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Of Crowns, Control, and Centaurs	By : Yumberduddle Category: +S through Z > Shining Force series Views: 1741 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
They had failed. Darksol had managed to release the Dark Dragon from its bizarre seal, the grotesque mound of flesh returning to life even as the mad mage had died to make it happen. What followed was a battle of such intensity that it almost made Mae wish never to see combat again. Skeletons wielding Ancient weaponry came in seemingly infinite numbers while the three-headed monster known as Dark Dragon had brought terrible magics and its own blasphemous strength against the members of the Shining Force, at least those that could still fight after the already taxing battle to end Darksol. Gort and Luke had nearly been killed by a cloud of shrieking souls belched forth from the Dragon's central head. Unnatural lightning had caused Adam to falter in his cybernetic tracks. Amon and Balbaroy had been reduced to diving down and dragging critically wounded warriors to safety lest someone bleed to death or be caught in a blast they couldn't weather anymore.
Then there had been the gravest blow. Miraculously it had been the only loss the Shining Force suffered in the conflict, but it was loss enough to make the entire army of light tremble when the battle had ended. Max had climbed atop the Dark Dragon and plunged the Chaos Breaker into its neck, resealing the monster and bringing peace to Rune once more.
Peace, at the cost of his own life.
Mae had shouted herself hoarse at the cliffside to which the swordsman had teleported the Shining Force, getting them to safety at his own expense. She had screamed and screamed, helpless to do anything else as the Castle of the Ancients had shaken and rumbled its way down to the abyss of the ocean once more. As the mighty structure sank below the waves, she felt like she was back in Guardiana castle as her father was run through, helpless to do anything but watch as another person she cared about was taken from her. Anri felt similarly, and the fact that she could do little but lean on Mae, one of the few people she cared about who was left to her, was sign enough.
The Shining Force had won a great victory, but nobody felt like celebrating. Even Tao and Diane were unusually quiet, though that was, unknown to the rest of the Force, much more due to Alef warning them sharply to cool it for a while. When they had regrouped at headquarters, Mae had stepped up to take command of the Force for what little was left to do. With most of their foes dead or surrendered, reconstruction would soon be the order of the day, and it was a job Mae threw herself into gladly to forget the pain of loss once more. Nova, Mae, and Anri had all agreed. They would linger one month in Runefaust to make sure nothing was amiss, to make sure the kingdom wouldn't fall apart after they left or rebuild its armies and start the war over again. A single month would normally not be near the amount of time required for such a task, but most of the Runefaust army and government was just as glad to be rid of Darksol as Mae was...and even gladder that the war was finally over. No one wanted anything but to just go back to their peaceful lives before all this had happened.
Well, almost no one.
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Diane lied back in the bed, Amon resting gently against her. The feathered breasts of the skywarrior were gently pressing against the archer's, and Diane lost herself in both the feel of the soft mounds and the pleasant post-coital haze.
“We've got to stop doing this,” the birdwoman whispered to herself. Still, Diane's elf ears twitched and caught the words easily. She grinned. A month after the supposed 'one night' Amon said she needed to get Diane out of her system, the avian woman had spent almost every night sneaking out from the room she and her husband shared, and into Diane's own room, where the elven archer spent hours ravishing her in every way she could imagine. It was after a particularly long and hard fucking that Amon had just spoken, and Diane was a little surprised at the timing, though not too much. She had been wondering how long it would take before Amon started to realize that each night with her just made the bird-woman want her more. She had wondered how long it would take before Amon realized that her husband was beginning to suspect something was up, his normally unshakeable faith in his wife tested just a little too far by the constant late nights out, not to mention the lack of affection. Unless Balbaroy was having his own affair, Diane guessed that he hadn't had sex for the whole month, since she herself was having sex with his wife long into every night. Diane shifted a little in the bed, running a finger down Amon's spine.
“Oh, now, I don't think that's what you really want,” she replied knowingly, turning to look into Amon's eyes. “I think what you really want is to just abandon him all together to be mine.”
