Lorelei's Note: This story features cisgirl POVs and contains tentacle sex, characters having their asses eaten out, drugging, hypnosis, intelligence reduction, helplessness, corruption, a partner not altogether respecting her partner's consent but still using a safeword, dubcon with
no
safewords,and everything else listed in the tags. Real-life con-noncon requires a lot of trust, safewords, and other things a fantasy can fudge a little. Enjoy the kink responsibly, and enjoy the story!
This Alrek/Larya story is set after With Silver Bells
, but quite some time before
Sea Slimes
. As always, the stories can be read in just about any order, but check my profile for more info if you're looking for a full timeline!
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Sea smoke curled and rose above the cyan waters of the Southern Castle Seas as the boat pulled up to the docks of Maplemoon Island.
"So, this is the place." Steam poured from Larya's mouth as she spoke. She squinted up against the hazy morning light, her eyes running over the pale castle in the distance. Its narrow spires loomed high over their surroundings as if built for a larger island. She glanced back at her companions. "It doesn't look like much."
"Well, lass, many of the Southern Castle Isles don't at first," commented a passing crewman as he went to open the luggage hatch. "Wonders o' the world, every one, but never much to look at." He gave a hoarse laugh. "No accountin' for royal taste.
Larya blinked deep green eyes. She hadn't meant to sound disrespectful. The castle itself was beautiful, its pale stone matching the hues and shades of the island cliffs so perfectly it could only have been carved right out of the living rock. Dozens and dozens of little houses surrounded it, like ants around a great beetle's carcass, none of them matching its strange style. Somehow, this only added to the fairytale mystique.
The wind picked up. Larya shivered and drew her blue coat tighter around herself, pulled her cute sky-blue wool cap down lower to cover her ears, and tossed the end of a coppery-brown angora scarf back over her shoulder. As an afterthought, she leaned against the person who had so thoughtfully purchased these gifts for her a week ago, hoping to steal some extra warmth from her companion.
"
Bleeding whiskers!
" Lim breathed, leaning over the taffrail next to her. She didn't seem to mind Larya's closeness one bit, if she even registered it. The catgirl's reddish-brown ears flicked above her bright red hair, freckled cheeks dimpled in a wide-eyed smile as she gazed up at the castle. "I've never seen such a big house, Larya, love!"
Larya giggled at her sort-of girlfriend's reaction. "Yeah? It's called a castle, you know." She ignored Lim's furry tail flicking up to impudently tickle her nose. "I grew up with a gigantic fortress right next to my home, so I guess it's sort of..." Remembering herself, she turned back to their other companion. "Hey, are you sure you're not coming?"
Alrek stood by their luggage, eyes narrowed as the crewman gingerly approached to take Larya's and Lim's bags. "No thanks."
"I seriously don't think you'll stick out
that
much, Alrek." Lim winked. "Adventurers must come by here all the time!"
"It's a lot warmer on the island, y'know, lord," chirped a female sailor, and Larya could see the worry etched across his face: Was the passenger who'd spent the whole voyage complaining and getting sick going to be making a round trip? "They say the Maplemoon was built on a prisonered volcano. All kinds o' magic afloat here to make it the perfect resort."
"Just don't forget what we're here for." Ignoring the sailor, Alrek hefted Larya's little backpack and tossed it to her. Larya caught it. Aside from an extra change in clothes, the only thing it held was the letter. A letter from a concerned sailor.
Always beautiful women. They go in. Never come out.
"You'll blend a lot better, you druids. I'd just spook this lot."
Larya suppressed a smile. He wasn't all wrong. Alrek wasn't ugly, exactly--actually, objectively he'd probably be considered quite fetching, even if the thought grossed her out personally--but he had an ugly manner to him, a coarseness to his speech that matched his nearly endless supply of scowls, glares and grimaces. She was pretty sure he found time to maintain his dark hair, but he certainly never brushed or combed it, and he only ever wore thick, practical clothing and well-maintained, heavily patched leather armor. He hadn't even agreed to stow away his spear for the voyage until the ship's harpy had told him it was a self-impalement risk if they hit something.
... And now...
yup
. She pursed her lips. Yeah, he was getting it out again. Not even hesitating about it.
"Besides," she heard him mutter, "my old woman used to say, never trust anyone who tells you to 'relax your muscles'. Masseuses are trouble."
Gods, he was so weird.
Larya and Lim were much more 'the part'. Larya was tall, willowy, and graceful, with long wavy dark hair, full lips, and currently, the second-cutest cold-weather outfit she'd ever seen. Cozy as it was, her getup flattered her supple, curvy form very well, and she looked quite ready for some rest and relaxation.
Lim, meanwhile, had shoulder-length red hair as vivid as her flattering freckles. Though lacking a few inches on Larya in height, she more than made up for it in her wide, curvy hips and ample bosom, flattered by a
tight
forest-green sweater and layered cerulean skirts that flowed over warm but fashionable striped blue stockings. She was dressed to turn heads.
