Sybil, this is Autumn.” Tirron introduced, “She was part of the caravan, like me. Autumn, this is Sybil. I.. We are bonded, now. She is carrying my child and has vowed not to attack us again.” Tirron told them. Marcia and Bree seemed to accept it without comment, but Autumn looked on the verge of tears. But it surprised Tirron when Autumn stepped forward and looked up at the tall Ork woman.

 

“You.. led the assault that killed my lover.. But.. I never wished for you to lose yours..” Autumn’s face was full of conflict, but Tirron knew better than to intervene. Sybil’s gaze was overcome and a couple of tears overflowed onto her face.

 

“I am.. I am truly sorry, Autumn. I was led astray and.. I regret everything that has caused this moment to happen.” Sybil spoke as she touched the girl’s shoulders softly. Autumn shook her head and burst into Sybil’s arms, the strong woman holding her close.

 

“I don’t! We both have lost those we held dear.. But they still live with us! I hope you are okay, but the dead are gone now and we have the living to care about!” Autumn cried into the woman’s chest, her words seeming to pierce everyone in the clearing. Sybil rubbed the girl’s back softly and stroked her hair.

 

“That is true, my sweet girl.” Sybil pulled Autumn away from her chest and tilted her chin up. “And we shall do everything in our power to make life worth living again, right?” Sybil asked her and Autumn smiled through her tears and nodded.

 

“Then we shall all do it together.” Sybil murmured and kissed Autumn’s forehead softly, shifting the girl towards Tirron, who picked her up in his strong grasp as she laid her head on his shoulder, seemingly content in his grasp.

 

“I apologize for everything, Marcia, Bree. I don’t wish to get in between your relationship with Tirron and I understand if you don’t want me around.” Sybil bowed towards the two women, who looked surprised. Bree nudged Marcia forward with a grin, the human girl stepping towards Sybil.

 

“You.. You never really tried to kill us. I understand what led you to be the way that you are. If you vowed not to attack our people, I believe you. If Tirron trusts you.. That’s all the matters to me.” Marcia held out her hand and Sybil felt as surprised as the girls were.

 

“Thank you..” Sybil murmured as she took Marcia’s hand and held it for a second, before Bree pushed the girl forward and sandwiched Marcia between the two women. Sybil was caught off guard, but felt encouraged by the witch’s show of affection.

 

“I always knew you had a little good in you, Sybil.” Bree giggled as she patted Sybil on the back around Marcia’s body, whose face was planted between Sybil’s breasts and seemed to be struggling. As the two girls backed away, Marcia’s face was blushing furiously and the rest of them couldn’t hold back the laughter at her averted gaze.

 

Sybil turned to Sipha last and the girl held a smile that could light up the world. She held her hands out and the small girl rushed into her arms, pressing her face a little lower than where Marcia’s pressed, but the ork girl didn’t seem to mind at all, needing a little bit of comfort in that moment. Sybil turned the girl around towards Tirron after a moment.

 

“Tirron, this is my acolyte, my right hand, Sipha Grace Yawnmere. Sipha, this is the man that planted a child in me a week ago and took up my broken bond tonight. I was prepared to kill myself, letting my energy eat away at my body, but he saved me.” Sybil introduced them and the words seemed to echo, piercing their hearts. Sybil just kept her eyes on Tirron as he planted Autumn on the ground and knelt in front of Sipha, eyes peering strong at the small girl.

 

“Did you know that would happen?” He asked in a soft voice and Sipha giggled a little, but the girl shrugged her shoulders.

 

“She needed you. I didn’t know about the bond, but I am glad that you were there. My Priestess is the most important person in my life and she needed you to save her. I’ll be grateful until I take my last breath.” Sipha bowed to him, nearly sinking down to her knees before he gripped her and pulled her close to him.

 

Sybil could see the way she wriggled and looked shy for a moment before she sank into his embrace. She couldn’t hear a whisper that came from Sipha’s lips into his ears, but she could see the grin on his face as he let her pull away, though his hands lingered on her hips tellingly.

 

“You’ll take care of our woman, right? And let me know if she needs help?” Tirron asked and Sipha bit her lip, nodding.

