The Three Adventurers Pt 06

Included kinks:

Futa, plot chapter, worldbuilding, mini-gts, masturbation, public indecency, fantasy, romance, love drama, female muscle, muscle growth, size praise, size difference, non-sex chapter

All characters are entirely fictional and all above the age of 18!

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The three futas' march through the camp obviously didn't go unnoticed. Not only due to the behemoth of an 8'10" orc adamant on flaunting her completely nude and now outrageously huge body, but also for the fact that they were all on speaking terms without any limbs being ripped off.

Nevertheless, Lyanne made sure to always walk between her two comrades, just to make sure she could step in if needed, but Fel's focus seemed to rest solely on the thorough appreciation of her enlarged physique for the time being.

"So, let me get that straight. We have just witnessed the first display of actual magic in millennia of recorded history, and you tell me that you happened to read about the same event in a book I did not even know I possessed?"

Now that Syn put it that way, there was no denying how insane that sounded. But in all truth, that wouldn't be the craziest thing to have happened in just the last hour, Lyanne thought.

"Pretty much... yes," she admitted.

"Sounds convenient," Fel said from behind the human.

"Convenient? You pretty much must believe in divine intervention for this to be the case," Syn muttered and looked over her shoulder and past Lyanne. "But after all we witnessed a miracle with our own eyes."

"Yeah... a miracle," Lyanne muttered, but wasn't sure she would want to go that far to describe what they saw.

She glanced over to Fel, who let out a hearty groan as she flexed her massive arms, seemingly for the sole purpose of giving all the boys who came to stare a good show. At least she stopped fondling her lower regions for now.

"You will not hear me complain," the orc grinned and couldn't possibly be anymore enthralled with herself. "I can get behind miracles like this."

"Is that really necessary, Fel?" Lyanne asked, annoyed by the orc's nudist insistence. "No chance you can cover up at least a bit?"

"No chance," Fel grinned proudly and stared back into Lyanne's green eyes, very well knowing how much her now ridiculously overgrown manhood and balls swayed with every step.

The knight managed to take her gaze away before she offered Fel the satisfaction of catching her stare.

The three reached Lyanne's tent after the entire camp must have gotten a good look on Fel's jiggly ass at the very least.

"Okay. Where do you have your bookshelf?" Syn asked after taking a long look into Lyanne's organized, but to the untrained eye, chaotic mess.

"The smaller crate," the knight said and blushed in shame moments later.

Syn's eyes were filled with disappointment upon finding her books, many elvish classics, stored in a trunk side by side with ordinary human literature. As much as Syn lived at odds with her elvish roots, she had always taken on a very much elvish stance when it came on how to appreciate and cherish knowledge, especially in the form of books.

"Alright...," Syn frowned, but thankfully chose to swallow her disapproval. "What am I looking for? What is it called?"

"Uhm... I am not really sure," Lyanne muttered, her cheeks turning red by now. "Something with 'Narna'? Or... no, just 'Narn' in the title."

"Narn just means 'tale', Lyanne. Pretty sure many books have that in their title," Syn replied drily.

"Uhm... then... I hope there are... not too many?" the human said while nervously scratching her neck.

"You do not make that easy for me," Syn sighed, brimming with disappointment, before she knelt down to go through the heap of books one after the other by hand.

"Sorry," Lyanne muttered and turned around, just to face a wall of green.

Fel wasn't bothered by Lyanne's mistreatment of books at all. She seemingly took more interest in the interior instead.

"You really need a bigger tent, Lyanne," Fel said in need of ducking otherwise her head would have lifted the tent canopy by quite a bit.

"It is more than enough for someone... well ... my size," Lyanne said and made Fel's face ignite with joy when the knight's eyes finally rested on those impossible to ignore gigantic set of breasts.

"Bigger is always better, Lyanne," Fel teased and pushed her chest forward, until Lyanne turned away with a defeated sigh.

Great, not only must Syn think of her as a big uncultured oaf now, but she also had an already constantly aroused orc to content with, who just happened to get only hornier after growing by a foot and a half.

"Found it, Syn?" she asked in hope of some relief from Fel.

"Patience. I would surely have got it already if you put your books in some order, but that would require some better way of storage, than just tossing everything into a chest," the half-elf said end kept gently putting back every book in an organised manner.

