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In The Mist Of The Erie Isles

By Mantrid Brizon

Episode Twenty-One: Disregarded

Lifting the wooden mug and throwing his head back, the cool ale flows past his lips, cascading down his throat like a river. Sighing with relief before gasping for air, Steingar sets the empty mug atop the counter.

“Easy. You're supposed to taste it." Irzain remarks.

“I did." Steingar smirks. “Don't blame me because you can't keep up."

Casually drinking their ale, Valan and Irzain sit beside the Helngar. It's quiet in the dining hall of the inn, as few other patrons are present, especially so late at night. Irzain glances anxiously at the nearest window, peering into the darkness beyond the faintly blue tinted glass. Soon, they'll all be retiring to their rented rooms for the night, opposite the rooms where Jarae, Kirsta and Mairlynn already lie. There isn't much else for them to do besides eat and drink, as they'd reached Bremen late in the day, and entered the town even later. With the Arona-Dahl moving at full speed, they reached the island by sundown, though the town had already settled in for the night.

As an abandoned colony for the Crown, and with no Lord to oversee it, Bremen has little infrastructure; the few lampposts that are still standing have rusted poles, broken glass, and empty oil lamps. The streets were never covered with cobblestones, instead being nothing more than trails in the dirt, formed by the feet of those who would call this island their home. The houses were all obviously constructed by their inhabitants, none of whom appear to be trained carpenters. There wasn't even a harbor to moor in, however decrepit it might be, but only a few docks for smaller fishing vessels to tie down to, which is how they made it to shore.

The crew, minus Trellan, barely had the time to find the old, large inn before night cast its nefarious shadow. The old Vizhek opted to stay behind and watch the Arona-Dahl, which is anchored a distance off-shore. Irzain taps his fingers atop the wooden counter, anxious to begin the search for clues to his mysterious past. Tap, tap, tap. He spins his half-empty mug atop the counter, staring into the swirling, golden pool. Tap, tap, tap as a finger strikes the counter. Why couldn't they reach Bremen during the day? He has all of this energy and no way to expend it. Tap, tap, tap.

“Err... Damnit!" Steingar snarls, swiftly reaching across Valan and grabbing Irzain's hand. “Please stop making that awful noise!"

“Sorry."

“Why does that bother you so much?" Valan asks.

“It just does..." Steingar murmurs, taking his hand back.

Valan drinks down the remainder of his ale before pushing the mug away from him. He crosses his arms atop the counter, resting his head against them. Steingar takes another swig, turning his glowing, golden eyes toward the long-haired human. He watches him for a moment; Valan stares with half-dead eyes at the side of his empty mug. It's a cold stare, a soulless stare, but there's a pain hidden within it. When the barkeep returns, sleepily asking him if he'd like another drink, the gunman can only slowly shake his head, still resting it atop his arms.

“What's wrong with you?" Steingar asks.

“Just about everything..." Valan murmurs.

“Don't be like that. Something's clearly bothering you... Is this about the girl from that last island?"

“Lucerna."

“Yeah. Is that what's wrong?" Steingar asks, turning in his seat.

“Maybe. I don't really know... I'm not sure what it is; I can't seem to get my head right. Everything I've done is weighing on my conscience, and it feels like I'm discovering that I'm not the man I thought I was."

“I know the feeling..." Steingar sighs before taking a gulp of ale.

Irzain glances at his companions, watching the long-haired human and the Helngar warrior.

“Does it ever stop?" Valan turns his eyes toward Steingar, lifting his head.

“You mean the pain?"

Valan gently nods.

“My personal experience says... No... All you can do is find something that takes your mind off of it; you need a way to enjoy what little is good about this life."

Irzain can't help but crack a little smile as Steingar reaches over, gently patting Valan on the back. The human nods in response, as if accepting his answer. Shortly thereafter, he waves the barkeep toward him, ordering another drink. Time passes by and the trio sit in silence, drinking their drinks and listening to the chirping of the crickets just beyond the inn's windows.

“By the Seraphs, I feel like I'm going crazy just sitting here and doing nothing." Irzain finally remarks.

“And I'm going crazy watching you go crazy." Steingar quips, waving over the drowsy barkeep.

“Another?" The barkeep asks through a yawn.

“Please."

Steingar takes a copper coin from his pouch, part of an allowance given to each of the crew, and taken from the remnants of Valan's and Trellan's original stash. He taps the vasarik loudly atop the counter, which seems to perk up the weary barkeep.

“I just wish we could've made it here sooner." Irzain complains.

“We know..." Valan sighs in mild frustration.

“It's just so maddening, being here and not being able to do anything."

“So you keep telling us..." Steingar grumbles.

“I just want to start canvassing for clues right now." Irzain continues to ramble.

“So why don't you?" Steingar asks through gritted teeth, holding up his full mug of ale.

“Well... Because it's dark." Irzain whimpers.

With his eyes closed tightly, Valan squeezes and rubs the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger.

“Then please... For the love of the Seraphs in Heaven... Shut the hell up." Valan growls.

“Sorry..." Irzain murmurs.

“Yes, just try to forget about it until the morning. We'll all go searching then." Steingar adds, before taking a swig of his ale.

“You can talk; you're not the one whose head is splitting from the vivid flashbacks."

“Don't mention your head splitting... You'll get our hopes up." Valan quips before polishing off his ale.

“Daybreak will be here soon enough, then you can bother all of the locals with your problems. Just relax." Steingar adds.

“And just how am I supposed to do that?!" Irzain scoffs.

Several doors open and then close from upstairs, the sound echoing through the dining hall. The trio turn their attention toward the steps. As if on cue, several young, attractive women emerge from the upper level, heading down the stairs. The beautiful creatures are of varying races, with several humans, a Jaliscan and even a Helngar among their rank. The women speak quietly between themselves for a moment, while looking around at the sparse crowd downstairs. A few of the women take interest in some of the men, before glancing at their female companions and whispering back and forth.

A tall, vibrant human with alabaster skin, focuses her sparkling grey eyes on Valan. Her long, naturally ashen hair, a dark brown with a bluish hue, is pulled into pigtails, which reach just above her impressive bust. The woman's elegant form is wrapped in a skin-tight, sunshine orange dress, decorated with ornate, golden swirls. Broad hips, a slender waist and an impressive, DD-cup bust are exceptionally appealing. A diamond cutout in her dress reveals her central cleavage to everyone. Her garment, with splits at the sides of her legs, that run from her hips and down, flows so gracefully as she makes her way down the stairs, her eyes locked onto Valan.

