Soul Gem Collector Chapter 4 (Sex Scene)

I laid on the bed to admire Aylara’s outfit, the way the black leather straps hugged her breasts, and then wrapped around her body before they flowed into a gauzy black skirt that barely covered her butt when she twirled around.

“What do you think?” she asked with a bright smile.

“You look gorgeous,” I said. “Why don’t you come a little closer so that I can inspect it in detail?” I patted my thighs with a smirk as I propped myself up on my elbows.

“Gladly,” she winked as she sashayed over to me and then climbed onto my lap.

She wiggled her hips, and my pants got tighter as my cock stiffened. She leaned down to press her lips to mine, and her tongue ran over my bottom lip before I opened my mouth to deepen the kiss.

I shifted so I could sit all the way up, then I ran my hand up her thigh until my fingers ran along her silky slit before I gently thrust my finger inside of her.

“Zayre,” Aylara gasped when I began to massage her clit, and the walls of her tunnel began to clench as she ground herself against my hand. “Oh, yes, yes!” She gasped as I pressed another finger inside of her, and my palm was now slick with her juices as she started to shiver. She let out a scream of ecstasy as she came, and I felt her warm tunnel squeeze down on my fingers as her passion cascaded through her.

“I want to taste you,” I said as I licked her sweet wetness from my fingers.

“Yes, please,” she breathed as she began to kiss my neck. She nibbled on my earlobe while she ground down against the bulge in my pants, and it took all my self-control not to throw her onto the mattress and claim her, but my mouth watered at the memory of her sweetness, and the need to lick deep inside her tunnel overwhelmed me.

I laid back on the bed, lifted her petite body until she was above my face, and then lowered her down onto my eagerly waiting mouth.

She gasped as I ran my tongue along her silky walls before I focused my attention on her throbbing button. She clenched her thighs around my head as she began to tremble, her hips bucked against my tongue as I brought her closer to her climax, and her walls began to quiver as her moans grew louder and louder.

“Zayre,” she gasped. “Oh Zayre, your tongue is magical!” She shivered as she came again. Her delicious wetness dripped into my mouth, and I ran my tongue along her lips to make sure I got every last drop.

“You are delicious,” I said as I lifted her up, and then slid her down the length of my body.

“I need you inside of me,” she whispered while she tugged at the strings on my pants. “I need you now.”

“As you wish,” I grinned. “But there’s a position I want to try.”

“Oh really?” she asked when she freed me, her fingers traced my length, and I bit back a groan as my cock jumped underneath her touch.

“Yes,” I said. “I want to sit with my legs crossed, you’ll sit with your back to me, and your legs wrapped around me while you lean forward.”

“Interesting,” she winked as she got up from my lap, and I immediately missed the warmth of her. “Well… get into position.” She shooed me back, her tail curled and uncurled behind her, and her cheeks glowed with the remnants of her pleasure.

I did as I was bid, I scooted back until I was almost on the headboard, and then crossed my legs. I patted my thighs with a grin, my eyes devoured her as she crawled across the mattress towards me on all fours, and then turned around when she got to me. I helped her get into position, my hands held her around her leather clad middle until she had gotten her legs around me, and then I helped her slide onto me.

She started to rock back and forth against me while I thrust upwards into her, my hands slid down, and then underneath her skirt as I pressed her harder against me. She started to move faster to keep up pace with me, her tunnel tightened around my shaft, while she arched backwards.

“I need you to fill me, Zayre,” she moaned as I pressed upwards into her, and then with another shout of pleasure, she reached her climax.

Shivers ran up and down my spine as I neared my own orgasm. My balls ached to release my seed deep inside of her, and passion raced through my veins as I watched her arch backwards onto me.

“Zayreeeee…” my lover begged as her tunnel squeezed my cock. “Please… fill me uppppp…”

“Yesss…” I followed her climax seconds after she let out a scream of pleasure, and my seed pulled from my balls to fill her.

Our climaxes lasted what felt like five minutes, but then we descended our peaks together with shuddering breaths. I shivered with remnants of ecstasy as Aylara sat up and leaned against me. I bit her shoulder playfully before she wriggled against me and sighed.

