Vira
We cooked breakfast and sat, eating, around the campfire. We cleaned everything up and started packing the wagon.
"Zora!" a man's voice called out.
I looked up from the blankets I was rolling up, to see a goblin male nock an arrow and let it fly. I watched, helplessly, as the bolt flew towards my lover. I heard a bow fire, twice, and the man's missile was knocked from the air. I heard a grunt and looked to see that the second arrow that Imka - because it had to be her - had shot had pinned his tongue to the back of his throat. He was dead before he hit the ground.
We threw the body onto the wagon - with the rest of our things. Zora instructed Reav to loot the corpse as we traveled. We got underway.
The wagon made things a lot easier. Most of the time we still walked, but we sometimes took turns riding with Egla, resting our legs. Of course, the best part of having the cart was that we didn't have to carry our heavy packs anymore.
Just before lunch - which we ate as we traveled - we found a convenient ravine where we disposed of the would-be assassin. We gained another bow and quiver (obviously), a sword, a dagger, a table knife, and a belt-pouch with a few coins. His clothes were too large for me. His pack held a bedroll, a mess kit, and a fire-starter. Egla claimed the flint-rock. The rest of the items went into our growing collection.
By the time we stopped for the night, Dera was asking to be given her blood-gift. I removed my shirt and laid on the blanket. Our newest war-band member peeled her top off - revealing that she wasn't wearing a chest-wrap. She grinned wickedly as she pressed her taut bosoms - a little larger than a handful - against me - wriggling naughtily.
Zora cleared her throat and Dera looked around to realize that she had an audience. The rest of our party was curious to see what, if anything, she would gain from the joining.
Once again, I went over the process, voiced all of the warnings, and asked for permission to proceed. She kissed my lips and snuggled tightly against me.
As our blood mingled, her body began trembling. Imka and Zora knelt on either side of us and made sure Dera stayed in place. I held the woman tightly as she convulsed twice and then passed out.
I let out a huge breath that I hadn't realized I'd been holding. As she slept, the blood - passing between us - finished mixing - and got to the point where it looked the same in both directions. I was tempted to sever the connections but her heart was still racing. She was asleep longer than any of the others had been. Suddenly, her eyes flew open and she yelled, "Zora!"
She started to move and I gripped her more tightly. "Wait!" I called out.
Imka and Zora helped me hold her until I finished separating us and announced that she could safely rise.
Like the last two, she immediately sat up - her firm, round ass pressing down on my abdomen. Her breasts looked tasty from this angle.
"Zora!" Dera cried out.
"Yes?"
"I had two dreams."
"What was the first?"
"You led a large group to a beautiful valley that had everything we needed. We'll live there in safety and in peace."
"Describe the valley," she ordered.
"It looked like any other - except for a wide, shallow pit - with a bramble bush growing nearby, covering a man's bones."
"Okay. What's the second dream?"
"I saw a seer. Her name is Vira."
"Tell me what you saw," Zora ordered.
"She is secretly feeding the prisoners who are loyal to you. She is anxiously awaiting your return, hoping that you will free her from the evil queen, Zeka."
"Anything else?"
"Zeka made her swear an oath of fealty."
"Any idea how she can be released from that oath?"
"Vira does not know it but - after she swore the oath - Zeka killed her family."
"That will work. Anything else?" Zora asked.
"That's all I saw right now. Wow. So that was real?"
"As far as I can tell, yes. I know the valley you saw and everything you've said about Vira and Zeka matches what I know."
"I can see the past and the future?"
"It would seem so, how do your eyes feel?"
"Fine. Why do you ask?"
"What can you see around you?" Zora asked her.
Wondering what my queen was getting at, I looked at Dera's eyes. They were completely white - as if the pupils had disappeared - or her eyes had permanently rolled back, into her head.
"I can't see very far," Dera reported, "and nothing has colors - everything is in shades of grey."
"Can I give you a hug?" Zora asked her.
"Can I give Zack one after?" Dera asked, grinning.
"Yes - and I'll let you two cuddle tonight - but no babies," Zora replied.
Dera accepted the hug - and then laid on top of me to collect a hug and a kiss.
"Hey, now," Zora said, chuckling, "you didn't ask about kisses."
"Sorry," Dera replied, smirking.
"Are you?" Zora asked her, laughing.
"Not really," Dera admitted, sneaking one more quick peck - before sitting up on my stomach again.
"As nice as your butt feels," I said, "it's hard to breathe with you sitting there."
She reached over, tweaked my right nipple with a grin, grabbed her top - and then stood to her feet to get dressed.
After dinner, Zora made a private shelter for Dera and me. Once darkness fell, the others were going to do a quick fly-over of the village - with help from Egla's friends - but Zora didn't anticipate needing my help - so - the dreamer and I were left to our own devices.
I had no clue what Dera's past experiences had been but she knew what she wanted from me. As soon as we were naked, she was on her back - with her knees spread wide - demanding that I fill her - first with my prick - and then with my seed.
She was willing - and her pussy was ready - and we fit together without too much trouble.
Her talented twat went to work on my stiff prick immediately and it was all I could do to stave off my eruption until she climaxed. As soon as I felt her channel tensing, I was lost. She rolled me onto my back and - as my cock pumped my load into her - she ground her trembling trench up and down my length - milking every drop of seed from my body.
