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Standing back up, Pamela said, "Mountain top. If this is truly Hera's will, I want to make sure we're close enough that the goddess has no fucking choice but to watch."
Rebekah nodded to her, opened a portal, and held her hand out to Leedra. As soon as the black-haired young woman took it, Rebekah led her through.
"Come, sister," she called back to my other wife.
Myrna stepped forward quickly to follow them. I glanced at Pamela. She waved me forward - so I followed after my wives. Lissa came through behind me and then the knife fighter appeared.
Looking around at where we had arrived, Pamela said, "Neat trick."
I told her, "When we're done here, have Rebekah show you some of her other tricks - like how she took down the cutpurse."
"Cutpurse?" Pamela asked me.
"Purse-snatcher, pickpocket, street thief," I explained.
She nodded.
"Myrna can probably also help with bows, arrows, and maybe some catapults," I said.
"Yeah, we need more archer stuff for sure," she agreed.
"I'm not sure what they use for bowstrings here," I said.
"Plant fibers, from what I can tell," she replied.
"I can show Myrna how to make compound bows," I suggested, "if you think a wood body and plant fiber bowstrings will handle the strain."
"Fuck!" Pamela gasped. "We could try one or two, I guess. I doubt it'll take the tension - but we could give it a whirl. That'd punch a hole in those fucking heavy-armor jackasses."
"That's what I was thinking," I said. "Leedra might be able to make some stone arrow shafts as well."
"Stone arrowheads on Myrna's shafts would probably be more than enough," Pamela replied.
While the two of us had been discussing weapon-tech, Leedra had created a small plateau for us to stand on and Myrna had grown us a large bed on top of it. We were high enough up the mountain that the winds were buffeting us. Leedra raised a narrow, waist high, crenelated wall around the plateau to help steer the gusts away from us.
The girls indicated that they were finished, and we approached the bed.
Pamela hung her weapon belt on one of the coat-trees that Myrna had created as part of the headboard. The "mattress" was a mass of soft plant-fibers. Rebekah and Myrna pulled three bedrolls from their packs (and, maybe, mine - wherever it was) and laid them side-by-side on the pillowy pad.
Lissa told Pamela, "My vision showed Myrna crouched over you, kissing you, with Rebekah and Leedra on your sides, while Basil took you from behind Myrna."
Pamela just stared at her for a moment or two before announcing her alternative plan.
"Yeah, no," Pamela told Lissa. "Basil, on your back. Myrna, you can mount his face while I take his cock. Rebekah and Leedra, you can take the sides."
We moved into our places. I was already naked. The girls all got undressed and took their designated positions. Lissa stood a few steps away and watched. Pamela surveyed us, stripped, and then climbed on top of me.
[ Place of Worship ]
Lissa cleared her throat and began to address us.
"You ...," she started to say.
Pamela turned her head and glared at her and the prophetess stopped talking - and then closed her mouth.
Pamela looked down at me for a few moments. She was on her knees, straddling my thighs. I waited, trying to make my facial expression look supportive of whatever she wanted to do. Pamela raised her face, and voice, to the sky.
"Listen, you horny slut!" she yelled. "I don't like this one bit. This whole planet is a fucking shit-show and I don't know why you dicked around and waited until I got here to start trying to figure out a solution for this bullshit - but I'm not happy about how this is going. I'll play the part of your little whore - but I want some fucking perks. Hear me, bitch?"
Thunder rolled across the cloudless blue sky.
"Fucking, right, you talentless twat," Pamela growled.
The knife fighter stared down at me. She took my cock in her hand and looked into my eyes as she slowly stroked it.
"Don't move," she ordered.
I nodded.
She continued staring into my eyes as she slowly jerked me off.
I moaned - but fought the need to writhe under her torturous manipulation and her soul-searching stare.
"Pamela," I growled, after a full five minutes of her giving me the slowest hand-job in the world.
Pre-cum dribbled from my urethra and wetted her fingers. She scooped it into her palm and rubbed it into the head of my dick - and then went back to slowly torturing me once more.
Minute by minute, she stroked my rigid rod - up and down my length. What she was doing was really nothing special - but it was, by far, the most erotic handjob of my life. My former classmate - whom I had lusted after for years - was jerking me off. I stared at her perky, naked B-cup breasts, her flawless cunt (straddling my legs), her fabulous body, and those hyper-intensive eyes. She was gorgeous - and she was giving me a handjob.
Hera didn't matter. Even my three wives - whom I adored - were shadows in the background. It was just me and Pamela - and she was rubbing my dick - and it felt really, really good.
Pamela was still that girl I had lusted for - and yet she wasn't. Her hair looked like she'd cut it herself - with her blood-covered knives. It fell just short of her shoulders - a wild rat's nest of sweaty, unwashed curls. Her body was toned from hours and hours of weapon practice. There were more scars than any normal person should have. And then there were her eyes. They were filled with a ferocity that scared me and excited me - all at the same time. She was a lethal huntress - and I was her prey.
My cock lurched within her grasp and my balls erupted. My jism fired into the air and then splashed down over her fist and wrist - and dripped onto my groin. Golden light strobed from my face and my chest.
Pamela groaned - and her grip tightened around my cock. She continued jerking me off - even as five powerful orgasms smashed through her body. She was staring into my eyes as my climax triggered her levels of experience.
She gave a soft moan and a bit of girl-nectar dripped from her slightly-gaping cunt - down onto my balls and thighs. I cried out as I came all over again - setting off another series of mini-climaxes in the woman who was torturing me.
"Fucking hair-trigger, huh?" she asked me, grinning.
I panted through my climax and then looked up at her.
"What can I say?" I shot back. "You do it for me."
"Suck-up," she growled - but she was still grinning.
She leaned forward onto her knees, aimed my cock at her entrance, notched the head into place, and slowly slid me home. She spread her knees wider so that her body could drop lower - and the two of us could become one. Once she was fully seated on my cock, she stretched her gooey hand out to Leedra - who licked it clean of my sticky spend. Once it was no longer tainted, she pulled it back.
Myrna was on her knees, straddling my head, but she hadn't dropped her cunt onto my face - which allowed me to continue to converse with Pamela.
"Time to get married, pretty boy," the woman warrior said, more calmly than I had expected.
A System prompt appeared.
