Chapter 21:
Bad First Impressions
Jan licked her mistress awake in the early morning, she had learned a long time ago that Miranda was not a morning person and she had a cup of Paul’s coffee ready for her.
“Mistress, here drink. Nalia sent me to fetch you, Dawn wants to talk!”
“Bwaa, I just reported yesterday…”
“I know, I think it’s about the raid.”
Miranda was up quickly at that.
Within a few minutes she was in uniform, though her hair was slightly ruffled as she greeted Commander Morrow, Nalia’s hands waving through the water column in Paul’s spacious bathtub.
“Miranda, I see you still aren’t a fan of mornings.”
“It’s my injury ma’am, healing is exhausting.” Miranda said with a straight face.
“Heh. Fair enough.” She sighed, knowing Miranda would want the facts; “The raid last night, a few dozen dirt-bags taken alive, several injured on our side, one dead. Yana and her people captured a Tenebrae.”
Miranda sucked in her breath at the news, the bastards put up a fight.
“What happens now?”
“Booker already gave the order, Yana and her girls are coming to you, they’ve been traveling all night, but they have a lot of ground to cover. They’ll be there a day or so after Lady Essig I imagine.”
“Popular place.” Miranda face grew pensive; “The casualty?”
“Didn’t catch her name, Wolfen girl, one of Lilly’s pack.”
“Damn, poor Lilly.”
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Erica and Milly woke Nameless on the love seat with some naughty shenanigans that ended all too soon with both girls swallowing greedily as he felt utterly spoiled.
Ophelia still suffered the lingering effects of the Blomma nectar despite Milly’s milk so she remained in bed. He snuck into the bathroom to clean up and after a quick shower found himself staring at her sleeping form, watching her breasts rise and fall under the thin sheet.
“Want me to jerk you off onto her tits while she sleeps? I bet she’d like that…”
Erica’s voice made him jump and he retreated with her from the room with a blush, not wanting to disturb Ophelia’s rest.
While he had showered Erica had already taken care of the morning milking and Milly practically glowed from her sister’s efforts.
“How are you two doing with all of this? Everything just keeps happening so fast and we haven’t really talked about it at all.”
Erica gave a careless shrug.
“We got to know each other pretty well last night. Despite what you might imagine, it was actually pretty tame, more talking and stuff then sex. Some heavy petting, a bit of fingering, but I think she doesn’t want to go too far too fast. I like her.”
“I told Paul yesterday that I thought she would be easy to love and I meant it.”
Milly was lying face down on one of the love seats, her feet in the air while they each took a leg in hand to massage the soothing unguent into her hooves as she gave the occasional soft moo of pleasure at the attention.
Her feet were greatly improved, the purplish bruises mostly faded.
“I am going to check in with Paul later about your shoes. Hopefully we won’t need to do anymore late-night marathons but I want you to be able to run if you want to!”
“Ha! You just want to see her titties bouncing around… actually, so do I! Let’s get you some shoes baby!”
Milly laughed as Erica ran her rough tongue over the hide of her ankles.
“Erica! Ah, that tickles!”
Before their activities could devolve into something more intimate there was a knock at the door, Joe was there to start the day’s work and his arrival spurred them all into action.
Erica had wanted to stick around to keep Milly off of her feet and to tidy up the cottage as it was starting to get pretty cluttered from their numerous shopping trips.
And so Nameless was off to see Paul by himself with the milk and together they bottled it and brought it to the market.
As the pair was selling the bottles, Tom Loskins showed up with a confused look on his face.
“Hullo Tom! How’s life?” Paul asked cordially.
“What? Oh fine. Or not, I don’t know. You’ve met Cordelia?”
“Once or twice I think, she the brunette with the temper?”
“Um… yeah. Anyways, she was right behind me until she saw you two then she just said she wasn’t feeling well and took off back home!”
Nameless stiffened a bit, remembering the nasty exchange from the last time he was at the market.
“Huh, kid, you’re not after seducing Tom’s daughter are you?”
“Wh-what? No!”