"Why did I even ask?" Lyanne thought while exhaling audibly and could only resort to staring at the ceiling.

Fel eventually got moving and giggled girlishly from Lyanne's right. She already dreaded the second Fel would take notice of the full body mirror in the corner, but when she dared to look at the enormous orc, she found Fel admiring the armour stand.

"You like my armour?" Lyanne asked and joined the green giantess.

"Fuck yeah!" Fel said in an oddly enthusiastic tone before faking a cough and adding with haste. "I mean... your ironskin is a ... bit impressive. Sturdy. Well-made. Yeah..."

"It is. It costed a fortune, but I would say it was worth every coin," the knight said and frowned when the orc began to gently stroke the chest plate.

"How much would it cost to make something like this for someone like me?"

This sudden and strangely soft-spoken question took Lyanne by surprise.

"I had no idea orcs take any stock in armour smithing. I mean you clearly prefer to run around naked, especially in battle," Lyanne said and could see Fel almost blush.

"I do not need it for battle. I just want to wear it," the orc grinned. "I wonder what it would look like. On someone as big as me. Or... maybe even bigger."

"Bigger? I would say you are already blessed with enough size, Fel," Lyanne chuckled and eventually saw the seriousness in Fel's eyes. "I mean... surely you would not want to get... any bigger... right?"

"Why not? I REALLY start to like it," Fel laughed and eventually pulled her huge fingers away from caressing the knight's armour. "Actually, I hoped we would find out how I can grow some more."

Lyanne's eyes widened at the thought of an even greater, more ... ravenous version of Fel. That would be more than the rest of the camp and certainly herself could possibly bear.

"Then I doubt... you will ever find anyone... making you a set of armour," she gasped nervously after regaining her composure.

"Well... guess you cannot have everything," Fel winked as she walked past Lyanne and seemingly found something else to occupy herself with.

"Please tell me you found something, Syn," Lyanne pleaded and walked up to the half-elf rattling through dozens of books.

"Not yet," Syn said, but at least no longer sounded annoyed when Lyanne knelt next to her. "You have a peculiar taste, you know that?"

"Peculiar? How?" Lyanne asked.

"Well... 'Master of the rings', 'A ballad of Fire and ice', 'The Shape of Time'. From all the great works in my possession, you really had to pick all the subpar rip-offs of much greater stories?" Syn said, but eventually found some amusement in it.

"I just... read things faster when I enjoy the genre," Lyanne replied, a grin fletching on her face the longer she looked at the half-elf.

"You do you," Syn chuckled while shaking head. "But if you actually want to become fluent you should read something less casual... and less meant for children."

"Maybe I can lend a few more books then?" Lyanne asked, by now lost in Syn's gorgeous, wide hazel eyes.

"Maybe if you put them on a bookshelf first, then we can talk," Syn smirked, her plump lips even opening until her stunning white teeth shone through.

"Deal," Lyanne chuckled and nodded emphatically.

It was the greatest of reliefs to see Syn smile again in such a joyful manner. Lyanne had no right to even hope to receive any warmth coming her way after those last few hours, but here they were. Lyanne was more than aware about the preciousness of this moment, just like the certainty of stomping that fragile fledgling of reconciliation if her eyes lowered just by a few inches into that oh-so inviting cleavage spilling out of Syn's low-cut dress. Better to not take any risks, she thought, despite her body demanding otherwise.

That's when she spotted something in the corner of her vision, a dark purple cover she remembered.

"There! That is the book!" Lyanne shouted and pointed at the pile next to Syn's slender fingers.

"Finally!" Fel behind them chirped as well and soon loomed over the other two futas.

The two looked up in a moment of intense uncertainty, but Fel's giddy excitement was prove enough they didn't have to fear her for now. Although, the orc still made sure to avoid addressing or even looking at Syn as much as possible thus far, Lyanne noticed.

"What are you waiting for? What is it saying?" Fel blurred out impatiently.

She really looked desperate to learn how to grow to an even more mindboggling size.

Syn lifted the ancient looking book up and was taken aback.