 

“I promise.” Sipha nodded and he leaned forward, kissing her forehead. Sipha slipped out of his grasp with a giggle and hid behind Sybil as Tirron stood again and smirked at his newest mate.

 

“You are an evil man.” Sybil scowled, surprised that Sipha took to the man so easily, when she was shy and scared of most others. Tirron shook his head and touched Sybil’s cheek softly before glancing beyond her.

 

“I mean it, you let me know if you need anything and I’ll help. Even if I have to come to your home and weather the stares of a shit ton of human-hating Orks.” Tirron’s voice was strong and she found herself nodding.

 

“They’ll get used to it. You all should go now. We have a funeral to take care of. We’ll meet again soon, my loves. Thank you for everything.” Sybil said and the others bowed to her as one, even Tirron. And then they were off, walking away. Tirron was in the middle as he lifted Autumn in his arms once more and Autumn waved as she watched them over his shoulder. Marcia and Bree flanked him and Sybil wished she could go with him, be thrown in his bed, and taken until she could forget the day.

 

But that wasn’t possible. Tears came back to her eyes as she turned to the body covered in a brown cloak, the body of her dead husband. But Sipha was there, a strong presence by her side. And she needed every ounce of strength she could get.

 

“Let’s head home, my love.” Sybil sighed as she stroked a stray strong of Sipha’s wild hair, the girl nodded as she waved someone over to carry the body. Home.. A home with so many lost, with no husband, but with the bond in her heart giving her strength.

 

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Autumn Bizbee

Being in Tirron’s arms was the only place she wanted to be, the night was an up and down nightmare, ending in a relatively positive outcome, with Sybil seemingly held together after the death of her husband and Tirron’s rescue. But as they came towards the gates, Autumn was saddened to see the results of the night. Bodies piled in long lines, so many lives lost.

 

And the wreckage was devastating, fires burning in town and countless guards and villagers rushing around to fix the ruin. Autumn had to bury her face in Tirron’s neck before she broke out in tears once more, and she was too exhausted to cry anymore.

 

“We are going to find the captain and see what we can do to help. You guys head back to the house and get a bath or something.” Bree told Tirron and Autumn felt the man bend down to kiss the girls in turn, who each laid a hand on Autumn’s back and then they were gone.

 

“You want a bath, sweet girl?” Tirron asked as he carried her back towards the house, Autumn nodded, relaxing in his arms as they ventured through the town. It was still dark out and Autumn couldn’t see much in the few times she peeked out, but the clamor got quieter as they headed south.

 

She wriggled in his arms as they came into the house and headed up the stairs and into Bree’s bathroom. He planted her on the counter and went about running a hot bath. She watched him, the rough smirk on his battle worn face as he began to strip out of his armor and clothes. His clothes were pretty soaked with blood, but most of his body now was healed of wounds, with only a few new scars added to the old ones.

 

And then he came to her when he was nude and began stripping her. Autumn couldn’t resist his strong hands, peeling away her cloak, weapons, dress, panties and when she was naked, he lifted her once more against him and immersed them in the water. It was soothing, immediately stripping away so much tension she held.

 

“Are you okay?” Tirron asked as he kneaded her back, rubbing soothing circles into her skin. She sighed under his touch and thought about nodding, but sorta shrugged as she laid her head against his shoulder.

 

“I don’t know, but I’ll be okay. Are you?” She asked in a shaky voice, not wanting to relive the night in her head. He chuckled as he continued massaging her back.

 

“As okay as I ever am after something that intense. Pretty sore, but Sybil accidentally healed most of my wounds when her power was going wild.” Tirron’s voice was soothing and his hands were relaxing and she let go of all of the worries she had.

 

“I love you..” Autumn murmured as his arms wrapped around her.

 

“And I, you.” Tirron whispered back to her and they simply relaxed in the hot water for a while, simply relaxing together. Autumn didn’t realize she nodded off until Tirron began washing her with a soft cloth and she was very awake by the time he was done.

 

Then she sat back and watched him cleaning himself, washing what blood and dirt was left on his body and then he helped her out of the tub and dried them both off with a snap of his fingers. She trembled as his hands picked her up once more, cradling her in his arms as he carried her into her own bedroom and set her on the bed, sliding under the blanket with her.

