Chapter 7

It felt like a long journey back. How to describe my exhausted suffering? Well, it was like I had done a hundred sprints or a really long sprint. A different tiredness compared to a marathon. My magical endurance was unmatched and I had plenty to spare, but I had used up a whole lot all at once.

I felt it in my body. A sort of burning feel, perhaps much like the fae, these flesh and bones I had were more like clothes than the essence of my being. See a human lives and dies with their body, but I don't. However, by exhausting my magic it seemed to exhaust my body.

I walked back up from the depths of the earth to our underground hostels with the speed of a gran hobbling on her cane. Làidir, similar to me, also seemed to be spent. Though my physical superior in every way she still strode ahead, but she didn't fly as she might usually do. Iris, Morgana and Umbra, however, were fine much to the chagrin of our druid allies who snapped at each other and mockingly commented in mostly good jest.

Once we mounted the long climb back to the druids domain everyone went their own way. The druids went to report our success and likely big up their minimal contributions. Iris and Morgana went to their room. Umbra, though tempted to stay the night with me, decided to be pragmatic and help at the wall. People would die without her aid.

"You want me to stay the night?" I asked Làidir.

Unsurprisingly, giving the trauma of losing her brother, keeping her company seemed the kind thing to do.

Làidir shook her head, "I'm alright. But I would like the night alone. I've got a brother to mourn."

It surprised me to an extent. She didn't seem the type to care, too cold and egotistic (but not in an arrogant way just self absorbed), however, here she was with wet eyes squeezed tight and a constant biting her teeth together.

I thought she was wrong, at least in my experience, being left alone with sadness is like leaving someone by themselves with an open wound. The right caring word and people's warm company would help her heal. Not quickly, for loss never heals quickly, but give her support. Still, she didn't seem dumb with sorrow, for she had her wits about her.

It was her choice, I'd respect it unless I thought she was in mortal danger.

"As you like." I relented, but then insisted. "I'll see you in the morning."

She nodded and walked away.

"Hmm…." I pondered and felt the weight of worry sinking me.

"Let her be. She is strong." Tulisa said speaking from mature experience.

"I don't doubt that… losing family though that pain isn't a matter of strong or weak." I replied.

"It is a strike against a bare heart. How I felt when my husband betrayed me."

"Indeed. I still feel it with my parents."

She let my admission hang in silence. I liked it. I didn't feel judged, rather I felt that it had been dismissive of me to replace her comment about her husband with my own loss. Still, apologising would only demean us both. I'd listen better next time when I wasn't so burning with exhaustion.

"Come. You need to rest. You look exhausted." She said.

"Yes, a bath I think."

"I'll get the water."

We got back to our rooms and I started a bath for myself. I'm not sure what triggered the notion, but I felt like indulging in a long soak. Chocolate as well would have been nice, but I'd neither seen or heard tales of the sweet delight in this world.

Tulisa got the water, and I heated up the water with a spell.

I lay like a warm corpse in the water and let myself sink into energy. Tulisa washed me and she tried to chat at first, but my one word responses eventually hinted to her that I wanted peace and quiet. I lacked the courage to tell her directly. I ironically had the authority for all my timidity.

Soon enough her pampering awakened me and I started to pull her close and kiss her. We winched like teens which was odd given her experiences and her older age. There was something exciting about delaying penetrating her when we both knew it was going to happen eventually. The security could have pushed us to rush, but instead we enjoyed fooling around in other ways.

After drying off, we moved from the bath to the bed. We couldn't keep our hands off each other.

I was rubbing her clit when she asked, "Can I try something?"

"What?" I said with heavy breathes.

"What that woman was doing with my husband."

Both my eyebrows shot to the roof.

"We can… depending on what?" I said with a half a high pitched squeak.

She raised herself onto my lap, "She was already seeded, but he was hard from a druid's help and she pleasured him in ways I never learned."

"Oh?"

"She was slim and young and everything I was not. I saw it. She made him more happy with a leg than I did with my womanhood."

I caressed her cheek shaking my head.

"But I'm not the same and I'm not your wife, but I am your woman. No just a female. Just like how she was a woman and not his wife. So, I'll please you like a female."

Well, this had taken a weird turn. I didn't quite have the word to gently challenge her viewpoint or even the confidence it was right to force my ideas on her. Ones that seemed to clash extremely with her experiences.

I'd treat her well that I was sure in.

"Please…." was all we both managed at the same time.

We share a smile in our mutual quiet desperation.

She began.

Her meaty thigh envelops my hardened shaft. Though the pressure between her thigh and calf was stimulating, perhaps because her lack of tights for texture and visual appeal or simply a lack of sufficient pressure I was close to the edge but didn't cum.

I gritted my teeth with frustration keen to seek satisfaction. I could have forced myself to cum, but that was cheap. It was one thing to add orgasm when already experiencing them and quite another to simulate one out of nothing. I despised the lack of authenticity. I wouldn't demean myself or others to do it, it was bad like faking orgasms.

She seemed to guess my frustrations and with quick thinking changed position.

Next she sat on my lap, sitting sidesaddle so to speak, and my 'wand' poked out from between her meaty thighs. I throbbed between her warm, plump flesh. She stroked my hips that made me jump from the ticklish feedback. A drop of precum dripped out as I felt the maddening pleasure of being caught between her elastic, fat thighs.

To add to my torment, she rubbed my tip with her lovely hands using both to further stimulate me. She broke my restraint.

I humped and she bounced up and down.

I came in little time.

Hungry and wanting more, one hand like a paw gripped her bare breast while I sucked at her other breast as if I was tasting my first fine meal.

We were both ready for the next step.