The rain had been driving for several hours now, the sky the colour of an angry bruise, and Helga was
sick
of it. "Just a short stroll away..." she grumbled. "Follow the road, and you can't miss the next town..." What they had neglected to mention that the road was not so much a road, as a muddy cart track, that had become less and less distinguishable as the storm went on, and, considering she could barely see in front of her face, but was relatively sure there was nothing approaching a line of mud, let alone two... She was lost.
"Dwarves may be tough" she muttered to herself "But this sort of rain'd kill a
dragon
from pneumonia..." Screwing up her face, she peered into the gloom, annoyed that, while it was still afternoon, she couldn't see ten feet in front of her. But, just about visible, in the distance... A mill. She smiled grimly to herself. "Well, better than nothing" and so, hunching her shoulders, she powered on.
By the time she'd gotten to the mill, she'd abandoned any thought of asking the owner for a place to stay. There clearly
was
no owner. Not much of a roof, either, and she hoped that she could at least find a place to dry off, and that the fireplace, if there was one intact, could be stoked in this god-awful weather. The door, thankfully, was intact, and not stuck in any fashion, so she shouldered her way in, closed it behind her, and took stock of her surroundings. Mold papered the floor here, damp from the constant dripping, and, grumbling to herself in a constant litany of curses against the villagers, she explored.
Open to the weather, open to the weather, open to the weather... Eventually, she did manage to find a room that wasn't laid bare to the rain, and, on balance, it was...
Alright
. Upside: Fireplace, with logs, and she had a firestarter. Upside: Paper, somehow not destroyed, and not written on either. Good kindling. Downside: She wasn't exactly sure the building would stand up to a good blow, and that storm already seemed pretty heavy. Sighing, she set to the fire. She would have to trust that Sefer, they who ruled fortune, was in a good mood, and that was that. The fire was soon crackling, and the room became warm enough that Helga prioritised her clothes drying over decency. This was a calm area, no monsterfolk, randy or otherwise, to worry about, so she stripped it off, laid her (damp) blanket on the ground nearby, pulled her (sopping) string, and found places to tie it off so it was close to the fire, but not dripping on her blanket. And she waited, sitting at the fire.
"Soon, you'll dry, outside'll dry, I'll dry... And we can try and work out where the hell we are." She stretched.
And stopped, and shivered as a voice at her ear said "You're two miles off the road, and want to be heading from the corner of the building nearest the door to get back to town." Whipping around, she saw... Nothing. That voice, though. It wasn't fear that had made her shiver, because that voice... That voice knew seduction, used it as naturally as breathing. It wasn't threatening, but...
"I can hear no hostile intent in you, but I do like to know whose house I've barged my way into, nonetheless." Helga could already guess the answer, but she wanted to make
sure
. There were a
few
invisible, seductive things, after all, and not all of them were
actually
friendly.
The air shimmered in front of Helga, and, in a soft, sickly blue glow, formed a woman. A human, although petite by human standards, wearing a gown that looked far too costly for a simple miller. A noble, then. And this was confirmed when she bowed magnificently, smiled, and greeted Helga. "Lady warrioress, I grant you guestright in the home of Baroness Ella Marquay. I agree, you did
barge
in here, quite literally, but the door is intact, and I couldn't very well leave you to the storm!" Helga shivered again, a little grumpier this time as she noted the twinkle in this Baroness' eyes. Her guess was correct. Not only did this lady know seduction, she
knew
it. She sat down, as much to demonstrate hostility as in relief, and the Baroness did the same, settling... Not quite
on
the floor, but close enough.
"Well, then, guestright accepted gratefully, Baroness. It's not often I get to meet the peaceful departed, even in... A place I wouldn't expect a woman of your station to be." She looked down, and back up, frankly. "I would apologise for the lack of decorum, but we're both women of the world, it seems." the Baroness laughed, sweet and low, and Helga felt a stiffening below.
Damn, this woman... No... Damn this woman...
The Baroness leaned closer, and Helga set herself back a little.
"Well... I think no apology is needed. We are, after all... Women of the world..." The emphasis in her voice, the sly eyes... Helga reassessed her situation. There was indeed a monster, of a sort, and she was quite clearly randy... But that voice! The Baroness smiled slyly, cocking her head as Helga's dick got harder, and she leaned forward. "Oh, such a shame I can't touch. After all, it'd be a while before your clothes and blanket dried, and I'm sure you haven't felt..." her voice dropped to a sultry whisper "...
Release
, in quite a while." Helga moaned a little, but steeled herself.
"I may not have, but, as you say, I sure as hell can't fuck you, even though you know damn well how your voice is turning me on. So unless you're wanting me to jerk off onto the floor, I'm not quite sure how my...
Release
benefits you." Her own emphasis was more bitter, more curt. She didn't
like
being horny without the benefit of a good fuck at the end, and she was making that as clear as she could. But the Baroness was not to be deterred. Flitting round, she leaned her head over Helga's shoulder, hovering the fingers of one hand over her dick as if stroking it, the other sliding round her chest to mimic resting on one ample breast.
"Oh, I'm fully aware. But you see, while I'm not powerful enough to become solid enough for you to fuck, I
can,
at the present time at least, become solid enough for you to come all..." Her voice dropped lower with every syllable, and Helga's shivers of arousal intensified "...Over... My tits..." Helga frowned, and the Baroness laughed. "Not used to the vulgarity? From a
nooooble lady
? I had a good life, all told... A
very
good life. People loved my voice, and they loved my tight little ass even more. And I knew it. And I loved it. And I loved many people. Well..." Her lusty tones gave way to petulance "...Until I got lost in the rain, just like you, and died of pneumonia in this mill. Rather fitting, that I should grant you avoidance of the same fate. Even if..." Her voice became seductive again "...You've been
very
rude to your host thus far. So
very
rude..."
Helga shook the pink cobwebs from her head. She had trouble, at first, understanding what she meant, because she'd been fixated on the tone, her hand creeping toward her crotch as the Baroness kept talking. Stopping herself, she lowered her head. "Helga, no last name, haven't gotten far enough in my profession to take one." She didn't answer the unspoken question. Mainly out of bloody mindedness and irritation that this ghost, this not-so-noble noble, was teasing her.
"Well, Helga, you can call me Ella... No need for formality here, I'm sure we're going to become very close friends." Helga bristled, and the hand over her breast slid beneath her chin. "I know, it's frustrating. But I know my voice has been making you horny, and I can make you even hornier, enough that it won't
matter
that you can't fuck me." She drifted back, and Helga saw that her clothes had vanished, leaving her elfin form naked, her small breasts on display, legs spread as she started playing with herself. "Mmmm... If you aren't satisfied, I'll leave this plane." She grinned, stroking herself as Helga stared. "And if you are... Well, I'll get all that nice sticky cum over my breasts, you'll get off pleasantly... And we can talk a little more, mmmm?" Helga swore, and Ella put on a fake look of shock "So vulgar!"
Helga growled. "Oh, you're one to talk, you filthy minx. Taking advantage of a traveller's rest to get them hot and bothered. Fine, then..." She spread her legs, and took a firm grip of her dick, stroking it up and down. "You want cum, I'll