“That's...” Amon began to say. She was going to follow it up with 'ridiculous,' but the magic behind Diane's gaze went to work, as it always did, filling her mind with visions of forbidden pleasures that would open to her if she let the archer have her way. Truthfully, however, it wasn't needed; by this point, Amon wouldn't have been able to honestly deny Diane's assertion anyway. She shook her head. “...wrong. I still love Balbaroy, I just...There's something about you...”
Amon trailed off again, unable or unwilling to put the feelings that gaze awoke in her to words. Some part of her became dimly aware that she was not only trying and failing to convince Diane, she was also trying and failing to convince herself. She had loved Balbaroy faithfully for years... but did she anymore? She didn't dislike him, she knew that much; as a fellow soldier, she still had nothing but admiration for him. But every time she thought of submitting to his touch or being taken in his strong arms, something twitched inside her, and she felt repulsed. Muscular arms became feminine ones, sleek and smooth, skin replacing feathers as the mental image of Balbaroy in her mind became overwritten with one of Diane. The feeling of repulsion then vanished, to be replaced by raw desire.
Diane smiled lazily. “I know there's somethin' about me. That's why you're my bitch. My little birdy bitch. Deep know, you know only I can give you what you crave now,” Diane told her, stating a simple fact. Her hand snaked its way down Amon's spine to the curve of her ass and squeezed it. “If you weren't covered in feathers, I'd have to get some ink on you. Maybe a change of wardrobe instead...”
“No!” Amon squeaked as Diane's other hand went to her breast. “That would...that would be too much. Please, forget I said anything.”
“So you don't want to stop, then?” Diane asked, the hand on Amon's breast drifting towards her crotch. “You want to keep on being my little birdy bitch?”
“...yesssss,” Amon hissed, telling Diane what she already knew as the punk elf's finger slid into her pussy.
“You know, this sneaking around stuff is still fun, but not as fun as it was. Eventually I'm going to get tired of it, and claim you openly as my bird-bitch. Not a threat. Fact. And that day's not long off. It'll be better for you to accept that and be ready for it,” Diane warned. She smiled. “But not today. Today, I'll indulge you. If you indulge me.”
“...Again?” Amon asked, tired but excited at the prospect of more, as Diane shifted again on the bed, parting the avian warrior's legs and lowering her head between them. Diane smiled her lazy, cat-like smile.
“All this talk has made me hungry. And you should know, I always sate my appetite.”
Amon said no more words for a long time, gasps of pleasure filling the air as tongue slid along slit. Amon had came twice before Diane finally tired of it, arching her head back with a satisfied smile.
“We're not done yet either, bird-bitch. I've got a special su- Ah. That's them.” Diane grinned as the sound of knocking came at the door. The shameless elf stood, putting her tattooed body on full display for Amon as she walked over to the room's door and opened it. Amon recognized the faces on the other side of the doorway as the elves that she had seen with Diane a month before. Ilya and her mother. Both wore simple robes that opened in the front and ran from shoulder to feet, covering everything.
“We came as you asked, Mistress,” Ilya said, entering. Diane's smile grew broader.
“So you did. Close the door behind you. How's the good work progressing since last I checked up on you?” Diane asked. Ilya and her mother looked to one another with an excited smile at having good news to share with their beloved punk mistress.
“We've managed to lure twelve women into our bed since then!” Ilya's mother said with intense pride, and drew her arm around her daughter to give her a quick hug from the side.
Diane clicked her tongue.
“Hm. I guess it's not bad for rookies...but you'll have to do better in the future,” Diane told them. “That's only a woman every two nights. I've taken at least two a day, every day. Three if you count the bird-bitch here.”
“We're...we've been honing our skills, learning where to seek women, and...and getting used to this, Mistress! It has been difficult to rearrange our lives for our new life's work. But, but we're getting better, we swear!” Ilya said, eyes widening at Diane's displeasure. Her mother's lip trembled. The adult woman looked ready to break down into tears at failing to please her mistress.