She moaned and keened and continued working my cock in and out of her until she came a second time. She finally collapsed onto me, hugging my neck, and kissing me hard. I pulled the blanket over us and almost immediately fell asleep.
Kia
A breakfast of steak and eggs was frying by the time Dera and I emerged from our briar bungalow. Zora hadn't been offered the coin she'd wanted for the chickens so she had kept them. For now, at least, we had eggs to supplement our diets. It was the best breakfast I'd had in a long time. My assessment of this being the most outstanding morning meal that I had ever enjoyed was bolstered by the fact that Dera had milked another load from my cock before we joined the others to eat.
As I ate, I noticed Egla giving the short-sighted dreamer some ugly looks. I was going to have to manage a little jealousy, it appeared.
We loaded into the wagon and traveled for a couple hours until we came to a fork in the road. Zora steered the oxen to the right and we pressed on. Egla had a handful of thistle seeds that our queen had grown from seed to harvest. Her little feathered friends were ecstatic to accept the treats from her palm. The nicest part, in my opinion, was that this was the longest I could remember going without having bird droppings on any of my clothing.
The road started winding to the left and the right as we ascended the side of a steep bluff. A little way, off to our right, a small mountain river rushed by. The thunder of the falling water was getting louder and louder as we approached the end of our climb. Somewhere nearby, there was a raging waterfall.
Night was falling soon after we crested the bluff. I took my canteen and the water bucket and snuck off to the right - through the undergrowth - to see how close the river was - only to discover that it was 20 or 30 feet below the ridge we were now camped on. Egla had followed me. I nearly ran into her as I turned to head back to camp.
"No luck," I told her.
She cautiously stepped up to where I had stood and peered over the edge. "I'll send Twirp to look farther up-stream," she said.
"Which one is Twirp?" I asked.
"The swallow that's always around," she replied.
"Sorry," I said, laughing. "They all kind of look the same to me - but don't tell Twirp."
"I won't," she said, smirking.
I held my hand out to her. She looked at it a moment but finally took it. We walked back through the brush hand-in-hand.
I warned Zora that we were going to be low on water unless Twirp found something. Egla, then, had to explain to her, as well, who Twirp was.
As we finished eating, we heard a pack of wolves a distance ahead, hunting. Zora immediately set to work growing our shelter. It took a little longer now that there were more of us. It was full-dark by the time Egla's little scout returned and we were getting ready to douse the fire and head inside for the night.
"Twirp says those wolves have somebody cornered," Egla reported. "They're hanging from a sapling off the side of the cliff. He doesn't know what they are. They aren't a goblin."
"It's not another bounty hunter, is it?" I asked her.
"I don't think so. I'm pretty sure it's a woman," she replied.
We all looked at Zora - who shrugged and went to get her bow and quiver. The rest of us started gearing up. Watching Reav fidget with his small dagger, I wondered if we should track down some hardened leather so we could make him some light armor.
I stepped over to him and said, "Make sure you follow Zora's orders explicitly. It's dark and we don't need to be getting each other hurt because we can't see as well."
"I can see just fine," he said.
I gave him a hard look.
"I'll listen, da," he said, hugging my waist.
"Good. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you," I told him.
"You'd heal me," he said matter-of-factly.
"Reav," I growled.
"I know. I know. I'll listen."
Egla tousled his hair as she joined us. I contemplated giving her the same speech, but I figured we'd end up squabbling because I hadn't said anything to the other adults - so I left it. She wasn't quite an adult yet, but I'd already angered her once by calling her a child.
A few minutes later, we headed down the road. Imka and Zora led the way, Egla and Reav were in the middle, and Dera and I brought up the rear. I'd been tempted to suggest that the dreamer remain in the shelter but that was another fight I didn't want to start. She was going to be pretty damned useless in a fight. The things we had learned about Zeka's seer were monumental - but here and now - she was a liability.
Egla didn't need to tell Zora when we'd gotten to where we needed to leave the road, the baying of the hungry beasts told us exactly where they were. Based on their incessant howls, the person we were rescuing was still there - and still alive.
The brush was thick. Even though we were certain that the wolves' attention was directed away from us, we knew that would change quickly once we engaged them.
Zora directed Egla, Dera, and I to stay at the road. Reav was not happy to be assigned to "guard" us. Our queen bent down next to some briars and grew herself a set of thick, thorny armor. Once she was modestly protected, she told Imka that she would take the lead draw the attackers - leaving the archer to pick the wolves off one at a time. Twirp had reported that there were a half-dozen of them. Just before they headed into the brush, Zora extended her arm and a will-o-wisp appeared - a tiny, blinding light in the dark forest. She sent the fairy-like creature ahead, high above their heads, creating a soft glow on the ground - helping to reveal the terrain and Imka's targets.
Soon, the howls turned to feral snarls and those of us on the road waited impatiently for the outcome of the skirmish. We could hear Imka's bow firing shot after shot - as well as the yelps from the wolves that took damage from Zora's sword and armor. As the last of the wolves went silent, Reav disappeared. I started to yell after him - but he was back, a second later, to tell us that it was safe to move up.
The will-o-wisp was still illuminating the area and Imka was standing guard as Zora bent down to peer over the edge of the cliff. By the time I arrived she had made a ladder for me to descend to check on the person we'd come to rescue.
"Dark elf female," she reported as I walked up.
"You keeping her?" I asked, knowing that most goblins wanted nothing to do with the demon-elf hybrids.
"As long as she's domesticated," she said, smirking.
