Chapter 1: The Long Detour
The air was thick and heavy, like a blanket someone had thrown over their shoulders, and it smelled like a mix of burnt hair and wet dog. Brutehilde stood there in her tavern hostess outfit, wooden clogs tapping against the cold, damp cave floor, and stared at the damn tunnel. It was dark, real dark, the kind of dark that makes you want to turn on every light in the house and still fear that something might be lurking in the corners. But here she was, staring at the mouth of the Underworld.
"Bloody hell, Brutehilde," groaned her sister, Wee Minnie, her Scottish accent thick as honey. "Ye dinnae half pick the worst places tae traipse through, do ye?" She was hunched over her squeaky tea trolley, a pot of tea already steeping despite the heat radiating from the lava-filled plains outside. "A nice cup o' tea might make this less... Underworld-y," she muttered, pouring herself a cup.
Brutehilde glanced at Ulrika, their Dark Elf companion and technically governess of the province which was now being engulfed with lava, who was casually inspecting her nails with a small, obsidian file. "This is the only way," she said, her voice as smooth and cool as her silver armor and silken purple robes.
"The surface roads are impassable till the lava cools, and the although the southern Dwarves' tunnels are broader and more direct, those crooked little buggers won't let us through without a fight."
Brutehilde's hands clenched into fists, the iron balls and chains in her braided hair clinking softly. She turned to her right-hand woman, Polly, who was busy examining her brass knuckles, her green mohawk glinting under the dim light of a nearby lava pool. "You hear that? We're going in."
Polly shrugged, a smirk playing on her lips. "Sounds like a party. But where's the booze?"
Honeymuff, the cheerful, horny Pixie perched on Polly's shoulder, giggled. "I know what's eating Brutey," she said. "She can't bear the thought of being separated from Falroch's cock for so long. Not to worry, though, I heard the spiders down here are really big! And intelligent!" She clapped her tiny hands, wings fluttering excitedly. "I can't wait to see them! What kind of stiffy do you think they have between eight legs?"
Polly rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless. "Just keep your wings on, Honeymuff. We're here to get home, not to play with giant spiders."
Tulip, Polly's lover, her Elven skin glowing golden and hair bright green as spring approached, glanced at Ulrika. "Are you sure about this, Ulrika? The Underworld is... challenging. Even for someone like me." Tulip's voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried a weight that made even Brutehilde nod in understanding.
Ulrika, however, simply smiled, her violet eyes reflecting the dancing flames of the lava outside. "I assure you, my dear Tulip, I am well aware of the perils. But I am also well-versed in the secrets and shortcuts of this realm. Besides," she added, her eyes flicking to Brutehilde, "After the first couple of days' journeying, we will reach Mahzipan, the Dark Elf city which is home to my clan. I can promise you, you will not have seen such a spectacle before and will find it well worth the journey. We will be able to get help there for the remainder of the journey to the coast. You are not your average group of travelers." She stood up, her robes rustling softly, and stepped towards the tunnel. "But before we proceed, we must prepare. The Underworld is a treacherous place, and we must be ready for anything."
Minnie clanged her teacup against its saucer, her eyes wide. "Aye, prepare indeed! What about provisions? We cannae survive on tea alone, ye ken."
Ulrika chuckled, a sound like distant thunder. "Do not worry, Minnie. I have arranged for some supplies to be delivered to us. A cart filled with food, water, and other necessities should be arriving shortly. Jeremas has sent some soldiers back to retrieve them from the upper town, which is still above the lava level. In the meantime, let us ensure our weapons and gear are in top condition."
Brutehilde nodded, her gaze wandering over the group. "Listen up, you lot. We stick together, we watch each other's backs, and we don't go wandering off on your own. Understand?"
Polly raised a hand, a cheeky grin on her face. "And what about my back? You know you can't resist a good spanking, Ulrika. Maybe we should add that to the list of necessities."
Ulrika snorted, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You're insatiable, Polly. But I think we'll manage without that. For now. But just you wait till we reach the city."
They all got some rest and checked their equipment, occasionally staring apprehensively at the tunnel mouth and the steep downward slope within, while they waited for the cart to arrive.
Tulip turned to look as the beautiful knight, Tanna Sharp, sat gingerly down next to her, wincing slightly as her bottom touched the floor. Tulip's Elven eyes took their time roving over the knight's shapely breasts and thighs, discernible even beneath her shining silvered armour.
"Tanna," admonished Tulip tenderly, "you surely don't still have that butt plug up your bum, do you?"
