A Hard Choice and Two Easy Ones

4/28 Evening

*So,* I silently texted, *you can both see rituals now, right? If you can’t, try asking for missions.*

*Yes* came from Drusilla; Darcell just nodded.

*Tits for Tat is the new one for today. I’m not sure how I feel about it. I’m not going to do it myself obviously, and I want to know what you two think of it.*

Darcell blushed and looked at me like I’d gone mad. It was adorable to see her so flustered. Drusilla seemed thoughtful. *Any idea what these Waters of Lethe are supposed to do?* Right. That was a reference from my world. It didn’t mean anything to them.

*From what I know? Something to do with erasing memories.*

Her eyes lit up at that. *Oh? That sounds very useful. We have a use for it already actually.*

“Wait,” I blurted out loud. “We do?”

Drusilla rolled her eyes, and pointedly wrote down her response. *Yes. Several people who think of us as enemy combatants based entirely on their last few minutes of memories.* Shit, why didn’t I think of that? *Furthermore I’m sure we would like a bit more security while traveling through these lands? The good Watcher might save all our lives in the right context. Darcell seems unenthusiastic, but I have traded on my looks in the past. If I’m lucky, I can use my hand and he will escort us to our destination. Simple.*

She wasn’t wrong. It was all very logical. I still didn’t like it, but it was a totally sound plan. We’d get a lot out of it. “Alright,” I whispered, “but you touch him, not the other way around, and I don’t want to hear about it.”

“Oh?” She leaned in, “Jealous? I’m sure Darcell can keep you company. Or we could arrange for a threesome with him and you both, if that would be better?” She was only half joking. The idea was only very slightly more palatable than her going off and actually fucking the guy, but I could tell that she meant it as a compromise.

“No. Just keep it discrete and don’t give him the wrong idea. You’re mine.” Maybe I’d get more blase about it when I had a lot more ladies in my retinue, but for now I didn’t want to think about it anymore. To be extra sure she didn’t enjoy it, I went into her necklace settings and gave a new disobedience trigger. “Sexual contact with another man” was paired with emotional numbness. She could go and clinically jack him off, that was all that was required. Drusilla got up and walked to his table with a deliberate sway in her step.

I headed upstairs to our room with Darcell. I wanted to keep myself busy. “Darcell. You should practice some more.” She eagerly got on her knees and started unlacing my pants.

“Thank you for the opportunity sir. I’ve been wanting to all day.” As my cock sprang out, she leaned in and inhaled my musk before licking her way up the shaft. “Mmmmm. That’s what I want.” I knew it was mostly performative, but damn if it wasn’t hot. She was actively trying to improve her skills, so she was constantly experimenting to see what would work. I’m certain she was keeping track of how I responded to everything.

She sucked with single minded focus, absolutely dedicated to my pleasure. It was a slice of heaven, and when I came in her mouth she was more prepared, but still had difficulty swallowing it all. “That was excellent. You’re really improving already.”

She preened with the praise, “is there anything else I can do for you, sir?”

“No.” I took hold of my amulet and smiled. “I think I’m going to go and welcome our newest member into the fold.” Darcell was a bit surprised when I substantially bulked up and my face changed, and very surprised when I vanished.

••••••••••

Annetta had difficulty explaining to Marshal McBride that she wanted to leave. It was sudden from his perspective, she knew, and he had been so kind to her. It felt like abandoning the Abbey, but she knew that they would be fine without her as long as they had some other priest as a replacement. She’d already sent a letter explaining her desire to become a wandering priestess to the Grand Cathedral in Stormwind. Hopefully someone would be sent to relieve her soon.

She just couldn’t focus on her duties here anymore, not to the degree she used to. Not to the degree these fine people deserved. Her mind was cluttered with longing, restlessness, and lust. It had taken a while for her to realize, but she had been led here exclusively to meet Erich. She should be with him, supporting him. Nothing else would explain the fog that had fallen over her mind.

