Chapter 5 - The Road of Whores
AN:
Just a quick disclaimer, there are no sex scenes in this chapter, though sexy things will still happen.
Whatever the nymphling was saying, it flew right over Mels' head. All he could focus on was the near-naked Christi he was cradling, her bare, enormous chest rubbing against his. Though he tried to focus on the Corruption that made it so. Her whimpers, they were...
Mels didn't let himself let himself finish the thought. Instead, he brought himself back to reality. He and Aylala were walking uphill through a forest of blossoming trees, following the Nymphling who introduced himself as Pagwyn, and he never seemed to stop talking after that.
"... and after he left, she would just not stop talking about you, even with cum coming out her nose..."
When Mels asked about him, Aylala had said that he knew some people that would be their best bet, that they were part of a movement of some sort. They couldn't take Christi to the House of Sorisancta because when Aylala connected to Ythli, the Corruption meant for her latched onto Christi through her memory. It would require isolation before it could be properly exorcised, and Pagwyn's people apparently have the resources to do so.
"... you know, you're still the only owlith whose tits I've seen. I've met a few others, especially this cute one with brown fur, but...
She seemed embarrassed to say it out loud, who exactly they were, but at this point Mels didn't care. He'd only wish this nymphling would walk a bit faster and try less to sway his hips at the both of them, letting his colorful robes flap about. It felt like they were walking for nearly half an hour, and with every step he felt himself hug Christi tighter to his body.
Clearly he's not in a rush
Mels thought bitterly, a thought punctuated by Christi nuzzling into his neck. Looking down at her, Mels tried to will away the realization that, if he were to confess to her now, she would be all over him.
But it wouldn't be Christi.
And so he could only hope that whatever these people could do would bring her back.
And then I'll be able to say it to her.
"And, we're here!" Pagwyn announced, turning back to face the trio. He stood with his arms outstretched as if he were onstage. When Mels came to a stop, he was confused, looking past him but seeing nothing but an old well.
"You sure she's here?" Aylala asked. Mels looked at her, at first befuddled, but seeing a genuine, caring look on her face.
He turned back to Pagwyn, who was smiling kindly and who sat on the edge of the well. "Yeah," he said.
He fell backward into the well without another word. Despite being annoyed at the nymphling up to that point, Mels winced and took a step forward. He got even more worried having not heard any noise coming from the well. He looked back to Aylala for a reaction but she simply walked up the well, stopping to look back at Mel's.
"There's no need to worry, Melyssi. I promise," she said calmly.
"Why?" Mels asked. "What's down there?" Aylala didn't answer, but instead looked down at her feet for a moment, before stepping over the well's edge and falling in. This time Mels ran up to the well with Christi in his arm. Looking into the well, he realized just how deep it was, and he could only see a faint, pink light seemingly dozens of feet down.
Aylala is not stupid
Mels thought as he hesitated to step over the edge, looking down at the corrupted Christi.
But she still feels guilty. If help for Christi is down this well, then I have to follow.
At that rationalization, Mels took a deep breath and he confidently stepped up to the edge. He paused for only a moment, securing Christi in his spell and arm, as he hopped in straight as an arrow.
Despite the long fall and the rushing wind in his ears and braids, he felt a sense of calm as he continued down the well. A few seconds later he felt himself slowing as he is engulfed in a soft cloud of pink light. The strange cloud was made of the chittering sounds of flapping, dragonfly wings, and strangely, giggling women. Yet he didn't question it as he was lowered into a wide-open area at the bottom of the well. Looking around, Mels found himself in a large cavern, the ceiling wrapped in vines and roots, sunlight filtering through a hole by the well's exit.
Eventually, the cloud lowered him into a large pool of water that sat calmly at the bottom of the cavern. The cloud didn't immediately disperse, however, as he felt his body get engulfed further, the giggling becoming louder and now feeling what felt like tiny kisses across his skin. All over, even under his clothes.
Particularly his pants.