“Have I made it up to you?” I teased when she slid off my lap so she could turn around and start to kiss along my jawline.

“For now,” she whispered. “Though I may require more later.”

“I’ll always be willing to beg forgiveness,” I whispered against her neck.

“Good,” she laughed. “I’m sure you’re going to have lots to make up for.” She yawned, and she let out a little squeak before she got off me, then jumped off the bed.

“You’re probably right,” I agreed as I followed her. “Where are you going so soon?” I snagged her around the waist, then pulled her against me so I could run my tongue along one of her halfmoon ears.

“Mmm,” she moaned as she leaned against me. “I’m hungry. And we need to check in with the others.”

“True,” I said, and then released her to make myself more presentable. My stomach growled before I was done, and Aylara laughed.

“Come on,” she said as she grabbed my hand. “Let’s get you some food, too. You just pumped me full of your babies, so you definitely need some yummy eats.”

I let her lead me out, and the smell of beanbrew, lamb, and fresh bread washed over me the moment the door opened. I grinned as we walked down the hallway into the newly decorated entertainment room, it was filled with plush couches, one for each of us, and a long, low table that was laden with food.

“I thought you would need beanbrew,” Noura grinned as we joined the group.

She lounged on a deep red, satin chaise with a pillow behind her, and a trencher of fruits, cheeses, and nuts on her long legs. She had changed into a flowing white dress that complimented her dark skin, and her fiery curls were splayed on the pillows behind her.

“Thank you,” I said as I blinked a few times in hopes that if she was still in a glamour, I would be able to catch a glimpse of it, but she remained the same. “Did you take off your disguise?”

“We’ve all been back to ourselves since we closed the door behind us,” she answered with a bob of her head in confirmation of her words.

“You couldn’t tell?” Taslyn asked from her own black couch, her long black dress was draped over her legs, and her tail was curled around to rest on her thigh so she could use it to prop up her book.

“I was-- uhh-- distracted,” I said with a shrug and a glance over to the mouse-girl who squatted down next to the table to fill a trencher of food.

“You seemed pretty focused to me,” Aylara teased before she claimed one of the pale pink couches.

“I heard from my friend’s contact,” Janel exclaimed as she walked in from our new kitchen. “Oh! Aylara that looks so cute on you.” She ran her green eyes over the petite mouse-girl’s leather bodice, down to the gauzy skirt that barely touched the middle of her thighs, and then back up.

“Thanks,” the platinum blonde squeaked. “We can get you one too.”

“Really?” my elvenborn wife smiled so bright she almost glowed. “Do you think it would look good on me though?”

“Definitely,” I said as I wrapped my arms around her and then gave her a kiss.

“Oh… I got side-tracked,” Janel huffed at herself when we broke apart. “My friend’s contact at the castle, Silna, said she can meet us tonight at seven. At a bar called Moon and Bears.”

“Tonight?” I asked with a glance outside. It was late morning, but that left us hours before our meeting, and every moment we stayed in the city was another second that the Korlems could find us.

“She works in the kitchen during the lunch hours,” Janel explained. “She said she would need to go home and shower before she went to the bar or everyone would get suspicious.”

“Do you trust her?” Tas asked.

“I don’t know her,” the elvenborn said as she sat down on the same couch as Aylara. “But my friend, who I do trust, said she should be able to help us.”

“Does she know who we are?” I started to fill a trencher with lamb, roasted vegetables, and rolls.

“I don’t think so,” my wife said. “I think we should be able to go in disguise. She just asked what we wanted with the king.”

“What did you tell her?” I looked around at my girls, all of them stretched out on their own couches, and then decided to sit on a plush black one that faced all of them.

“That we had credible evidence that there was a threat to the kingdom,” Janel answered.

“Will we need a different disguise?” Noura asked before she popped a grape in her mouth.

I took a bite of the lamb, and then closed my eyes as the taste of garlic and meat washed over my tongue in a blissful pairing. I chewed slowly so I could savor the taste, and so I could think about how I should answer Noura.

“I think we should keep our identity as students at Argent Astra,” I said when I had swallowed my food. “Janel, you could be a bird beastborn. There are a lot of them in the bardic program. And since we’re being connected through a bard it’ll make sense for one of us to be a classmate.”