Diane shook her head. “Well, it doesn't matter tonight. Amon?” Diane turned her head to face the bird-woman. “Which one do you want?”
“Excuse me?” Amon asked. Diane was wild, but she couldn't be asking her to...
“Ah hell, take'em both,” Diane said, waving a hand. “I'll supervise. I want you to fuck these two women. Girls, I want to see your progress. If I'm satisfied that your skills and enthusiasm are at the right place, that will be enough to make up for not taking as many women as I hoped you would. Show Amon what you've got!”
“Diane, this is going a bit far-” Amon's protests were halted when both women undid their robes and let them fall to the floor, revealing that they had not bothered to dress in anything underneath. The women smiled and advanced towards her. Diane snickered.
“Have fun, Amon!” Diane called, leaning back on the pillows and slipping a hand inside herself as she watched Ilya and her mother gently push a protesting Amon down to the bed.
The two looked at each other a moment, and a slow, sultry smile spread over their faces. They leaned in to kiss each other, then each took one of Amon's legs and straddled it, their backs to the birdwoman as they caressed her legs with their breasts, licking and sucking on the sharp talons that acted as her feet. While they did so, their own feet reached back and pressed at Amon's well-loved opening with surprising dexterity. The bird-woman squawked with sudden pleasure as she felt pleasant pressure on her nether lips, felt her clit being brushed against.
Then Diane crept forward. “Changed my mind,” she said. “I think I will join in after all.” The archer covered Amon's beak with her mouth for a moment before smothering her face with her breasts. Amon only lasted a little longer before reaching her first climax, but Diane and the girls kept at it for much longer. It was good practice, after all.
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“Morale is... slowly recovering,” Mae said, looking over the table to Anri and Nova. The three were holed up in their new headquarters, what had once been Runefaust Castle. Papers surrounded them, scattered over the huge map-table or in stacks against the walls. It had been a month since the victory of the Shining Force, but there seemed no shortage of work to do even outside of combat. They were trying to not only rebuild a city after all, but a kingdom! Two kingdoms in fact, as Anri used her magic to direct the reconstruction of Guardiana as well, while what remained of the Shining Force completed the pacification of their once sworn enemy.
“That's to be expected,” Anri sighed, looking over the papers. “Max was...dear to almost all of us. It's unfortunate about Adam, too...the fact that he still has not been sighted since that battle a month ago suggests the worst. Not to mention the sort of...shock, I suppose, of actually winning this war. How long did we fight, Mae? How long did we think this war would go on forever?”
“All wars end...thank the gods,” Nova put in. “But it will take time for everyone to fully grasp that. In a way, we can be grateful for all this reconstruction. It gives us all something to put our minds to while we slowly come out of the...well, I'd call it 'war-haze.'”
Mae stamped a hoof absentmindedly. “Be that as it may, I'm getting concerned. Some of us...Some of us aren't recovering as fast as others.”
“You're talking about Khris,”Anri said. It was not a question. The kyantol healer had been devastated in the wake of the final battle, and it had taken days for her to even talk to anyone.
“I am...” Mae bit her lip. “Ah... Nova, can you excuse us for a while? I think the conversation is about to turn to matters of a personal nature regarding Khris.”
“Certainly. We've finished going through the main agenda, anyway,” Nova said, gathering up an armload of the papers. “I'll send these work orders out at once, Your Majesty, and will see you on the morrow. Farewell.”
“Farewell,” Anri said, waiting for the elderly dragon-man to leave before turning back to Mae. “What was so personal that it couldn't be said in front of Nova?”
“About Khris,” Mae said, swallowing, “I... uh... think she was in love with Max.”
“What?” Anri's eyes widened. “You don't think...”
