“The harpy tribe lives over here,” Andric said, pointing up one of the nearby mountains. “I would like to escort Tatiana home, considering that she kindly accompanied me on my visit to the cat tribe. It’s been a pleasure getting to know you a bit, Lord Necromancer. Good to see you again as well, Vidalia. Lady Mariella.” He dipped his head to the ladies in a small bow. “And best of luck to Miss Kistana in the bodyguard role.”

  “Enchanted to meet you,” agreed Tatiana, with an expression that rode the line between sincerity and some sort of mockery Tybalt did not quite understand.

  “The pleasure was all mine,” the necromancer said, looking back and forth between the two. “I look forward to working together.”

  “See you back on our mountain,” said Vidalia. “And thank you again, Tatiana, for fighting for our village.”

  “Andric makes it hard to say no,” the harpy replied with an eloquent shrug. She flipped her long, loose hair to the side. “And I’ll happily accept the escort home.”

  She’s definitely romantically interested in him, Tybalt thought. Was he planning to balance her with Victoria and Vidalia, or is he just using her feelings to get an ally who’s loyal to him even when it goes against her own self-interest?

  The necromancer discounted the idea that Andric simply didn’t know, since the foxman had spent far more time with her than Tybalt had. Her body language made it fairly obvious. She always faced toward Andric when he was talking, even when he wasn’t speaking to her. She played with her hair when he looked at her and leaned into him and showed other little signs of fascination. She had deferred to him on political matters and repeatedly said things that seemed intended to build him up and emphasize her personal loyalty to him.

  Maybe he knows, and he’s letting her try to win him over? As the foxman began climbing up the cliffside, the harpy flapping alongside him, Tybalt smiled. Maybe we don’t have to be at odds.

  Then he felt a hand on his ass, cupping and squeezing. He almost jumped at her touch, before Vidalia whispered into his ear.

  “I had to keep my hands off you all that time, it was unbearable.”

  “Oh, yeah?” Tybalt said, swallowing.

  One of her hands crept around to the front of his pants and began running slowly up and down his crotch.

  “Oh, yeah,” she replied in a sultry tone. “I loved everything about what you did back in the catfolk village. It was so much better than in my dreams.” She lowered her voice even further. “You make me so wet.”

  Now? Tybalt thought. They were still within sight of Andric and Tatiana.

  “I do enjoy hearing about that,” he said slowly.

  “I was a little annoyed about the slutty catgirls trying to get in your pants,” she whispered. “But you’re mine and Mariella’s, not theirs. So they had to give up.” She spoke those last words in a voice of mock sadness.

  “We’re right where those two can see us if they just turn around,” Tybalt said quietly. “Unless we’re not keeping this thing private anymore, I think we need to wait…”

  “Let’s go down there.” Vidalia pointed into a gulch where it looked like the mountain had been split by a stream long ago. “So I can show you exactly what I think.” She licked her lips, and then the tip of her tongue flicked out and touched Tybalt’s ear lobe.

  “Oh, yeah?” Tybalt tried to keep his excitement out of his voice. “Before we’re officially…?”

  “Oh, that… I don’t know if I care right now. Plus, there are things we can do that don’t technically constitute sex. You showed me how, remember? So many different ways to please you…”

  Tybalt swallowed. “The others are still really close…”

  Vidalia pulled her head away from Tybalt’s, shot a cursory look up the cliff at Andric and Tatiana, and then turned back to where Mariella and Kistana stood nearby.

  “Mariella, you agree that it’s my turn with Tybalt, right?” the foxgirl asked urgently.

  “Your turn…? Um, oh, yeah.” Mariella nodded, quickly getting over her surprise. “What are you going to…?”

  “I want to go into that gulch with him, but we need to make sure no one comes in. If either of you sees anyone coming, or even flying overhead, shout a warning, all right?” She looked back and forth between Mariella and Kistana. The latter, Tybalt noticed, looked almost paralyzed.

  Poor girl, he thought. This is her first experience of us, and we’re being lewd and asking her to run cover for our public indecency. But it will not be the last… It’s something she’ll have to get used to.

  “All right!” exclaimed Kistana, her voice almost a shout. “Y-you can count on me!” Her face had turned bright red.

  “You too,” the necromancer said, pointing at the two mummies. “Stand guard at the entrance.”

  They nodded mutely.

  Tybalt turned to look up at the other two beastfolk, but Andric and Tatiana did not seem to have heard, even though the conversation over the last minute had felt very loud to him.

  “Well, you heard!” Vidalia said, grabbing hold of Tybalt’s arm. She began half-dragging him forward into the gulch, her tail thwapping back and forth hard against his legs.