“Aylara and I can disguise ourselves as divination students,” Tas added. “Though I’d rather be elvenborn or Diaflorian. I won’t be another beastborn.”

“I want to be a cat beastborn!” Aylara said with a mischievous glint in her red eyes. “I’d like to know what it’s like to be a predator. Meee-yowww!”

“I will keep my diaflorian disguise,” Noura said. “I can continue to act as a conjurer.”

“You could definitely blend in with the bards if you want to try that sometime,” Janel said. “Zayre, you should keep with the battle mages.”

“Right,” I nodded my head. “I think I’ll go as an elvenborn.”

“I think I can remember all of that,” my gorgeous djinn girlfriend said, and then ate a piece of brie with a strawberry.

“We should make backups of the amulet and the book we found in the chief’s office,” the redheaded vixen said as she closed her book.

“How long will that take?” I asked before I took a big bite of a buttery roll.

“Most of the afternoon,” she replied. “Noura can copy the book easily enough, we just need something for her to put it in, but the amulet will take a bit of work.”

“Do I need to make another amulet all together?” I set my trencher down on the cushion, and then reached over for a bottle of sparkling water.

“I’ve been reading about it,” Tas said. “I’ll need a mirror, but it won’t have the same symbols. I might need to go to the market to gather ingredients.”

“I can summon everything you need,” Noura said.

“I would prefer that,” I added. “If there are dwarves hiding in the city they might be able to see through any disguises you have on. We should stay inside as much as possible.”

“Alright,” the vixen said. “I’ll write down a list of everything we need.” She put the book down on the back of her couch, and then reached down to pull up the wicker basket she had retrieved from our home.

I focused my efforts on the rest of my lunch, the vegetables were seasoned perfectly, and when I had finished them and the lamb, I added more to my plate. I ate until I was almost stuffed, then set the trencher on the table, and looked around for the beanbrew that I had smelled.

“Here you go,” Tas said as she handed Noura a slip of paper with a neatly printed list.

“I’ll have it all for you in a moment,” the djinn said. “Will you need a place to work?”

“Just a desk big enough to work,” the fox-girl said.

Noura bobbed her head, and then looked around for a space that would be big enough for Taslyn to work. She lifted her hands to summon all of the requested items, and with a snap of her fingers a tall wooden table appeared near the kitchen.

The table had a brown, leatherbound journal on one end, a marble mortar and pestle, and several small bottles with different color liquids. There was a medium sized oval mirror in the middle of the table, just big enough that it would work well in a bathroom, but not so small that it could be easily portable.

“Perfect,” Tas said as she walked over to inspect the ingredients.

She picked up the mirror, turned it around to tap the backing, and then flipped it over to check the reflective surface for defects. When she was satisfied that it was perfect, she set it back down, and then started to flip through the journal.

I stood, wiped my face and hands on a napkin, and joined the redheaded mage at her new work station. I picked up a clear bottle with dark brown liquid, uncorked it, then sniffed it to find out it was a walnut mixture.

“For the runes?” I asked as I held up the glass.

“Yes,” she nodded. “This is all perfect. Thank you, Noura.”

“I’m glad to be of service,” the djinn grinned.

Taslyn walked back over to her couch to retrieve the wicker basket from beside it, and then pulled out the black notebook that we had retrieved from the chief constable’s office.

“Do you think you could copy this while I work on the mirror?” the vixen asked.

“Of course,” the djinn responded as she stood and straightened her white dress.

“What can I help you with?” I picked up the mirror to inspect it. The back would be easy enough to take off if we needed to, the amulet I had created had to have the runes on the inside of the mirror, but this was a copy and not an actual recording device.

“I can handle this,” Tas responded. “I just need the amulet. And you should practice connecting with the dwarf’s powers.”

“I need something that has a glamour on it,” I said as I fished out the amulet from the inner pocket of my coat.

I looked around and wondered if all of the furniture really was new, or if Noura used magic to make it seem better. I didn’t have any changes in my vision, everything in the main room actually was what it appeared to be, so I walked over to the window to stare out into the street.

“I can disguise an object for you,” the gorgeous, flame haired woman said. “You can try to see through it and then see what I have projected.”

