113. Doldrums
The sobbing eventually stops, the crumbling of the oread's body slowing, then halting completely. You still have no idea what happened, or why, and the oread's unique communication method makes finding out somewhat difficult. It gets quieter too, as the damage slows, until it's once more silent and stoic.
It still follows you though, nearly obsessively. When you mentioned that you can fix it, with a truly insane amount of stone, it moved so quickly to your side you felt a wave from the displaced air, and she hasn't left your side since.
For two days.
You've found it distressingly hard to sleep with her staring at you.
“Red, come on.”
Amanda's voice rouses you from the near stupor you've slipped into, just in time to stop you from face planting into your stew.
“Wha..?”
You have no idea what was said.
“You have no idea what I said, do you?”
The redhead sighs, but smiles at you.
“You're obviously knackered. And that's no good for anyone. Come back to my room, sleep in my bed for the afternoon, ad I'll keep the mean scary oread from disturbing you.”
You snort, before a memory of a scream makes you shudder.
“It's not...” you begin to defend yourself, but stop half way through. You really are very tired.
“Alright. Thank you, Amanda.”
She smiles again, softly, and follows you down the stairs to the jail cell that she's still sleeping in. The oread follows you too, but thankfully, when Amanda puts a hand against it's chest just outside the door, it halts, it's blank face turning towards her.
“He'll be right here. He'll be fine. But he needs sleep. You can wait out here for him to wake up.”
“Uh... I would rather not be followed when I'm awake too?” you voice your objections to this plan, but Amanda mimes shutting your mouth with her spare hand.
“You get in too much trouble. Having a capable defender during the day is probably a good thing.”
You open your mouth again but... she's not wrong, and the Oread, when it's not screaming at you in agony, is not objectionable company.
The oread turns to look at you, then seems to make a decision, turning around and planting herself just next to the door. Outside the room.
You breath a sigh of relief and Amanda nods.
“Thank you.”
Then she follows you in, shuts the door and pulls the heavy furs over it, blocking the oread from sight.
There's a small table and chair to one side of the room now, undoubtedly made by one of the kobolds, and Amanda moves to sit while gesturing you onto the bed.
“I'm afraid that necromancers don't really have any spells to help you rest, but I'll be right here if you need anything. I'll wake you in a couple of hours so you can still sleep tonight, ok?”
You nod, slightly disappointed that she's not sharing the bed with you... but then, she hasn't had two sleepless nights.
And without the oread hovering over you, the full exhaustion of the last few days hits you, and you're asleep almost before you close your eyes.
Your dreams are filled with buzzing wings and envelopes, crying children and apples.
But at least it's sleep.
Your wakeup comes from nowhere, your mind struggling to drag itself back to wakefulness as a delicate hand shakes your shoulder.
“Bwuh?”
You force one eye open, and then the other. There's something big and white in front of you. You blink, trying to focus. A quiet laugh sounds, and your mind starts connecting the dots as Amanda's voice sounds.
“You were very insistent about not waking up earlier, so I left you to it. You've been asleep for about eight hours, and I now require the use of my bed.”
Big pale thing... slightly red at the top... nice smell... Amanda's voice
Your brain finally starts functioning as Amanda's nude body presses itself against you, pushing against you with enough force to shift you to one side of the bed as she slips under your arm to lie with her back against your chest. Which, totally coincidently, means her ass is pushed against your crotch as your body does it's normal wakeup routine of making sure everything is functioning correctly.
Another soft laugh as your cock emerges, rapidly hardening as it pushes between her ass-cheeks. She pushes back against you again, trapping your shaft firmly between your stomach and her butt.
“Oh dear,” she whispers. “I do hope that's nothing to do with me. It would be terrible if my presence had caused a resurgence of such a terrible curse.”
She shifts, the wonderfully soft pressure on your cock doing wonders for your wakefulness.
“A... significantly more terrible curse than it used to be.”
You snort, mussing her hair with your breath.
“And if I told you that yes, it was all your fault?”
She shifts again, then keeps moving, gently moving her hips up and down, still whispering.
“Well, I'm not nearly so naive as I used to be you know? I've received a very thorough education on such topics from some friends of mine. But I'm still the same kind soul as before, so I suppose I'd offer to help remove the curse again... only this time I'd be a lot better at it.”
“Is that so?”
She hasn't stopped her movement. She nods.
“Mhmm! I've learnt all sorts of interesting, new, cutting edge curse removal techniques. I can use my hands of course, but everyone knows that one. I know how to use my voice, and how to use my mouth which are two very different techniques let me tell you. I have a magical ring that lets me take the power of a curse into me, letting it, mm, ravage my body to relieve the curse. I have a... second magic ring that needs a bit more skill to use, but can be useful on occasion. I would say I can use almost any part of me now. And that's just part of it!”
You can't help but laugh, and her slow movements stop.
“Don't laugh at me! And keep it down! The oread still thinks you're sleeping.”
There's a laugh in her voice too.
“Right, right sorry.” You cough, and follow up on the bait she set out, dropping your own voice to a whisper.
“Is it? What are the other parts?”
“You're still laughing at me. This is serious business!”
Her hips start to move again.
“There's the preparation of the ritual area of course. Sometimes it's OK to do a slapdash curse lifting outside, there's a, hmm, certain appeal to it, but a good set up can make things much easier for everyone. You have to decide if you need any extra curse removal experts, that can make things much better, but sometimes you want a curse all to yourself. There's the preparation of the ritual robes, or lack thereof. There's the choice of what you do with the curse's essence – some people don't think it through at all and have to make a decision almost too late, which can make an inexperienced curse remover choke.”
You chuckle at the pun and her hips slow, but don't stop.