“I know a good way to forget about your problems; a guaranteed method of relaxation." Valan says with a little smile, watching the pigtailed human intently.

“That's the spirit." Steingar grins, glancing at Valan.

“I don't know... I don't want to pick up some strange woman who's just staying at the same inn as me. That feels... Awkward." Irzain quietly remarks.

“Suit yourself. More for us, then." Steingar chuckles.

Several women make their way towards the group of men, while a few seem to target the lone men sitting at tables, half-awake and more than likely severely intoxicated. The pigtailed woman stops near Valan, who turns in his chair. She stands eye-level with him.

“Hello. I'm Tomala." The pigtailed woman introduces herself, speaking with a bubbly, high-pitched voice.

“Valan. A pleasure." He coolly takes her hand, giving it a kiss.

Steingar watches as both a Jaliscan and a Helngar woman, each exceptionally beautiful for their race, approach him. To Steingar's surprise, the Helngar female doesn't even pay him any attention. Instead, she passes him by and heads for the end of the bar. She speaks to the barkeep, ordering herself a drink. A clawed hand taps Steingar so gently on the shoulder. Turning his head, his glowing, golden eyes land upon the Jaliscan of striking beauty. She's rather tall for her breed, also standing eye-level with the five-foot-eight Valan; her shimmering, jade green eyes gaze up at the taller Helngar, however.

With soft, two-tone fur, her body is colored like a brown timber wolf from the mainland. Light, cream-colored fur covers her snout and throat, reaches to the top of her cleavage, which pokes through her humble top, and down to her exposed midriff; it likely runs betwixt her legs. Black fur covers her feet and hands, to the ankles and wrists, and crown her ears and the tip of her long, slender tail. A slim figure with an even more slender waistline is the idyllic hourglass shape that he prefers, and her bust is a modest C-cup. Her blonde hair is thick and brushed back, held with a fine layer of resin and reaching to just above her shoulders.

She smiles warmly at him, her tail swaying happily as her jade eyes scan Steingar's form. Though he'd often dismissed her race, disliking and distrusting them in the general sense, he's also admitted to feeling an attraction to their women; he cannot deny that the Jaliscan standing before him makes his exceptional manhood swell. Her scent is so sweet, so feminine, and her appearance is a perfect match for her alluring aroma. It begins to cloud his mind, something that's rarely happened to the bloodforge warrior.

“Hello, mister. I'm Sira." She speaks with a soft, medium-pitched voice.

“Helngar..." He chokes out.

“Yes, you are." She giggles.

“I mean, I'm Steingar!" He swiftly corrects himself.

“Ooh! What a strong, traditional name you have." She coos.

“I had very traditional parents."

“It's very fitting." She takes a step closer.

“As is Sira; it's so pretty. It's like a delicate flower." He replies, inching closer to her.

“I'm neither of those."

“You could've fooled me." He grins, softly stroking her neck fur with his claws.

Irzain looks between Valan and Steingar, each one speaking to a woman they've never previously met before. Tomala leans closer, while simultaneously pulling Valan away from his seat, her hands resting gently atop his shoulders. She whispers something into his ear that makes him smile, before gazing at him like a hungry lioness. He leans closer and whispers into hers. Tomala's eyes widen and her face flushes, turning red as her mouth hangs slightly open; her lips curl into a pleased grin, as she scans the confident human once more.

“Oh really?!" She asks.

“Yeah. Really." He nods, leaning back against the bar.

“I'd really like to see that." She coos, leaning into him.

“Well, I've got time. I suppose I can show you." He teases her.

Gently biting her bottom lip, Tomala reaches out and takes hold of Valan's hand. To Irzain's shock, she pulls at him, drawing him from his seat and leading him toward the staircase. Valan looks back only once, a strange little smile on his face. It's obvious what he and his new companion will be doing. Irzain shakes his head, before glancing over to Steingar and Sira. Again, to his shock, Steingar now stands on his large, digitigrade feet. At six-foot-seven, he towers over Sira, who looks somewhat nervously up at him.

“Wow, you're big." Sira remarks.

“I'm tall, too." Steingar winks.

Sira laughs, resting a clawed hand on his toned bicep. She gives it a squeeze. He leans closer, speaking softly and quietly into her ear. Her expression changes, and Irzain can tell that beneath her fur she's flushing. Turning his head, Irzain glances back toward the staircase. He wonders what Valan and Tomala are doing at the moment. As eager as they both were, how far have they gone?

“Do you know why I wear this dress?" Tomala speaks sweetly, stepping closer to Valan.

“Because it's beautiful?" He replies, leaning back on her exceptionally comfortable bed.

“Thanks, but no. I wear it because it helps me pick my men."

“Oh?"

“Mhm! First, I'll place your manhood here..." She begins, squeezing a hand into the tight space between her large breasts. “If it fits snugly with my top on, and it's nice looking and big enough for my liking, then I'll taste it. If I can taste it while he's still between my breasts, then you're exceptional and you'll get a discount. If you taste as good as you look, then and only then, I'll let you have my juicy loins for as long as you can afford them. That's why I'm the number one girl here."

“That's an interesting application process." He softly chuckles.

“Intimidated?" She smirks.

“No." He coolly replies, shaking his head.

“Good! My breasts alone will cost you five vasariks, and my breasts and mouth combined are ten." Tomala begins.

“Wow." Valan chokes out.

“I'm worth it. Trust me."

“I hope so!"

“Do you want to know how much my pussy costs?"

“No." He chuckles.

“Aww... A shame! Well, would you like to see how you fair at least? I didn't bring you up here for nothing."

“Yeah, sure. What the hell!" He chirps.

Stepping closer to her mark, Tomala slowly drops to her knees as Valan leans further back, lying atop her comfortable bed. She grins a pleasant little grin as she coils her fingers around the waistline of his trousers. With a slow but steady pull, she removes his black pants and unveils his limp manhood. It bounces slightly, having been tucked into a pantleg, before flopping over to one side; it lands atop the back of her hand, covering much of it as it stretches across and toward his hip. Her grey eyes shoot wide open and her jaw begins to drop.

“Oh... Oh my! I-I uhm... I didn't think you were... What I mean is, I've never had... Uhm..." She stammers.

