The military folk, including Amelia, were hurried out of the cave so the local units could take command and begin setting up inside the cavern to continue the mining business they'd been up to before. The three deceased scouts had already been replaced, one of the new ones being a relative. And a good-looking one too. Draco Lobb, tall, broad and quick with his feet, to beat Gideon in a hundred metre sprint.
Amelia was hounded by Harlow and the other new members of Nullshade due to the clearing of the mine. In the outpost, she sat on a carriage on its way out with whispers of a full Nullshade unit in the works that Targon wanted to join. She sat on a wagon of weapons attached to several horses behind a carriage that looked royal. She watched people come and go while she remembered last night's ecstasies and hoped for many more. Then came the confirmation that new members would join from Esther, who bustled back and forth between the church and the inn.
Of the new faces she hadn't seen around so far, she'd only met a priest named Ragna. He sat next to her without a word. From his ensemble of robes, blades and a book with a few scrolls attached on the side, he seemed well put together...
"Carbyne," he said, "It's good to work with Nullshade to bring down Ephem who dares to taint our lands with her fell fingers."
She shook his hand, "Not just Ephem, but the Morgulith also."
He grinned, "I admire the righteous ambition. May I ask if you take an interest in joining the lower ranks of the papacy?"
"I'd have to change my lifestyle, wouldn't I?"
"Quite so."
"No thanks, sir."
He gestured to her with open arms, "Should you change your mind, the father always remains as the days are ancient."
"Am I not an affront to his design with my body the way it is?"
"In times of direness and horror, we do as we must, take upon ourselves strife or rest in the Lord. But the time of judgement is not the time of trials by the sword of the traitor or the vile." He handed her a ration of pork and beef mixed, "Try this for me, sister."
She took it and bit into the mix, a texture that shouldn't have felt like it was melting, but certainly did. The meat had a good mix of sweet and salty in texture, with added black peppercorns and onions to crunch between her teeth. "This is good."
"My own make," he said, "Thank you for your honesty, sister."
"How does Salem manage to get such high-quality food while the land is dead?"
"By the grace of God," he bit into an apple, "Divine sorcerers and scientists came together to test, experiment and come to understand creation itself. Tell me, in your world, would some people see the two as impossible?"
"Yeah, something like that. My parents were 'religious', but they were also pieces of shit, so they're not a good representation of anything."
"You are wise for your young age," he said, "We humans are encouraged to understand the world. Unfortunately, Raha Isora is in its current condition, which is why we, as the caretakers of Laima, must right it."
"A lot of you fellas are devout, aren't you?"
"When I was a boy, I was born in the slums of Dorcus. Crime, gangs and the military recruiters were the only hope, along with the rare papacy band. But this time, they came with Mihai Hobbes and turned the Dalares ghetto into the Dalares Base, where the unfortunate are given military careers to brighten their prospects. I, however, was taken in by the Papacy for having the gift."
"Divine magic?"
"Just so, sister."
"How do you people deal with corruption?" she finished the last of the ration.
"We don't deal with it; we execute them publicly," Ragna said as if he were talking about cooking another meal for dinner, "Missionaries and travellers in military groups like Gwyllion, Coyote Goddard, Grayland Jin Colt, Piers Godryke and many more travel between cities to oversee churches and rightly inspect each member."
"So there's more like him. What are those chains?" Amelia took a good look at the man but noticed most of his features were covered by his hood, as if the shadows were being controlled.
"His gift is the gift of stasis. Details are scarce, but if the chain hits something, depending on his intent, it cannot move." he looked up the street to the right.
She followed his shadowy gaze to see Targon and a few other captains with Sabreman among them, calling for the caravan to begin movements. Amelia hopped down from the wagon, and they shook hands again. "Will you be joining Nullshade?"
"I came to meet the woman who is the Nullshader, and now I have met her," he nodded.
"I see."
She paced to the head of the caravan, wondering what Ragna's power was, but she assumed they kept details off the table as much as possible to avoid potential leaks. She also tumbled her brain over the thought that if she consumed something of his if would she also gain divine powers temporarily? It seemed ludicrous to hope for something permanent, but the only permanent skill she'd attained was to see better in dark spaces. Useful, but not the best. She struck a match and lit the pipe she sat between her lips. A religion that didn't intervene in the lives of everyone, but definitely stamped out foreign elements in a world of horrible evils.
A warning bell sounded to the right, several more went off in response, and units began to scramble as loud horns blasted. People got off their horses, out of their carriages and went inside.
"Carbyne, come here, Carbyne!" Esther shouted.
Amelia matched pace to look the part, but she had no idea what was going on. When she was inside the inn, she decided to go up to her room with Esther to get away from the people who hissed and shushed each other, only for Esther to do the same bloody thing when she opened her mouth to ask the obvious question. She took out a scrap of paper and a pencil and wrote:
Corpse Dragon Shamamet is approaching. Stay quiet. It only attacks human settlements.
Ammy nodded. Right, that dragon.
After a few minutes of silence, boredom set in until flies started buzzing around the entire building. Amelia developed an itch but ignored it while she listened closely to the tiny creatures she wished Noah had never let on the ark. They faded out of earshot, and a gentle singing voice took their place. Some child singing for... her mother?
Amelia took the scrap of paper.
Who is that?
Esther scribbled messily.
Her name is Ayisha.
