The Heavenly Host

Talarius was shaking his head. “A wizardess summoned a demon to use as a sex toy? Clearly, Astlan has fallen into the hands of sin and debauchery. Wizards are a pox on humanity!”

“Okay, finally! That’s something we can agree on!” Tizzy smiled and tried to pat the knight on the shoulder, but Talarius dodged out of the way, frowning through his visor. Tizzy just shook his head in mild annoyance. “Just trying to be nice! See what it gets me?” He took a big puff of his pipe.

Estrebrius was frowning as well. “It really does not seem fair. I hope she’s ugly.”

Reggie chuckled. “Not at all. My chocolate mistress is gorgeous with junk in all the right places. She is totally fine!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah... like huckleberry wine. Yes, we get it. You got yourself a hot accursed mistress who tortures you with endless sex. Boo hoo!” Boggy said, harrumphing and crossing his arms in front of him.

Antefalken chuckled. “Well, actually, the prolonged bonking is actually part of the bonding process for an incubus. So she was not doing it just for pleasure; it was also binding Reggie much closer to his mistress. Am I not right, Reggie?”

“Uhm, yeah,” Reggie stuttered, nearly forgetting that Antefalken did not realize he and Tom were recent arrivals in the Abyss. Tom nodded at him in approval. He still needed to explain things better to Reggie so he did not screw anything up. The lies were starting to get tricky; he was afraid they were only going to get worse.

Druids and Shamans[13]

Chapter 91

“Holy...” Gastropé breathed out, staring at the naked women surrounding them. Jenn closed her eyes tightly as they accidentally drifted across the hairy crotch of one of the brown, wingless demons. Satyrs — she knew they were satyrs, she had read about them and Trisfelt had told her stories about his travels among them — but they looked so much like wingless demons!

“So!” Trevin said loudly, drawing the group’s attention back to her. Opening her eyes, she noted that even Maelen was forcing his gaze to return to Trevin from the nymphs. “Welcome to the Grove!” A cheer rose up, followed by shouts of welcome and cheers from the assembled forest dwellers. Jenn nodded politely and tried very hard not to look at all the naked individuals.

“We will be spending the day here resting up, bathing and getting ready for launch shortly after fierdrise tomorrow. It’s timed with first tide, interestingly enough.” Trevin chuckled. “So I’m afraid that means we’ll be taking the skiffs at a very early hour, or perhaps very late hour depending on your nocturnal plans!” She winked at Maelen.

“On that note” — here she looked each of the outsiders in the eyes — “you may be aware that people here are extremely friendly, and even more curious. They love new experiences, new friends, etcetera. Thus you are all likely to receive invitations for fun and games.” Cheers rose from the local denizens. “Do not feel pressured into accepting; a polite ‘no thanks’ will always be respected, if grudgingly by some.” She glared at an older satyr standing nearby, who suddenly looked at the ground.

“But if you do accept, you need not fear the normal consequences.” Trevin smiled brightly. “Gentlemen, in case you were not aware, nymphs and dryads only get pregnant when they desire it, and the other ladies have their own precautions.”

Trevin smiled at Jenn, looking directly at her. “And while, yes, it is true that satyrs can breed with nearly every living species everywhere, it generally takes quite a bit of effort to prepare the host.” She paused for a moment as if thinking. “Typically for a human female, you’d need to have intercourse at least two dozen, if not three dozen times. So do not worry about a few rounds! Given the time we have, I doubt there’ll be time for more than a dozen attempts.” She smiled at Jenn, who found herself blushing furiously and somewhat angrily.

Trevin turned and smiled even wider at Gastropé. “It takes almost twice as much to prepare a male host, so feel free to have at it!” Gastropé blanched and adjusted his turban nervously. Trevin spun. “I have to go make a few arrangements. Allow the welcome committee to show you to a breakfast buffet and some bathing ponds so you can freshen up. We shall reconvene at lunch!” The enchantress waved and strode off quickly, disappearing into the throng of nymphs and satyrs.

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Barabus entered the command tent where Iskerus was eating a late breakfast, presumably having tried to get a little sleep in himself. “Rested?” Barabus asked the Arch-Diocate.

“No,” Iskerus said rather irately — unusual for him. “Ruiden woke me this morning with a demand to watch the balling.”

“He was there! What does he need the balling for?” Barabus asked, puzzled.