Her hand, now trembling, turns over. Her long, slender fingers coil, trying to grasp his large organ. Even flaccid, his girth is nearly such that her fingers struggle to touch each other. She briefly imagines what it would look like to have a member such as his within her, stretching her nether lips and vaginal canal to a level she's never felt before. Tomala flushes, turning her eyes toward the smiling Valan, who watches with his hands pulled behind his head for support. She looks more like a virgin schoolgirl as she gets her first glimpse of her boyfriend's manhood, not the experienced tavern wench that she really is.

“Wow. It's heavy." She coos, lifting it up.

“Yeah... It's alright." He smiles, looking down at her. “Go right ahead. Put it between those breasts."

“Ih-if it'll fit." She nervously giggles.

“It'll fit. He fits everywhere." He assures her, reaching down and stroking her cheek softly with his fingertips.

“A-are you sure?" She asks, almost whimpering.

“Why do you think I was so confident downstairs? Many women have already proven how pleasurable he is to them; he's explored more than his fair share of loins. Some were even virgins." He explains.

“Oh, good!" She chirps, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Don't worry about it; worrying will only make it harder to enjoy yourself."

“I'll try." She says as she turns her eyes toward his member.

Her smile grows exponentially wider as she begins to stroke his manhood. She's hardly started before Valan's member begins to throb, swiftly growing firmer, fatter and even a little longer. As experienced as Tomala is, his penis is somewhat intimidating to her.

“Do you really think I'll enjoy myself so much that I won't want to charge you?" Tomala asks, stroking him a little faster.

“That's what I said downstairs, isn't it?"

Within moments, Valan's erection is as full as it can be. His phallus stands proudly, like a fleshy obelisk betwixt his legs. Tomala gazes at him for a moment before finally snapping out of her trance. She takes her hands and rests them on the underside of each, ample breast. Valan takes hold of the base of his own shaft, keeping it upright. Leaning closer, she pushes Valan's hot flesh between her orbs, only to feel his girth pushing her mammaries aside. Eager to look down at what must be an impressive sight, she stares in awe as the perfectly formed tip of his manhood looks up at her, mere centimeters away from her lips.

“By the Seraphs!" She exclaims.

No longer able to control herself, she opens wide and leans a little closer. Resting his head, Irzain uses his forearms as a pillow, still looking toward the staircase. Valan has been gone for some time now. He can hear Steingar and Sira just beside him. They'd spent much of their time flirting with each other. Suddenly, however, they fall quiet, and Irzain hears something else. Turning his head and glancing back, Irzain's eyes widen. Leaning in, Steingar plants a kiss upon Sira's lips, a kiss passionate enough that Sira's arms seem to impulsively wrap around his athletic body.

“Mmmm-let's go." She coos as soon as their lips part.

Taking hold of his hand, she seems to race toward the staircase. She moves swiftly, and would likely be pulling anyone else along, but the towering Helngar, nearly a foot taller than her, takes long and methodical steps. Soon, they make their way up the stairs, leaving Irzain alone.

“I'm so glad I went drinking with my friends..." Irzain facetiously remarks to himself.

The Helngar woman standing at the edge of the bar takes notice, turning her head and watching the lone human. Steingar and Sira make their way down a long hall, lined with the doors of nearly a dozen rooms. Passing a door with a 'T' etched into it, Sira stops at an adjacent door, this one bearing an 'S'. Her room is just across the hall and one door over from Tomala's, as Steingar can hear his human companion with his new, female friend. She seems to be panting. His superior ears hear what sounds like kissing coming from the room, though it's also akin to the lapping of an animal taking a drink, but slower.

“MmmAHH! By the Seraphs! You're too good at that!" Tomala suddenly gasps.

Steingar chuckles, finally realizing what's transpiring inside.

“And you haven't even felt me inside of you yet." Valan playfully taunts her.

“P-please, don't tease me." She begs him.

“Alright... Here we go..."

“... ... ... HHHNNNNNGGAAHH!!!" Tomala suddenly grunts before crying out.

Steingar grins, silently chuckling to himself as Sira unlocks and opens her door. It's obvious that Valan has finally penetrated the beautiful woman's loins with his manhood. Perhaps the unassuming gunman is as endowed as Mairlynn insists he is? Steingar feels his arm extending. He turns his head, watching as Sira grins a sinister grin, her narrowed eyes gazing with pure lust as she tries to drag him into her bedroom. She reaches up a hand, repeatedly coiling a clawed finger as she beckons him inside of the dark room. He doesn't disappoint her. Sira leads him directly to her bed, before giving him a little push.

He takes a seat and Sira lights a candle, brightening up the darkened room. Before he can become comfortable, she pulls off her top, revealing her furry body to him. It causes him to pause. With her side facing him, Sira shifts her hips from side to side as she inches off her trousers. Her tail pulls through the loop of her pants, which she seems to have left purposefully buttoned; her tail forms a wide arch as it's drawn through the loop, accentuating her taut buttocks. She turns her head toward him, a lustful grin spread across her snout. It's clear that she's teasing him, and his manhood responds in kind, slowly swelling.

“I haven't had a good lay in a while." She suddenly begins. “It'll be nice to enjoy myself for a change. I've missed it."

“I won't disappoint. I'll consider it my mission to satisfy you." He replies.

“Good. I, uh... I've heard your kind could be very... Big." Sira smiles wider.

“People love to talk, don't they?"

“So, it isn't true?" She raises a brow.

Standing to his feet, Steingar steps on the heels of his boots, pulling his feet from them. Kicking them aside, he reaches back and unbuckles the strap that runs over the thick base of his long, tapering, prehensile tail. With his thumbs hooked behind the waistband, he seems to hesitate.

“Are you going to make me beg?" She giggles.

“Just making sure you're ready for this." He smirks.

Turning toward him, Sira steps out of her crumpled pants, which sit on the floor and shroud her feet. She moves closer to him, as naked as the day she was born and illuminated only by a single, large candle. Her hands slip behind his arms and rest upon his sides, her fingers slithering beneath his shirt. Steingar doesn't wait any longer. He pushes down his trousers, then moves his shoulders back, allowing his vest to slide off and land beside his crumpled pants. Unable to resist, Sira turns her shimmering, jade green eyes down. They widen as she looks upon his glistening, charcoal black flesh.

