Chapter 137: Chapter 137

“So, you should confide in me some,” Aurea said, when round two was over. “It’s what lovers do.”

I started to tell her about push mowers. The crowd drifted away, and in some sense, Aurea did too. She interrupted me. “No, no. Something interesting.”

“Let’s go inside,” I said.

“Away from people watching? What if we decide to fuck again?”

“I suppose we could go back out.”

“But they’d go away, thinking the show is over.”

“It’s going to be dark soon, anyway.” I had a moment of inspiration. “But I have electric lights inside. And a few of my other lovers are around, I’m sure they’d be willing to be an audience.”

Aurea grinned. “Or join in.”

“Or join in,” I agreed.

I led her inside, and to the room where I slept.

“Are we going to sleep together?” Aurea asked. She looked excited.

“Uh, I promised this night to –” I had to stop, and think. “Gren.”

“The more the merrier,” Aurea said, with a wave of her hand.

“If Gren is cool with it,” I said. “But if not, it’s her night.”

“Surely she doesn’t mind being skipped,” Aurea said. “I mean, she’s already carrying your baby, after all. There’s no real point to it.”

“Nope,” I said. “My hoard, my rules. Besides, sleeping and fucking aren’t the same thing.” I lay down on the bed, and patted for her to join me.

She lay down next to me, pressing her chest against me. “You admit she’s part of your hoard, then.”

I kinda wanted to say yes, because it was putting things in terms Aurea was comfortable with, but at the same time, I didn’t own Gren. She wasn’t property. So I changed the subject. “I’m sending a delegation to the gnomes northwest of you,” I told her. “Lysandra, and Valeria, and a few others. They’ll be gone for weeks.”

“Ah! You’ve already knocked them up. Congratulations!”

I blinked. “What? How does that follow?”

“You don’t have any need of them for a few weeks, because they’re already pregnant,” Aurea said. “You could send Gren away, too.”

I shook my head. “I’m sending them because they are the best people for the job,” I said. “I’m really, honestly, not that into the whole breeding thing. I mean, it’s fine if it happens, and of course I’ll love my kids, but it’s not a fetish. If I couldn’t have kids at all, I’d be fine with that. I’m still building something that matters here, and we need some gnomes to help us.”

Aurea looked at me. “But if you aren’t just trying to get rid of them for a while so you can spend more time with me and some of your other women, then why not just ask me for a ride? I can get you there in a few hours.”

“Sure. No need to go around anything. Besides, riding in on a dragon is always a good way to make an impression.”

“Um, yes, I imagine it is. I didn’t even think of it.”

“In this situation, I’m pretty sure I’m the best person for the job.”

“I didn’t even realize it was okay to ask, actually.”

“Well,” she said, snuggling up. “Now that I’m part of your hoard.” She reached out and started stroking the lips of my pussy.

“Um, yes. Thank you.” I wasn’t sure whether I was thanking her for the offer, or what she was doing with her hand.

“Besides, Abby, when have I ever objected to you riding me? And you let me ride you. What would the problem be?”

“Right.” A few hours. That was convenient. Did it change whether I should go or not? I thought it did, and I also wasn’t sure Aurea would be as eager to provide a ride if I wasn’t doing the riding. “Can I bring the others along?”

“Sure, Abby. I like an audience when you’re riding me, you know that. Just women, though.”

I could take Gren instead of Rargar I guess. “Okay,” I said.

She pivoted and threw her legs over my face. Her pussy was still messy with my cum, and for a moment I hesitated. Then I shrugged. What the hell, it wasn’t really a problem. She slipped my cock into her mouth. I started licking. We were both tasting our mingled juices, and her long, prehensile tongue felt amazing.

She stopped, suddenly, and pulled away just when I thought she was on the edge of orgasm.

“Hey everyone!” She yelled. “Abby and I are about to fuck, if anyone wants to watch!” Then, in a lower voice: “We’ll wait a little, and see who comes. Besides, I thought you might be about to blow, and I don’t want to waste any of that when it can go right here.” She patted her belly.

Kendala came in and knelt by the bed. Jill yelled, “Seen it before!” Lysandra walked in and smirked.

Then Aurea straddled me and rode me until we both came.

Aurea was reluctant about taking a goblin, as it turned out. There was still some bad blood there. She was willing to make an exception for Maggie, but I wasn’t willing to have the fiery half-pint along on a diplomatic mission, so we ended up without a goblin. In the end, I took Gren, Valeria, Lysandra, Inka, and Betsy – and Lesseth, of course. I also had a lot of trade goods and gadgets to show off in the bag of holding.

I left Jill and Kathy in charge of Blowhaven and promised that we would not be gone long. Then, one by one, we climbed up onto the back of the giant dragon.

