Chasing My Fiancée Across A Fantasy World - Chapter 7

While the Crimson Raiders walked down a muddy lane in town, Tricia turned to Jethro and asked. “Hey what’s a brazier?”

The buff swordfighter sighed. “It’s like a metal box to have a fire or coals that's up on metal feet.  So it’s off the ground unlike a regular fire pit.”

“Ah, so that’s why it can be tipped over.”  Tricia nodded. “Got it.  Thanks!”  She said in her cutest voice she could muster.

Jethro and the Raiders had just gotten into Dolono an hour beforehand.  He had given Tricia a cloak of his to wear since men’s clothing on a woman was seen as slightly scandalous.  Or at least that’s what he told the naive girl.  They headed to the market to get her one or two good outfits and then brought her back to their inn they were staying at while in town,  the Tipped Brazier.

The Brazier was dingier than the Plough.  Cobwebs dotted the hard to reach places of the entrance hall.  The party had two characters looking at them from the bar.  One was a paunchy balding man at the bar who leered at Tricia, and the second was a barmaid who instead stared daggers into her.  

Despite her sour face she approached and then smiled at Jethro.  “Shall you boys be needing any services for the night?”

“Ah yes.  We’ll be needing the bath house ready, and we’ll be staying for dinner and drinks.  We’re tuckered out and want to get clean as a whistle.”

The barmaid frowned.  “Any other services?” She tugged at Jethro’s sleeve.

Jethro looked at Tricia and back at the barmaid. “No Chantal, I think we’re alright for now.  Thank you for your commitment to customer service.”  He made a face to communicate the word scram.  

“Hmph.” Chantal turned up her nose,  flipped her dish rag over her shoulder, and walked away.

Tricia put her finger to her chin. “What sort of services was she talking about?”

Jethro caught himself before speaking. “Um well, funny enough, she’s really good at gear maintenance and all that for adventurers.”

Gordon chuckled. “Yeah she’s really good at polishing swords.”

“Shaddap!”  Jethro barked at the journeyman mage. “Let’s get you to the bathhouse, you must be desperate to clean yourself up.”

“You can say that again, lead the way Jethro!”  She smiled.

“It would be my pleasure.”  He grinned, and winked back to his party.

…

Tricia looked at the small stall in the cedar plank bathhouse and didn’t have a clue about what to do.  There was a stool, a bucket of hot water, a bucket of lukewarm water, a ladle, and a bar of soap.

“No running water?!”  She whined.  “This place is positively primitive.”

“It could be worse Tricia, you could be stuck in that pool where we found you.”  Jethro walked in with a small towel covering his groin.  

“What the hell!?  Get out of there!”  She was about to throw the ladle at him when he put his hands up.

“Wait, you don’t understand.  This bathhouse is for both sexes.  Otherwise you’d see a blue or red cloth covering the door.  With, ahem, anatomy painted in white on it.  You’re not from around here, let me show you how to do it the first time.  Then you’re on your own.  You don’t want to get sick from not being properly clean.  You see it all the time with dirty adventurers.  They think they're invincible until they give themselves the flux and end up dying while sitting on a latrine.”

“What’s the flux?”

“You don’t want to know.”

Tricia looked at Jethro’s chiseled and scarred body.  He easily could have been on the cover of a romance novel in a rack at the convenience store by her apartment.  Her mind wandered to the possibilities.

“If you show me, then I can do it myself.”  She finally said.

“Fair enough.”  He got the ladle out and dipped it in the hot water. “First you need to take off that dirty clothing.”

Tricia frowned and then turned around. “No peeking.”  She pulled off the shirt and pants.  Jethro bit his knuckle as her titties dropped, he could see her significant side boob even from behind.  Her ass was also creamy white and plump.  He wanted to grasp and squeeze them until his fingers were buried in its softness.  She sat on the stool and looked back at him. “I’m ready.”

