Welcome To Valsa Ch 06

"They want to buy the place for 7 million theals...."

Even considering the size of the property, it was an incredible sum, which Jev had been guessing would sell for slightly more than a million. BigBuy was intent on expanding into the area, ideally taking advantage of the planned expansion of the GemLifts, but they had encountered a fair amount of resistance from the locals. The paid security seemed like an overreaction, but maybe it had gotten more heated than Jev realized. Granddad's property was the first one to come up in a while which was large enough to host the warehouse-style shop, and the fact that the decision was to be made by someone without deep roots in the community seemed too good to be true. Jev hadn't even approached anyone about putting the property on the market, and yet it seemed that word had gotten around.

"They said they're willing to subdivide the property to allow you to own your tree. You'd be able to stay without problems... But you'd be living beside the parking lot."

Dione sat on the couch, breathing deeply. She fought against a rising tide of panic. Jev selling the property had always been a potential outcome, possibly to some sour old bastard who hated her, but the idea that everything here would be bulldozed for an ocean of asphalt had never been a factor in even her worst-case scenario.

Jev walked over to the side of the couch, where he sat beside her and took her by the hands, comfortingly.

"I don't think I'm going to take it."

Her eyes locked with his, disbelieving.

"I know it's only been a bit less than a week that I've been here, but for the first time in my life, I feel like there's potential for something better, you know? Maybe I'm gonna be a terrible farmer, I don't know. But I can still do

something

here. Back home if it's not a BigBuy corporate office job, then it's something equally soul-crushing. There's no way I could ever afford property like this on my own in Garnaca, even if I sell to BigBuy."

His gaze dropped, looking down at their hands together.

"And, I mean, it's been a week and I have

friends

here. Between you and Cyd — maybe we're not bound-at-the-hip soulbound buddies or anything, but I've made a closer bond with you two here this week than I have with anyone in Balisport since high school. I don't think I realised just how lonely I was."

He looked up at Dione and nodded back at the fridge. A sheaf of papers sat there, held onto the refrigerator with a magnet.

"I was going to tell you during our date tomorrow, but one of the places I stopped at today was Selrington, to visit the government offices there. I'm going to start the immigration process."

There was a pregnant pause as Dione absorbed the information he was giving her. Then there was a flurry of movement as her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she pressed her lips into his. Despite his surprise, he kissed her, savouring the gentle softness of her lips pressing into his, the faraway smell of pine on her breath.

Her eyes flicked open as though she suddenly realised what she was doing. She withdrew from the kiss, apologizing. Jev grabbed her behind the neck and drew her back, kissing her deeper and more intensely as she melted into his arms. She felt good moulded against him, and he felt her tongue tentatively probing against his lips. His mouth parted to grant her access and he met the gentle caress of her tongue with his own. A part of him wanted to slip the shoulder of her dress off, to press on aggressively, but he kept it in check. She needed to set the pace she was comfortable with so that he didn't accidentally intimidate or scare her off.

They made out like this for a few moments before Dione pulled away and rested her head against his chest.

"I mean, that's only if you want me to stick around, of course."

She reached over and slapped him gently on his far shoulder, nestling her head further into his chest in response.

It suddenly struck him how much would need to be done. He needed to transfer or cancel the lease for the apartment back home, go through the immigration process — part of which meant learning the language properly, getting the property ready, learning farming... It was almost too much to consider. As he started to create the "to-do" list in his head, Dione piped up.

"Oh, yeah, Cyd wanted me to remind you the pack will be here this weekend, and to be ready 'cause they'll be here early."

"How early is 'early'?"

She shrugged.

"Probably 6, 7-ish."

"In the

morning

?"

"Welcome to the life of a farmer, I guess."

He sighed.

"Well, I grabbed a big box of frozen burgers and some buns while I was out today, so we'll throw them on the barbeque and hopefully that will take care of food."

She sat up and looked at him very earnestly.

"Oh, you believe me, when the pack gets together you will not have to worry about food."

A loud creaking came from outside as a heavy form walked onto the front porch. The door creaked open and Cydwen's wolven head poked in.

"I'm bo— hey, look at you two cuddle bugs!"

Dione immediately sat up, scooting away from Jev to a respectable distance.

"What's up, Cyd?"