Tom glanced at him, his face suspicious now, before he regarded Paul thoughtfully.
“You think maybe she has a crush?”
“She’s at that age right? And despite this little peckerwood’s looks he does have a certain, shall we say ‘fiscal’ appeal…”
Tom regarded the dumbfounded Nameless again, his face pensive.
“Don’t know if I’m ready to have a son-in-law yet, let alone grandkids!”
Nameless finally found his voice.
“I’m p-pretty sure she doesn’t like me actually…”
The older men both regarded him for a moment.
“She been nasty to you kid? Cuz ya know, that usually means a filly really likes ya!”
“N-no, that’s, there is-”
After watching him squirm for a minute or so, Tom took pity on the boy and changed the subject.
“Paul, you expecting the price to come down anytime soon?”
Paul gave one last amused look at Nameless’s blushing visage before he answered.
“Maybe in a week or so, I don’t know, we sell out in less than an hour every day. Speaking of which how many bottles do you want?”
Tom sighed as he looked at their remaining stock.
“The pastries I make from it sell out just as fast, so I’ll take ten.”
Nameless eyes boggled a bit at that, they only had thirteen bottles left. Paul completed the sale and took the baker’s money, Tom left to interrogate his daughter about his potential status as a grandfather.
Within a few more minutes they had no bottles left and packed up to make the journey back to the farm.
“Paul, what about the shoes for Milly?”
“Ah, damn I forgot. You go check in with the smith. I can manage an empty cart!”
With that Paul left him to pick up the shoes.
Nameless had been doing odd jobs in Kettering for almost two years, and had more than once shoveled coal and split wood for Rory the local blacksmith. He was a surly man, all grunts and glares, but underneath he was actually a kindly soul.
As he entered his sweltering shop, Nameless didn’t get more than three steps in before Rory spotted him and roughly handed him a heavy box.
“Here you go boy. You wanna split some wood for me? I got a stack in the back I haven’t gotten around to yet. My deadbeat son is off somewhere being worthless.”
He was about to refuse, but then he remembered Paul’s stance on idleness so he accepted with a nod and spent the rest of the afternoon wielding an axe just slightly too big for him.
When he was finished Rory tossed him fifty coins and a gruff thank you for his effort and then gave him a speculative look.
“You know boy, you are half the size of my kid, and yet you work five times as hard. I know that you earn almost three times what I just paid you for a single bottle of your girl’s milk. And yet you still stop to make an extra few coins just cuz I asked you to.”
Nameless was flattered by Rory’s unexpected praise. It was very out of character for the man.
“You should consider getting a trade. Everyone in town knows you got three girls hanging on you now. My son hates your guts by the way, like every other boy in town he pined for that Ophelia woman.”
“Oh! Well, um, gee. I didn’t do so well in school so…”
“School? I never finished myself, don’t need to know your letters to swing a hammer, just need the will, and more muscle, you really need more muscle.”
The smith had taken one of Nameless’s tired arms in his firm grip and wiggled the limb around to prove his point.
“Anyways, with the money from your girl’s milk, and your willingness to sweat for a living, there are a lot of things you could do to keep busy. Paul no doubt has told you much the same, good man, I like him.”
He had released Nameless’s arm and retrieved a bottle from under the counter.
“Drink?”
Remembering the Amazon brandy he politely refused.
“Well, anyways, Paul no doubt told you he paid for the shoes in advance. I haven’t shoed a cow in years, nothing but Lambdas out here. So bring your girl in if they don’t fit and I’ll take the measurements myself, though I doubt that will be necessary, Paul knows his stuff.”
Taking the words for the dismissal that they were Nameless took his leave.
Nameless walked back home in the early evening, his arms rubber from the woodcutting and hefting the heavy box. He was lost in thought as he considered all of the advice he had received that day.
Cordelia was a beautiful girl, but she had been so cruel to him he was certain that both Paul and Tom were mistaken about her having a crush on him.
As for Rory, he thought long and hard about what he said about getting a trade.
While he mulled things over, he recovered the empty cart from Paul’s drive and dropped the box of shoes in it with some relief. Seeing no sign of Paul he then started down the trail home, the farmer was no doubt off with his hens somewhere.
He wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings as he pulled the cart across the bridge several minutes later, therefore when a sopping wet cord wrapped around his neck and dragged him out of its handle and into the long grass of his field he had no one to blame but himself.
He was bewildered by the turn of events to say the least. The cord was unlike anything he’d ever felt and he found himself lying in the grass with a diminutive girl wearing a one-piece pink bathing suit sitting on his groin.
She was soaking wet.
The fleshy cord extended from around his neck to her wide open mouth. The skin of her face and arms was pale green. But what Nameless really focused on was her eyes: She had enormous yellow-green irises that seemed to occupy her entire eyeball, with slit pupils like Erica’s only tilted more sideways and slightly rounded on the ends.
He heard a feminine voice, but her speech was garbled:
“Ka’aa! I caaauuh ah inghooooaaaa!”
He looked into the girl’s strange eyes as he slowly clued in that the corded muscle wrapped several times around his throat was her tongue.
She gave a huff of annoyance and Nameless watched the strange muscle unwrap itself from around his neck and snake back into her gaping mouth in a matter of seconds.
“Kala! I caught an intruder!” She shouted again, able to articulate this time.
“Wha… who?”
“Quiet you criminal! Or I’ll… I’ll punch you in the nose!” The petite girl held up one tiny fist, her other hand was on his stomach steadying herself.
Though her fist was tiny and he had little fear of her striking capability, he was still hung up on her eyes, not to mention her tongue!
“Kala! Where are you?! He’s staring at me and I don’t like it! I think he’s gunna try and rape me!”
Nameless was flabbergasted, that certainly wasn’t his intent! Although flat on his back with the strange girl squatted on his groin was not the optimal position from which to launch THAT argument!
“He’s going to do WHAT?!”
There was a crash as a blonde woman who could almost match Milly in stature landed on the ground right beside them and thrust a giant spear into the grass.
She wore nothing but an animal hide halter over her healthy breasts and a similarly cut skirt around her waist. Due to the way her knees were bent and from his vantage point on the ground he also knew she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Hmmm, yes he is trying to ogle me as well, you were right to label him as a rapist. Well, don’t fret little warrior! Our wife will be most pleased when we bring her his head as a trophy!”
Nameless turned white as her booming voice pronounced his doom.
“Do we have to take his head off? You keep saying that but I don’t think Mistress would like that very much. Not at all.” The long tongued girl looked at him with her enormous eyes for a beat.
“Ha! Silly girl, our wife is of the Aegis! Noble warriors all! She would not approve of us going soft on rapists, would you seek to dishonour her?”
The green clad girl shook her head so hard her narrow shoulders wiggled with the motion, her dark green tresses flinging droplets of water to each side.
“No, if she’s mad she probably won’t let us have sex with her as much…”
Nameless was pretty sure that he’d hit his head somewhere along the path home because this whole encounter was surreal.
“Great! That’s settled! Now you, tiny man who tried to rape my sister-wife!” The large woman gripped his skull with one hand; “I am going to remove your head now. Try not to bleed on my dear companion, that’s a new bathing suit and we both want to look our best for our wife, we have missed her dearly and I will not have your blood sully our reunion!”
Nameless felt an incredible pressure on his skull, but it was almost instantly relieved when he heard a familiar bellowing low. The closely packed group all felt the ground shake at the approach of the charging Minotaur.
Thank goodness! Milly! Save me!
But the hide-clad woman leapt up impossibly fast and stopped her charge cold.
The blonde caught both of her horns in mid-stride and pushed her to a stop, the softly tanned flesh of her arms and legs belied the strength hidden in the muscles beneath as twin furrows opened in the ground at her feet from the force of the impact.
Shocked as she was by the girl’s strength, Milly recovered quickly, shaking her horns out of the blonde girl’s grip.
“Leave him alone!”
“Calm yourself, mighty cow-beast! We were merely dispensing justice, my companion and I captured this rapist and I was about to remove his head when you interrupted us.”