“She was the lover Alef mentioned? Maybe, maybe not. But I do know that I recognize that look she gets in her eyes when she talks about it. Whether or not she ever declared it, whether or not she ever had it returned...I do think she loved him.” Mae shook her head. “Imagine...imagine what it would be like if you lost me in that castle, or...if I lost you. That's what she's going through right now. That's why she's being so slow to come out of mourning.”
“I don't want to imagine those things,” Anri said, shuddering at the thought. “Perhaps I should speak with her? I hate to say it, but you and I might be the best ones to talk with her about it. Balbaroy and Amon's relationship has been...rocky, recently, Alef's advice might be...a little wild, for someone who was closely involved with the church, and no one else knows what it's like to find love in the middle of war.”
“I think that would be a good idea, Your High--Anri,” Mae amended. “You're better at words than I am, so you're the one that should speak.”
“Then that is what I will do,” Anri said, lightly touching her crown. “Go tell her that I want to speak with her. I'll wait in the library. It's nice and quiet there.”
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The library of Runefaust Castle was indeed quiet. Most of the mages that had once pored over its tomes were long slain in the fighting brought on by the mad king Ramladu, leaving only a handful of scholars that had no talent for war within. Of those scholars, most were currently employed elsewhere, putting their hoarded knowledge to work for their kingdom as they advised and guided repairs to buildings, fields, or even people. When Khris finally entered the hall of books, the only other two people there were Anri, quietly waiting in a chair by the window, and Alef, who was looking over spell-tomes far in the back, well out of earshot. Or at least, so Anri thought. The queen had made a rather obvious error in her haste to render aid to Khris, that being that Alef's hearing was nearly on par with that of an elf's. The fox-woman began listening intently the moment Khris approached the queen, though she did not look up from the book on dark magic spells which she held.
“You wanted to see me, Anri?” Khris asked. Anri looked up and nodded, gesturing to a seat facing her. The kyantol healer looked tired; there were dark circles under her eyes, which even now were red and blearly. She sat without complaint, though.
“Khris...” Anri paused, considering how to begin. “I wanted to talk with you about how you've been doing lately. Everyone's worried about you. You've hardly been sleeping, you've hardly been eating, you've hardly even been talking! We all...” Anri trailed off and shook her head. “Let me get straight to the point. I wanted to talk with you about Max.”
The reaction was immediate. The healer stiffened like sheet iron, her eyes immediately dropping from Anri's to look at the floor. The queen attempted to press on.
“Khris, there's no need to say anything. I know you cared for him, cared deeply. I want you just to listen for a while, all right?”
Khris said nothing, but nodded slightly after a few seconds had passed. Anri sighed with relief. “Max was a wonderful man, and everyone feels his loss. But he chose to make his sacrifice so that we could live on. His last words were, 'You won't die with me,' remember?”
“I remember,” Khris replied, her voice quaking. “I can't ever forget. That's why I'm like this.” Khris stifled a sob and Anri's face twisted in sympathy for the young woman. “Every time I try to sleep, I see him plunging that sword into the dragon. Every time I try to eat, I remember his smile. Every time...I try to forget, all the time we spent traveling with him just comes tumbling back!” Khris was crying openly now, tears streaming from her face. “I never even got to tell him how I felt! I never even had a chance to see...to see if maybe he could feel the way I feel about him! I want to hate him for that, I want to hate him for abandoning us, but he did it so we all could live! I can't even get mad! It's just...all that's left is loss!”
Anri stepped forward and offered her arms. Khris accepted them gratefully, hugging her war-comrade tightly, burying her face against her shoulder as she sobbed. For a long time, Anri just let her cry. Then she spoke.
“Khris, it's all right to grieve. We've all done our share of it in this war. But you can't let it overwhelm you like this. Max gave his life for you, so don't you think you should try to live it?”
“Have you ever been in love?” Khris returned, a note of bitterness in her voice. “When you lose it...it's like you lose your heart itself.”