Tanna smiled sheepishly. "But I like it so much," she said. "I didn't at first, but I feel empty without it now. Though I will admit it is becoming a little sore. I just sat here, mistress, to see if I could help soothe your nerves? You seem apprehensive of the journey ahead of us." Tanna's voice was soft, barely above a whisper, as her clear blue eyes met Tulip's. The knight's cheeks flushed a soft pink, her breath hitching slightly as Tulip's hand gently cupped her cheek.
Tulip leaned in, her lips brushing against Tanna's in a soft, lingering kiss. "I am, love. But you're right, I need a distraction."
Tanna's fingers found their way into Tulip's hair, her touch gentle but firm as she deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring Tulip's mouth.
Tulip moaned softly, her body pressing closer to Tanna's, her hands traveling down the knight's sides, tracing the curve of her waist before settling on her hips.
Tanna's breath hitched as Tulip's fingers dug into her flesh, pulling her closer. She could feel the heat radiating from Tulip, could smell the scent of her arousal, sweet and musky, filling the air between them. She gasped as Tulip's hand slipped beneath her armour, her fingers brushing against the creamy skin of her stomach before dipping lower, teasing the edge of her underwear.
Tanna looked around, her breath coming in short gasps, but the others seemed too engrossed in their own preparations to notice. "Someone might see," she whispered, though her body arched into Tulip's touch, begging for more.
"Let them," Tulip whispered back, her voice like velvet. "Let them see what you do to me, Tanna. Let them see how you make me lose control." Her hand was lower now, her fingers brushing against the wetness leaking from Tanna's pussy. "You're so deliciously wet," she growled, pushing a finger inside.
Tanna moaned, her body tensing as Tulip's finger slid in and out, coating itself in her juices. It was a bit of a squeeze, not only because her pussy was as pink and tight as a mouse's earhole, but because of the constricting armour she wore.
"Oh my goodness, Tulip," Tanna gasped, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the cart behind them. "More. I need more."
Tulip obliged, wincing as she pushed in a second finger, stretching the silken snatch and filling it. Tanna's breath came in short, desperate gasps as Tulip fucked her with her fingers, her thumb finding and circling her clit.
"You like that, don't you, you dirty little knight?" Tulip murmured, her voice thick with desire. "You love it when I play with your little clit, don't you, Tanna? Such a dirty little knight, getting off in the midst of danger."
Tanna's eyes rolled back, her head falling against the cart as Tulip's thumb circled her clit faster, her fingers squeezing in and out of her pussy with increasing intensity. Her hips bucked against Tulip's hand, her body begging for more.
"Oh, yes, Tulip. Please, don't stop. I get off on danger, I'm trained for the fight. I relish the thought of going into these tunnels, not knowing what lies ahead, it makes me so wet, my fanny pulses in anticipation. And now your fingers are inside my own tunnel, and I'm losing my mind with pleasure. Please help me to find release."
Tanna sobbed and gasped with desire as softly as she could, her body tensing as Tulip's fingers fucked her harder, her thumb circling her clit with more pressure, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. Her pussy clenched around Tulip's fingers, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt her orgasm building, like a storm gathering force.
Tulip could feel it too, could feel the way Tanna's pussy was gripping her fingers fluttering rapidly as the contractions approached, an unstoppable force, she could hear the way her breath was coming in short, desperate gasps.
She leaned in, her lips finding Tanna's ear, her voice a low, dirty growl. "Come for me, Tanna. Come all over my stroking fingers. Show me how much you want it."
Tanna's body tensed, her back arching as she let out a strangled cry. Her orgasm hit her like a bolt of lightning, her pussy clamping down on Tulip's fingers in a stranglehold. Tulip could feel the heat of her, could feel the way her juices were coating her hand. She fucked her harder, her thumb still working her clit, drawing out her orgasm.
Tanna's body convulsed, her legs trembling as she rode out the waves of pleasure. Finally, she collapsed against the cart, her chest heaving, her body drenched in sweat.
Tulip pulled her fingers out of Tanna, bringing them to her mouth and sucking them clean, a wicked smile on her face. "Delicious," she said, her voice a low purr. "You taste like sugared sin, Tanna."
She offered Tanna her fingers, so she could taste her own juices. The dazed knight licked them gratefully, then beamed up at the beautiful Elf. "Thank you, Tulip, though I'd rather taste your nectar."
"What makes you think you're not about to?" said Tulip, winking at her. She took Tanna's hand and helped her stand, showing surprising strength. For such slim, willowy creatures, Elves were immensely powerful. "Let's slip behind the cart." She led the way behind the wooden vehicle, Tanna's eyes glued to the sway of Tulip's small, perfect ass under her short green dress.
