The Accidental Necromancer
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In the morning there was still no sign of the slime demon. I had an uneasy feeling about it. She showed every sign of clinging to me like glue – not literally, although I wouldn’t put it past her – and then, not long after she found the gate and knew the secrets I was trying to protect, she skedaddled. There just wasn’t much I could do about it.

It was possible she’d gone upstairs, although Valeria didn’t think so. If so, she might have died that way and possibly left no trace. I had warned her. If that was what happened, then the secret of the gate was safe.

I hoped that hadn’t happened, which was interesting.

I made some coffee. The next step was to talk to Xyla, so I walked outside and revved up the line trimmer. It always felt rude to summon her that way, but she wandered about the forest most of the time, and realistically I could look for her all day without finding her. A squirrel scampered off. I gave the zombies their orders and then sat down in the zero gravity chair and sipped from my mug. It had a picture of the Shadow, the 30’s pulp hero, on it, which seemed strangely out of place in Amaranth. Maybe it should be my upstairs mug, but I liked it. Gren and Valeria were whispering inside about something or other, so I was alone and enjoying the mixture of java and the fresh forest air.

Green hands suddenly covered my eyes. “Guess who!” said a very familiar voice, an octave lower than usual.

“Hello, Xyla,” I said.

“Aw,” she said. “What gave it away?”

“Well,” I said, picking one choice of many, “Everyone else is on high alert, I doubt they’d be covering my eyes.”

Xyla moved around to me, climbed up onto the chair, and straddled me. The leaves that covered her green breasts seemed particularly scanty today. “Oh. That. What’s the fuss?”

“Lesseth seems to have escaped. We can’t find any trace of her.”

 “I told you,” she said. “There’s not much I can do about her. If you called me over to ask if I’d noticed a puddle wandering through the forest, the answer is no, but I wouldn’t expect to. Slime demons are pretty quiet when they want to be. On the other hand, if you called me because you realize that a beautiful green dryad has needs, and that you’re just the one to satisfy them, well, you might have something there.” She started grinding her crotch against mine, and naturally a few things came to life inside my dress.

There wasn’t anything I could do about the Lesseth problem. “Let’s go to the bower,” I said, referring to the spot where we’d made love the first time. “I don’t want to be out here having sex in front of everyone.”

“Oh, sex?” Xyla said, all wide-eyed innocence. “I was referring to chocolate. But I suppose I have time for the other.”

She got off me, though, and we walked through the forest. Kathy and Talos still weren’t back, so they were having a late morning of it, but that was none of my business.

We got to the bower, and I asked, “Chocolate first, or chocolate after?”

“Oh, chocolate after. Always save the best for last. Why do you wear so many clothes, Abby? You know they just have to come off.”

Hmf. I took off my dress. I only had panties on underneath it. “We have a saying. Life is short, eat dessert first.”

Xyla licked her lips and looked at my crotch. “In which case, chocolate is still second.”

Well, that was better.

The panties didn’t stay on, and neither did Xyla’s tiny leaves, and neither of us were in a particular hurry to get to the chocolate. She fingered me while she sucked on me, and then that turned into 69, which segued into doggie style, and then to cowgirl. I wondered what it would be like to have someone or something in my pussy while I fucked her, and when I mentioned it she twisted around into reverse cowgirl and stuffed my pussy with her fingers again.

“Oh my god, that’s amazing,” I told her.

“It is,” she agreed. “Just relax, Abby.”

She quit bouncing on me, which helped. I could tell she was making me feel more and more full.

“How many fingers is that?” I asked, because I wasn’t sure I could take any more.

“Five. I’ve run out. Although I could try to –”

I shuddered, first from a little fright, and then from her turning her hand just right. When I came my pussy squeezed her fist, which just made my orgasm go on and the feeling of fullness that much more intense. But my cock didn’t spurt, which was weird in its own way. It was a completely female orgasm, even though my cock was buried deep inside Xyla’s pussy.

She turned around to face me again, and sucked her fingers off while rubbing her clit with her other hand and sliding up and down on my cock. It was the sexiest thing, and I got to feel her cum around me.

It still wasn’t time for chocolate though. I rolled her over and pounded her until she came again, and when her pussy clamped down on my dick, I exploded as well.

After all, it was good for the forest.

Then we cuddled. I almost forgot about the chocolate, and maybe she had, too. Both forgetting about chocolate and being patient both seemed a little out of character for her, so I couldn’t be sure which it was. I reached into the bag of holding and pulled out a bar of the fine German chocolate, and handed it to her. I’d have to see how she liked truffles and such at some point, but I knew she liked the pure stuff.

She opened the bar and bit off a square. “Almost better than sex.”

“I’ll take that,” I said. Almost, huh? Maybe the 20% from Sexual Satisfaction made a difference, but I vaguely remembered her saying something like that before I’d leveled up. It was just the sort of thing Xyla said.

Her eyes closed as she savored the taste.

I let her have her bliss.

Unfortunately, my mind went back to the slime demon problem. I still didn’t know what we could do about it.

“You’re distracted,” Xyla said. “You aren’t having any chocolate, and you aren’t even staring at my tits.”

“I’m thinking about Lesseth.”

“Thinking about another woman already?” she teased.

“It’s not that.”

She giggled. “Shame. I hear slime demons are great for threesomes. They can get in between without being between, and you can feel your other lover right through them.”

“That wasn’t what I was thinking about her.”

“But you are now, right?” Xyla said.

“A little,” I admitted.

“I’m totally up for it,” Lesseth said.

We both turned. There she was, all red and glossy, sitting quietly on the grass with the air of someone who had been there all along.