“Perfect,” I said as I turned away from the few people that hurried by. “How about one of the bottles on the bar?” I strolled to the counter, the mirror behind it was bright and shiny, and the empty bottles on the shelves glinted in the afternoon light. I picked out a blue one with a fat, bulbous bottom that narrowed into a small spout. “This should be perfect.”

Noura glanced up from the empty journal that she had opened, her eyes narrowed as she focused on the bottle in my hand, and with a snap of her fingers the blue turned purple while it reshaped to become a sphere. She nodded her head in satisfaction, and then turned her attention back to the chief’s black book.

I set the new bottle down, closed my eyes, and then took a deep breath as I reached into my mind to find the dwarf’s presence. He was there, in the back of my mind with Ferox, and though he seemed grudging to interact with me, I could feel the power that washed over me as I got closer to him.

When I was sure that I had tapped into his magic, I opened my eyes and looked at the glass bottle on the counter. For a second, it retained the round, purple shape that Noura had cast on it, but then it shimmered, and it returned to its original blue, bulbous shape that it had before the glamour.

I looked away from it, and let my vision become unfocused before I looked back to see if it would still be the same. I repeated the process for the rest of the afternoon until I could stare at the glass, and then I forced myself to see through the glamour or let myself be fooled by the magic that draped it. When I stopped for dinner, I checked the amethyst and found that the brown swirls inside had barely been affected by the hours of practice.

“We now have copies of the amulet and the black book,” Tas said as she returned the amulet to me.

“Perfect,” I stuffed the locket back into my coat, and then glanced out towards the street before I pulled out my mirror. It was almost time for the meeting. “We need to get into our disguises.” I covered my mouth with my hand as a yawn tugged at my jaw.

“Would you like a cup of beanbrew?” Noura asked as she looked up from the book she had borrowed from Tas.

“Yes, please,” I said with a tired grin. I had practiced for hours without a break, my eyes burned from exhaustion, and my mind was foggy like I had stayed up for an entire day. “Extra strong.”

“How was your training?” Janel asked from the floor where she and Aylara had distracted themselves with a strategy game, and the mouse-girl had taught my wife quite a bit about bluffs.

“Productive,” I grinned as I took the steaming mug of beanbrew from my gorgeous djinn.

“I’m glad.” She smiled at me with adoration.

“This is delicious.” I sipped at the creamy, caramel drink, the energy from it immediately started to course through my veins, and I sighed happily as I began to wake up.

“I thought you could use some sugar with the beanbrew,” Noura smirked.

“You were right,” I said, and then pressed a kiss to her lips.

“I’ve been thinking about what bird I want to be,” my wife said as she stood to stretch. “I was thinking I could be a blue nightingale.”

“I’ve never seen that one before,” the fiery woman said with a sympathetic smile. “I can summon one.”

“Oh,” Janel said. “What birds do you know?”

“I’ve seen sparrows,” Noura replied with a shrug. “They’re not really colorful, though.”

“Sparrows are cute,” Aylara said. “And they have black streaks that could come from your hair.”

“I do like that idea,” the elvenborn said as she nodded along with the idea. “Alright. I would like to be a sparrow, then.” She put her hands on her hips, and then gave us all a bright grin. “I always wondered what it would be like to sing from a beak.”

“It’s only an illusion,” the djinn apologized.

“Oh,” Janel sighed. “Well that’s okay. Shall we then?”

“Yes,” Noura smiled. “I’ll start with you. Aylara, you’ll be next.”

“Can I be a black cat?” the mouse-girl asked.

“Sure,” the fiery haired woman smirked, walked around Janel to take in every inch of my wife so she would know how to make the glamour work best, and then snapped her fingers.

Janel’s image shimmered for a moment, like it had before, but I focused on the illusion rather than what was underneath it, and I was able to see Noura’s work. My bride’s tan skin had been replaced with brown feathers that were streaked with black, her arms had been turned into wings, and her beautiful face had a small beak where her wine red lips had been. She was absolutely adorable in black robes embroidered with tiny birds, and she let out a happy little giggle when she turned to see herself in the mirror at the bar.