  “Yeah,” Tybalt said, still a little stunned at the sudden turn of events. He was pleased, just surprised. He was also getting hard very quickly now. He could smell Vidalia’s arousal. Those intense pheromones were probably part of why his manhood was inflating so rapidly.

  “I want you inside me so bad,” Vidalia groaned, half under her breath.

  She pulled Tybalt into the shadows and immediately attacked his neck with hot lips and teeth, biting and sucking like they had limited time.

  Her hand snaked down and groped his shaft, fingers stroking hard and fast. He felt the urgency she had been hiding beneath her quiet exterior the entire time the others had been there.

  “You’re so strong, Tybalt,” Vidalia said into his ear in between love bites. “I loved the way you took command of them. Told them how it’s going to be. It’s better in real life than in the dreams. I loved the way you dominated them.”

  She grabbed one of his hands, which had been roaming up and down her waist as Tybalt caught up to the foxgirl’s intensity. She lifted her dress and guided his hand up between her slender thighs until he touched the damp surface of her underclothes.

  “Feel how wet I am?” she asked.

  Tybalt slid the thin strip of cloth aside and touched her, stroking over her lower lips with three fingers. She was very slick and wet.

  “Mm.” She shuddered and groaned quietly.

  The hands that had guided his in between her legs released him and began unbuttoning his pants.

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  “I want to feel you…”

  She pulled out his rod, rubbed the tip affectionately with the palm of her hand, and then lifted her leg over it, pulling herself over him. She held onto his shoulder with one hand, while the other guided his tip to her entrance.

  “I want you so bad right now,” she whispered.

  Flesh met flesh, soft and wet rubbing against hard and stiff.

  She rubbed against him, let out a low moan, and shook slightly.

  “If you wanted to do it, I wouldn’t be able to stop you right now,” Vidalia whispered. “I’m too excited. If you wanted to seduce me right now, I… I’m basically incapable of refusing.” She slid slowly up and down on his shaft, leaving a wet trail along his abdomen and, of course, on his manhood.

  “Are you, uh, trying to get, um, kicked out?” Tybalt asked, barely able to breathe around little grunts. His hips gently swung forward, providing extra friction for the foxgirl as she ground herself against him. “That’s what you said would happen if I break your hymen, right? It’s a beastfolk thing? You’re supposed to stay a virgin until—”

  “Yeah,” she said with a note of sadness. “But… then we could do… this all night outside, at least. You could take me on the ground, against the cliffs, in the stream…”

  She let out a little moan, and Tybalt thought he felt a small surge of moisture and heat at her entrance.

  Did she just contract a little? He wasn’t inside of her, so it was hard to be certain.

  Vidalia started muttering to herself. “Maybe it’s all right if I… just the tip…”

  She opened her legs a little wider, guided his tip in, and Tybalt suddenly felt the snug warmth of her entrance, wrapped around him.

  “Oh, gods, that feels so good,” she said. “Why the fuck would I wait? Why? Why am I not doing this every day? Oh…” She let out another, shuddering breath. “If you just pushed in with one little thrust, it would be over, wouldn’t it? This battle with myself? If you break me once, I’m not a virgin anymore…”

  “We… shouldn’t,” Tybalt said. All of his energy and discipline was going into not moving at that moment. As a practical matter, he didn’t want to dishonor Vidalia in the eyes of her tribe and her family, and he also didn’t know how doing that would affect his standing with the beastfolk. They were far more sexually conservative than his own people, he already knew.

  “Yeah…” she said. She took a deep breath. “Right.”

  She swallowed and slowly, carefully pulled off of him. Tybalt’s lower extremity felt suddenly cold and lonely.

  “I guess—” Tybalt began.

  Maybe we could…

  But he stopped in the middle of the sentence, as Vidalia dropped to the ground. In a single smooth motion, she landed on her knees and thrust her open mouth at his manhood as if she wanted to swallow it.

  “Oh,” Tybalt said.

  She got about half of him into her mouth, and then he heard her gag.

  “Ugh.” Vidalia pulled off of it and coughed. “All right. That’s… that part’s a lot easier in dreams. Just a little at a time, then.” She looked up into Tybalt’s eyes and winked. “I’ll get the hang of this. Practice makes perfect, right?”

  With one hand, she grabbed his ass and pulled him closer, kissing the head and licking circles around it.

  With the other hand, she hitched up her dress again and began playing with herself, fingers stroking wetly between her legs, strands of fluid clinging from her fingertips up to the middle of her palm.

  She let out little grunts and groans into his manhood as she kissed and sucked at the tip. Tybalt’s hands finally got involved again, as he caressed her cheek and rubbed at her big fox ears. She let out a long moan as Tybalt squeezed and groped her left ear, then began rubbing at herself harder.