“Oh... Oh my! I-I uhm... I didn't think... By the Seraphs!" She coos.

Taking her into his arms, she jumps a little as his manhood brushes the fur of her belly. He directs her to the bed, laying her down quite gently. He pulls his shirt from his body and drops it to the floor, before climbing onto the bed, joining the Jaliscan. He carefully spreads her legs before placing himself between them, all the while his hands caress her breasts and his lips kiss her neck and cheek.

“Mmm-ooohh." Sira coos.

“Ready?" He softly asks her.

“I-I think so... Just please, be gent-NNNnnnGGAAHHH!" She grunts and then gasps as he penetrates her.

Hearing what sounds like a woman squealing, the second one in only a matter of minutes, Irzain lifts his head from the counter. He can't help but be a little jealous; he is, after all, still a man.

“Left all alone?" A deep yet feminine voice asks him.

Irzain spins around in his seat, turning toward the voice. His eyes land upon the Helngar, who takes the seat beside him, the same seat that Valan had once occupied. She's a beautiful but imposing creature, standing about six-foot-four, identical to Naoma's height. Her body is also of a similar shape – a distinctly hourglass figure – with matching proportions. Wide hips meet a slender waist, before reaching a sloping ribcage. Her chest is crowned with superb, D-cup breasts, which are both full and perky. To his recollection, the woman's mammaries are also nearly identical to those of Naoma's.

In fact, short of her bluish-black and creamy-white, tuxedo coloration, and glowing, orange eyes, she seems to be the spitting image of his lost love. So similar is her form, that Irzain is taken aback by a sudden flash. In his mind, he recalls first meeting Naoma.

“Sir?! Wait, sir!" A voice calls out to him.

“Oh, hello, Korvan!" Irzain greets a familiar looking man.

Korvan, a human, is the very same man Irzain recalls lying dead beside the fountain, the flies buzzing around his bullet riddled corpse.

“Hi, sir! I'd like to introduce you to someone. This is Naoma! She'll be working with you on the project, and I've been told that you're also to train her in your arts!" Korvan chirps, extending a hand toward the purple and black Helngar.

“I am?" Irzain raises a brow. “You'd think I'd know that before you." He laughs.

“A pleasure, sir. I'll work hard!" Naoma bows her head to Irzain.

“I'm sure you won't disappoint, but please don't bow. I'm not nearly arrogant enough to require that." He grins.

“Understood." She grins back, looking him in the eye.

“And don't call me 'sir' either." He speaks softly, his smile growing.

Snapping out of his trance, the unfamiliar Helngar leans a little closer to him, a look of concern on her face.

“Are you alright?" She asks.

“Y-yeah, I think so." He murmurs, running his fingers through his hair.

“Drank too much?" She cocks her head.

Turning his eyes toward her, Irzain has another flash.

“What's wrong?" Naoma asks, leaning on her side as she lies with him in bed.

“I'm just taken by your beauty. That's all." Irzain replies, reaching out a hand.

“Aww!" The strange Helngar coos. “You're so sweet!"

Irzain snaps out of another flash, finding himself stroking the woman's cheek. Her shoulders raise and her head tilts forward; he can tell that she must be flushing beneath her fur. He pulls his hand away. What just happened?!

“I'm Boala, sweetheart. What's your name?" She asks.

“I'm Irzain..." He murmurs, looking over his hand.

“A handsome name, for a handsome human."

“You like humans?" He asks, turning his eyes toward her.

“I do. Very, very much." Naoma replies.

Just like that, she's changed again. Irzain closes his eyes and shakes his head, opening them only to see Boala sitting before him. Her arms are drawn closer to her body, her hands reaching between her legs as she seems to push her large breasts together.

“Is that so hard to believe?" She coos, leaning ever closer.

“Maybe." He replies.

“Do you like Helngar?"

“I do. Helngar women are so beautiful." He replies, a warm smile spreading across his lips. “You're so beautiful." He adds, as she flashes into Naoma once again.

His eyes dart around the room, which appears to be the bedroom and work area from his dreams. The balcony and lush jungle canopy are visible through the opened door. He turns to Naoma, who sits beside him at his desk. She smiles wide and leans in, resting an arm atop his shoulder as she nuzzles his face with her snout. Her soft, black fur is such a comfort to him. Scooting even closer, he nuzzles her back, closing his eyes as his fingers gently caressing the purple fur of her unclothed back.

“Mmm-you feel so good." She coos.

“I like making you feel good." He says, before kissing her cheek.

“I've never actually had a human before." She sheepishly admits.

“I'll be gentle." He whispers back.

“You don't need to be."

“I want to be. You're such a prize; you deserve it." He insists.

“Y-you think so?! I-I've uhm... I've never had a man say that to me before." Boala stammers.

Opening his eyes, Irzain finds himself back in the dining hall, hugging Boala, the Helngar he'd just met. What's going on?!

“Most men don't seem to care about me... Not really. You're different, though." Boala's arms squeeze him a little tighter. “D-did you want to speak in private? I'd love to have some more privacy."

“Are you sure?" He asks her, glancing nervously around the room as he hugs her.

“I'm sure." Naoma replies.

Yet again, the room changes. He finds himself in a stone hall, near a staircase. Pulling out of his hug, Naoma smiles so loving as they sit atop a pair of padded stools. A familiar fountain sits in the background.

“I'd do anything for a uhm... Private lesson." Naoma winks.

Rising from their seats, Naoma takes hold of his hand, leading him down the hall. As they walk up the stairs, toward what Irzain knows is his private room, the sounds of their footfalls begin to change. The clicking of stone turns into the thumping of wood, and no sooner than he blinks, he's once again back in the old inn. They reach the top of the stairs and head down a long hallway, lined with as many as a dozen doors. All of them have letters etched into the wood. Passing a door with a 'T', he can hear familiar sounds.

“Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Mmm-yes! Ahh! By the Seraphs! This, ahh, is so, ahh, good!" Tomala's gasps for breath between each shrill exclamation.

Passing another door, this one etched with an 'S', Irzain can hear the thumping of a headboard. Thump, thump, thump.

“Nngf, nngf, nngf, yeah, nngf, take it!" Steingar growls.

“Nnnn-hhff-agghhaahh!" Sira gasps.

“Nngf! Wow! Nngf! You, nngf, fit the whole thing! Nngf!"

