Lace
Lace rolled her eyes as her friend Reetha rejected Bartam, again. She was tired of Bartam pestering her friend, and tired of Reetha's moping too.
"You should just marry him," Lace told Reetha. "There's no reason to be alone, now."
Reetha needed to let go of her dream of mating a thunder god and move on.
"No, thank you." Reetha replied tersely.
"A girl needs protection in this life, Reetha. Bartam would be a fine protector. It's him, or the men'll think you're free for any of them. You don't want to be used like that."
Lace liked being used like that, but Reetha was different, less passionate, more controlled. In this town, women were either dedicated to the thunder gods, married, or sluts. There was no place for a virgin like Reetha. Lace hoped she'd figure that out before she got too hurt.
"Lace, I need you back here." The innkeeper, Arth, called.
Lace hurried to the back room. Arth was a good boss, as long as you didn't keep him waiting.
"I need you to go flag down Demas as she passes us tonight and convince her to go check on our salt delivery. It should have been here two days ago. Promise her whatever she wants, we need that salt." Arth told Lace.
Lace frowned; her brother was in that caravan. "Alright, Arth. But don't leave Reetha out there on her own with Bartam. I don't trust him with her."
"I'll take care of her," Arth assured Lace. As soon as he made sure that Lace was leaving on an errand that would take at least all night, Arth went back to peak out into the bar. Bartam had paid him enough to rent the whole inn for six months, for this one night. Arth wanted to see what Bartam was going to do with Reetha now that he'd bought her.
Arth always liked to watch, that was why he'd started an Inn in the first place. The building had a secret passage that allowed him to watch every room. He loved watching the guests fuck when they thought they were alone. And he loved watching his serving girls get fucked.
Reetha had stubbornly refused all offers, but Arth was positive she needed to get laid, and Bartam was the best man for that job. So, he didn't really feel guilty about conspiring against her.
Arth watched as Bartam and the other men arranged Reetha on the bar and tied her down. She was naked and struggling to get free of the five men. Arth undid his trousers and took out his penis, stroking it slowly. Something told him that this wouldn't be over quickly, and he didn't want to cum too soon.
Lace went to the town center where the signal to request a thunder rider was located. Demas always passed this way once a week, regularly, so it was easiest to signal for her whenever it was needed. Still, Arth could have sent some of his men by horse to look for the salt delivery. Maybe Arth remembered that her brother was on that trip and was being nice by paying for a thunder rider to make a faster search?
With fear constricting her throat, worried for her brother, Lace raised the signal. Then, she waited. It could be minutes, or hours, before Demas would pass and see the request.
The sound of massive flapping wings woke Lace. She watched, nervously as the nude thunder rider and her mount landed in the square.
"Hey there!" Demas called down to Lace. "What's wrong here?"
"Arth asked me to request that you find our salt delivery, it's two days late!" Lace replied, worry in her voice.
"Two days? That journey takes a month, and he's worried after two days? I have more important things to worry about than his salt!" Demas pointed out.
"Please, my brother is on that caravan, and I'm worried now. Please, can't you look?" Lace begged, fear overwhelming her pride.
Demas looked at the pretty girl, flicking her gaze from head to toe, pausing briefly at the tempting heave of her breasts, the wringing of her soft hands, and the flash of skin that showed at her ankle.
Her mount, Yatrathen, confirmed Demas' assessment.
This one is pretty, isn't she?
Lace couldn't understand the growling of the thunder god and trembled at the sound of its deep voice. Only the thunder rider to which the god was mated could understand him.
"What will you offer me? To neglect my other duties and chase after your brother instead?" Demas asked the girl.
"Anything!" Lace cried, her worry that Arth had stirred up magnified by her fear of the giant beast in front of her.
"Yatrathen and I do enjoy having another woman around, from time to time," Demas suggested.
"Whatever you want, I'll do. I'll cook and clean, and... and... whatever is useful for you, thunder rider," Lace promised, not understanding Demas' meaning. And how could she, the thunder riders were famously monogamous. But what everyone knew, wasn't quite right. Each thunder god was an individual, after all, and Yatrathen enjoyed watching his rider play with other women. Sometimes, Demas' would even let him fly with another woman.
He could never bond with another, that only happened a Vishanee's male first mounting. And, other Vishanee thought it was wrong to take a rider with which one could not bond. Yatrathen had a bit of a fetish, though, and he was lucky that his bond mate would sometimes indulge him.