“I have been,” Anri said, face solemn. “I've been blessed not to lose my lover in all this fighting, but I have lost my father. I know a little of love...I know a lot of loss. I know eventually things get better if you let them. I know...” Anri paused. “I know that maybe if I lost my love the way you lost yours, she would want me to go on. The same way I'm sure Max wants you to.”
Khris sniffed and wiped her eyes. “You really think so?” Anri smiled.
“Of course.”
Khris seemed to cheer up a little before a thought struck her. “...She?” Anri bit her lip.
“...Yes,” Anri said. “I'm...ah...in love with a woman.”
Khris' eyes widened. “A woman? But then...Wait, in the fighting, you said, so...” Khris paused. “It's another Force member?”
Anri nodded. “If you swear not to say anything, I'll tell you. Things aren't quite right yet where the Queen of Guardiana can admit she has taken a lover openly.” Khris nodded, and Anri continued. “It's...Mae.”
“You... and Mae?” Khris gasped.
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Unseen by the pair, Alef suppressed a chuckle. Thank the Dark that the heart to heart was over; things might get interesting now as the queen shared her secret with the pure-hearted priestess. Of course...of course, she could always give things a nudge, and see how they played out...Alef quietly reached for the Demon Rod beside her and summoned just a bit of its power.
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“Yes, me and Mae,” Anri whispered with the soft smile that was often on her lips when speaking of her knight. “We've been together for months now. Not a very conventional pairing, I know, but I love her with all my heart, and she loves me.”
“I'm happy for you,” Khris said, with a distant look. She began thinking of how lucky Mae and Anri were to have found each other in all this tragedy, and somewhere, something shifted inside her. Khris blinked as she began to consider how lucky Mae was to have Anri. She had never before realized how beautiful the queen was, how full her breasts were, how long and luxurious her hair was. Khris had known Anri was attractive, of course, but in that moment she began to understand why she was attractive...a slow heat began to grow within her as she considered what Anri might look like locked in the throes of passion, naked limbs grasping for purchase over sweat-drenched sheets. How would she sound, moaning Khris's name in pleasure? How...
“Khris? Are you all right?” Anri asked. Khris nodded immediately, snapping out of the strange stream of thoughts.
“I'm sorry Anri, my...my mind wandered,” Khris said, attempting to banish the strange new thoughts, and failing. She had long had fantasies about Max ravishing her, or making slow, sweet love to her, and now she began to consider what it would be like if, instead of the dashing swordsman, her partner was another woman instead? Khris inwardly slapped herself. Was her love so shallow she would discard it on the whim of a thought?
“Here,” Anri said, moving to embrace Khris again. “I think you need another hug.”
“Yes,” Khris agreed, voice a sharp staccato. Khris wrapped her arms around Anri again, and instead of crying this time, she breathed deeply and nestled her head in Anri's shoulder. The smell of her hair was enchanting. She could feel the queen's larger breasts press lightly against her own. She imagined how this embrace would feel when both of them were naked, tumbling on a bed. How would her mouth taste when she kissed her...the slow heat grew warmer and warmer, and Khris's hands started clutching Anri closer to her, pressing their bodies together. The queen frowned as the embrace began to grow into something more than just comforting. Quickly she pulled out of it, eyes wide.
“Khris?” she asked, looking over the healer. She was breathing fast, eyes unfocused. “What are you doing?”
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Alef smiled, and touched the Demon Rod again as she murmured to herself, “I think my good deed for the day will be getting Khris over Max. And if it so happens to make my own seduction of her easier in the future, well...”
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“I'm sorry!” Khris squeaked. “It's just...I started thinking of how lucky Mae is to have someone like you, and how lonely I was...I just...It's so cold by myself!” Khris stepped forward and put a hand on Anri's cheek. “You're so beautiful...It never really hit me before how beautiful you were. I usually can't stop thinking about Max, but when I think about you...then I do.” Khris gently nestled herself against Anri again, the queen too stunned to do much. “Please...I know it's crazy...but just for tonight, at least, let me stay with you. Let me feel what it is to be loved.”