Irzain feels his face flushing as they walk further and further down the hall, nearly at the end. They reach a door with several letters etched into it, with most of them scratched out; only a 'B' remains undamaged. Boala releases Irzain's hand, unlocking the door. The hallway and the woman flash yet again, and Irzain blinks to find himself standing in the stone hall leading to individual quarters. Seeing Naoma standing before him, her back facing him, he cannot help himself. His love for her burns like the sun, and he reaches out for her. She gasps as he slides his arms around her waist, nuzzling her shoulder blades with his nose.

“What're you doing?!" Naoma asks.

“I just really want to hold you. You're so beautiful, so perfect."

“Aww!"

Naoma takes hold of Irzain's hands, slowly pulling them up and resting them over her ample, D-cup breasts. She gives his hands a squeeze, making him clutch tightly to her feminine orbs.

“And what about these?"

“Of course they're good, but I'm far more interested in the rest of you." He answers.

“Well, you'll see that soon enough." She giggles.

“That's not what I meant. You have a good soul; I can see it. It's the most beautiful part of you." He answers, softly kissing her back.

Naoma freezes. She seems unsure of what to do next. She stands before the opened door, her hands resting over his. Slowly turning around, he can see her wide smile. Their eyes lock, and they gaze deeply into each other. To Irzain's horror, Naoma appears to be crying! A single tear streams down her cheek.

“Oh no! Don't cry! You're too good for tears." He swiftly wipes them away from her glowing, turquoise eyes.

“No one is too good for tears, especially the happy kind." She speaks softly.

“You are." He smiles, giving her a tender kiss on her cheek.

“Why did you have to be so sweet?"

Leaning in, he gives her a rather affectionate kiss, but Naoma seems overcome by her emotions and desires. She swiftly pushes for more, opening her jaw and extending her long, pointy tongue. Irzain allows its entry, feeling her organ slithering around in his mouth. They kiss in the doorway for a moment, before Naoma begins to pull at him. Soon, he steps over the threshold, opening his eyes to make sure that he doesn't trip. To his shock, he's back in the old inn, staring at Boala, whose lips are glossy with saliva. Her tongue extends and bends, caressing her own lips as she seems to lap up their spit.

“Mmm-you taste so good." She coos.

Was it her he was kissing, and not Naoma? Is he somehow mixing his memories with reality? Irzain feels himself becoming uneasy, and even afraid. He no longer wishes for the memories to come, not if they're going to warp his perception in such a horrible manner.

“Come on in, sweetheart." Boala calls out to him, pulling off her shirt and tossing it to the floor. “And shut the door."

Irzain obeys, stepping inside of the room and closing the door behind him. He looks back, only for the door to flash. Turning toward Naoma, she grabs hold of him and pulls him toward her bed. She pushes her own trousers off rather violently, nearly stumbling as she strips down. At the edge of her bed, Irzain turns back. Seeing Naoma's elegant, nude form, he cannot help himself. How he loves her. He grabs her breasts and gently pinches the glossy, black flesh of her nipples, causing her to shiver. Leaning in, he licks her flesh, before enveloping a nipple with his mouth.

Naoma groans, resting her hands on his back and pulling him tightly against her warm, furry body. Her clawed hands explore his body, and soon she pulls up his shirt. Following her lead, he disrobes himself, but as his shirt is above his head, blocking his vision, he pauses. Clawed hands push down his trousers with a single, solid motion.

“Ooh! That's quite the equipment you have!" Boala's voice coos.

A furry hand brushes his flaccid manhood, before he suddenly feels her cupping his testicles.

“And these look really full!"

He moves his arms, pulling the top from his head, but feels a hand push him back. He falls atop the bed, an arm caught in the sleeve of his shirt. As he tries to pull it free, Naoma climbs atop him, grabs the shirt, yanks it off and throws it across the room.

“Easy, sweetheart. You don't need to be so rough."

“I'm sorry!" Naoma gasps, bringing her hands to her gaping maw. “I'm just so excited, I-"

“Shh. Come here." He coos.

Leaning over, Naoma comes face to face with the smaller human. Looking down at him, she seems unsure of what he wants. He pets her softly, giving her a shiver. Her large breasts bounce and sway, her nipples grinding into the bare flesh of his chest. He pulls at her, bringing her closer and smooshing her feminine orbs against him as he gives her a loving embrace. Naoma trembles. She nuzzles his cheek, only for him to allow her more room to move. Lifting herself up, she looks down at him. He immediately plants a very tender kiss upon her lips, prolonging it until the moment feels right, all the while his manhood steadily grows erect.

The look on her face is very telling. She seems to be in a daze. Looking down at him, Naoma appears as if she wishes to speak, but is simply unable to. He caresses her face with his fingertips, and she promptly nuzzles his palm with her snout, closing her eyes tightly.

“I-I've never had this before." She softly remarks.

“You do now."

Opening her eyes, Naoma grins from cheek to cheek. Smiling back at her, Irzain can feel his manhood throbbing. His desire for this woman, the love of his life, is overwhelming. It utterly clouds his judgement. Leaning in, she kisses him with such passion, and he can finally feel the love that he remembers them sharing. As she pulls away, he opens his eyes, startled to see Boala straddling him. A stream of saliva from their kiss trickles down her chin. Reaching back, Boala gasps.

“He feels even bigger than he looks, sweetheart." She coos.

Before he can say anything, she lifts herself up, slides slightly back, and then lowers herself back down. He winces, his head pushing into her pillows as he feels the warmth of her loins.

“NnnnAHH!" Boala cries out, taking Irzain's member inside of her. “H-he's big!"

“And you're tight." He grunts.

“Mmm-you feel so good!" Naoma exclaims.

Looking down, Irzain sees his love as she straddles his lap. She moves slowly down his shaft, taking him into her taut loins. He groans from the pleasure, reaching out and placing his hands on her broad hips.

“So do you, baby. I've never felt better." He says with a pleased sigh.

“R-really?!" Boala asks.

Looking down, the Helngar woman he'd met only a few minutes earlier smiles wide. Her raised shoulders and bowed head once again reveal her flushing. Feeling a tinge of guilt as he realizes who he's actually been talking too, Irzain doesn't back down.

“Really. You're the best, the most beautiful, and I'm the luckiest man alive to be with you right now." He says with a smile.

“Aww!" She leans over, bringing her face close to his. “You're just the sweetest!"