She had duties that kept her here, for now. People came in every week with terrible injuries, and Brother Sammuel was barely passable as a healer. He was a good man, but to him the light was a sword and shield, not a salve.

She had heard that Lady Auffrey was considering forming a team to take a more proactive stance against the kobolds and gnolls of Elwynn, and was surprised when that had also seemed appealing. Perhaps it wasn’t purely Erich she wanted to join; perhaps a part of her was just swept up in his energy. Auffrey, probably through her interactions with Erich, was developing some of that same energy, that desire to save the world. Plus she was so very pretty.

When Anetta reached her room for the evening, she found a package for Erich. His vestments were completed; lovely robes that would advertise him as a holy priest to anyone in need of aid. More importantly, they were woven with special techniques that would channel ambient mana into him, and layered to provide a bit of protection and padding against weapons. If he had been more patient, he could have left with all the honors he deserved.

She stripped and settled onto her cot to begin what was quickly becoming a nightly ritual. She had never been a frequent masturbator before, but the additional energy coursing through her body needed a release mechanism. She touched herself lightly at first, with her eyes closed tight.She imagined the scene she wanted, laying with her former student in some camp bed somewhere, kissing him and helping him to undress. In her fantasy, she’d spent the whole day without underwear so that she could easily remove her robe and be instantly ready for him. She would press against him, skin to skin, enjoying his proximity. She heard his voice, asking if they were alone. She responded in the affirmative; her mind sometimes wandered when she fantasized, and the nod to propriety made the whole thing feel more real.

She continued to tease herself until she felt a presence in her room. For some reason she didn’t feel the slightest bit of panic as she opened her eyes to see Erich, quite naked, standing over her cot. He was as handsome as the last time she’d seen him, and he was erect. His cock was as beautiful as she’d imagined, not excessively big but certainly not too small. She caught herself staring at him as he leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly. She’d been so pent up she had forgotten how much better the touch of another could be than her own

The busy blonde priestess thrust her chest out as she transferred her hands to Erich’s well muscled chest. She mumbled something; “need you,” was the gist of it. It was true, too. All of her lust surged forward; nothing would do except to make love to this man. He climbed onto her cot with her, and pressed down. He was heavy, but when he started thrusting into her, a dam broke and she simply didn’t care about anything else anymore.

Anetta had looked for a place for herself all her life. Northshire Abbey had seemed to be that place for a time, but no. Her place was here, under Erich, receiving his cock. Anything to help him grow, anything to aid his goals, anything at all, she would do for this man.

She wondered if he would be willing to marry her, but that seemed silly the moment she thought it. Anetta was a peasant girl, and Erich was a noble. He should marry Auffrey instead; somehow the blonde priestess hoped that she’d be allowed to serve one or both of them in their marriage bed. It was so dirty to fantasize herself into the position of mistress, and she was surprised that she wanted it so badly. She came harder than she ever had by imagining herself pleasuring Lady Auffrey while Erich fucked her. Not made love, fucked.

She howled out her pleasure. She didn’t care if anyone heard. A part of her wanted her neighbors to come and see her finding fulfillment. She’d be mortified at how far her fantasies had gone once she wasn’t in the throes of passion, but right now every part of her being was lust. Erich came inside of her, and the idea of carrying his baby felt like an honor he might bestow; she relished the idea she might be pregnant.

•••

“Thank you. Thank you; I needed that. I’ve been so pent up all week.” Annetta was babbling a bit as I shifted onto my side to stop crushing her, though she followed so as to stay impaled on my cock. She wrapped her arms around me and clung.

“Damn. I can tell. Don’t worry. Once you are out of here, we can do that more often. I’ll come visit when I can, but we are both busy, right?” She nuzzled into my chest.

“How long can you stay?”

“I’m afraid not long. I’ll be heading back in just a few.”

“Please don’t. Stay until I fall asleep at least?”

“Yeah. I can do that, Anetta. We can talk more next time I come over. There’s stuff I have to tell you about now that you’re ready.”

She mumbled something affirmative, but seemed to want to just enjoy my presence. I didn’t spoil the moment.