The seating was not comfortable. Basically, one had to find a spot in between two of the large scales that made a ridge on her back, and it was pretty cramped. I had to put my  legs on each side of the scale in front, and even if I scooted all the way forward, the scale behind pressed up against my back. To alleviate the pressure on my back, I had to rub my pussy and balls up against the scale in front. When I got tired of that, I could make my back hurt instead. Even a few hours of this was not going to be fun, and I imagined the others were in a similar situation. Without the testicles in the way, of course.

And that was before Aurea took off. After that, I just had to hold on for dear life, thinking that it might actually be more comfortable to fly off and fall through the air to the ground below. Of course, I’d also be dead. Aurea kept flying higher, until I couldn’t make out individual trees.

In short, it was terrifying. I wasn’t the only one who thought so, clearly, because Inka and Lysandra were screaming their heads off behind me.

“Just hang on!” I shouted. I didn’t know if they could hear me or if my words were drowned out by the rushing wind.

It didn’t get better when Aurea decided it would be a good demonstration of our power to do several tight, dizzying circles over the gnomish village.

It gave me a good look, though, as long as I could avoid barfing all over their town. There were little hills in which burrows had been dug, and only a few actual buildings. The buildings that were visible had rounded roofs. There weren’t a lot of gnomes outside, but they noticed us and pointed upward. Soon, other gnomes came out of the burrows and looked up as well.

Aurea flew off to a spot a few hundred feet away from the village, and started to land. I teleported off her as soon as the ground was in reach. It was hard to stand. I liked being rubbed in all my private bits, but not like that. I counted heads, and made sure everyone was still with us. I got to what I thought was the right number.

Lesseth popped out of the bag. “Well,” she said. “That was fast. Thank you, Aurea.”

“That was terrifying,” Lysandra said. “I thought I was going to die.”

“That was amazing,” Inka said. “Oh my god. Could you build a device to do that? It was like I had to keep grinding the whole time. I mean, Abby, you’re amazing and all, but I’ve never had so many orgasms before! I can hardly walk.”

Lysandra gave her a look.

“Like riding a bear,” Betsy said. “Except you can’t tie its legs up to make it stop bucking.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” I said.

“Speaking of tying,” Valeria said. “I think tying us to the dragon might make the whole experience safer.”

Aurea transformed. “I’m right here, don’t go talking about me in the third person. Well, Abby? How long did it take?”

I looked at my watch. “Two hours, three minutes,” I said.

Aurea grinned. “I told you I was fast. And that gives me a record to shoot for on the way home.”

Lysandra paled at the thought. I sympathized. I wondered if people had been so terrified when the first passenger airplanes started service, but at least they got to sit on the inside of the aircraft. Of course, the inside of our aircraft was probably full of digestive juices and poison gas, so I’d stick to the outside. And maybe wrap some padding around the scales.

“Well,” I said. “We’ll walk from here.” I thought I could walk. I mean, my legs could still move, even if I felt a little bowlegged.

“Aurea, maybe you should cover up a bit,” Valeria suggested.

“My bits are covered.”

“I’m not sure those little silver things over your nipples don’t emphasize your nakedness more than they cover it.”

Aurea grinned. “That was my hope. Maybe you should take off some clothes, instead of me covering up.”

I’d chosen to wear jeans and a white t-shirt. “No dress code,” I said. “Let’s just go and be ourselves.” After all, I had no idea what the gnomes would like or not like. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦•𝘯𝘦𝘵

Lesseth got back in the bag. She was the ace up my sleeve. We walked into the village. A bunch of gnomes had assembled and were waiting for us. They weren’t as short as I’d expected, nor as short as they’d looked from the air. The tallest of them was nearly five feet tall, and most of them were at least four feet. Some were stout and some were slender. Most of them had hair in vibrant pastels: pinks, lavenders, and sky blues that reminded me of cotton candy.

I stepped forward, to make it clear that I was the leader. One of them did too, a male with blue-gray hair and an oversized nose.

“Hi. We come in peace.”

“That’s good,” he said. “I am President Bing. But why did you come at all?”

“I am Queen Abby of Abbyland.” I smiled. “Pleased to meet you, your, er, excellency. I understand you have artificers here capable of duplicating objects,” I said. “I want to hire one, or more.”

“We have heard of you,” Bing said. “What is it you want duplicated? One of your famous paintings, perhaps? We’ve already done that twice, for elves, but surely you could just paint a new one.”

I shook my head, not wanting to go into how my “paintings” were made. Those I could duplicate already, as long as our ink supply held out. “It’s not one thing. I want to hire someone to work with us on an ongoing basis.”

I shook my head. “That would be complicated,” I said. “Back in Abbyland.”

“Where exactly is Abbyland?”

I tried to describe it as best I could.

“And what –” he began, and then stopped as a guy with green-apple colored hair tapped him on the shoulder. He listened for a moment, and then looked at me. “I’m afraid it’s impossible for any of our people to go with you. You might as well leave now.”

“I have been informed that you have the soul of Enash within you. We cannot do business with such as you. Goodbye.”

Did someone mention my name?