In Anri's mind, two thoughts kept circling in her head. The first was, remembering from their experience with Alef and Tao, that Mae had a thing for watching her fuck other women. The second was that a good fuck might be exactly what Khris needed to get back to normal. She couldn't know that the second thought was thanks mostly (though not entirely) to the influence of Alef, who pretended to still be absorbed in her books. When Khris leaned up to kiss her again, Anri met her lips fully and held her gently, her mind made up.
“All right, but not alone,” Anri replied. Khris looked at her, confused. She smiled. “Meet me in my chambers in ten minutes.”
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As Khris and Anri left rather hurriedly, Alef yawned lazily and closed the book in her hands. Though she had pretended to be too absorbed by it to take notice of Anri and Khris's discussion, it was no pretense that she had read it from cover to cover during the time of their conversation. With each passing day, her mind had been sharpening beyond what any mortal was capable of, and she had by now read nearly every tome of arcane power within this library. Her mind and body were by now practically overflowing with the knowledge and power of magics beyond any she could have conceived of before the war.
Alef looked thoughtfull at the Demon Rod. This would probably be the last good thing she would do for a while. It might even be the last good act she would ever do again. Almost certainly it would be the only good thing her Rod would ever do. It was interesting to think about, this turning point, but it did not bother her. She allowed herself a satisfied grin at the thought of Anri initiating Khris into the growing number of lesbians in the Force, then grabbed her Rod and went off to find Tao.
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“Welcome to the queen's private chambers, Khris,” Mae greeted her, as she opened the door for the kyantol maid. Mae just wore the loose shirt she preferred to wear in private, and Khris moved her head slightly to see that Anri was waiting on what looked like a giant cushion in the middle of the room. She was wearing a simple silk robe that looked much different than the regal robes she wore while officiating matters of state, or the functional mage robes she wore in battle. This robe looked like it was made with only comfort and ease of donning or undonning in mind. Mae noticed the look and followed Khris' gaze.
“We replaced the bed a while ago,” Mae explained, looking at the cushion. “It could barely accommodate a centaur's weight, and it certainly could not handle...well, a centaur's strength, let's say. This is the sort of bed that well-to-do centaurs use, and Anri seems to have no complaints, so I suppose it functions well enough for bipeds.”
“Mae, dear, I don't think a lesson in logistics is what Khris asked of us,” Anri called from the cushion bed, lounging back with a grin of anticipation on her face. “I think she wanted us for something else.”
Khris gulped and entered the room, allowing Mae to close the door behind her. Now that a few minutes had passed since she had the strange spell of physical desire cast upon her, her timid nature was beginning to reassert itself. She was entering the queen's bedchamber, and about to have sex with the queen herself, who was not only another woman, but a human to boot! And the queen's bodyguard was going to join them! Khris slowly began to step towards the bed, walking as if in a dream, while Mae locked the door and trotted over next to the bed, crossing her arms and smiling.
“She'd never admit it to anyone but me, but Mae likes to watch,” Anri explained, gesturing to Khris, who was still making her way to the bed. “Come along, now. We're going to give her a show before she deigns to join us.”
“But... I...” Khris hesitated as she reached the cushion's edge. Anri made a motion, and Mae moved behind Khris, gently helping the healer peel off her clothes.
When the last of her garments had been discarded, both Mae and Anri took a moment to appraise their joint conquest. Khris had a petite figure, small breasts, remarkably thin limbs, but she was pleasantly shaped, and had no disfigurements. Anri thought her pretty, and Mae thought her cute, and both thought her attractive in a new and pleasing way.
Anri smiled again, and opened her robe, shrugging the garment off. Khris gasped, little more than a squeak from her mouth as she let her eyes roam the body of the queen of Guardiana. Khris knew she was at least pretty, but Anri was gorgeous! Large, full breasts. A shapely, curved ass, slender, delicate limbs...Khris licked her lips again as every second she spent looking the royal woman caused her mind to run wild. Alef's seed of desire fully took root in Khris' mind, growing and growing as Khris slowly climbed onto the cushion, towards Anri.
