Chapter 1968: Mischievous Ladies
Quinlan rested against the tiled wall of the inn’s enormous bath with Vex astride one thigh and Blossom perched on the other.
Steam drifted over a room full of gleaming skin and thoroughly satisfied women. Lucille lounged against the edge with her long caramel hair floating behind her, naked body flushed from her throat to her breasts. Ayame had sunk until the water covered everything below her nose, leaving only bright blue eyes and damp black hair above the surface.
Kitsara looked particularly marvelous. The foxkin lay sprawled across a pile of towels beside the bath with all five tails hanging limp around her, her white hair stuck to her cheeks and her legs still parted, shivering occasionally from the aftermath of what had been done to her.
Quinlan’s seed gleamed between her thighs, and the dazed smile on her face had survived several minutes without weakening.
He had done a number on all of them.
They had spent the night crossing an open sea without sleep, then fought a brutal battle against pirates before finally reaching Sarthal. The hot water had washed away the blood and salt. Quinlan had taken care of the tension that remained with equal thoroughness, leaving his women glowing with joy.
Now Vex held his face between both hands and kissed him with lazy hunger. Her tongue slid over his while Blossom nuzzled his cheek, waiting with surprising patience until the hexwitch pulled back for breath.
"Blossom’s turn~"
The dogkin captured his mouth. Her fluffy tail swished through the water while Quinlan filled both hands with the soft butts resting on his thighs.
Vex watched their tongues meet for several seconds, then leaned across his chest. The three of them shared his mouth in a wet, messy tangle, humming and giggling.
The rest of the women treated the ongoing makeout session as part of the bath.
Seraphiel had pressed one long ear against the wall dividing their bathing room from Marielle’s chamber. Her naked behind remained lifted toward the bath while she listened, and one hand covered her mouth to contain another fit of laughter.
"She’s still bitching..." the elf whispered.
Kitsara raised her head from the towels.
"I envy her energy."
"Misery is a powerful fuel." Ayame surfaced far enough to speak such wise words.
"Andre has been massaging her shoulders for a full hour, trying to calm her nerves," Sera conveyed. "She keeps hissing when he tries to touch her thighs or lower back, though."
𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
At that, the conversing women turned wryly toward the makeout trio, watching their man cup two round asses with immense possessiveness.
The contrast between the two men was far too much.
"Poor bastard." Lucille smiled into her folded arms. "Should’ve left her a long time ago."
"She isn’t even rich," Kitsara managed to mutter between two shivers originating from her core. "Or hot."
"Not everyone gets to pick and choose. A high level mage is as good of a wife candidate as many can hope for," Serika offered from her spot, lounging comfortably.
"Well, we don’t really know what’s high level here," Aurora countered.
"We should consider level hundreds as mid-tiers for now," Kaelira offered.
Sera’s shoulders began shaking. She pushed her ear harder against the wall as Marielle’s voice rose on the other side.
"Now she says we corrupted his mind with unreasonable expectations of marriage. Oh! And every woman in this inn has apparently abandoned all standards of decency."
Kitsara rolled onto her back and displayed every absent standard she possessed.
"Miss maid kept looking at Quinnie’s cock. I think we provided her with the most memorable day in her career."
Lucille splashed water across the foxkin’s stomach.
"I’d bet money on that. You’re far too shameless!"
"You’re one to speak!" Kitsara hissed, not liking the sudden water hitting her delicate skin. "You’re the one who wanted to be slammed against her wall!"
"W-well, I just didn’t want to be left out of the fun..." Lucille muttered, unable to look into the foxkin’s eyes.
"Sure, sure..."
There had been the entire reason for the girls’ mischief, namely the elf hearing every contemptuous word Marielle aimed at Nessa before the maid escaped their neighbouring room.
Sera proposed that the hateful woman should receive no rest at all, Lucille immediately volunteered to help, and Kitsara treated producing the loudest possible screams as a matter of personal pride.
The other women had supported their noble cause with great enthusiasm.
Quinlan had merely played along with the prank his ladies cooked up.
"Tell me if she mentions the gags again," Kitsara requested. "At this point in my professional Quinnie sucking career, I actually had to try to make those sounds. They no longer come naturally."
"..." A moment of silence enveloped the room, save for the kissing trio’s sloppy sounds, as everyone else turned to wryly look at the foxkin.