"This is old. Like, proper old," she said and caressed the richly engraved cover with great caution. "Narn va Nelde. The tale of the triad? I can say with certainty, that I have never seen this one before."

Syn immediately took a great interest in the book and gasped out loud as soon as she turned to the first page.

"Lyanne, are you absolutely sure you got that from me?" the half-elf asked.

"I am sure. Why? What is wrong?" Lyanne asked.

"This... is mostly written in Old Edhellen, ancient elvish, this... book could go back to the days of the forefathers. Before the Dark Descent even," Syn said and stared at Lyanne with wide eyes.

"I do not understand. Is that bad?" Lyanne asked cautiously now that she saw the urgency on Syn's face.

"Lyanne. This book could be 15000 years old."

"What?!"

Fel growled something under her breath above them before she decided to speak up.

"Forefathers? Is that what you elves call them? They are called 'Nostarna'. Your people could least get the names right," Fel snorted dismissively.

"How do you know about them?" Lyanne asked.

"Like every living orc. We get raised with tales about the Nostarna, how they taught us everything before the 'Shattering', as it is actually called. We still follow their ways ... unlike others," the orc said, and her face darkened now that she returned Syn's gaze. "That was before the elves took away what was given to us and before they started to draw things into their pathetic little books in the wrong way."

Lyanne looked over to Syn and could sense the tension on her face. She once learnt the hard way how much Syn despised being reduced to her elvish heritage. While she meant it as praise it was certainly not received as such and given the context of thousands of years of hostilities between their people, she doubted Syn would feel any less angered by Fel in this very moment.

"Well, glad we got a real scholar here then," Syn muttered, her voice trenched with sarcasm as she bit her lips to not act upon the insult.

"Pfff. Every child knows that" Fel growled and only paused when she felt Lyanne's disapproving gaze on her.

Syn returned her attention to the ancient book and started reading in it. It was always a treat to behold her go through entire pages in the time Lyanne just finished a single paragraph. No wonder her tent was stuffed to the brim with a collection of books many libraries in the big towns would salivate over.

"This... is ... amazing," Syn muttered and kept going, her eyes flickering left to right at a frantic pace.

"Can you read it?" Lyanne asked.

"Just barely. There are not many books in Old Edhellen left, even where I was from," Syn said and frowned as she looked at Lyanne. "I do not understand why you chose a book that you can understand very few bits of at best in the first place."

"I... just thought the cover looked nice... and well ... you will see," Lyanne said as girlish redness rallied into her cheeks.

Syn looked confused at first but understood as soon as she turned the page.

"Oh... that...," she blushed as well, her head slowly tilting to the side as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. "Ohhhhhhh..."

"Hohoho! Someone is having a good time!" Fel laughed heartily. "Those are some very nice dongs!"

The trio stared at a drawing of three futas in the midst of sexual intercourse. Not only that, but the way the three were "entangled" with each other in such a circular position would have been completely impossible unless they were as outrageously endowed as they were depicted here.

"I mean... the Forefa-, the 'Nostarna', were known for being very ... sexually ... expressive back in the day," Syn muttered and cleared her throat when even she got excited by the sight. "I get why that piqued your interest."

Just when Lyanne thought she could not blush any brighter she heard Fel's snicker and the orc's breath on her neck.

"So, you get horny looking at pictures like that?" Fel teased.

"No!" Lyanne lied with a feigned laugh but stammered like a young lass getting caught in the act, pretending the wooden shaft had just magically wedged itself between her legs. "I mean... I just... wanted to learn... about... old things... and... stuff."

"Riiiiight," the huge orc smirked and rose to her staggering height once more, one hand already on her audibly throbbing dick as it slowly awakened. "If all your books are like this. Then I get why you like reading so much. Hehe."

"No, they are not! And why does that even matter to you?!" Lyanne hissed, still flustered and breaking into sweat.

"It does not, but I am glad you enjoy yourself," Fel said and winked, while casually stroking herself until she sported over a foot and a half of green meat in her hand... and somehow still kept getting harder. "It is important to give your body what it needs. And I worried you do not."

"Well... your worries... are unfounded," Lyanne growled and could almost sense the heat radiating from the orc's gigantic member. "Do not even think about cumming into my tent!"