“Well, Khris?” Anri asked, coyly, running her hand down her body. “I'll let you be the queen for a little bit. What do YOU want to do? What do you want to do to ME?”
“I want to lick you all over,” Khris said, almost in a daze as she reached for Anri and lightly ran her hands over her naked body, almost unwilling to believe a queen was letting her touch her in such a way. She looked at Anri's breasts, fixated. She suddenly wanted to grab those smooth globes and fit them to her mouth, more than anything else. “I want...I want to suck on your breasts...I want to feel you all over. I want to taste your p...pussy.” Khris' eyes nearly glazed over. “And...and I want it right now!”
Anri threw back her head and uttered a throaty moan as Khris nearly pounced on top of her, her elongated mouth closing on one breast and sucking it gently as the other hand fondled and squeezed the other. “Yessss...” Anri moaned as Khris sucked a little harder, pinching and tweaking her other nipple while letting her tongue flick over the first. Images and acts were flowing nonstop into Khris' brain. She didn't know where they were coming from, but she suddenly wanted to try all of them with Anri. She had never considered how to pleasure a woman before, but now a river of information was flowing through her mind, and she did not care what the source was so long as the flow did not stop. Anri, for her part, was amazed at the apparent instinctual skill Khris was showing in pleasing her. She needed almost no guidance whatsoever, her mouth steadily working on one breast only to switch to the other at just the right moment while her hand creeped downward and slowly entered her most intimate area.
Mae smiled as she watched her lover allow another to explore her body. She felt tingles of desire all over, and she pressed her rear against a nearby wall to provide some measure of release while she waited. She had her shirt off just a few seconds into the lovemaking, and her hands were busy at her breasts even as she watched Khris break her innocence on Anri's. The long kyantol mouth sucking and sucking, then rolling out a light ribbon of pink to lick and tease...Mmmm. If Mae didn't know any better, she'd think Khris had done this before. She was apparently a natural at woman on woman love. Mae pressed her vagina against the cold stone of the wall again, and a short grunt escaped her lips. She was going to look forward to her turn, to feeling that tongue replace cold stone, those delicate hands grabbing her toned, muscular body instead of the soft, completely feminine one of her partner. For now, though, she only watched and smiled as the fire of her lust was steadily stoked.
Anri was louder this time when she let out a long groan, Khris' mouth on her neck as one hand plunged into her vagina, the other grasping her flawless ass with abandon. “Khrissss!” she shouted. “KHRISSSS!”
“Someone will hear!” Mae hissed, the spell of desire on her temporarily beaten back by her ever present good sense. “Please, Your Majesty...”
“Don't care...don't care!” Anri moaned. “Mae...Oh, Mae, it's soooo gooood...”
Khris was apparently oblivious to the flattery, so focused was she on Anri's body. Her fingers drew out from Anri's depths as she lowered her head to her entrance and lightly began licking. Mae's eyes flared as a sudden idea came to her.
“Khris, move around so that your pussy is above Anri's face while you do that...yes...” Mae smiled. “Anri, if you can't keep quiet...we'll just have to find some other use for your mouth.”
Anri didn't respond, her mouth already latched onto Khris's soaked nether lips, kissing them passionately as her hands grasped Khris's small ass firmly, pushing her lips harder, her tongue deeper into the kyantol's depths. Both women shifted, writhed, sighed, and groaned under each other's oral touch, their bodies sliding against one another in the throes of passion. While Khris reveled in the smooth, soft skin of the queen, Anri found herself luxuriating in the feel of equally soft, short fur brushing against her body. It was similar to Mae's coat, but at the same time wholly different, and she loved it!