“R-rapist?!”
“Yes, it is a sad reality for men like him; their penises are too weak to properly attract a wife so they resort to using force instead.”
“His thingy isn’t weak! How DARE you call his thingy weak!!”
“Oh! I think I get it!” The bathing-suit clad girl, bouncing on Nameless’s weak penis, seemed to finally clue in… or not; “Kala, he probably holds her heartstone and forces her to help him with all of his raping!”
The blonde girl was beyond excited at the news for some insane reason.
“Oh hoh! So you are his unwilling accomplice! We will smite down a rapist AND rescue a helpless monster girl! Truly we become warriors this day Jezebel! Well, I’m sure that you are a good girl and have just been led astray by his wickedness, but since you refuse to let me rip off his head and rescue you…” She paused, assuming a ready stance; “TO BATTLE!!”
As the two titans came together exchanging heavy blows Nameless realized that standing between the giant blonde maniac and the enraged Milly was probably not a healthy idea so he scooped up the tiny girl and fled through the grass to safety.
“Kala! He’s raping me! He’s raaaaaaping me Kala! I don’t like it at all!”
She squirmed wetly in his arms but he managed to hold on as he heard the sound of the intense melee behind him.
“Jez! No! You cur! Release my sister-wife at once or I will rip your head off!”
Nameless finally found his voice.
“You were going to do that anyways you lunatic!”
“Then I will rip it off again!”
“That doesn’t even make sens-”
A vaguely familiar screeching noise split the air, causing all of the participants in the brawl to fall flat on the ground, their muscles seized up and unable to move.
The shriek stopped and a familiar drawl took its place.
“Good timing there lovelies. That was getting out of hand.” Paul and several of his Cockatrices strolled out of the grass, circling the group; “Gotta say kid: that was the most entertaining show I seen since Skinner tried to shift the snow off of her barn, slid off and landed in a steaming pile of-”
“WHAT THE EVER-LOVING FUCK IS GOING ON OUT HERE!” Miranda and Jan had arrived on the scene coming from the direction of the cottage, and her voice drowned out Paul’s.
Unfortunately none of the paralyzed individuals were able to speak for themselves so they had to rely on the old farmer for the truth.
Which was a shame: he was in a funny mood.
“Quite simple Aegis, it seems that our nameless friend here is actually a rapist, even despite having three fillies to keep satisfied! Near as I can figure he attacked the little froggy here, a Gripau if I’m not mistaking her breed, anywho he was fully intent on snatching away her virtue with his weak penis, when that towering stack of blonde over there saved the day.” Miranda’s face was incredulous, as was Jan’s, her tongue lolled out in confusion; “So Blondie figured: ‘nothing doing! I’ll just remove the budding rapist’s big-head in order to keep his little-head out of trouble.’”
Miranda was slowly shaking her head, Jan was starting to smile.
Paul was in his element, nothing like a tall-tale to wile away the time.
He was retired after all.
“Sadly, her act of frontier justice, my favorite kind by the way, was interrupted by the lovely Moon-Pie, who is currently flat on her magnificent tits over there. She took exception to seeing her man get his head tore off, even if it was for his own good, and so she and the blonde set to wrastlin’. Unfortunately, this was just the diversion the nameless pervert needed in order to consummate with the little green cutey in her bathers…” He made a sweeping gesture as he reached the climax of the tale; “And so, to protect the virtue of the innocent little frog, and to keep Moon-Pie from being beat’ to death by an Amazon, I set my hens on the lot of them!” He smiled smugly.
By this point, Miranda had figured out the details for herself and was rubbing her temple with her good hand.
“Mr. Fletcher… may I just say, a smart-ass… is still a smart-ass… even if he is a hundred and ten years old.”
“You wound me Aegis! I’m only ninety seven! Anywho, I submit this band of scallywags to your adjudication. They’ll come unstiff in a couple hours. Me and the hens were taking our evening stroll when we came upon this little shindig and the girls will peck at me all night unless they get to finish their walk, ‘specially after all the excitement, so I bid you a good evening!” He wondered back to the trail, whistling happily, the flighty Cockatrices in tow.