Cydwen seemed to battle internally over whether to interrupt them or not, but eventually apparently decided that the moment had passed as she walked into the cabin. Her thick claws clacked against the wood floor and she came over to the third cushion on the couch and collapsed into it. Her thick reddish-brown fur was more than enough covering for the sake of her modesty, as she wore no clothing.

"I'm bored. I tried to do some more work, but I'm too clumsy like this."

Jev raised an eyebrow.

"What, no more random tourists for you to waylay in the dark?"

"I don't remember you complaining..."

"Maybe I didn't want you to rip my face off?"

Cyd was going to respond, but Dione beat her to the punch.

"Oh, good, finally someone who'll be on my side against Cyd!"

All three of them laughed at that.

"I was just about to make supper if you want something. Then maybe we can watch a movie?"

"What's for supper?"

He got up and looked into the fridge, then the freezer.

"We probably don't want something that'll take forever to cook, it's already pretty late. I've got a frozen turkey pie I could put in."

Cyd nodded.

"Works for me," she chucked Dione on the shoulder, "you having any?"

Dione's eyes rolled and she cast a look at Cyd.

"You know I can't."

"No, you

won't

. You

can

eat just fine."

"It makes me feel like crap afterwards."

"You know just as well as I do that the doctor said that was because you refuse to actually use your digestive system. Your body would get used to digesting in a few days if you let it. So long as you stay away from a few things you can eat anything you want. "

"And I

want

to eat nothing! I get all of the nutrients I need from my tree!"

"And none of the fun!"

Cyd leaned forward, lowering her voice to speak to Dione conspiratorially.

"Look, you're going out to dinner for your date tomorrow, right? What are you gonna do, just sit there and watch him eat? You know how weird that would be?"

Dione's mouth opened and closed a few times as counterarguments died before they could come out. She hung her head, defeated.

"I'll have a

small

piece, please."

Jev was about to insist that she didn't have to, but Cyd fixed him with a glare which suggested she might reconsider her face-ripping policy if he'd voiced it. So he focused on getting the pie into a cocotte on the stovetop, a task which suddenly required so much concentration that it was clearly impossible for him to be paying attention to the girls' conversation. With that safely put away, he rummaged a can out of the fridge.

"Beer?"

Cyd nodded enthusiastically. He threw the can across the room to her, which she managed to catch ungracefully. Dione looked to Cyd for permission to refuse.

"Absolutely no beer for you. We don't need a repeat of the soft drink incident."

Jev grabbed a bottle of the "Water+", offering it to Di, who seemed visibly relieved to have something more within her comfort zone. He grabbed a beer for himself and joined the two on the couch, handing Di her beverage.

After some deliberation and an evaluation of the movies that Granddad had in his collection, they decided to watch "Moon Fever", an old Garnacan action classic about a special forces military unit in a remote village in some unspecified jungle forced to fight an enemy werewolf who'd infiltrated the villagers. They'd just gotten to the point where the soldiers realised they were being tracked by something in the forest when Jev's timer beeped for the pie, making both Cyd and Dione jump and sending them all into fits of laughter.

The meat pie was quickly polished off, even Dione's, and the three settled in to watch the rest of the movie. Dione soon leaned over to lie against his side, a welcome sensation, but without support, one which quickly began to get tiring. Cyd noticed his discomfort and motioned for him to lean against her. He leaned into her plush fur, relaxing against her muscular side as Dione burrowed further into his. He took a moment to appreciate the intimacy and comfort he felt in the moment.

The movie finished with the Garnacan leader calling in an air strike against the village after identifying the werewolf and tricking him into a trap, and they all agreed they needed another, one where the Emmarians weren't the bad guys. Cyd remained insistent that she could have defeated the soldiers by simply not falling for the trap but left to retrieve a movie from her house. Jev used the opportunity to use the restroom and returned to Dione having replaced his and Cyd's empty beers, along with a bag of popcorn rotating in the microwave.

"How's your stomach?"

She shrugged.

"Feels weird. I'm not used to feeling something inside me."

Jev's eyebrows shot up at her wording, which cued Di to take a moment and reflect on what she'd said. She chuckled and slapped him lightly on the arm.

"Not like that!"