“How long have you been there?” I asked sharply.

“Right here? Just now. Before that I was over near that tree. I made myself into honey so I wouldn’t be too conspicuous. You know what the worst thing about being honey is?”

I shook my head, mystified.

“Ants. But I didn’t want to distract you two when you were being so sexy. And I hadn’t been invited to join in. Anyway, the ants don’t like this form, thank goodness.”

“Good.”

“Ticks, though. But none so far, thank the nine hells. What’s that?” She pointed to the chocolate. “Can I try some?”

Xyla looked at her chocolate bar like she was counting how many squares she had left, and debating whether she could spare one, so I pulled out another bar and handed it to Lesseth. Her soft fingers had a little trouble with the wrapper, but she got it eventually.

“Where’d you go?” I asked.

“In your bag,” she said. “It’s nice. Gave me some privacy to work out some frustrations, if you know what I mean.” She winked, first at Xyla, then at me. “And that was before I knew you had a cock! Abby, that thing is beautiful. You’re not getting rid of me now. We’re as good as married.”

“We are not married,” I said firmly.

“I married her first,” Xyla said.

Lesseth ran a long tongue over the chocolate, now that she got it free. “Mmm, this is pretty good.”

“Pretty good?” Xyla said. “If you’re not going to fully appreciate it, you should give it to me.”

“Not a chance, dryad,” Lesseth said.

“You’ve got to be careful with it, if you hold it in your hand too long, it starts to melt.”

“Really?” Lesseth asked. “Then if I heat myself up, it should – ahhh.”

I don’t know how hot she made herself, but the chocolate was getting shiny and moist looking as she licked it. And then she started breaking off squares and swallowing them whole.

“No, no, that’s now how you eat it,” Xyla scolded. “You have to take your time!” But it was too late, the whole bar was gone.

“You really like chocolate, hmm, first wife?” Lesseth asked.

“It’s the best. After Abby, of course. Although it’s close.”

“Well. I think I can – just a moment.” The red of her body shifted into a deep dark brown, and then she walked toward Xyla. “Taste me? Tell me if I got it right?”

All I could do is watch as Xyla tasted Lesseth’s tongue, which is a polite way of saying they started making out. Lovely green skin pressed against yielding chocolate breasts as tongues intertwined and Xyla moaned.

“Taste her, Abby,” Xyla took time out from kissing to say. “You have to taste her.”

The whole scene was pretty hot, and I was turned on, but on the other hand I wasn’t sure how I felt about Lesseth. So I resisted the urge to simply go down on her, and since Xyla had her mouth occupied, I settled for licking a shapely round chocolate breast. Lesseth was neither quite solid chocolate nor dripping chocolate syrup, but somewhere delightfully in between, just a few degrees above human body temperature. And yet, somehow it retained its form, including not just soft flesh but a harder, suckable nipple.

“Sister-wife,” Xyla said. “You’re a keeper.”

“Mmm, thank you Xyla,” Lesseth murmured. “We’ll team up to keep our wife Abby happy.”

“Uh, don’t I get a say in this?” I asked.

“Not really,” Xyla said. “You know you love the way she tastes.”

“Wait until she experiences my blowjobs,” Lesseth said.

“Why?”

“Because they are –”

“No, I mean, why wait?” Xyla asked.

“Oh!” Lesseth said, and pulled away from Xyla.

I’m a firm believer in the idea that someone should get clear consent before putting their mouth on someone’s genitals. But I can’t say I pushed her away. The moment her mouth was around me, it molded itself to my cock. Her tongue slithered down the underside, tickled my testicles, and then continued on to my pussy, which does indeed mean that it was more than a foot long.

Xyla licked her fingers off before putting them in my pussy, too.

“Don’t let her cum until she says her pussy is ready to go off,” Xyla said. “Oh!”

One of Lesseth’s legs had turned into a tentacle, as her body shifted in color back to red. She slipped that tentacle between Xyla’s legs. Presumably, this form was sugar free.

Sometimes, you just have to go with the flow. Lesseth could create the sensation of something moving up and down on my cock without stopping deepthroating me for a moment. Her tongue retracted just enough to work on my balls, while Xyla slid all the fingers of her thankfully small hand into my very wet pussy. The sensations were amazing and confusing, and when I noticed Xyla’s other hand sliding inside Lesseth, there was no reason not to simply enjoy them. Everyone was taken care of, which was always the challenge with threesomes.

If I hadn’t just made love to Xyla, the incredible feeling of Lesseth’s inhuman blowjob technique would have made me pop off like a rocket very quickly. But my cock had a refractory period, and my pussy didn’t.

Lesseth shuddered, but she didn’t lose concentration. I wasn’t sure if she’d orgasmed or not. Then Xyla lost concentration, as she screamed out the pleasure Lesseth’s questing tentacle had given her. Lesseth slowed down the motion on my cock, to let Xyla recover.

Xyla moved her hand just so, and I yelled out that I, too, was about to cum.

I hadn’t realized that Lesseth had been holding back. The new effect was like someone deepthroating me, while simultaneously five other girls managed to blow me, each with lips one inch higher on my cock. Of course, that was impossible, because they’d have to occupy the same space, but that was what it felt like.

I came all over Xyla’s hand.

At the same moment, I came down Lesseth’s squeezing, pumping throat, pulsing ropes of cum into her.

It was like nothing I’d ever experienced, and all I could do was catch my breath after that. Everything below my waist felt like it was pulsing, even after I’d stopped actually cumming. Lesseth leaned back with a smirk on her face, and Xyla was grinning, too.

“Sister-wife,” Xyla said to Lesseth, and kissed her.

I didn’t feel like protesting.

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