Miranda watched him go, unbeknownst to anyone but Jan she smiled at the old farmer’s cheek, though her look was stern as she took in the downed combatants.
“Well, it seems that some introductions are in order.”
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Nameless, Milly, and Erica were all fascinated, after the hubbub died down, and the two new monsters were convinced that he was not a rapist. They were revealed to be Jezebel and Kala, Miranda’s other two bond-mates.
Her anger having cooled in the time it took for the Cockatrice’s petrifaction to wear off; Miranda was by the pond being enthusiastically greeted by the Gripau.
Jez had all four limbs wrapped around her mistress’s body and Miranda had her tiny butt cupped in her good hand, though the frog girl’s grip seemed more than enough to support her own weight without the assistance.
Jez’s completely smooth tongue was a whitish pink colour and ended in a bulb about the size of a cherry. That bulb was being repeatedly thrust in and out of Miranda’s throat. Even from the relative distance of the porch Nameless and his girls had trouble looking away from the action. Miranda was tonguing her back just as vigorously, and showed no discomfort at the virtual throat-fucking. In fact, from her audible moans, she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it…
“It’s because her tongue is so slippery. Her taste buds are on the inside of her mouth so the surface is perfectly smooth and her saliva is an incredible lubricant. She can move that thing in and out so fast that you don’t have time to remember you even have a gag reflex.” Jan, seeing his interest decided to offer a smug explanation; “It took a little getting used to when she first bonded but my gawd once she gets her tongue going in any of my holes my leg starts a kickin’. Sorry buddy but I’ll take her tongue over your wiener any day of the week.”
“I thought… I thought that a frog girl’s tongue would be sticky?” Nameless found himself too enraptured to be embarrassed, much to Jan’s disappointment.
“Well, regular frogs might be, I don’t know, but hers can wrap around and grab things so it doesn’t need to be, it’s also really strong so…” She shrugged at him, lip in a pout at his non-reaction.
Nameless couldn’t deny that it was an erotic sight, and even Milly seemed more than a little curious.
Erica’s gaze was openly lascivious.
“I want one.”
“Well that one is mine so you’ll have to get your own.” Jan said primly.
“I don’t want that one, she attacked my Master. I also don’t want one that smells like wet dog.”
Jan bristled and Nameless prepared to intercede when a booming voice made it unnecessary.
“Truly I must humble myself before you, I am sorry tiny man, had I known who you were I would never have leveled such vile accusations at you! When the Valkyrie come for me I shall answer for my failure this day!” The Amazon Kala had approached while they were enraptured by the steamy scene by the water and addressed Nameless.
He wasn’t sure what to make of the large woman. She moved with similar grace as Erica, yet had the strength to nearly match Milly. He hadn’t missed what Paul had said about him stopping the fight to keep Milly from being hurt. He also couldn’t shake the feeling of her fingertips pressing into his skull.
He was beginning to appreciate the reputation the Amazons held.
“Er… don’t worry about it, just a misunderstanding.” He mumbled, unconsciously leaning into Milly, who settled a protective arm on his shoulder and glared at the warrior woman.
“Ah! Such a failure I am! Clearly I have left a disgraceful impression; on you, tiny man, and on you, war-sister.” She was genuinely distressed now, hands wringing together in anxiety as she addressed him and Milly.
“You didn’t really leave a good impression on me either you know.” Erica said with a frown.
Surprisingly, the Amazon gave the Katje a dismissive look.
“I thought you a mere plaything, what need have I to impress a strumpet?”
Milly looked more than ready for another round with the Amazon, but Nameless had felt the painful sting of her words through Erica’s heartstone and he let the blonde have it.
“Don’t you EVER talk to her like that! I don’t care what kind of warrior you are! This is our home and I will not allow anybody to talk to my girl that way!”
Erica and Milly were both astonished at the heat in his tone.
Kala was taken aback for a moment then made them flinch by abruptly dropping to her knees on the rough wood of the porch and clutching at the hair on the side of her head in consternation.