He opens his mouth to speak, but before he can say a word, his breath is stolen. Boala bounces her hips, taking his endowment from base to tip and back down to the base. She cries out and Irzain grunts. He feels her quivering loins as the strange woman takes him into her most intimate place. She kisses him with such passion as she begins her work, riding him with considerable skill and vigor. The pair lose track of time as they make love, changing from one position to the next. After a time, Irzain's flashes cease, and he's left watching himself pleasuring Naoma.

Though he tells himself it's only Boala, the vision makes him work harder, eager to please what looks like the love of his life. He brings Naoma to orgasm, more than once. She claws at his arms and back, leaving noticeable marks. Her long, tapering, prehensile tail hooks around his torso, holding onto him as he enjoys her; it grips him as he takes her from behind, while she rests on her hands and knees, and as she lay on her back, with him between her legs. Finally, after what must've been nearly a half hour of raw pleasure, he releases his seed.

To Naoma's delight, Irzain keeps himself buried deep within her loins; her entire body tremors from pleasure as he floods her uterus. He leans forward, resting his head against her shoulder as he pants, feeling her damp fur against his sweat-drenched skin. Naoma gasps for air as she lay limp, thoroughly pleasured by her lover. He feels her breasts against his chin as her chest heaves.

“By the Seraphs..." He says through labored breaths. “That was the best yet."

“I, hhf, agree." Boala says, still panting. “I've, hhf, never, hhf, had better! You're, hhf, very special, hhf, Irzain, hhf, and I mean that!"

Pulling back, Irzain looks into Boala's eyes. Her glowing, orange spheres stare deeply into his emerald green orbs. She runs her fingers through his short, damp, brown hair before leaning in and giving him a surprisingly loving kiss. Her head strikes the pillow with a loud puff, and she takes a deep breath. Looking down, Irzain watches his manhood as he pulls his considerable member out of Boala's stretched, pink nether lips. As soon as he does, her hand races down, eager to hold in all that he'd given her. Her legs close as the human flops down beside her, lying next to her in her bed.

Boala rolls over, facing toward him. She rests a hand on his arm, gently stroking him with her claws. He responds by reaching out and slipping his arm around her slender waist. Pulling at her, she moves closer, and the pair cuddle. With one of her hands still covering her loins, she eventually turns over, facing her back to him. Holding her as if she's his, Irzain can recall a time when he'd slept beside Naoma, holding her in an identical fashion. Though he knows that Boala is not her, and she doesn't change into Naoma as she had many times earlier, he continues to hold her. Her warmth, her presence, it brings him intense peace.

Opening his eyes, Irzain wakes from a dreamless sleep. He looks toward the window, seeing the very faint, pinkish-orange glow of dawn beaming in. Shooting up in bed, he looks around the strange room. The bed suddenly shifts, causing him to slowly, fearfully look to his right. To his shock, lying beside him is Boala, the Helngar woman from the bar. Suddenly, Irzain recalls how the night unfolded, how his flashbacks melded with what felt like a fantasy, but it was all too real. He'd slept with Boala; he'd given her the passion, vigor and intensity that he would've given Naoma. Guilt begins to overwhelm him and he hangs his head, resting his face in his upturned palms.

“Mmm-good morning, sweetheart." Boala coos, rolling over in bed.

“Hi..." His voice is muffled by his palms.

Seeing his posture, she sits up.

“Are you alright?"

Dragging his hands along his face as he lifts his head, he glances toward Boala. The beautiful Helngar woman stares with her glowing, orange eyes. The look on her face is one of concern.

“I should be..."

“But you aren't?" She asks, leaning closer.

“I don't know what I am, anymore." Irzain sighs, flopping back in bed.

“Typically, mysterious is sexy. This is just concerning, though."

“I'm sorry."

Leaning onto her side, Boala supports herself with an elbow, her chin resting in a palm. She takes her free hand and strokes his bare chest with her claws, scratching him so gently.

“Did you want to talk about it?" She asks, a little smile forming on her face.

“You certainly seem interested." He remarks.

“Of course! I like you! I didn't approach you last night for business." She begins.

“You mean, you're? ... Oh, damn." He sighs.

“Don't worry; I just said it wasn't business." She giggles. “You're cute, and I like you! I especially liked how sweet and affectionate you were with me. I wasn't expecting that. It swept me off of my feet, if you know what I mean." Boala winks. “It was like you loved me or something. I-I uhm... I'd never had that before." She sheepishly admits.

“Never?" Irzain feels a tinge of pity.

“Never... In all of my years roaming this kingdom, I've learned some harsh lessons. I'd begun to believe that women weren't put here to ever feel loved or be cared for, but to eventually pair off and breed, and to hope and pray to the Seraphs that their mate wasn't abusive, or a drunk. I think last night you actually proved me wrong." Her smile grows wider.

“Yeah, about last night, I can explain."

“... You were acting?" Her smile fades as she pushes herself up.

“No! I, uh... I have a condition."

“You're ill?!" She bolts upright, a look of sheer terror on her face. “Is it a sexual disease?!"

“No, no! Nothing like that! Just listen..." He sits up, beside her. “I suffered a bad head injury some time ago. I awoke on a beach, shipwrecked and without my memories..."

“... You're name?"

“Given to me, by the friends I came in here with."

Boala seems to relax, her fretful expression also fading and the look of concern returning. She leans closer to him, brushing the soft fur of her arm against his flesh.

“I was taken in by some people; those two guys I was drinking with downstairs? They're a part of our group. They've been helping me as I try to uncover who I am."

“Aww, you poor thing." She coos, softly stroking his cheek with her clawed fingers. “But why do you look so upset? Didn't you enjoy our time together?!"

“I've been having flashbacks. I saw you downstairs and you reminded me of someone."

“Someone?" She raises a brow.

“Someone very special to me; another Helngar woman. You look so much like her, in body at least..."

“She sounds sexy." Boala seductively winks.

“Yeah." He smiles. “I remember our relationship. I remember loving her. When we were together last night, I was slipping back and forth between my memories and reality; I was treating you the same way I would've treated her, had I been with her last night."

“Aww! You thought I was your love! That's so cute!" She gushes, holding her hands against her cheeks. “You're just the sweetest, cutest, brain damaged human I've ever seen!"

“You say that like you meet a lot of handicapped men."

“To be fair, most men seem brain damaged to me." She quips.