Once out of sight - though still well within earshot - Tanna raised her dress, slipped down her tights and then pulled her panties half way down her exquisite thighs. An aroma like spiced orange blossom seduced Tanna's nostrils from the moist entrance to the Elf's heavenly haven.
Tanna dropped to her knees in desire, eliciting a clank from the armour she still wore, and leaned forward to kiss and nuzzle the beautiful cleft before her. Tulip cradled the back of the knight's head, pulling her in closer, shivering in delight with a prolonged "Oooohhhhh...." as the tongue caressed her delicate folds.
Neither of them noticed that the diminutive Honeymuff was also hiding behind the cart, munching a pastry she had stolen. The Pixie looked on with great interest as the cunnilingus commenced, her hand reaching up her own dress to begin its pleasant task of diddling.
As she watched, her translucent wings fluttered in excitement, the tiny creature's eyes wide with voyeuristic delight. Her little hand was busy in there, rubbing her clit with the same haste and fervour as she'd use to rinse a mug at the sink.
Tanna licked and nibbled at Tulip's pussy, her tongue making long, languid strokes from the bottom of the Elf's slit all the way up to the top. She teased the hood of her clit, tapping it gently with her nose, before plunging her tongue back down into the wet, warm depths.
Tulip moaned, her head thrown back, her fingers tangled in Tanna's hair, guiding her, urging her on. Her hips bucked against Tanna's face, her pussy grinding against her mouth as she chased her pleasure.
"Oh my, Tanna," she gasped, her voice ragged with desire. "Fuck, you're good at that. So fucking good. Eat me out, you pretty thing, my big strong knight protectress. Eat my aching pussy like you mean it."
Tanna moaned in response, her tongue delving deeper, fucking her with it as she sucked and licked and nibbled.
She gripped Tulip's thighs tighter, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she held her in place. She shook her gauntlets off and renewed her grip, luxuriating in the feel of warm skin beneath her fingers. No thighs in the world felt as good to touch as those of an Elf woman. Tulip's breath was coming in short, sharp gasps now, her body trembling with the force of her arousal.
"Yes, goodness, yes," Tulip panted, her hips moving in time with Tanna's tongue. "Just like that, just like that. Oh, it's too intense, I'm going to come, Tanna. Oh my sweet knight, I'm going to come all over your face," Tulip panted, her body tensing as her orgasm approached. Tanna looked up at her, her eyes locked with Tulip's as she kept sucking and licking her clit, her tongue moving faster and faster.
Tulip's breath hitched, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her, like a wave crashing against the shore. She threw her head back, her hips bucking against Tanna's face, her pussy gripping her tongue as she came.
Tulip screamed, a wild, primal sound that echoed through the cavern, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. So much for secrecy, as all heads turned at the sound.
Tanna didn't let up, her tongue still flicking against Tulip's clit, drawing out her pleasure, her fingers gripping her hips, holding her in place. She wanted to devour her, to consume her, to make her come over and over again.
Tulip was panting, her body trembling, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Oh, oh, Tanna," she gasped. "You're amazing, a goddess with that tongue. You're not getting wasted on sentry duty in those tunnels - you're in bed with me and Polly!"
"And me!" chirped Honeymuff, still masturbating as she fluttered up between their faces. "You needn't think I'm missing out after getting turned on like this."
As she got her breath back and licked the sweet juice from her chin, Tanna frowned in puzzlement. "But you're a Pixie ... the size difference ... what can you possibly do?"
"I can whip that plug out of your ass for starters," grinned Honeymuff, "then corkscrew myself right up your butt hole. And baby, when I start fluttering my wings up there, your brain will just explode and you'll come on the spot!" She winked as she flew away. "Ask Polly, she knows!"
When clothing and armour had been readjusted, the pair emerged from behind the cart. Tulip looked regal and carefree, entirely fine with the fact that everyone had heard her orgasmic scream. Tanna was less confident, still not comfortable with her private doings being public knowledge, though she relaxed a little when Ulrika smiled at her and winked to let her know she had done a good job.
"Ah, now that our party is complete again," Brutehilde said, as she aimed a stern glare at the amorous couple, "perhaps we can get to work and begin? The soldiers are returning with salvaged goods to make up our packs now. We'll have to sort through it and select the foods with the longest lives to bring with us. Ulrika has said we may take the carts as far as the Dark Elf city, as the way is fairly clear. But after that, we will be limited to what we can carry. So chop-chop and let's jump to it!" She clapped her great hands concussively. "The sooner we get started, the sooner we can be home!"
As Ulrika's guardsmen trooped into the cavern and deposited their rescued provisions, the began the job of selecting what they could best take with them. Honeymuff pouted as her choice of sweet cakes and pastries were constantly vetoed as having too short a shelf life to be useful. She compensated by wolding as many as she could on the spot.