Mae bit her lip as she brushed herself harder and harder against the wall, wishing with all her soul she'd thought to have set up a toy to pleasure herself with while she watched. It was agony to wait and watch, but it was delicious, blissful agony. Still, Mae was glad she didn't have to wait much longer.
Anri came first, followed soon after by Khris, who let out a loud shriek of joy as she had the greatest orgasm she had ever known, the first caused by another woman's touch. Anri looked over, half-lost in the afterglow of sex, and motioned to Mae.
“Come over here, Mae...” the queen said, smiling. She made a motion, and her staff floated to her hand from its waiting place across the room. “I've got something to reward your patience with.”
Mae's heart raced as she trotted forward and took position near her lover, Anri immediately bringing the smooth sapphire-topped staff end to Mae's waiting entrance and pushing. Mae almost screamed then and there, but she kept silent except for a soft, uncharacteristic squeak as Anri began to move the staff in and out of her.
Not one to be left out of the fun, Khris recovered quickly and began exploring Anri once more, kissing and caressing her almost wildly. Anri paused a moment to return a particularly passionate kiss aimed for her mouth, then guided the kyantol healer to a new position. Khris pressed her needy pussy against Anri's and begin to grind against her, scissoring her hard as both women let their mouths join and hands explore. Anri let go of her staff in order to better fondle and massage Khris's smaller chest with both hands. Mae was about to complain, when the staff started pumping into her of its own accord. Anri took a moment to look back and wink, Mae remembering all too well the skill the mage had in wielding the staff telekinetically in combat.
When all three partners were finally exhausted, they collapsed into one another's arms on the great pile of cushions. Khris was cuddled up to Anri, who held her close, while Mae draped a hand over Anri herself, all three breathing softly as sleep claimed them. Khris had no more nightmares that night, only a deep, pleasant sleep.
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It was only a week later when the last treaty was signed, the last stone laid, and the final minister instated in the new government of the nation formerly known as Runefaust, a nation now known as Protectoria. Many of the new nation's leaders were members of Runefaust's former government who had quietly opposed the war, and a few were former government officials who had openly protested the war and managed to avoid execution for doing so. Most of Protectoria's ruling body, though, had been taken from the more educated or influential of Runefaust's citizens who had shown an interest and aptitude in remaking the nation into one they could once again loved.
Queen Anri was very pleased that a majority of these new leaders were women. Runefaust had been a strongly male-dominated country and government, and she saw this as a promising step away from its dark history and toward a new society and a new mindset. She did not see how many of these new female rulers gazed adoringly at Diane during the governmental commencement ceremony.
A ship was chartered to return the members of the Shining Force to where they had originally come, and tearful goodbyes were had between friends and comrade. Of course Anri herself was going back to Guardiana, as were Mae, Ken, Lowe, Luke, Hans, Gort, Gong, and Tao. It was no surprise that Alef, though not from Guardiana, would be returning with them, given her relationship with Tao. What was a surprise was that Diane would also be joining them...as well as Khris. Balbaroy had stated with full conviction that he and his wife would go to Bustoke, but Amon had looked away when he said that...and Anri had a suspicion that her decision wasn't final yet.
Hanzou had disappeared without a word, leaving only a note behind that said, “Until I am needed again.” Adam was still missing. Torasu had cheerfully hugged everyone one last time, and returned to Prompt by himself, surprised his fellow Promptian Alef had opted to travel abroad instead of returning. Arthur, Vankar, and Pelle were intending to take the boat as far as Uranbatol, and find work as mercenaries there.
“They'll need help guarding the Pao Caravan in the wake of all the fighting!” Pelle said, cheerfully. “We'll call ourselves the Three Lancers!” Earnest had immediately observed that it was a stupid name, and Anri left them to their argument.
It was a melancholy moment to see everyone slowly returning home or traveling on without the people who had been their companions for so long. There was no time to dwell on the past, however. The future beckoned, and as Mae trotted up to her side and put an arm around her waist, that future looked like something to look forward to. The ship was almost ready. The next day they would start the long journey home.
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