“I love it so much,” she clapped her hands together.

“My turn,” Aylara squeaked. “I’m ready to be a predator.” She put her small hands out as she waited for Noura to wrap her in the glamour.

“Anything for my masters,” the djinn giggled with another snap of her fingers.

The mouse-girl ran over to her reflection, then watched as her half-moon ears sharpened, and then how they darkened to a pitch black. She started to bounce on the tips of her toes as her nose changed so she looked more cat-like, and her tail became fluffier. Finally, she stared into her red eyes as they turned green, and her pupil became splitted. She flexed her hands, and small claws popped out, though when she scratched along the wood of the bar, there were no marks left behind.

“I wish I actually had claws,” Aylara pouted but then shook it away with a bright smile. “But I look terrifying. It’s wonderful.”

“I’m glad that you like it,” Noura said with an unsure smile

“I do,” the mouse-girl reassured her. “I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like to be a predator.”

“You’re still a mouse,” Tas teased. “You just look like one of us.”

“Well, it’s as good as I can get,” Aylara stuck her tongue out at the vixen.

“Live it up,” the redhead rolled her eyes.

“I’ll use our disguises from earlier,” my djinn girlfriend told the fox-girl.

“Okay,” Taslyn said as she glanced in the mirror to see the glamour from the carriage ride wash over her. “I did like this one.” She twirled in the pure white dress that was the opposite of her usual black. She had curly, black hair that stood out against her still pale skin, her nose was more pointed, and while her ears had relocated to become closer to an elvenborn, her tail had disappeared completely.

“Zayre,” my wife said as she flapped her fake wings. “It’s your turn.”

“Can I have long hair and a small beard?” I asked.

“Anything for my master,” Noura shrugged, and she snapped her fingers for one last disguise.

I strolled over to see myself, and stood next to Aylara as the mouse-girl admired her cat-like illusion. I watched my dark brown hair lengthen so that it fell below my shoulders, my ears had become pointed, while a stubble on my chin turned into a short, well-kept beard. I no longer had my shirt and pants, or coat, but I did have pockets that lined the inside of my dark brown robes.

“Not bad,” my wife teased as she reached up to run a finger along the edge of my ear. “I could get used to an elvenborn Zayre, but I definitely prefer the human version.”

“Really?” I grinned at her while I wrapped my arms around and brought her close. I expected to feel the beak when I leaned down to kiss her, but found it was her soft lips that met with mine.

“We could definitely add glamours to the bedroom time,” she laughed when we pulled apart. “I’ll be anything you want.”

“That’s brilliant,” Aylara agreed. “Noura, do you think you could keep them up even if you were in climax?”

“I have no idea,” the djinn responded. “I’ve never tried it before. But maybe we can experiment with it later.”

“That does sound fun,” I winked at her, then smiled as she blushed. “But that’ll have to be after our meeting with that woman from the castle.”

“Silna,” Janel provided.

“Right,” I said. “Silna. Okay, let’s go find this bar. It’s the Moon and Bears?”

“Yes,” my wife said.

I sighed, and then ran a hand over my chin like I would feel the beard that I saw in the mirror, but all there was just stubble. I stuffed my hands in my pockets to make sure that my stones and the locket were there, and smiled when my fingers wrapped around the familiar bag of soul gems.

The city was more alive than it had been during the day, at least the red district was as we strolled through it, though other than a cursory glance at us, most of the patrons didn’t pay much attention. The bars were only a few streets over, close to the women of the night for convenience, and the smell of spilled ale and urine washed over me as we turned onto the street.

I spotted the bar easily, its sign stuck out of a dilapidated building with peeling beige paint, and three bears and a full moon were burned into the wood. Underneath the swinging sign were several drunken elvenborn that stumbled towards us, their arms slung over each other as they tried to make it back to tier homes, while one of them hiccuped and sang.

“Wow,” one of the men slurred when he saw Noura. “Do you...are you…”

“Leave the lady alone,” his friend said. “She’s not interested in your drunk ass.”

“I just wanted--” the first guy whined.

“Yeah,” the other man laughed. “We all know what you wanted.”