“I can see that... But what if I remember where she is? What if I go back and find that I'm married? What if I'd just betrayed her because of my condition?" He whimpers.

“Even if you are and even if you did, you have the perfect excuse. Don't feel bad for giving in to your natural inclinations. Besides, your sexy, Helngar sweetheart might even think you're dead! She might've already moved on and have a new man comforting her right now!"

“Don't say that..."

“Who knows! Maybe she was on that ship with you and died in the wreck!"

“Don't say that!" His voice trembles.

Boala pauses, seeing the pain in his eyes. A tear escapes from Irzain, running along his cheek and through the forest of his beard. She leans closer, her pointy nose barely an inch away from him. She reaches out a hand, brushing his tears away, then softly kisses his cheek. Without saying a word, he turns his eyes toward her; their gazes lock, staring deeply into each other. Her lips curl upward around the corners of her broad snout, forming a little grin. She leans a little closer, planting a kiss on him and pushing her big breasts into his chest as she forces them back. They land atop the bed as she slides an arm around his body, nuzzling him as if he were her lover of many years.

“I'm sorry if I upset you, darling. I didn't mean to. I just wanted to make you happy."

“Now who's acting lovestruck?" Irzain cracks a smile.

“I won't lie; I certainly feel something. Your passion was so... Passionate! I-I uhm... I wouldn't mind feeling it again... And again." She coos, kissing his face softly. “And I'll leave you with this; if I was your sweetheart, I'd never let you out of my sight. You're a treasure."

“Aww." He nuzzles her snout. “You're so sweet."

Staring deeply into her eyes, Boala and Irzain seem to lose themselves in the moment. The now shy, nervous looking Helngar wench leans in and plants a kiss upon his lips. He can feel her long, pointy tongue slithering into his mouth and wrestling with his own. His temperature rises, along with his manhood. Her clawed hand glides over his form and Irzain soon feels her stroking him. He has no flashes and no confusion; he is well aware that this is Boala. She massages him as he grows erect, kissing him deeply. Their passion feels so genuine; all he wants is to keep it with him.

Feeling emboldened, he rests a hand on her bicep and pushes her back. She coos as he lay her on her back and climbs atop her. Nuzzling leads to kissing, kissing leads to foreplay, and foreplay leads to penetration. Soon, the pair are mating as vigorously as they were on the previous night, and by the end of dawn, nearly twenty minutes later, they'd finished. The pair hold each other as they pant and gasp. Boala, though, keeps a hand betwixt her legs, once again holding in what Irzain had given her when he'd finished. She absorbs his affection like a dry sponge, pushing against him harder and harder with every nuzzle and every kiss.

Eventually, they decide that it's been long enough, right around the time their stomachs begin to rumble. Getting dressed and heading downstairs, they find that the dining hall is void of life. Only the barkeep, who yawns and stretches as he emerges from his back room, occupies the space with them. Sitting beside each other, Irzain buys Boala breakfast, and the pair share a pleasant conversation. From what little Irzain can recall of himself, the pair seem to have some things in common, and if nothing else, their personalities are very complimentary. As they talk, he believes that he'll genuinely miss her when they inevitably leave.

As they eat and talk, a series of footsteps draws their attention. Glancing back, Irzain sees his female companions, all of whom are stunned to see him sitting beside a woman. As he introduces Boala to his crew, making special note of Kirsta, who'd first found him, Jarae's eyes narrow and she smells the air. She rolls her shimmering, pink eyes.

“What's wrong?" Irzain asks.

“Not a thing, apparently." Jarae replies, turning away from the pair and rubbing a finger beneath her flat, feline nose.

“She's Jaliscan. Jaliscan and Helngar have superior noses, sweetheart." Boala interjects, tapping a claw against her pointy nose.

“Right. I keep forgetting about that."

“To be fair, she doesn't need a superior nose to smell you two." Kirsta snickers.

“Yeah. We were just being polite." Mairlynn adds.

“That bad, huh?" Irzain jokingly sniffs his armpit.

“A little." Kirsta smirks.

“Did uhm... Did you two do it just before you came down here?" Mairlynn prods, leaning closer to Boala.

“That's not your business!" Irzain replies.

“Yes." Boala grins.

“Lucky..." Mairlynn sighs.

“I like your friends." Boala turns to Irzain.

Joining the pair, the women also order breakfast, eating the bacon and eggs that the barkeep decides to cook for them.

“So, what's the plan?" Kirsta asks with her mouth full.

“I don't know. I haven't come up with one." Irzain replies.

“Plan?" Boala turns to him.

“I remembered the name 'Bremen', and it sounded like a place I had to go to, so we came here to look for clues." He explains.

“Bremen?! Bremen only has two little towns, none of which are remotely significant. Besides, I've lived here for nearly six months, and I definitely would've remembered you." Boala coos.

“Aww." Mairlynn gushes, watching them.

“Well, there must be a reason we came here. Isn't there anything worth the trip?" Jarae asks, before biting a strip of crunchy bacon.

“Not really. It's just a bunch of locals and... Oh!" Boala's eyes light up. “There's a doctor here! He lives in the next town, across the island! He's supposedly a master alchemist!"

“Really?!" Irzain gasps.

“Perhaps he could make you a potion to help bring back your memories!" Boala chirps, positively glowing.

“Do you know where he lives or what he looks like?" Kirsta asks.

“I know enough to make sure you find him."

Irzain throws his arms around her, giving her a loving squeeze. Boala's lips curl into a little smile as she bows her head, resting it against his as she gently strokes his forearms with her claws.

“Thank you." He speaks softly. “Thank you, so much!"

“Don't mention it, sweetheart." She murmurs, softly nuzzling him.

After quickly finishing their meals, the women grab their gear and prepare for the trip. Meanwhile, Irzain holds onto Boala, giving her the prolonged goodbye that he feels she deserves. Leaning over, the taller Helngar female holds him close.

“You have no idea how helpful you've been." He whispers into her long, tapering ear.

“I'm glad."

“And not just because of the doctor. You helped me last night, too."

“I-I did?!"

“Yeah. That was the first night in a long time where I felt at peace." He says as he gently rubs her back.

“Oh, Irzain. You're such a sweetheart. You know... Y-you made me feel really good too." She sheepishly admits.

“I'm glad."

“C-can... Erm..."

“Yeah?" He pulls away, looking up and into her eyes.

“Do you think maybe... You could come back and see me? Y-you know, before you leave Bremen."