“Then we need to soak you through with the hot water to loosen up the dirt.  Here.”  He ladled the steaming water in a stream over her head.  It soaked into her hair and down her body in serpentine rivulets.   She could feel the hot streams snake over her body and down her belly and fall on the floor.  Tricia arched her back and tousled her hair to catch more of the water.  A moment later two calloused hands covered in suds grasped her head and started massaging.

“Hey!  I told you to teach me how to do it, not do it for me.”

“I’m sorry Tricia, your hair has a lot of dirt in it, I felt I needed to really clean your beautiful hair.”  He didn’t stop despite her protests and gentle tugs to get him away.  She sighed in frustration and let him continue.  He was surprisingly gentle while he combed through her hair with the soap, and then followed up with a scalp massage.  Tricia moaned in relaxation for a few seconds before covering her mouth to stop herself.  What am I doing!?  I’m in a bathroom naked with a man.  What would John think?  I have to get out of here.  Her mind protested, but the pleasure from the massage was great.  Tricia’s ambivalence made her heart flutter.  Was John even in this world?  Was he killed by the goblins? “I think you can leave now, I can wash myself thank you.”

She shifted herself to get up but Jethro placed his strong hands on her shoulders and continued to massage, pushing down and keeping her on the stool. “I can feel the tension in your shoulders, Tricia.  There’s a knot right … there.  Oof, you must be stressed.”

“Mmmmph, you sure know how to give a good shoulder massage.”  She rolled her head from side to side as thick thumbs mashed the strained muscles of her upper back.  After a few minutes she could feel her muscles relax.  Getting into the moment, she noticed something was fluttering in her lower abdomen.  Is that that fucking slime?  My body is getting hot.

She made barely audible moans for a minute while he massaged lower and lower down her back, still slick with soap.  In one smooth motion his large hands slid around her sides to cup her massive jugs.

“Mmmph.  Stop.  I’m engaged.”  She protested weakly.

“Tricia, you’re saying no, but your hands are on my wrists keeping them there.”  He laughed.

“But John.”

“John is a loser who let you get kidnapped and assaulted by monsters.  He doesn’t deserve a beauty like you Tricia.  Let a real man protect you and keep you safe.”  He pulled at her well lathered nipples, making her gasp.

“You’re such a bastard Jethro.  I bet you fuck anything that walks.”  She took a deep breath. “I’m a good girl.”  Yes!  I am a good girl. John!  She struggled but Jethro grabbed her closely, his chest with its well defined muscles met her soapy back.  She felt a thick fleshy rod press on the small of her back.  Is it as big as Fatty’s dong?  Her heart did a flip of hope.

“I’m not done showing you how to have a proper Dolonese bath.”  One strong arm hooked around her and planted its hand firmly on her ample breast while the other slid down her belly and started rubbing her slit.  His mouth moved to her ear and started nibbling her earlobe.

“No!  Stop!”  She started squirming.  While she had been fucked silly so many times in the past in the back seats of trucks, dorm rooms, and dirty motels, this was the first time getting so kinky in a bath.  Instead of the filth of the goblin cave, her nose filled with the floral scent of the soap covering Jethro’s probing fingers.  She was clean, but why did this feel so much dirtier?  Her heart told her that this was a betrayal, but her loins exulted in the sensations.

She knew she should have protested with more force when he hooked his finger and started rubbing her g-spot. “No Jethro, that’s my weak spot.”

“Good to know.”  He growled and rubbed her insides, engorging the soft flesh of the roof of her vagina. “John never touched you this way?  What a lightweight.”

“John is a good man.  He wouldn’t, he’s stable, he’s reliable.”

“He’s boring.”  Jethro rubbed furiously, almost in anger at her words.

“Aargh!”  A stream of clear fluid sprayed his hand as she convulsed in a shame laden orgasm.

“I’m glad your body agrees.”  He laughed lustily.