 

Despite the arousal deep in her belly due to his persistent washing of her body, the night wore on her and she fell asleep within minutes of laying in his strong arms.

 

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Marcia Tumbleheart

While the thrill of the victory still kept her head up, the devastation and death made her heart break. Between her and Bree, several guards and townspeople escaped with their lives, but only just. Entire limbs cut off, faces disfigured, even a few unmentionable acts by the invaders on some helpless villagers.

 

By the time the sun was rising, Marcia was exhausted and it was clear that Bree was reaching that state as well. Bree finally escorted the girl back to the house and hustled her upstairs and into the bath without many words.

 

“That was hell..” Marcia murmured as the two girls relaxed in the large bath tub. She leaned back against Bree who had her arms around the girl and softly rubbed at her stomach.

 

“Quite. All over one evil man’s power grab and a perceived slight by us. I.. feel responsible for what happened. If we’d simply let Sybil escape..” Bree responded, the sadness clear in her voice.

 

“We couldn’t have known this would happen. I feel guilty as well.. But it was that Ork’s greed that brought death to our very doorstep.” Marcia insisted, but her heart wasn’t in it. Seeing the death up close, after all the battle energy wore off was terrifying. If they hadn’t faced off against the ogres, there would be so many more dead. Half the village could have been destroyed by the rampaging giants.

 

Even the tower could have fallen and that would spell disaster in much worse ways, opening them up for conflict with even more powerful foes. She knew there was a necromancer operating nearby, but he was usually in a deep meditative slumber this part of the year due to the heat.

 

“At least.. This won’t happen again anytime soon. The orks are all but wiped out and Sybil will unite the rest of them. It was surprising, her bond with Tirron. But I can’t say it doesn’t fit with the way it was Sybil that brought us all together in the first place.” Bree chuckled, rubbing circles low on Marcia’s belly.

 

“She holds the other child conceived that day. Goddess, watching Tirron fuck her so relentlessly was such a turn on. Even now after we’ve been together for a bit.” Marcia giggled, feeling a heat form in the core of her being. It was almost desperate after the emotional day.

 

“I think I’ll get a chance to witness it up close, then.” Bree murmured as her fingers wandered lower, wandering into the small strip of short hair above her sex. Marcia let out a soft whine of need, making Bree chuckle against her hair. “You need a little.. Distraction?” Bree whispered into Marcia’s ear before sliding her tongue along the outside of her ear.

 

“Yes.. please..” Marcia begged as both of Bree’s hands slid down her and pushed her legs apart, sliding her nails up her inner thighs. Fingers moved up on each side of her sex, smushing her lips together.

 

“You’ve been a good girl today, I’m so proud of you.” Bree murmured, sliding her lips down and kissing along Marcia’s neck. Her fingers ran back down against her pussy, small teasing touches along her lips, making Marcia whine with need.

 

“I’m always.. Always a good girl!” Marcia objected as Bree’s fingers finally took separate paths, two of them coming up to her clit to rub it softly, while two of her other hand easily slid into her, hooking up to rub against her spot.

 

“That’s up for debate, baby girl.” Bree teased her, nibbling along her neck back to her earlobe, which she took into her lips. Marcia was unable to respond as the pleasure built up steadily under Bree’s skilled fingers, working slowly but steadily on her two most intense places.

 

“Bree.. Please.. I’m-” Marcia gasped as her first orgasm built up from Bree’s slow fingers, but was just out of reach until Bree’s teeth roughly bit her neck just below her ear and the human girl was thrust over the edge, her body shaking with pleasure. For Marcia, the tensions of the night fell away as her orgasm did, leaving her simply tired and satisfied.

 

Bree took care of her in the following minutes, washing her body, her hair, then bundling her up in a towel to dry as she washed herself quickly, then guided from the counter where she half dozed to the bed.

 

“Go to sleep, my girl. Sleep well.” Bree’s soft words came as they cuddled under the covers and the elven woman’s lips pressed to her forehead. It was a comfort that she needed, sending her straight to sleep without another thought.


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