"Do not panic, Lyanne. I am just giving it a little rub. Well, maybe not so little anymore," Fel said casually and looked at total ease with pleasuring herself in front of Lyanne. "You can do the same ... if you want."

"Are you two done?" Syn interjected, equally annoyed, and aroused. "I think we can all agree there is more important matter at hand than discussing what gets you two going."

"Agreed!" Lyanne gasped and knew to immediately latch onto the lifeline offered to her.

"Argh... fine," Fel rolled her eyes before she at last agreed as well.

Syn's eyes lingered on the giant orc heartily stroking herself for a bit longer before she could bring herself to return her attention to the book.

"Lyanne. You said you have seen those blue, fiery eyes," Syn said and looked tense trying to ignore the giant orc pleasuring herself above them. "Where are they?"

"On the next few pages... they... are in there a lot."

The circle of the three shagging futas remained the centre of every new page going forward. While their initial display was drawn in a very minimalistic and vague way, the later interpretations of the same scene added more details with every depiction.

The three futas were given more shape, more lewdness to differentiate between them as Syn kept reading. Only the half-elf's occasional gasp or nods gave any indication of what was revealed to her, but it must have been riveting, for Syn's fingers were restless and shaking with anticipation.

"What... is... that?" Syn muttered to herself as she stared at one particular drawing that stood out from all the others thus far.

The circle of futas was engulfed in flames which connected them all, keeping at bay huge cracks rippling all over the page like lightning.

All the three futas, by now one clearly distinguishable as an orc with the other two most likely being humans due to their lack of elvish ears, were not only engulfed in those many-coloured flames, but they seemed to be the cause for them. The orc was surrounded by green fire, but her eyes burnt with the same blue shade as the human thrusting into her. Also, the same colour Fel's eyes burnt with during her growth spurt.

They were all connected the same way, with their own flames and cocks reaching out to the futa next to them and igniting their eyes with the same colour, and thus completing the circle. The green of the orc to the purple of the more muscular humanoid, from purple to the blue of the more curvaceous figure and at last from blue to the massive green orc.

"Is this the triad?" Lyanne asked eventually after Syn just kept staring at the picture for some time. "Them giving each other... their fire?"

"Yes... and I think it... is a prophecy of sorts," Syn muttered, her voice clearly shaken. "About us."

"Us?!" Lyanne and Fel shouted with one voice.

"Listen to this... I will try to translate it," Syn gasped and went back a few pages. "Found they were by circumstances millennia in the making, not forged by chance. Three chosen to come together in unlikely companionship, each the pillar of their people. One from the lost, one from the forsaken and one from the new children. Meant to give, not yet to receive, their strength will grow with their love, until their power will be unleashed into the word, and come together as three parts of one great balance. Flesh formed by love, pleasure giving into power. Shaped by the heart of someone else."

"Pillar of the people? Flesh formed by love? What is that supposed to mean?" Lyanne asked and Syn started going back to the picture depicting flames and rips.

"I did not understand it either, but now it makes sense," Syn said, by now breathing hard and pointing at the paragraph under the image. "The three will be called upon to mend a shattered world, each restoring their realm and people, now that they have defied their past. They will make themselves grow into ... I think that means... 'godhood', but I am not sure... to return what was lost. The three must succeed in their trials and give into their heart and flesh. Their fire of love will mark the beginning onto their way home. The spirits will guide their path and the world will follow."

"The spirits," Fel chirped, both her hands unshackled from her cock and catching her gasps straight before her mouth.

Syn looked up to Fel and had the orc never seen any more girlishly excited than this. Lyanne's focus was only summoned by Syn once more by finger thumping into the image of the three futas with desperation.

"This describes us three coming together. One from the lost and the forsaken. No matter how you want to look at it, that must be the orcs and elves, so me and Fel. And the new one must be for the humans, which means you Lyanne," Syn insisted with wide eyes.

"New children? I mean... it is not like my people were not around for thousands of years... right?" Lyanne asked without knowing for sure.

"The humans and dwarves were the latest to arrive. Long after the orcs and elves settled in these lands. They came with the cold, which was after all magic was already lost. I know that for certain, because the elves documented your people's arrival in great detail, as well as their first attempts to teach both races their language and customs," Syn clarified.