She was now panting heavily.  The slime in her womb started excreting stimulants out of her cervix and the familiar tingling burned inside her.  She needed something to scratch that itch.  She wheeled around and gave him an open mouth kiss.  Jethro’s kiss back involved jamming his tongue down her throat forcefully.  She shivered, remembering the night of the goblin cave, and the similarities between the two.  Males just took what they wanted didn’t they.  It’s not my fault that I’m in this situation.  John will forgive me.  Damn… Jethro’s a good kisser.

She opened her eyes to see that the rest of the Crimson Raiders were standing around them stroking their dicks.  She pulled away from Jethro and flopped on the slate floor of the bathhouse in surprise.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?  If you touch me I’ll scream!”  Tricia sputtered.  “You can’t do this!”

Jethro covered his face for a moment and then looked at her. “It’s already gone too far for these pathetic displays of resistance Tricia.  The boys and I risked our lives to save you.  And this is how you repay us?”

“Well, just because you save someone doesn’t mean you get to fuck them.”  She crossed her arms under her silky breasts with erect nipples.

“You’d either be dead or have a belly full of goblin pups.”  Jethro growled. “You know a man wouldn’t dare touch a woman who gave birth to those foul creatures.  Do you think John would touch you?  You owe us big time.”  He grinned. “Anyway, I think you’re the type of girl who’d really enjoy our company.”  He reached out and grasped her wrist tightly, showing how strong he was.

She looked at all of them for a few minutes and then slumped her shoulders.  “.....if we do this you have to promise me something…”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?  What is it?”

“You have to swear not to tell anyone about this.  Swear on your mother’s grave!”

She knew she hit the right tone when the four men visibly shifted from her request.

Kit’s dick twitched. “I swear on my mother’s grave.”  He looked around. “Come on guys, look at her.  She’s ready to go.  And so am I!”

The rest of the team nodded and swore to keep it a secret. Each had a grim expression when they said it.   I guess they seem to care about their mothers.   To the side wall of the bath stall, a small hole flickered with faint light.  The party was too focused on the naked woman getting up to notice.

She spoke in a whisper.  “Jethro, lie on the floor.”

He rolled his towel under his head and got to the ground.  His dick was big, but not as veiny or girthy as goblin cock.  She swung her leg over his body and squatted.  She guided his member inside of her in one fluid motion.  

The college student grinded down on his dick in a looping figure eight motion.  Jethro’s hands painfully grabbed her rump and held on.  She looked at the other members with a wan smile.  “Come here.”

Kit moved first and put his purple headed penis right next to her face.  Opening her mouth, she took it down to the hilt and stayed there.  Kit grabbed her hair and started face fucking her with a bright smile on his face.  “Oh, shit, she’s taking it till my balls are hitting her chin.”

Malton and Gordon came to each side of her and took her hands.  She used soap suds to jack them off as fast as she could.  Their hips thrust in response involuntarily, each of them grunting in pleasure.  After a minute, Gordon bucked furiously and sprayed Tricia’s tits with thick stringy cum.

“Hahah!  What a fucking light weight you are Gordo.  You’ll have to wank before you do this again or she’ll think you’re pathetic.”  Jethro laughed as Gordon took a few steps back and sat down on a wooden bench panting. Jethro then tensed his abs as Tricia bounced on his pelvis. He threw his head back. “Shit Tricia!  What is your pussy doing to me!?  I feel tingles all over my cock!”

The girl knew that the slime inside of her was drooling ooze into her birth canal, trying to get the man to come.  Jethro did some breathing exercises to delay his orgasm.  When the same ooze finally hit her clitoris, she sucked and fucked even harder.

Kit laughed and talked dirty. “Bitch your sucking my dick like a pro, you’re better than Chantal.”

Malton sneered. “No one’s better at head than the barmaid.  She almost sucked my dick off.”

Kit took long thrusts into Tricia’s gullet, hands gripping her hair tightly. “I don’t know why, but Tricia’s better at it.  Can you hear the sound she’s making?”

Tricia was humming and gagging while Kit’s raging hard on used her face as a vagina.  Her eyes were getting bloodshot at the lack of oxygen, but she carried on without protesting. She continued to rock her cunt up and down Jethro’s shaft.  She even cradled Kit’s balls.  Her fingers drifted to his puckered anus.

