(Warning. This is a two part story cut into several pieces. They contain sexual intercourse and references to perversions of science. You have been warned. You can skip to later chapters if this disturbs you.)
The intense rain actually helped the druids in their rituals. The ancient fellowship had spent thousands of years study and perfecting the art, and a little rain was not going to break their focus.
Five invisible strings of power manipulated and fed the oak, not perverting the tree but merely guiding its growth.
Seamless walls rose, leaves turned into shingles; cloud blue sap bleed from the naked wood, not just acting as paint but a flame retardant lacquer
An hour later their work lay finished.
Now the tree house needed only to grow and wait for some dryad child to take nest. The result would be a house that grew rooms independently and could adapt to its owners, it would also serve to be the outer flesh of a second life form.
The druid’s main leader approached the carriage which stood close by. “Your office…” He was interrupted by a loud giggle from inside and a harsh moan. He noticed that an audible sound of a tongue licking across something wet.
The druid shook his head, ‘Foreigners.’ he thought and tried to calm himself. “Your office is habitable, my lady.”
“Thank you.” Came a loud cry from inside and deep pants followed. “What about my lady’s house? The long day has taken its toll on her frail body.”
The druid raised an eyebrow, his imagination going wild over what had just transpired inside the carriage. The voice had a strong accent another might think of as Walsh.
Trying to act professional the druid continued. “We have set up a small room used for storage. The ground are not fertile my ladies. The soil’s PH levels are high while the sodium levels…”
“Yes, yes. The place is shite.” Came the women, not interested in the details.
Captain Eclipse Dune was a women of action and not excesses which was why men did not last long in her favour.
The druid gave a bow. “Then I take my leave, my ladies. Hopefully in a year or two we can provide a dryad to your services.”
Inside the carriage Pepper corn pulled herself away from her captain’s wet and tasty sex, licking her lips and breathing deeply.
Eclipse had a large surge of frustration in her and had needed to be satisfied five times before she was willing to allow the High Elf to come up for air, her attempts to steal a single coin of gold had failed. The escort was far too guarded and witches were not the type of people you crossed on a whim.
The High Elf took out an embroidered hanky to clean her lover’s juices from her mouth. “Are you sure this is going to work?”
A heavy breathing Dark Elf opened the door to the world outside allowing damp air to clear out the stench of sex and frustration. “Definitely.”
Not only was Peppercorn the right age and carried much of the same physical traits as Maween Tabhair Suas but the woman had been an absolute nightmare.
The administrator had an extreme habit of being a parasite, focusing her subordinates to perform the hard work while reaping the rewards.
“But what about her… My family?” Peppercorn argued while smiling to the warehouse workers.
Eclipse directed the men to the trunks of her, Peppercorn, and the late Maween’s belongings. “Oh, they aren’t going to be a problem.”
Maween’s family had suffered harsh loss in the family that threatened to make Maween’s poor, poor siblings and cousins very rich. Sadly Maween was a casualty of the great game of nobility and power struggles.
It seemed almost destiny. The moment Maween came into port Eclipse got the contract and cashed in on it.
After Mister Soot’s visit a message from Raithlen island came and the Family of Debt worked out the fine details with Maween’s delightful family who were very sad to hear their loving cousin had lost an eye on the road.
Yes, it seem that the stars themselves had aligned in Eclipse’s way, it was just too bad about Jessy’s gold.
The two women entered the newly grown trading outpost and were overwhelmed with the essence of oakwood. It wasn’t an unpleasant aroma but Eclipse preferred the salt air of the sea.
Peppercorn admired what would be her new home. It was spaces our compared to the tiny cabin she and her lover shared but all she cared about was being with her love and protector.
“But I don’t know anything about running a trade port.” Peppercorn argued. Unlike all her lover’s other schemes this one relied too much on her ability to not to screw up.
Which she had already failed at when that swine Stuart noticed that she was comfortable with turning her head when she had recently been blinded.
“That’s the beauty of it.” Eclipse said before she had directed the warehouse workers to the office.
She spoke softly and smiled as she waved the men goodbye when they were done. “Maween only knows how to suck cocks and sign her name, and she can’t even do that well. She throws everything at her assistants, including kissing nobility’s arses.”
Already Peppercorn had experience in forging documents, a trick the Dark Elf taught her with delicious punishments.
Captain Eclipse was a huge fan of the carrot and the stick, to her it was all about which hole you shoved them in.
Maween still wasn’t certain of this and tried desperately to find a hole in her lover’s plan. “Then why would Mortimer Collective send her… me here?”
“Don’t know.” Eclipse shrugged. “Maybe Maween sucked the wrong lord’s cock.”
Both women admired the main office and what would be their bedroom till better accommodation suited themselves. “I think I’m going to go insane.” Eclipse said, she liked undercover work as much as the next pirate but to play the honest trader? Without a bar fight or a man to gut?
Peppercorn rubbed Eclipse’s belly as if she were stroking a kitten. “It will be fine. You have me, and you can gut Stuart.”
“Aww.” Eclipse groaned and kissed Peppercorn on the mouth. “If only.”
While John desired nothing more but to see the group murder goblins, Stuart acted like that bastard kid on the playground who used a stick to look up girl’s dresses.
His main focus seemed to be teasing Lieutenant Kollkie, a woman who in Eclipse opinion needed the mother of all fuckings.
The one sided flirtation and the game quickly ended when the Lieutenant Kollkie stabbed Stuart’s character in the back and kicked him off a cliff to hide the evidence, which caused mouths to drop in the entire room.
It was not the typical actions one would expect from a army girl who was on the clock.
Stuart’s revenge was equally entertaining. When he used that magic mirror of his to swap one the head of a nude women with Kollkie’s and then showed the image to her subordinates, asking if they would like a couple of posters on their walls so they could give the Lieutenant a rising salute every morning.
When Peppercorn told Eclipse of this the Dark Elf could take no more and laughed, harder than she could remember.
In the end a red faced Kollkie snapped, as far as anyone knew Stuart was still in that cell, nursing a black eye and being held for undisclosed crimes. His magic mirror confiscated as evidence.
After two hours or so both women setting up their makeshift bedroom with their belongings from their tent a knock could be heard.
Captain Eclipse readied her dagger, an instant brought on by a century of being one step away from a cut throat. “Who is it?”
“It’s Enzo Ruiz. From Techscope, Ma’am. I’m your lady’s new personal assistant.” Came a voice on the other side.