Esther gripped Ammy's arm and shook her head.
When the singing ended and people below started to move again, she spoke, "We don't know if she can be saved, we don't know if she's even human."
Amelia nodded, "We're leaving today, right?"
"Yes." Esther said, "I've already packed most of what's important for the trip and have been charged with keeping your personal life in order so you can focus on your tasks. Same with Chelsha. As much as he enjoys being 'milked,' do be gentler with him. I have to cover when he's exhausted or so sexually charged that I have to slap him to stop him from thinking about sticking his thing in things."
"He's a cute little degen, like me."
"Little for you is inappropriate with that piece of meat." Esther mused, "Also, I will require you to drink more water, more milk, eat more meat and get less greens in your diet to maintain strength-"
"I trust you, Esther," Amelia said, "I know you have lots to stake in this."
"While I am flattered," she said with cherry cheeks, "I've also got my own matters to discuss with you. The papacy doesn't care what people do behind closed doors so long as they can't smell a whiff of Mashaddar in the air, but no public affection between two women in Chel," she said firmly, "I must emphasise this. That place has to deal with the corpse dragon the most; they're a people that watch like owls."
"So Shamamet is on his way there now?"
"Precisely."
"You know, Esther, you have wonderful lips. Could I get a kiss?"
"No. Now go downstairs and get ready to leave."
"But-"
"No." She placed her fists on her hips, "I intended to be the one being taken care of, not babysitting a horny woman."
"Who wouldn't be with you in a room alone with them? Have you looked at yourself?"
She rolled her eyes with a smirk, "Yes, I have. I put effort into it every day. Now go before I get a rule and hit you with it to teach you to listen to me when it's time for work."
"So long as I get to kiss you after, I don't mind."
"Right," she said, "Also, good work taking care of that dungeon, again. We are all in Nullshade's debt, and particularly yours. I hope this continues in unbridled success with propitious results"
"No debt, I get to have nights like last night." She felt the tent in her trousers rising.
"I'll give you time alone to deal with that, if you must." Esther glided to the door. Glided? Propitious?
"Are you some kind of royalty?" Amelia glanced at her fine arse under the maid's dress. "I don't mind that kind of dynamic either."
Esther sighed, "Oh, do be silent, you degenerate."
"You can watch and tell me how to-"
"No." She said firmly, more confidently this time. "You'll have to earn this." And shut the door quietly.
Amelia heard her footsteps down the hall and decided not to make a mess of her room with her ridiculous cum production. She did undo her trousers to let it stand up and admired her 'idol of virility.' When she sucked herself off, she turned up how much she was able to ejaculate with her powers, and it seems like a constant. She'd have to spend a day filling buckets to see if she was set to hose a minimum of those seventy centiletres or whatever it was, or if she could do more by teasing and 'building' a bigger and thicker load.
Man, men have it great with dicks. If they got my powers in this world, who wouldn't have a hard time working instead of being fascinated with what their dick could do?
On that note, Nullshade-
Esther entered the room again, her expression indifferent. "Time to go," she said, "No time for playing with your penis, Harlow is speeding up the timeline."
"Do I get a carriage?"
"No."
"Shit." She did want to whack one out on the way or just before. "Where's Akatsuki?"
Esther shrugged, "This is a regular thing for her. She's busy doing work for Tolmyr, who's just finished loading his entire lab onto several carriages. They want you on guard duty."
"Suppose I'll get used to it."
"Up." Esther gripped her shoulders and pulled.
"Yes, yes," she admired the woman's straight laces, she even attempted to put away Ammy's dick, but found that all those inches aren't hidden so easily and sighed exasperatedly.
"Why is it so big?"
"Remember, Akatsuki asked for it to be big for her arsehole." Amelia stretched, "Wanna-"
"Chelsham!" Esther bellowed.
Running footsteps came from the next room over, and he saluted, "Yes, Miss Esther!"
"Assist Nullshade Carbyne with her problem." She pushed him in and shut the door.
Chelsham immediately dropped his trousers to expose his own dick, just less than half her size. "We'll have to be fast," he said and got down on his knees to her surprise and started licking her dick before he gulped halfway down her inches.
Now I wanna fuck some femboy butt, dammit! "Sorry, Chel." She gripped his head and started fucking his face, shoving as much of her dick down his gob as she could. While she had the Nullshade system tighten up her pussy.
She pulled him up and led him by his cock to the wall on the other side of the room to guide him into his heaven's gate. He gasped with excitement when he penetrated her, and to her surprise. Pinned her against a wall and fucked her as hard and as fast as he could. She gazed down at him fondly as he started wanking her dick. Sweat beading on her flesh, kisses and nips of the neck as Chelsham dominated her, she was so proud of the guy.
She bounced on his dick with every aggressive thrust he gave her until he reached his peak and came inside of her. She started wanking off herself with him, but knew it was a bad idea to let herself cum all over the guy. She increased her length and sucked down on her own dick again. Chelsham pulled his cock out and started licking her balls until she reached her peak and swallowed her salty seed. The last trickles of cum she savoured a mouthful of and gifted it to him with a kiss he eloquently accepted.
"Good boy," she patted his head and rubbed her dick against his lips for him to lick her clean, "Very good boy, you might be my favourite."
That had him as red as an apple.
She slapped his buttcheek, "That bumhole of yours is mine next time."