“Some people like to take it into themselves, but sometimes that's dangerous. Some people like to imbibe it which...” she shivers against you, “can be fun too. Some people waste it, letting it go all over the floor to clean up later. But personally, I've discovered a liking to... let it expel it's power all over me.”
Her hips speed up and you can smell her arousal. Hear it too, as she gasps, one of her hands ghosting over her pussy.
“All over my face. My tongue. My... my tits.”
“Don't you mean your 'curse removal orbs'?”
Her hips stop, and she rolls over in your arms. Your cock rests on her stomach, heavy and hot. A drop of pre falls onto her pale skin.
“No sir. My tits.”
You laugh, and she pouts, but you lean in and press a kiss against her lips, your tongue dancing with hers she she deepens it. Her hands reach down and ghost over your cock, barely touching it as her dextrous fingers play with you, smearing precum over your shaft. You moan, and then she bites your tongue, gently trapping it between her teeth for a moment. The bite ends almost immediately and transitions into a gentle pressure as she sucks on your tongue, and her hands finally make firm contact with your cock, both hands wrapping around the base of your shaft, forming a ring of warm flesh that pumps up and down with languid strokes.
You reach one of your own hands down, the result of several levels of dexterity improvements and evolving your form, but stop when Amanda shakes her head.
“We can do me later. You got two in you?”
You grunt, and nod as a fresh wave of pleasure washes over you.
“Then just relax, and cum on my tits.”
You laugh again, the dichotomy of her roleplay and words getting to you, but do as she suggests, relaxing as her hands pick up speed.
After a minute of this, Amanda shifts in your arms and wriggles downward, depriving you of a view of the cute faces she was making, but you can't find it in you to complain as her tongue drags up the underside of your cock.
You bend your neck to look down at her, your view of her face mostly obscured by her still pumping hands, and your cock. Another lick, and you watch as she pauses at the tip, a determined expression on her face, before her lips wrap around your flesh.
Her hands speed up again, as she works to last inch or two of your cock in her mouth, her tongue flailing around your tip, and you feel yourself getting close. You warn her, and she stops her sucking, much to your disappointment, to wriggle up slightly, but her hands speed up even more, until, with a soft grunt, your cock spasms as the first rope of cum spurts out.
Amanda's hands don't stop pumping she she directs your bucking cock at her chest covering her apple sized tits in cum. The fact that both of you are lying on your sides makes your cum swing down across both her breasts.
“Oh fuck yeah sir. Fucking paint me with your cum, cum all over my fucking tits like you own me!”
Finally you're done, and Amanda sits up, producing a small handheld mirror and examining herself. After a few seconds she nods.
“Now I want you to fuck me like a dog, and when you're about to cum tell me. I want your cum on my face too.”
You're not going to turn down an offer like that, so you shift as Amanda gets onto all fours.
As you line up your cock with her pussy, streams of her arousal down her thighs, you ask her “Where did this come from? It's unlike you to act so... forceful.”
You push into her, hearing her gasp, and having no issues immediately sheathing half your length in her.
“And the cum thing... that's new right?”
She nods, then groans as you start to move.
“Last night. Sand, the gobliness, I saw her leaving the goblin village. Had cum all over her. She looked so fucking hot. She saw me, didn't even slow down. Winked, licked her lips, went to wash. I came back here, finger fucked myself for an hour. The goblins, they're just like short people. She looked so sexy. So confident.”
Your thrusts speed up, and Amanda's ability to talk apparently suffers.
“Wanted that. Idea of it, so fucking hot. When we met, woke up in town, covered in cum. Scary then, but looking back, so fucking hot. Your cum, all over me. F-fuck!”
Her pussy clamps around you as she cums, her limbs shaking. You reach forward and grab her hair, pulling her back into an arch that sticks her tits out.
You know, to stop them rubbing on the sheets.
Amanda moans as you pull on her hair, then her story continues as you slow your pace slightly as she recovers.
“One part being owned, one part people seeing that. Haven't been able to think about anything else since.”
You laugh a little, and start slamming your hips into hers. She squeals at the sudden sensation, cumming again within seconds as you grind your hips together, before you start to feel your own end coming.
“Fuck I'm going to cum.”
“On my face!”
You pull out of her and she spins around, taking you into her mouth. You keep thrusting, hitting the back of her throat, pulling back at the last second as your second orgasm of the night slams into you.
A thick line of cum hits Amanda on the face and she shuts her eyes, pumping your cock with her hands.
It's at this point you see the oread, about eight inches away from you, watching with the same impassive stare as always.
“HOLY SHIT!”
“What?”
You jump, Amanda flinches as the sudden the sound and noise shocks her out of her fantasy, and you're forced to watch as the single largest unbroken jet of cum you've ever produced, forced out of you in shock, hits the oread, right across the stone bumps that ape breasts.
You freeze, Amanda opens her eyes.
“HOLY SHIT!”
“I KNOW!”
Amanda is coated in cum, your second load being significantly larger than the first, her face plastered in it.
The oread , very slowly, turns and looks down at itself. Then it looks back up at you.
Your life flashes in front of your eyes. It's longer than you expected.
After several seconds of silence, where you and Amanda were both frozen like two children who just got caught doing something they shouldn't be, she lets go of your cock.
It slowly dawns on the two of you that you're not dead.
The oread stares at you. Cum drips down its cleavage. It makes no movement to wipe it away.
“I guess... I did say it could follow you when you woke up.” Amanda says in a slightly stunned voice.
You laugh, and sit down on suddenly shaky legs.
Amanda laughs too, grabs a rag, and wipes the oread down. It makes no acknowledgement of this action.
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