“Bitch what are you doing?! Get your finger out of my ass!”

She hooked and stimulated his prostate.  It was a technique she learned from an old English Professor during her freshman year.  She got an A in the class of course.  Hitting his sensitive spot he stopped complaining. “Oooh, that’s a new feeling.  Shit…fuck… losing it.”  

Malton could see Kit’s balls shrink to the base of his cock and pulse strongly into Tricia’s open mouth.  She didn’t swallow and more claggy white spunk dripped down her chin and onto her cleavage.  Her tits bounced in pendulous circles.

The debased view that Malton saw send him into overdrive.  Tricia pushed Kit away and tugged Malton to her.  Malton had a long curved penis. She used two hands and sucked the tip.  He fucked her make shift fleshlight and soon lost his load, managing to hit her in the eye.  She cursed under her breath and scooped it out of her eye and flung it at Malton’s hairy belly, it left a string of cum between her hand and his torso.

She looked down. “Come on stud, Tricia wants your seed inside of her.”  She turned around and got on all fours.  Still bouncing, her tits swayed in unison to the bopping of her fat ass on his schlong.  The three adventurers’ spunk dripped off her body and onto Jethro’s chest.  She bent down and rubbed the cum between their bodies.  Jethro realized what was happening and felt revulsion, but didn’t refuse her cum glazed kiss when she planted it on his mouth.  His hands grasped her ass and he forcefully upthrust in hard quick strokes, finally scratching Tricia’s itch.

“Yes Jethro!  That’s it!  Fuck my pussy! Make your girl come hard!”

“Take this you slut!  Phragghhh!”  The slime in Tricia’s womb started to vibrate, sending both the lovers into a violent orgasm that lasted a long time.  She soon flopped over onto the dirty slate floor. When she did, Jethro noticed his cock was completely clean, and no spunk drooled out of Tricia’s gaping pussy.  “Your cunt accepted every drop of my cum.”

She put a finger to her mouth and bit it. “I guess my pussy was hungry.”  Tricia knew deep down that the slime inside her had just had its dinner for the day.

…

Fifteen minutes later, after a re-wash, the Crimson Raiders sat in a proper bathtub and relaxed.  They all stared at Tricia’s floating tits in the water, but they couldn’t do a thing because they were completely spent.

“That was amazing Tricia.” Jethro whispered, sitting next to her in the tub.  “There’s something special about you.”

She laid back in the tub with a slightly smug look on her face. Huh, I would have thought they could have more staying power than that.  “Remember, no one says anything about this.  You swore.”

“You have our word.” Jethro responded. “By the way.  What would you say to joining the Raiders as a support member?”

Tricia noted how Jethro had changed from an aggressive pushy punk into a simp after they fucked. “Why should I believe a bunch of bastards like you.  You forced me…” She sniffed, trying to garner some pity.

Kit interrupted. “We promise to treat you right.  Right fellas?”

Jethro nodded. “We’ll keep you fed and safe.  You’ll have a full share of the booty we find in our quests.”  He looked earnestly at her.

“The moment John gets me, I’m going with him.  Deal?”

Jethro smiled.  If he comes anywhere near my girl I’ll slay him where he stands. “Sure thing Tricia, but I’m not so sure he’s around.  I would bet the man met some unfortunate end.  The goblins likely killed him before they found you.”

Tricia frowned. “We’ll just see about that.” She splashed. “Oh shit!  My ring!  I left my ring back at the cave! We have to go back and get it.”

The boys laughed. Jethro hugged her. “That’s what I love about you Tricia, your sense of humor.   Going back there is too risky.  First thing tomorrow we’ll go to the guild hall and get you enrolled.  Heck, I have a feeling you have a special ability or two, you might be chosen by the gods.”

“Really?”  She raised her eyebrow. “You think I’m that special?”

They all replied in unison. “We know it!”