(Part 4 of 4)
The estate of Lord Manchester sat atop a ridge that overlooked the vast valley of his vineyards. I had a feeling of deja vu as we approached, the sensation kept me on edge until I realized it was because the home resembled the student union. But while the student union was merely playing pretend, Manchester's home was the real deal. Cut stone blocks formed a powerful facade and curved turrets rose up to survey the sprawling landscape. Extensive hedgerows transformed into erotic topiary as we got closer; the manicured greens cut into groups of bodies engaged in every sexual act imaginable. It was early evening and the emerging light from The Vine illuminated the figures invitingly.
The entrance was a pulled up drawbridge on the opposite side of a small creek. Before we even needed to consider how we would announce ourselves, the bridge lowered to meet us. I saw several figures watching from between the crenellations along the wall, a topless woman swayed and waved to us with a bottle of wine in her hand. She jumped and spilled the bottle when the man behind her slapped her ass.
"There's plenty more of it!" the man yelled from the walls, though I couldn't tell if he was talking about the wine or the woman. I could hear several people laugh behind them.
"This is going to be fun," Phaedra was walking beside me and looped her arm through mine. She had put on the pearl necklace from her bag and the beads rested atop her breasts. "Formal wear."
"Nothing but the finest for you," I eyed her up. Nothing but a cloak and some jewelry. She looked perfect.
She leaned into me. "Sebastian would have really liked this, all these people to pry into and learn their dirty secrets. It seems perfect for him."
I agreed. "It does. Almost like it was planned for him."
"You know, we really haven't met any other people since we've been here. I was having so much fun with the two of you that I hadn't considered that. I am very excited about what's going on inside that estate. You?"
Phaedra was right, our world had been limited to one another. Now that the possibility of it opening up was right in front of me, I was more than excited for what was to come. I loved what we had all experienced so far. But I wanted more. I wanted fantasy and magic, creatures and lore. I wanted things that couldn't possibly exist in the world that I came from.
"It's what we are here for. I can't wait, honestly," I answered.
"Me too," Helga came up on the other side of me. "But let's not forget why we are here. The gem. We need to find it. Any thoughts on that, Mike?"
"I'm drawing a blank, I feel like we're just playing it as it comes. Sometimes a game goes like that." But I knew two things. One is that what we wanted was inside the estate, there was no doubt about that. The feeling inside of me was akin to what I felt going into a gaming session without much planning. I knew the general idea but the details eluded me for now. It did make me wonder about what Helga had brought up earlier, the concept that I was shaping the world in ways that I didn't understand.
The other bit I knew for certain was that I was walking into an orgy with a beautiful woman on each side of me. I felt incredible, like I was living a dream. All of this world did and we were just starting to touch on what it could be. I couldn't even imagine why I would give it up.
The lowered drawbridge opened into a courtyard with a lantern lit walkway that directed us to a doorway into the estate. On the far side of the courtyard was a wagon laden with casks of wine, up against it a woman had her long dress hiked up and a man took her from behind, his pants down around his ankles. Seeing the two of them sent a shiver of excitement through my body, knowing that this was just the beginning of what we were in store for.
We followed the walkway into the estate. Inside it smelled earthy, heavy with the richness of wine and the musk of bodies at work. The room contained a single couch of tufted leather, upon which stretched a nude woman. Her skin was as black as midnight, the hair on her head and between her legs a shade of silver that was almost chrome and sparkled in the torchlight. She had the pointed ears and aquiline features of an elf, her beauty was otherworldly to the point of being hypnotic.
None of us said a word. We were dumbstruck by the woman and she was enjoying the audience, reclining and twisting to hide nothing from us. The hostess reached for a golden goblet from an end table and finally spoke after taking a long drink. A trickle of the blood red liquid ran from her lips before she lapped it away with a forked tongue.
"Welcome to Elysia, the estate of Lord Manchester. He is so pleased to have the three of you joining us this evening to celebrate another year of harvest and carnal delights. The party is just beyond...," an elegant limb pointed to a heavy velvet curtain the purple of wine, "but first a few rules. I know, you didn't come here for that. You came here for everything else. And you'll have it...as long as you leave everything out here. Your inhibitions, your judgment, your clothing. Nothing is permitted inside. Though trust me when I say that anything that you may be looking for, you will find. And likely much more."
Phaedra was the first to disrobe, dropping her cloak and belt in a heap and placing them inside of a chest next to the couch. "We're delighted to be here and we deeply appreciate the hospitality of Lord Manchester. I hope that I have an opportunity to thank him in person," she said in the most formal tone that she could muster.
"The man of the house is inside enjoying the company of his guests," the dark elf said. Once Helga and I had joined Phaedra in her nakedness the woman closed the chest and handed me a key. She pressed her body close to mine and squeezed my ass with a hand that felt like a talon, grinning when my cock stiffened against her ebony skin. "Have a fun night."
Helga pushed through the curtain first and the two of us followed close behind. What had been an intimate setting a moment ago changed instantly into a raucous scene of debauchery. We found ourselves in a circular chamber with a domed ceiling that made the space feel enormous. A balcony ran above us and encircled the room like a snake, containing onlookers watching the proceedings from above. On the ground floor dozens of figures were engaged in sex everywhere that I looked; humping bodies filled the floor, flesh was piled atop mattresses and writhed in the rhythm of lust, others pleasured themselves to a ravenous audience. Nothing was off limits.
In the center of the room was an elevated stage adorned with trellises of grape leaves and casks of wine, goblets were strewn about to be taken and filled. Many had been knocked over and spills of wine ran along the floor like a river. Two musicians played from the stage; an angelic woman plucking at a harp and a massive man with unruly hair blowing a brass horn. The two instruments combined into a chaotic, dissonant tune that somehow rose above the pulsating sounds of the orgy around them. The delicate strings from the harp ticked at my passion and I felt the desire rising inside of me with each note played, while the staccato bursts from the horn pumped my blood and engorged my cock.