“Ahh! I failed again! Curses! That’s twice in one day! Forgive me, feline-one, I had mistaken you as a toy for your husband’s amusement, I did not know that he possessed the sacred trust of your bond!”
“Of course he does! Master saved me from the darkness! He is my love and I am his kitty!” Erica threw her arms around his neck and nuzzled against him with a fierce possessiveness.
“Indeed! The bond that unites you as husband and wife is a sacred thing. I swear on the Valkyrie that I will safeguard your union to my dying breath!” The Amazon’s sincerity was palpable and even Milly seemed mollified.
“Kala, please stop pledging yourself to everyone that you piss off, it makes it very difficult for your wife to keep track of all of your obligations.”
Miranda had wandered over, Jez now astride her back; tongue wrapped several times around her neck as she gave her a very strange massage.
“Wife!”
Her mood again rapidly shifted as the Amazon leapt up and moved to embrace Miranda, but Jan stepped between them.
“Gently Kala! Her shoulder!”
“Of course, sister! I am always gentle!” But she moved much slower as she took Miranda and Jez into her arms; “We have missed you so, my love! I wish you had brought us along, I could have spared you this injury!”
Jan huffed, looking annoyed now as Kala brought her lips to Miranda’s.
Ophelia, wearing a flimsy nightgown came out of the cottage then, hair still ruffled from sleep. Still tired from her ordeal she had slept late and retired early, but was drawn outside by all of the shouting.
“Nam-Master? Why is there an Amazon and a…frog girl? clinging to Miranda?” Though she had embraced his role as her master, she still struggled with years of habit.
Erica released her hold on Nameless and went to the Flutterby. She gave her several affectionate licks to the face and neck before speaking.
“Oh those are Miranda’s other mates, so far the frog tried to strangle Master and the one with the muscles tried to take his head off, so we’re off to a great start!”
Ophelia giggled a bit at the Katje’s affections but then her sleep-addled mind caught up with her words and her mouth opened in horror.
“It was just a misunderstanding, Erica please!” Nameless moved over and embraced Ophelia to calm her fears.
“Misunderstanding or not master, you have bruises on your head and neck! Come inside and have a drink?” Milly took him by the hand and tried to lead him inside.
“Yes I think we’ve all had enough excitement for now, I am sorry for how my girls treated you. Jez here has the best of intentions but tends to see the worst in people, and Kala, mighty thewed warrior she may be, but she has yet to learn the difference between knowing how to fight and knowing when to fight.”
Calmly she reached under the Amazon’s hide-skirt and pinched her ass to lessen the sting from her words. The Amazon gave a surprisingly girlish squeak given her size.
“Eah ieye aa ea-ee hooey!” Jez, her tongue still wrapped around Miranda, tried to speak.
She hopped off of her back and tried again when her tongue found its way back into her mouth.
“Yeah, I am really sorry!”
“Why did you think I was a… a rapist anyways?”
“Oh! Well that’s because Kala told me that small men usually have small penises! And she also told me that men with weak penises are no good in bed, and men who can’t satisfy women often resort to trying to rape them instead!” Her tone was matter of fact, as if it was the most logical thing in the world.
Nameless wished he hadn’t asked.
“Well, you can tell Kala that I was choking on my Master’s fat dick just the other day! So he may be small but his equipment ain’t!” Erica announced aggressively, her hand finding its way to Nameless’s crotch.
“Yeah! Master’s thingy is perfectly big enough for me!” Milly’s hand joined Erica’s, though her cheeks held a slight blush.
“Oh dear! Well, I have seen him naked and so I will have to agree with my bond-sister’s sentiment!” Ophelia’s hand hesitantly patted the back of Milly’s, wanting to show a united front.
Kala, Jez and even Jan were all giving his groin speculative looks.
“And with that image now stuck in my mind, I’m going back to Paul’s! Come on girls, that old farmer has a nice big bed in the guestroom for us to wreck. Milly, thanks again for the milk.”
Miranda figured that now would be a good time to make her exit, half expecting the kid’s head to explode his face was so red.