She reaches across her chest, nervously grasping onto an arm as she looks so sheepishly at the floor. She turns her glowing, orange eyes toward him, hoping for his answer.

“Of course!" He says with a warm smile.

“Oh! Good!" She smiles back.

“Ready to go?" Kirsta asks, approaching the pair.

“Aren't we going to wait for Steingar and Valan?" Mairlynn wonders.

“They're probably busy." Kirsta remarks.

“Busy where?" Mairlynn cocks her head.

“Uhm... They went upstairs before I was with Boala." Irzain carefully interjects.

“Figures." Jarae grumbles.

“I wonder what lucky whore got to take in Valan... So deeply... Mmm..." Mairlynn wonders, loosing herself in her lustful thoughts.

“Who cares. Let's go!" Jarae snarls, baring her teeth.

“You don't want to wait for them?" Mairlynn asks.

“This island isn't that big. Let him have his damn whore." Jarae mutters as she pushes them aside and leaves the inn.

“She's going to have to do something about her jealousy." Kirsta remarks.

Kirsta and Mairlynn swiftly follow Jarae, armed with the information that Boala had given them. Following his three companions, Irzain also leaves the inn. He pauses, however, before looking back at Boala. She stands in the opened doorway, watching him intensely. As the girls march along, they quickly realize that Irzain isn't with them. They pause and turn back, watching as Irzain approaches Boala. He gives her one last hug, before tilting his head back.

“You're too good for this kind of life. You have so much more to offer someone than just your body; I thought you should know that."

Boala is flabbergasted. She doesn't know what to say or how to respond, merely giving him a squeeze before letting him go. She'd never had a man say such sweet and positive things to her before. Perhaps he's right? The group turns a corner and heads for the forest, following a path that takes them directly to the second town, just over a half mile away. Boala heads back inside, returning to the bar. She sits atop a stool as she recalls their night together.

“He seemed to like you." The barkeep remarks, cleaning a dirty plate with a damp rag.

“Yeah..." She murmurs.

“Was he a customer?"

“No... Personal."

“Yeah, I figured... Do you want your Silphium tea now, or are you planning on actually earning this week? I could hold onto it until you have a customer or two."

Boala turns her eyes toward the barkeep, who patiently awaits her response. As a precaution she's taken Silphium tea every day, even for the past twelve days, when she hasn't had a single customer. As Silphium prevents pregnancy, she's made good use of their supplies; a girl in her profession can never be too careful. However, the beautiful Helngar hesitates.

“Boala?" The barkeep eventually asks again.

She rests her hand over her belly, recalling how sweet and affectionate Irzain was. He even appeared to have excellent blood, with strong features and good health, and of course, his considerable endowment. Remembering what he'd said to her, she can tell that his heart was true, even if it doesn't belong to her. The longer she dwells on his words, and how well he treated her, the more she believes him. She smiles at the barkeep.

“I don't think I'll be needing it." She finally answers.

“So, he was too drunk to perform, eh?" The barkeep chuckles.

“No. We went at it for a while, and he finished inside of me, twice."

“What a trooper. You should've made him pay." The barkeep chuckles, wiping down another plate.

Boala's eyes narrow, her frustration and anger slowly simmering.

“So, you're saving today's Silphium until after you get a customer?"

“No..." She growls.

“... I don't understand."

“I'm not looking for a customer. I just think I'd like to keep his seed."

The barkeep freezes in place, his hands holding firmly to the plate that he was cleaning as he turns his eyes slowly toward her.

“What?!" He gasps. “Are you sure about that?! I mean, aren't you worried that-? I mean, what if..."

“I know."

“But... He's a human!"

“I've noticed." Boala grins.

“And you aren't worried about what'll happen?" The barkeep presses her.

“Should I be?"

“Well, yeah! You know how taboo all of those drones living in the Kingdom feel about that kind of thing. You being a Helngar and all, they won't take kindly to any hybrid children you have. You're supposed to be a pureblood, and so are your children, just like all of the others."

“Maybe that's what I like about the idea?" She giggles.

“Maybe... Does he even know you're doing this?!" He asks, becoming increasingly concerned.

“Look, mind your own business, Daz! I know what I'm doing." She growls.

“Alright, fine..." He raises his hands in surrender. “It's your body."

“That's right. It's my body. And since it's my body, I think I'm done here. I don't want to do this anymore."

“You mean you're leaving?!"

“Mhm. I've saved enough for a trip back home."

“Erm, well, alright... It's been nice knowing you, I guess. When are you leaving, Boala?"

She turns her head, looking toward the front door. Right then and there, she decides to stay only until Irzain can keep his promise, and visit her one last time.

“Soon." She softly answers.

Heading back upstairs to prepare her things, she passes the doors of Tomala and Sira. Rolling over in bed, Steingar slowly opens his golden eyes. He yawns, his long, pointy tongue curling and his ears folding back as he stretches. He looks over, admiring the form of the beautiful Sira, the Jaliscan wench sleeping so peacefully beside him. He'd done excellent work, as evidenced by how many times she'd orgasmed and how tired she became afterward. He turns his head, finally noticing the daylight through the window. Its intensity startles him and he swiftly sits up in bed.

“Oh shit..."

Slowly opening his eyes, Valan hears the growing cacophony of voices coming from downstairs. It doesn't sound like a breakfast crowd. As he sits up, Tomala rolls over in bed. She tries to throw an arm around him, eager to hold him close, as she had for most of the night, but as he'd moved, she gently punches his side.

“Oof."

“Sorry, baby." She coos.

“You didn't hit me hard." He replies, resting on his side and looking at the beautiful woman.

“That too..." She opens her eyes. “But I meant I was sorry for doubting you."

“Oh?"

“Yeah. I could never charge you for something that good. You did me a real favor." She lustfully grins, resting a hand on his flaccid manhood.

“Aren't you sweet." He softly chuckles.

“I'd love it if you could come back and see me sometime." She remarks, looking innocently up at him.

“Sure. I might be able to squeeze back in here in the future." He winks.

“Mmm-good." She sighs, sliding her arm around him once more. “Mmmm... What time is it, anyway, stud?"

“I don't know. There isn't a clock in here."

“Well, is it daylight out?"

Looking over his shoulder, Valan's eyes widen. The sun appears to be thoroughly affixed in the sky. How late is it?!

“It is... Damn..."