Demas knew that Lace didn't understand what she wanted, but she decided not to clarify it right away.
"Well, come on up then, Yatrathen can handle two riders."
Lace eyed the thunder god fearfully. Reetha would die of jealousy when she heard about this. Why had Arth sent her and not Reetha? Then, she wouldn't have to be worried about her brother, and she wouldn't have to fly!
"Well, do you want to find your brother, or not?" Demas prompted her.
Lace gritted her teeth and climbed onto the back of the thunder god. She wrapped her arms around Demas naked waist. Lace flushed as she thought about the giant cock that Demas was riding. She couldn't imagine how any woman wouldn't be perpetually horny in that condition.
At that thought, Lace suddenly reevaluated the conversation she'd just had with Demas.
No, she couldn't have meant 'enjoy' like that, could she?
Among her many regrets at that moment, Lace regretted not wearing panties under her skirts as her pussy pulsed to life and she lubricated the thunder god where she sat. She prayed that the god wouldn't be angry with the mess.
Yatrathen thrilled at the feel of the new woman's arousal on his back.
She is wet already.
He told Demas as he launched them into the sky.
Demas smiled; she'd had a feeling that Lace would be suited to what they enjoyed. Boldly, she gently took Lace's hands and relocated them to her breasts.
"Hold on tight!" She yelled gleefully.
Lace, spurred by the command, the fear, and an as yet unexplored attraction, obeyed.
As they rose higher in the sky, the air cooled. But the heat radiated by the thunder god and his long hair, which covered their legs, kept the riders pleasantly warm. Demas caught most of the wind and her nipples hardened from the cold and the stimulation that Lace provided.
Lace let herself enjoy the feel of playing with the other woman's nipples and breasts. Pinching, kneading and, occasionally, gripping them in terror whenever Yatrathen made a sharp turn or dive or ascent.
After about an hour of flying, Lace felt brave enough to move one of her hands lower. She pushed down through the thunder god's hair and felt Demas' pussy. It was hot and wet and slick under her fingers. Curiously, Lace moved her hand a bit further down and felt the soft skin of the god's life rod where Demas rode it.
Heat blossomed through her, and another gush of her juices spurted out. Lace was intrigued by playing with Demas' body, and enjoyed exploring her, but she loved penises. The very idea of a penis as big as she had heard the thunder god's were, as big as the dildo's that Reetha had shown her, excited her wildly. She long to see the whole thing, unsheathed.
Just thinking of it, Lace began rocking her body, rubbing her pleasure mound against Demas soft butt cheeks, against the thunder gods' back.
Yatrathen felt Lace struggle to pleasure herself and decided to help, a little. Yatrathen started a slow descent that pulled Lace tightly into Demas back, her breasts pressing into her back under her shirt. Then, he added a bit of a wave to help everything rub together nice and rhythmically. Demas pressed Lace's hand into her pleasure mound, guiding her fingers to the right location and movement.
The sliding of Demas life hole up and down on his life rod, and the knowledge that his riders were pleasuring themselves with him each other, aroused Yatrathen too. His rod heated and pulsed with excitement as all three of them rode to climax together.
Lace, who had started the whole chain, came first. That set off Yatrathen's climax, and then Demas came as she felt Yatrathen shoot his cum inside her.
Yatrathen flew lazily and slow then, as they kept heading along the path the salt caravan would take. The first light of morning was breaking, and they could see clearly for miles.
Feeling a bit guilty about becoming so distracted from her brother's potential plight, Lace began earnestly watching the road over which they flew. It was less than an hour later that they saw the caravan below them, right where they should be, and in perfect shape.
"Would you like to land and talk to your brother?" Demas asked Lace.
Lace's face turned red as she considered. Her brother could always tell when Lace had recently orgasmed, he'd caused more than a few himself. She would never hear the end of it if he knew she'd rubbed herself raw on the back of a thunder god.
"No, they look fine!" Lace replied hastily.
"Well, then. Your Arth's salt is fine, and your brother is fine, and no one expects us to be anywhere for a while. I've already neglected my duties for a little while, a day off wouldn't hurt. And you did offer
anything.
" Demas said.
Lace squeezed her thighs as her pussy heated again. "Mmmm... Yes, I did say