"Come on girls, let him go," Mels heard Pagwyn say, and at his command the cloud dispersed into small balls of light, most of which floated into the ceiling, giving the cavern a warm glow along with the sun. With the strange cloud gone, he got a better view of the cavern, as he stood near the edge of a large pool, bordering a moss-covered floor that stretched to both directions in front of him, almost like a road. Most interestingly the cavern was significantly populated, both with people sitting in groups on the moss floor talking and laughing, and a few swimming in the pool. Wherever they were, it was bustling like a tavern. Looking forward, he saw Aylala and Pagwyn standing on the shore looking at him and smiling.
"What were those-" Mels began stepping forward, before feeling something move around in the crotch of his pants. As the thing began to give tiny kisses along his cock, Mels reached into his pants and grasped the tiny figure of a woman.
"Pixies. And they seem to like you already, lucky bastard," he answered tongue-in-cheek. The tiny, pink-skinned woman that Mels held out in front of him was no more than six inches tall. Even still, the size of her breasts and butt were outright comical, shaped like perfect spheres. Its figure was complimented by a skinny waist and flowing purple lines tattooed along its skin. Her silver hair fell down to her knees, and her moth-like wings were still against her back.
Mels didn't know how to react, but the pixie did, giggling and blowing him a kiss, as she began to flap her wings. He let her go, and her tattoos glowed brightly, surrounding her in pink light like her fellow pixies, flying away to the ceiling to join them. When Mels looked back to Pagwyn, who was smirking, he felt a pertinent question burning on his tongue:
"What is this place?"
Pagwyn looked back at Aylala, who met his gaze with a nod, and he turned back to Mels with a bright grin.
"This? This is the Road of Whores!"
Whatever comment Mels could think up died in his throat as he climbed out of the pool. "The what?"
Pagwyn turned to Aylala again. "Maybe it's best if you explained, Aylala," he said, who turned to walk along the moss-covered shore, gesturing them to follow.
"You embarrass me, little Pagwyn," she said with a giggle, though she stifled it when she saw Mels' face, mixed with confusion and worry. "Well, see, the Road of Whores, as they call it, is a sort of movement that's said to infect all corners of Asisai. They mock politics, ignore borders, and gather all races for the sake of one goal."
"TO FUCK!" Pagwyn shouted, loud enough to cause an echo. The crowd gathered in the cave produced laughs and whoops.
"...Yes," Aylala confirmed as they continue to walk. "They see history as a long record of lust-filled, wanton magic. Stories of scandalous kings and queens, heroes who were equal parts warrior and tramp. Magic, creatures, artifacts, and ruins, seemingly designed to achieve sexual ecstasy. They wish to indulge in it all."
"Correct," Pagwyn said proudly. "And as a Canary, it is my job to point would-be-heroes and adventuring parties in the right direction."
"That..." Mels said, trying to absorb everything that was being said. It seemed so surreal. "Why are we here?" Having heard what his owlith mentor said, he started to notice oddities among the diverse crowd in the cave. The people swimming in the river were completely nude, and they rubbed up against each other more often than not. A smokey, rainbow haze crawled along the walls of the cavern, produced by groups smoking out of overly designed pipes. He unfortunately made eye contact with an old, wirey man with a long gray beard. His robe was opened to expose his chest, and his head was resting on the cavern wall, crushing his pointed hat. Mels then noticed bulging, writhing objects in the crotch of his pants and quickly looked away. This place, I don't-
"Melyssi," Aylala said, placing a hand on Mels' shoulder, stopping them both. She looked down at him with a soft, assuring expression. "Trust me when I say I wouldn't have let Christi's fate up to chance. I know it's... unorthodox, but they share knowledge and magic that allude many, and I promise you, they are our best chance for eliminating her Corruption."
"And don't worry," Pagwyn said, coming up from behind Aylala. "Mama Mizoleta will know exactly what to do. She's legendary." They both waited for Mels to respond, watching the worry slowly melt from his face. With another look to Christi, who remained whimpering and moaning against his chest, he met Aylala's gaze.