"Actually, me too!" Lucille then broke the silence with jovial laughter. Bashfully, she admitted, "My throat is basically shaped to take him in..."
"...You two are proud of the weirdest things ever..." Ayame muttered dryly. "My favorite moment was her announcing that Andre has less than a quarter of Quin’s size. She looked straight at the poor man while she said it."
"And then confirmed she’d seen him hard..." Kaelira added.
The women broke into renewed laughter. Even Vex separated from Blossom long enough to grin at Andre’s destruction, although the dogkin used the opening to lunge and take Quinlan’s mouth fully.
"She really took everything from that guy," Kitsara decided. "His money, his pride, his remaining will to live..."
"He still has the other slipper," Serika pointed out.
That got Sera.
The elf slid down the wall laughing, one arm wrapped around her stomach. "She’ll hear you..." Lucille buried her face against the edge of the bath while Ayame disappeared beneath the water again, bubbles escaping around her as she failed to contain herself.
Marielle began hammering against the other side.
"They’re laughing at me! Andre!!!"
"The innkeeper promised me the walls aren’t thin enough to hear normal conversation..."
"Do not take their side! I know these cunts heard us!"
Sera pressed both hands over her mouth. Her long ears trembled with the effort of keeping the next laugh inside.
Blossom’s nose twitched against Quinlan’s cheek.
She paused halfway into another kiss and turned toward the open window. The afternoon breeze carried the harbour’s salt into the room, mixed with smoke, unfamiliar spices, and food being cooked somewhere in the streets below.
"Master... Blossom still doesn’t know that smell."
Quinlan followed her gaze past the courtyard roofs. They had seen the harbour and walked through the city, yet hearing the wonder in her voice made the distance they had crossed settle over the room.
Ayame rose from the water and pushed her hair away from her face.
"We’re really here, huh...?"
The laughter softened.
They were naked together in a bath belonging to an inn on another continent. Outside that window lived races they had never encountered, food they had never tasted, cities and ruins that had never appeared on any map they knew.
An actual dragon claimed the land beneath them, and people stronger than anyone born beneath the Heavenly Restriction treated this enormous world as their home.
For their entire lives, leaving Iskaris was not even a concept they entertained. It was just that outlandish of an idea.
Now the sea lay behind them.
Quinlan looked around at his women. Their bodies were tired and bruised beneath the clean skin, but excitement was already returning to their faces.
"A different continent," Lucille murmured. Her green eyes moved toward the window. "We actually crossed the sea."
"And met dragonkin on our first day," Seraphiel added, abandoning Marielle to hurry back to the bath, snuggling between Serika and Kaelira. "Real dragonkin! Did you see that woman’s tongue?!"
"I saw where she was looking while she used it," Vex replied.
Her arms tightened possessively around Quinlan’s neck.
Ayame drifted closer and rested her arms across his knees.
"An Adventurer’s Guild is waiting for us. We can take contracts, travel wherever we please, explore whatever interesting things we find." Her smile widened with every word. "Quin, there is so much to see."
"And eat!" Blossom remembered, bouncing on his thigh. "Master promised Blossom a food adventure!"
Kitsara lifted one limp tail from the towels.
"Foreign food, foreign monsters, foreign beds... Best honeymoon ever~"
The room erupted around Quinlan as his women began talking over one another. Exhaustion had delayed their excitement until they finally felt safe enough to relax, and now every possibility seemed to arrive at once.
Quinlan listened with Vex and Blossom warm against him, surrounded by the women he had brought across the sea.
"We’ll see all of it," he promised.
By the time the inn’s staff brought food upstairs, the family had reluctantly left the bath and dressed. Quinlan sat beside the open window with a plate while Blossom discovered which of the unfamiliar dishes she wanted again.
All of them, apparently.
The Lilies had taken rooms farther down the corridor. They joined the family after bathing, Lilith arriving with her silver hair still damp and Void, for once, walking on her own two feet.
"Ready?" the captain asked. "I want to see how the Guild differs here."
Quinlan set his empty plate down. Synchra closed over his face as he stood, and Seraphiel checked Kaelira’s hood before pulling up her own.
"Let’s find out."
...
Following Narethi’s directions through the afternoon traffic, they found the Adventurer’s Guild by a square crowded with wagons. Quinlan could hear an argument about a damaged wheel before he reached the door.