"Aw, Alrek, love, don't you worry!" Lim gave a crooked grin as she hooked her arm in Larya's, jarring Larya from her naked admiration of Lim's body. "We know this isn't any pleasure trip. Get in, do the job, get out, what?"
"R-Right!" Larya nodded quickly, blushing as her eyes left Lim and returned to Alrek. "We're just here to investigate disappearances. This is purely business."
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"Oh my
gods
," Lim bubbled, "this's going to be
so much fun
!"
Larya giggled slightly. The catgirl was ecstatic, positively bouncing in circles around her as they made their way through the little village. "I mean, it
will
be nice to take a bit of a break from things." She bit her lip. "Everything's been so intense lately, with the oneiromancer, the vampires, the succubi... I just don't--"
"Oh, yes!" Lim's head bobbed, tail flicking urgently behind her head as she twirled in her dress to clasp Larya's hands in hers. The catgirl audibly purred, a rumbling deep enough to make Larya's fingertips tingle. "I've always wanted to go to the Maplemoon Resort, you know! Did you know just a few people own it? Not the whole village, love, just a few lucky bunnies!"
"Yeah, Lim." Larya rolled her eyes good-naturedly. Lim hadn't been listening, but... that was fine. This wasn't the time or place to focus on the negative. "That's just how people from the cities do it, I guess. Sometimes just even
one
person owns it all."
"It sounds terrible!" Lim grinned. "But I guess it can't be so rotten if the other people living here haven't revolted yet." She blinked, putting a finger to her lips. "I can't reckon how they get any people to work on the place, though, if nobody's getting a share in things..."
"Lim, remember to stay on-task." Larya tugged the catgirl along by one hand. They were drawing near the castle gate. "We have an important job to do."
"We're visitin' a ruttin'
pleasure resort
, Larya!" Lim teased, giving Larya's hand a squeeze. "We can multitask a
little
!"
"This is all business, Lim. We're just here to help."
"Oh, right." Lim smirked, leaning in to nudge Larya's shoulder. "'Cause
your
top priority is
prrrofessionalism
." Her voice crackled with a sultry, knowing purr on the last world.
Larya flushed. She tried to ignore how nice those purrs felt against her hand. "W-Well--"
"Oh, and now she
blushes
!" Lim crowed. She leaned in closer and beamed up at her fellow druidess. "Like you aren't excited to get all pampered and dolled up like a pretty--"
"D-Don't say it," Larya stammered.
"
Princess
~" the catgirl cooed.
Larya felt her cheeks burning. 'Princess' was a new pet name Lim had been trying on her lately. Larya was pretending it didn't affect her. She was not very good at hiding her reactions when Lim's tongue was involved. "L-Look," she sputtered, "I--you can't just--"
"Ooh, there's the booth!" Lim chirped, bobbing back and smiling innocently. "Why don't I get us checked in? Wait right here, and don't move a muscle." She winked, tail flicking as she backed away from Larya. "It's so cute when you start making yourself all small and meek."
Larya realized she was squeezing her legs together, and she glared and stammered incoherently as Lim skipped up to the booth to present their passes.
Larya folded her arms and fumed.
Lim was
such
a tease lately. Ever since the affair with the vampire harem, the catgirl had seemed to delight in tormenting Larya, not only drawing out humiliating reactions but making sure to taunt her over each and every one mercilessly.
And... Larya loved it, of course, much to her even greater frustration. Not that she would ever admit that outside of a check-in.
"Is this yours?"
Larya spun so fast, she nearly hit the woman right in the jaw.
The druidess went bright red, realizing that two women in the flattering pale uniforms of the Maplemoon attendants had basically snuck up on her while she'd been daydreaming. Each had brilliant curly pink hair shoulder-length, bright hazel eyes, and a big smile on her face. One was slightly taller and had a more angular jawline and wider shoulders, bared by the revealing uniform, while the other was shorter and softer, with a pleasing plumpness to her.
"
Hiiii
~" cooed the tall one, beaming as she picked up Lim's suitcase. "You mind if we take these to your room?"
"U-Um--" Larya's head spun, literally, as she looked between the distant Lim--off twirling her hair, leaning over the booth, giggling at something the clerk had said--and the two pretty attendants. "Well, um, it's--it's ours," she managed lamely.
"Oooh, of course!" cooed the shorter one as she reached forward and took one of the straps of Larya's backpack. "But you aren't supposed to be carrying luggage around
everywhere
, sweetie."
Larya blinked. "You're... you're not?" she managed weakly.
"Teehee! Of course not, cutie!" the tall one flashed her a wide smile, pressing in and grasping the other strap. "You can't be carrying these heavy things around everywhere! They're, like, super heavy and stuff!"
"I... I guess so," Larya said, feeling flustered. They were being awfully familiar, with their hands grazing over her shoulders...
"Right, of course!" the short one pressed. They seemed to be taking her stammering agreement as further acceptance--not only of the confiscations, but of the touches. She reached out to give Larya's hand a little squeeze. "You'd get all
