◈ Chapter 92:
The crackle of the fire was comforting and doing at least a little to ease her nerves, or at least it would have if her nerves had not been completely shot and passed somewhere beyond into the nerve afterlife. As it was Lyra was in a strange state of glassy-eyed calm, incapable of dealing with her current situation and so skipping over what would have been a state of blind panic to something else.
Her back and head were resting up against an enormous furred chest, her crossed legs resting on a pair of much larger crossed legs. She was ensconced in Rain, using him as a seat and very very close to him.
In fact this went beyond close, this was a level of intimacy that she hadn't even imagined possible, Rain's length was still stuck deep inside of her, her lower lips locked firmly around the base of his knot, completely and utterly and hopelessly trapped.
She could feel the heat of his flesh against her lips, but more than that she could feel the mind boggling amount of boiling hot seed inside herself, her belly a smooth arc from her chest to her mons, so so so full and tight, stretched with the sheer quantity. She moved a wobbly hand over her straining belly, not even the warmth of the fire against her taut naked skin could match the raw heat emanating from within, her flesh almost feverish to the touch.
And now she was stuck like this for two weeks?!?! A helpless dangling feminine cocksleeve for this nearing nine foot tall masculine monster?
She bit her lip, trying to make the little intrusive thought at the back of head go away that was gleefully celebrating this disaster. No, this was bad, terrible even, to be stuck tight and full and- Wh-what was she supposed to do?!
Opal poked at the meat roasting over the fire, completely oblivious to the existential crisis currently happening in Rain's lap. The fire crackled and a log fell with a flurry of spiralling sparks. She tutted. There was a lot of meat roasting, a full deer, several rabbits, a dozen rats, all hunted down by the flying wolfy teeth that were too pointy to be petted. Normally she wouldn't be doing this, Rain preferred his meat raw, but when he had leaned over to rip into the deer carcass it had caused Lyra, who was still firmly attached to his crotch and had a front-row view, to scream and promptly faint. She then immediately jerked awake as Rain's knot yanked at her muff, then screamed and fainted again as she saw the dead deer in front of her once more.
Rain had decided that maybe it would be better for the sheep girl's continued sanity if the meat was cooked first, and thus they had built up the fire and Opal had gotten to work.
She stepped back satisfied it was cooking evenly and slumped down on a log, then lazily picked up what she had been fiddling with prior. It was a book. More specifically it was the Ranker's Inkerchange. She had the one the Ranker had been using. It was smaller than the one the head councillor had possessed, small enough to fit in the Ranker's back pocket, although to her size it was more like a regular-sized book. Rain had found it in the Ranker's possession when he had finished eating the last of him.
She squinted down at the strange squiggly writing, the messy uneven lines of the head councillor and the exact and severe lines of the Ranker. Of course she had no idea whatsoever what either of them said, she had never learned to read Common. She knew sometimes Gobbos were born with that ability, some distant ancestor having somehow figured out how to make the chicken scratches mean something, but it was hardly a useful skill to have in a tribe of illiterate Gobbos and was considered a waste of what could have been some other more useful ancestral memory.
She would have agreed with that thinking in the past, but then this Inkerchange? How useful would it be to be for a scout Gobbo to instantly communicate long distances? Obviously it would be insanely useful, extremely insanely useful. Even better she could talk to Rain wherever they went. She needed to learn to read.
She turned back to the page she had been working on and watched carefully as a clumsy line of ink appeared, the nib being held by the apparent other user being pressed down far too hard.
The word "M E A T" appeared, and then a crude picture of some meat on a bone.
She scowled at it, this one wasn't hard to understand. She glanced up to the other user of the Inkerchange.
Rain had the larger of the two books held in one of his paws while his other paw delicately pinched a quill between index and thumb, a look of furious concentration on his face as he tried to avoid accidentally stabbing the quill through the book.
"The food will be ready soon, it won't be long now," she said, catching his attention.
Rain made a face and his stomach growled causing Lyra to flinch in his lap.
"One advantage of a town or city that I didn't really think about is how concentrated the food is. In these woods everything is so spread out. I'm not getting enough to eat... I need more."
"Well go hunting tomorrow or something, you'll last for now, the cooking smells are just teasing you, you aren't used to that cause you eat everything raw."
"Hrmm. It's still important," he moved his paw back to the paper.
"F I S H," read out Opal as he finished scrawling.
"Using an Inkerchange to teach a Goblin of all things to read is perhaps one of the most crude and barbaric things I have ever seen," sniffed Vash.
Opal had left the skull out on a stump on one side of the fire like he was just another person warming themselves. Vash did not seem to particularly appreciate it.
"The ink can be removed, correct?" gravelled Rain glancing over at the skull.
"Well, yes, but that's not the point! You are using what is considered parchment gold to scrawl graffiti nonsense! What's more it is hardly a cheap process to remove the ink, very few mages-"