I nodded my head towards the men as I led my girls around the drunken party, and then towards the door to the bar. It was loud inside, there was a band of humans on the stage with string instruments that sang off-key, though no one seemed to be bothered by the terrible noise.

“Where are you supposed to meet her?” I asked Janel.

“She said she’d be in a booth near the bar,” my bride answered. “She’s supposed to be alone.”

“That’ll be easy to spot,” Tas muttered as she looked at the crowds stuffed into booths or crowded around tables.

“There she is,” I said as I pointed to a young human by herself. “She’s human.”

The woman was in her early twenties, no older than any of us, with golden hair that she had tied in a braid that hung down her back. She had a round face, large breasts, and honey-colored eyes that she swept over the room nervously.

“Yeah,” the elvenborn said. “Apparently she was a servant for my friend’s family.”

“That makes more sense,” Aylara nodded her head. “I’ve never heard of a beastborn that had a human kid.”

I walked over to the booth, and then motioned for my girls to slide in while I borrowed a chair from a nearby table. I waited until all four of them had scooted in, Janel sat on Taslyn’s lap near the wall, and Aylara and Noura were squeezed in next to them.

“Hello,” I said with a warm smile.

“I’m waiting for someone,” the woman sneered.

“You’re waiting for us, Silna,” I told her.

“You’re… Janel?” she asked as she lifted an eyebrow.

“I’m Janel,” my wife said in her best bird-like voice. “That’s my husband, Zayre.”

“Shall we get to business?” I hedged in hopes that the woman wouldn’t become suspicious of who we were.

“I...I can’t get you in,” the human stuttered.

“I thought you said you could,” Tas said.

“I had a plan,” Silna said. “But the castle is in an uproar.” She glanced around, and then lowered her voice as she leaned in. “There’s been talk of a rebellion. There was an attack on the City Watch near your school. Apparently, some of your classmates killed the Chief Constable and then escaped.”

“What?” Aylara gasped. “We hadn’t heard. Oh, that poor man.”

“I hope we don’t know them,” Janel whispered. “Can you imagine? What if they had attacked one of us?”

“That’s all the more reason that we need to see the king,” I urged. “We have information about… Iron Dwarves.” I glanced around the room as I looked for any glamours, though there wasn’t a dwarf in sight, and I relaxed a little.

“Impossible,” the human woman gasped. “They haven’t been seen in a hundred years. At least.”

“It’s true,” Tas said. “We have proof.”

“No,” Silna shook her head as she began to scoot out of the booth. “No. I can’t get you into the castle. And if you’re right… I’m not going to get into the middle of a war. I’ve got to go. I’m sorry.”

“Wait,” I said as I tried to stop her.

“No,” she dodged my hand. “I have to go. I shouldn’t’ve come here anyways. Sorry.”

“Damn,” I muttered as I watched her go, and then turned my attention back to my girls. “Let’s get back. We need to figure out our next steps.”

“I’m so sorry,” Janel apologized as she scooted off Taslyn’s lap and then out of the booth. “She said she could help us this morning.” She frowned at the seat where the woman had been.

“It’s fine,” I told her. “That’s what back-up plans are for.”

“What can I get y’all?” a waitress with bags under her eyes asked as she sidled up to us.

“We’re just leaving,” I told her.

“For your trouble,” Aylara said as she pulled a few coins out of her pocket and handed them to the woman.

“Have a nice night,” the waitress shrugged before she stuffed the money into her apron and moved on.

There were more people out when we emerged from the bar, and the smell of vomit mixed with the ale and urine stench that clung to the alleyways where drunkards emptied their stomachs. They stumbled back into the street, barely avoided us, and then headed back into the nearest bar while I led the girls away.

The red light district was alive and well when we returned, music filled the air to mingle with laughter, and there were tables out on the sidewalks for the customers that still had to wait. They passed the time with bottles of alcohol, card games, and dice.

I stopped short when I saw the door to the safe house was ajar, and went through my memory to make sure that we had closed and locked it.

“Someone is inside,” I whispered to the girls when I put up my hands to stop them.

“What should we do?” Janel asked in a hushed voice.

“We defend ourselves,” I said as I let fire pool into my fists.

If the guards had already found us, then I might meet with their swords before I could warn the King.