She returned to the couch just as Cyd returned, clutching a movie disc in its case triumphantly. She refused to let Jev see the case, keeping him at bay with her long arms. Dione was apparently in on the plan, as the remotes were also hidden. The opening credits rolled to reveal the title: "The Moonlit Chase" — one of Cyd and Dione's favourite movies whose title had been brought to mind by the previous film. As the movie started, Jev remembered the popcorn and retrieved it before they all settled into their positions.

It was a period romance set in Emmarine around 200 years pre-Arrival, the story of a werewolf noblewoman who met and fell in love with an orcish stable hand. Their romance became complicated by the local lord whose eye the werewolf had caught wanting to marry the werewolf, and when the orc snuck into a masquerade ball to be able to declare his love to the werewolf, he was captured.

Both Dione and Cyd were extremely familiar with the film, as they would often melodramatically recite the characters' lines to one another, and to him as he looked on blankly. While Jev was enjoying the film, there were parts which seemed to draw on cultural references or taboos that he didn't quite get, and as a result, it felt like he was only getting about half of the story, a fact which put a pit in his stomach about his prospects for immigration. He decided to grab another beer for himself and Cyd to put the thought out of his mind.

There was a shuffling around and as he returned he found that Dione had stolen his spot and was now lying upon Cyd's side. The dryad looked up at him and stuck out her tongue.

"You lost your spot. I get the warm wolfie mattress now."

He passed the can to Cyd, sat at the end of the couch, then flopped over, pushing himself up so he was lying across both the wolf and the dryad's laps.

"Mmm... Nope, I get the best spot again."

Neither Dione nor Cyd protested so he settled in. As the movie went on, Dione began running her fingers along his shoulder and arm, and shortly afterwards Cyd started to absently run her clawed fingers gently through his hair, scratching his scalp.

The movie ended with the orc being captured and the werewolf being coerced into marrying the vampire lord. But at the wedding, she learned that the Vampire lord had stolen his title and that the true owner of his property and titles was, in fact, her orc lover. Rescuing him from the dungeon, together they exposed the vampire lord, the two lovers married and had a happily ever after.

Between the beer and the gentle touches, Jev was nearly asleep by the time the movie finished. He was rudely disturbed from his comfortable position, though, as two pairs of hands then proceeded to shove him off the two soft laps and onto the floor.

"Movie's over, time to get up."

Cyd looked down at him, then helped him to his feet before going to the restroom. Jev and Dione cleaned up the supper plates, leftover popcorn, bottles, and cans. Cyd returned to the main room, looking at Jev soberly.

"Hey, uh... This was nice, tonight. I'm a little drunk, and I don't really want to make the walk home if I don't have to. Do you think I could just, maybe, stay over?"

She held out her hands as if to ward off any accusations.

"I promise I'll be on my best behaviour."

Jev looked at Dione, hoping she'd have a read on the situation, but she looked at him with the same confusion he felt. Nevertheless, she ambiguously shook her head as if to say "I don't mind, it's up to you."

"Yeah, ok, I guess?"

There was a nervousness about her which immediately lifted.

"Ok, Di, you spend the night too. It'll be like our sleepovers as kids."

Di seemed confused but enthusiastically agreed.

Jev wasn't sure how he'd ended up with the prospect of two beautiful women in his bed, but he wasn't about to complain. He went through the evening routine of shutting the lights, and brushing his teeth, and entered the bedroom where both Cyd and Di were waiting. Di had removed her dress and bra and had stolen one of his t-shirts and she sat by the edge of the bed while Cyd was on the far edge, rolled on her side. He stripped down to his boxers and crawled into the bed where Cyd almost immediately enfolded him in her arms. Dione lay down in front of him and he did the same to her. While Jev had initially thought Cyd was aiming to orchestrate a threesome, she seemed to simply savour the closeness of him and Dione.

He was caught in between the very different softnesses of Dione's supple skin, which was halfway between the feeling of skin and the feeling of wood that had been worn down through constant touch, and the plush coat of Cydwen, wrapping over the supernaturally taut muscles of her arm like a carpet over steel cable. It took only a few moments for the werewolf to begin snoring softly, followed shortly afterwards by Dione. It took longer for Jev, overwhelmed by the strangeness of sharing a bed compounded by the general strangeness of the unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar house on an unfamiliar continent. Nevertheless, he eventually drifted off, feeling safe and comfortable, if a little warm.

He woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and the sounds of cooking. Opening his eyelids, his blurry vision focused on the face of Dione before him, her emerald green hair in disarray, and her mossy green eyes leaping from place to place, inspecting his face. He kissed her, eliciting a smile.

"Sounds like Cyd's had an early start, then."

He reached around behind himself, the bed there retained a little lingering warmth, so she hadn't been up for too long.

"We should probably get up before she causes too much trouble."

Both he and Dione got out of bed. He admired the soft curve of her panty-covered butt peeking from beneath his t-shirt as she went to the restroom to freshen up, then stopped short. In the kitchen, Cyd was working away at preparing breakfast, wearing nothing but an apron that he wasn't sure where she could possibly have found.

She fixed him with a glance.

"I wasn't wearing clothes last night, so I don't have clothes today. What, are you complaining?"

She emphasized her point by striking a pose that emphasized her long, shapely legs, tight butt, and not an insignificant amount of sideboob.

"Besides, I'm in a good mood this morning. So I'm making my specialty: crêpes à la loup-garou."

Dione nearly burst down the washroom door at the news.

"You're making luu-gruu creeps?! You almost never do that!"

She explained to Jev:

"Cyd went to Alaria once on an art trip after graduating. She came home with this recipe and it's absolutely the greatest thing ever and she's made it maybe 5 times since. It's one of the only things I always eat when she makes them."

Jev let out a low whistle.

"Genuine Alari creeps, huh?"

Cyd giggled at the mispronunciation.

"They take a lot of work to put the filling together, so I don't do it often. But hey, at least here I can leave the dishes and steal all of your ingredients instead of using my own."

She passed Jev a small bowl full of a yellow paste and a whisk.

"Here. Mix this a lot."

As advertised, the crêpes took a fair amount of time to put together, and both Jev and Dione were pressed into service intermittently to keep the process running smoothly. When they were done, they were as good as promised. Soft chewy crêpes with a thick custard filling spiced with cinnamon, cloves, and nutmeg and filled with fresh strawberries, then topped with fresh whipped cream. It was the sort of meal that might have come from a fancy bistro.

As Dione and Jev took over cleaning up, Cyd took the small bowl of leftover whipped cream and started dipping her finger in it and licking it clean. She grabbed a big fingerful and presented it to Dione, who happily licked the thick white glob off of her finger, oblivious to the meaningful look that Cyd was sending to Jev.

Then, she bowed her head and pulled the looped band of the black apron down over her head, exposing both of her prominent breasts. She grabbed another dollop of the cream and smeared it on her left nipple. Now, Dione saw what was happening. She extended her tongue and, keeping her eyes on Jev as much as possible, began to dutifully lick the whipped cream off of her friend's nipple. Cyd gave an overwrought moan as Dione's tongue diligently lapped away the sweet treat. She coated her other nipple similarly and presented it to Jev.

Jev's eyes flicked over to Di for confirmation, and all he saw there was excitement and anticipation. He took this as explicit permission, and dove onto her soft breast, sucking away the whipped cream. His tongue whirled around the edge of her areola and probed at the small divots where her barbell would usually be. He gently pinched the nipple with his teeth and pulled, eliciting a small genuine moan this time and when he withdrew, there was a flash of approval in Cyd's golden eyes.

She handed him the bowl, running her hands up Dione's soft tummy as she reached higher and higher under the T-shirt, finally lifting it off entirely. She took the bowl from Jev and painted a dot of whipped cream on one of the dryad's hardened nipples, which she then proceeded to lick off herself. She smeared another dose on the other nipple before reapplying her own, and now both she and Jev were suckling at Di's soft breasts, accompanied by small whimpers of pleasure.

Finally, Cyd turned her attention to Jev, passing the bowl back to Dione. She slid her hands down the waist of his boxers, pulling them down in such a way that the material stayed hooked over his erect cock, until finally it sprang free. Cyd took the bowl back from the dryad, who'd been holding it tight to her chest, both excited and nervous. Cyd took a large dollop of the cream and spread it on the top of Jev's cock, just behind the head, then stepped back. Dione nervously knelt in front of Jev, looking up at him as if begging for his approval.