Why Erila Hates Other Witches
Steam billowed from the mountains in steady pulses. Seeping up through the pines, every few miles another steady sequence of steam rose into the air, giving the mountains a peaceful, living look. Viewed from above, the mountainside would have looked like a group of massive beasts breathing calmly in the winter cold. Seriously, though. Who the hell is getting this kind of view? It's like some kind of omnipotent viewpoint just travels around to set the scene for stories.
Perched in the high valley between two round topped mountains, a sleepy looking town was beginning to get back to business after their collective lunches. Shopkeepers called out their wares while the various inns cleaned and advertised their services. Such was the scene that two haggard looking travelers viewed from their campsite on a peaceful winter's day. Okay seriously, who is going out of their way to paint this idyllic picture? It's starting to bug me.
Under a small overhang of rock just high enough to stand under a handsome, blue haired, and naked man stuffed some kindling into the hot ashes of last nights fire. As the heat caused the kindling to light he quickly stacked enough wood to get a small fire going. While the fire built up he squirmed his way back into the blanket he had shared with the red haired woman last night. The two sat quietly, side by side in the blanket as the smoke began to turn to flame.
"You really think this is necessary?" Prince Kierdis asked, dubiously eyeing the town half a day's walk away.
"We have no money left. Foraging is barely cutting it. Plus, we've been traveling outdoors and having steamy, sweaty, sex for a month. Yes, I think a job and a bath are absolutely necessary." Leili said.
"Not getting stabbed in my sleep is absolutely necessary too." The fugitive prince grumbled.
Leili could understand why her lover was nervous. Walking straight through town in broad daylight was something he hadn't done very often since fleeing the assassins and bounty hunters who sought to kill or capture him. According to what Leili had teased out of him over pillow talk, he was an ocean and most of a continent away from where he started. Even if his enemies were tracking him by airship, keeping tabs on a man traveling mostly through wilderness, and purposely moving through dangerous areas away from the skylanes would have been a tall order. Considering that, and the odor she feared they were exuding, a stop in civilization should be safe. Still, Leili knew her bedmate would need some convincing/bribing to see things her way. Subtly, Leili shifted her way into Kierdis' lap. She was instantly rewarded with a tap between her thighs as Kierdis swelled beneath her.
"Besides, we're way off the beaten path. We definitely lost those cultists. Traveled through two mountain passes in the dead of winter like a couple of desperate idiots. If none of that convinces you this will be worth it then I submit this for your consideration..." Leili said as she spread her legs and slipped him inside of her. "Private. Rooms."
Kierdis responded in the affirmative, at least that was how Leili chose to read his vigorous pumping into her groin. Leili gasped as her back arched of its own accord, her head tilting to give Kierdis a better angle to nibble at her neck and ear. Kierdis' strong, rough hands clutched at her breasts, kneading them with the exact amount of firmness Leili liked. While Leili was technically doing this as a bribe to get her way, a small voice in the back of her head reminded her that she was probably enjoying this more than he was. Although he may be a prince, Kierdis was still a man, full of desires that competed with his good sense.
Soon Kierdis brought his other appendages into play. Thick tentacles with smaller cilia sprouting from them began to tease and envelop Leili's flesh. Having asserted his control over the side effects of his curse, Kierdis had become rather adept at using the nimble phalli to drive Leili wild. As delicate cilia teased and tickled her nipples and clit, Leili surrendered herself to the embrace of the stronger stalks as they lifted her up out of the blanket. The fire was going strong now, creating a pocket of warm air as Kierdis hefted Leili's naked body into the morning light. Kierdis seemed to enjoy just looking at Leili's nudity, and Leili had found the sensation of being watched exciting to her as well. Without resisting, Leili allowed Kierdis to turn and spread her so that he could view every inch of her, before some of his more purpose built tentacles began to caress her erogenous zones. Fondled over every inch, she felt herself dragged back onto Kierdis' shaft as he began pumping in earnest. Leili allowed her moans to escape freely in the morning air as Kierdis brought her to climax several times.
Soon after, Kierdis reached his own satisfaction within her and the two sat down to cuddle atop the blankets. Kierdis used his hands to pull their cookware out of their packs and started making a simple breakfast to tide them over till they reached the town. His tentacles continued to nuzzle against Leili's skin, seeking out every nook and cranny leaving her skin slightly damp as they passed. She didn't mind the warm sticky sensation of the residue they left behind, but a curious thought occurred to her. Kierdis often used the extensions of his body as if they were extra penises. If that was the case, why were they constantly covered in a sort of mucous?
"Hey Kierdis, which would you say your tentacles are more like: fingers? Or dicks?" Leili asked as they ate. Inwardly she winced at her use of crass language towards royalty. For his part, Kierdis seemed oddly comfortable with his life outdoors, away from the comforts of a palace. He also had a bit of a foul mouth when distressed or annoyed himself, as if he had learned to speak as a commoner then replaced his diction with the lofty lexicon of nobility. Leili decided that would be her next questioning thread.
"Neither, they're much more like tongues." He said casually as he ate his helping in a few swift bites.
"What?" Leili said, suddenly conscious of all the areas of her body the topic of discussion had caressed/groped/penetrated/coated in what may in fact be royal spit. Leili abandoned her original plan for questioning and hesitantly explored this new ground. "Can... you taste with them?"
"That's primarily how I know what they're doing. I can't keep track of that many things with my two eyes fixed in one direction. It's hard to explain, but I can taste how far away from me they are. I can taste what they grab for me, what's near them, whether it's alive or not. Within a certain distance I can always tell if someone's around me, useful stuff for a guy being targeted, and more besides. I don't know if you'd call it taste but they pick up other things too. Like fear, hate, happiness..." He cast an affectionate glance over his shoulder. "Love."
"Wow... that's..." Leili stammered, shocked and somewhat ashamed as logical conclusions fell into place.