  She brought her hand from his ass to his shaft again and began alternately jerking it, kissing it, licking it, and sucking as much as she could fit into her mouth.

  “I love this thing,” she said in one of the rare moments when her mouth wasn’t busy.

  “It’s pretty great,” agreed another female voice.

  Then Tybalt felt a pair of lips on his neck, and another hand descended to lovingly caress his manhood alongside Vidalia.

  The smell of rosemary confirmed that it was Mariella, not that he really needed the clue.

  Tybalt’s hand that had been caressing Vidalia’s cheek dropped to her right breast. He squeezed the small mound of flesh roughly and rubbed the large, hard nipple through her dress with his thumb.

  That intensified the stroking she was doing between her legs again.

  “How does it feel, having two women serving you, my lord?” Mariella whispered in his ear. One of her hands continued working with Vidalia to masturbate him. The other ran up and down his back, massaging and caressing and occasionally squeezing his ass. “Is this pleasure worthy of a future king?”

  You’re getting… really into the role playing…

  Suddenly, he felt an intense, wet pressure around his shaft. He looked down at Vidalia. The foxgirl had let go of his manhood with her hands and sucked two-thirds of it into her mouth. She looked very uncomfortable, but she gave Tybalt something like a smile as best she could with her mouth full of him.

  He could tell she had exceeded her limit. She pulled slightly off of him, then sucked him deeper. He could feel her swallowing as intense sucking.

  Mariella kissed and sucked at Tybalt’s neck and ears, then kissed her way down his chest, all the way to his hips. She kissed down the center of his abdomen until her lips found the base of his shaft. She kissed and licked it, then rubbed it back and forth with her hand.

  Meanwhile, Vidalia continued pulling off and pushing back in, licking and sucking as much of his shaft as she could take at any given moment.

  Pressure began to build up.

  Vidalia pulled back a little further, so only the third of him closest to the tip was in her mouth, and she and Mariella both massaged the rest of him with their hands, both women looking up into his eyes as if seeking his approval. Both of them were touching themselves, he saw, Mariella’s hand having unbuttoned and slipped inside her pants at some point when he wasn’t paying attention.

  Both women rubbed back and forth, Vidalia sucking and licking, fingers rubbing hotly between their legs, until Tybalt saw Vidalia’s body begin to shudder with her orgasm. She was barely moving on his shaft, but her expression of bliss put him over the edge. With no warning, he released into the hot confines of her mouth.

  Her hands fell to her bare thighs, her full attention shooting back to what was happening in between her lips. She looked him in the eyes as she swallowed. It took three gulps for her to get it all down.

  Then she released him from her mouth, licked her lips, took a couple of deep breaths, and smiled. Her face was very pink from her exertions.

  “Did you, um, like it?” she asked.

  “Yeah,” he said in a low voice.

  “Mm,” said Mariella, who was still touching herself.

  Tybalt and Vidalia looked at each other, Tybalt nodded meaningfully, and they both attacked Mariella at once, kissing opposite sides of her neck and groping her breasts and ass.

  A minute later, she shook with her own orgasm.

  Then they were all still, kneeling next to each other, embracing, occasionally letting out a quiet little chuckle.

  “I don’t know what’s funny,” Mariella said after one of those shared laughs. She buttoned her pants again.

  “Weren’t you supposed to be guarding the entrance to the gulch?” asked Vidalia, smiling and leaning her head against Mariella’s chest.

  “I never actually said I was doing that,” the fire mage replied, blushing furiously. “And Tybalt has a bodyguard now, plus two powerful undead. Four people guarding a tiny entrance like that is redundant.”

  “Plus, you recognized that you could do more good inside the gulch,” Tybalt said, smirking.

  “Tybalt…” Mariella spoke his name in a sort of pleading tone.

  “Come to think of it, you chose your moment really carefully,” said Vidalia.

  “I waited to jump in until I was sure this wasn’t actually going to be your first time… sleeping with him,” said Mariella, face burning bright red. “I know you’ll want that to be special, and I wouldn’t want to interrupt it.”

  So, you were just going to watch, at that point? Tybalt thought. He didn’t say it, though.

  “The three of us fit together really well, Mariella,” Vidalia said quietly. “I do want my first time to be just with Tybalt, but after that… we can share nights sometimes.”

  “We had already discussed the idea,” Mariella replied, trying to sound calm and dignified despite her bright red cheeks. “I see no reason not to do that. We’ll make note of it when we make up the schedule.”

  With a great effort of will, Tybalt kept himself from laughing.

  “As for you, my future king, how would you like to wake up to something like that every morning?” Vidalia asked sweetly.

  The necromancer’s mind went blank, and his face drained of color. He nodded.

  “You know, I think I’d like that,” Tybalt said in a forced tone of calm.

  Yes. This is my life now.