As they stacked crates of salted meats and trail biscuits on the carts, along with stoppered jugs of water, Tanna sidled close to Polly. She admired the green-haired woman's wiry muscles as she worked, the way the sweat shone on her skin.
"Polly," she ventured at last, nervous to broach the subject, but desperate to know the truth, "Honeymuff implied that she may have squeezed herself into your ... erm ... back passage upon occasion. I'm sure she must just be being silly, but..."
"Oh, it's perfectly true," grinned Polly, turning to smile at the bashful knight. She could read exactly what thoughts were passing through the lovely woman's relatively innocent, unspoiled mind. "Pixies can fit themselves into most tight spots - and believe me, my arse is squeaky tight! - they can also fit most things into themselves. They're able to stretch between dimensions, it's a part of the magic of their species. Honeymuff has been double-fucked by cocks as wide as herself, and still called for more. As for her bum gymnastics ... well, you'd better prepare yourself for ecstasies that will shut down your capacity for thought, all you want is for the pleasure to continue."
Tanna's eyes widened, her breath hitching as she imagined the tiny Pixie burrowing up her butt. She looked at Polly, her face flushed with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. "I've never... I mean, I've always just... you know, with a cock..." she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know if I'm ready for something like that."
Polly chuckled, her eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. "Well, you better get ready, my little knight in shining armor," she said, her voice low and husky. "Because that's exactly what Honeymuff will want to do to you. And trust me, you won't want to say no. She's got a knack for making your body do things you never thought it could do. And don't worry, I'll lick your ass for you till it's good and slippery first."
Tanna's cheeks were burning, but her body was thrumming with curiosity and arousal. She looked around, her heart pounding in her chest. None of the others were paying them any attention, all engrossed in their tasks. She licked her lips, her voice barely above a whisper. "But... But where? When?"
Polly smirked, a wicked glint in her eye. "Tonight, when we camp. I've arranged for Brutehilde and Jeremas to share tonight's watch. So you might want to pull that plug out of your bum hole before we start moving, give your anus a chance to rest today. Because come tonight, it's going to be hot and wet and singing with bliss!" Polly's voice was like a purr, sending shivers down Tanna's spine. The knight's mouth was suddenly dry, her heart pounding in her chest. She nodded, her body aching with anticipation.
They worked diligently throughout the day, preparing the supplies and ensuring their equipment was in good order. The cave was filled with the sounds of clanking metal, grunting, and occasional laughter as they worked.
As the day wore on, the heat from the lava flow outside began to permeate the cave, making the air thick and heavy.
The group worked steadily, their bodies slick with sweat, their clothes clinging to their skin. Tanna found herself glancing at Polly more and more often, her breath hitching in her chest as she imagined what the green-haired woman had promised.
Polly caught her looking and winked, a slow, sultry smile spreading across her face. She mouthed the words, "Tonight," her tongue flicking out to wet her lips. Tanna's face flushed, her body aching with anticipation.
She looked away quickly, her hands fumbling with the straps of her armor, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe she was getting this turned on by just a look and a few words from Polly. There was something about Polly that made her want to throw caution to the wind and just let go.
As the day wore on, the heat in the cave became more and more oppressive. Tanna was dripping with sweat under her armour, her shirt and leggings clinging to her body, outlining every muscle and curve. She could feel the dampness between her legs, could smell her own arousal.
Finally in the late afternoon, Ulrika called a halt. The soldiers were leaving the cave, making their way further up the mountainside to assist the refugees who were taking the surface route.
"This is it, people, we're out of time," said Ulrika. "The lava will reach this cavern soon, and we need to be well on our way through the tunnels before that happens. What we have is going to have to be enough. Let's move it."
Brutehilde and Ulrika began marshaling everyone towards the entrance to the depths, barking orders and directing who should carry which loads and who should take first turns at pulling the heavily laden wagons (which were made heavier still by the fact that Minnie - with her wee, stumpy legs - was permitted to sit on the back of one, alongside her tea urn.
The heat in the cavern was noticeably more intense now. Ulrika led the march down the sloping passageway, torch held high. Brutehilde brought up the rear.
"Come along! No dilly-dallying!" commanded Ulrika. "We need to be past the first chasms quickly or the lava will overtake us."
"Chasms?" gulped Wee Minnie. "Aw no, hen, I'm afraid o' heights!"
"Don't worry, minnie dear, I'm sure it will be all right," boomed Brutehilde as she followed the others into the abyssal tunnel. But even she wondered just what they were really letting themselves in for.