Chapter 23: Melia's Research
Melia closed the door to her room after her walk with John. The encounter with Xal was still on her mind. She wondered what the strange priestess knew about her magical powers. She also didn't know if she should ask, because she didn't quite trust Xal.
She sat down and stretched out her legs. After centuries spent rooted to a tree, it was taking her some time to get used to them again. They looked exactly like they had before she tried to escape from the warlock. They were still the legs of a 23 year-old woman after five hundred years, somehow.
She looked down at them, still marveling at the way they moved. She could feel the muscles and the tendons working as she bent her knees, then brought her feet flat on the floor again. She could feel the pulse of blood in her veins, the ache of muscles long unused. It was strange and wonderful to feel so...alive.
She looked around the room, letting her eyes rest on each object. It had nly been a week, but this place felt familiar already. The bookshelf filled with tomes on magic and nature. The desk carved from a single piece of wood.
The window overlooking the forest, the green canopy that was once her home. The bed with its soft, inviting covers. Yes, this room had become her sanctuary, her safe haven after centuries of darkness and captivity.
She stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the trees. She shuddered at the memories of her time as a wood nymph, but some of the memories were not bad. She hadn't mentioned this to John, but there were parts of her time in the woods that she missed. Not the part where she drained people of their life force. She...she missed the seduction...sometimes, before draining a man's life force, she would let him pleasure her. She would feign ecstasy, guiding him to believe he was the best lover she had ever had. Then, as he climaxed, she would strike, his life force flowing into her like a sweet, intoxicating wine.
She remembered one man in particular, a young blacksmith with calloused hands and a kind smile. She had lured him into the woods, promising him pleasures he had only ever dreamed of. She had taken him to a secluded glade, where they made love under the silver light of the moon. He had been gentle, attentive, and skilled.
She had cried out his name as he took her, and he had looked into her eyes with such tenderness that she almost felt guilty for what she was about to do. But she needed his life force, and she knew that this was the only way. So, she struck, her black hair flowing around her like a dark curtain as she drained him of his life.
Melia shook her head, dispelling the memory. She didn't want to think about those times anymore. She didn't want to remember the pain she had caused, the lives she had taken. She turned away from the window and walked back to the bed, sitting down on the edge.
She ran her fingers through her dark hair, her mind still lost in the memories of her past. She sighed, feeling a pang of sadness and regret. She had done terrible things, but she couldn't change the past. All she could do was try to make amends for her actions and move forward.
She looked up as she heard a soft knock on the door. She stood up and walked towards it, her heart fluttering with anticipation. She opened the door to see a stranger standing there.
He was tall and slender, with shaggy brown hair that fell into his eyes. He had a kind smile and eyes that seemed to hold a world of secrets. Melia couldn't help but let her eyes wander down his body. He had a bag on a leather strap slung over his shoulder, but other than that, he was naked, just like Melia and everyone else.
His chest was smooth and muscular, and his skin looked tanned from the sun. He had a tattoo of a phoenix on his chest, its wings spread wide as if it were about to take flight.
Melia's eyes flicked further downward, taking in the man's naked body and the impressive size of his cock, already semi-erect and peeking out from the V of his muscled thighs. She felt a warmth spread through her, a primal stirring in her loins that took her by surprise.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," the man said, his voice gentle and soothing. "I'm new here, and I'm trying to find my way around. I was told you might be able to help me."
Melia's gaze snapped back up to his face, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and desire.
"Oh, no, it's fine. I just...I didn't expect anyone to be at the door." She managed a small smile. "How can I help you?"
The man's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled back at her. "I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Othoo. I, um..." His voice trailed off nervously.
"It's nice to meet you, Othoo," Melia said, extending her hand.
Othoo looked at her hand for a moment, then shook it gently. "You too," he said. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I was hoping you could help me." Melia's curiosity piqued. She had been exploring the tower herself, trying to find her place in this new world. She hadn't met many new people yet, and the idea of helping someone else navigate this strange place was appealing.
"Of course, I can help," Melia said, stepping aside to let Othoo enter her room. "What do you need help with?"
Othoo hesitated, looking around the room as if trying to decide whether he could trust Melia. Finally, he said, "I'm not sure." He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face. "I...I felt compelled to come here. To this room." Othoo looked around uncertainly, as if expecting to find clues hidden in the corners.
Melia gestured for him to sit down on the bed. "Why don't you start at the beginning, Othoo? What made you feel compelled to come here?"
Othoo sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes still darting nervously around the room. He took a deep breath before speaking. "There...there aren't many men who live in the tower..."
"I didn't think there were any," Melia said.
"I only know of a few others," Othoo said. "I'm mainly here to help the priestesses when they need...
assistance," Othoo finished, his voice trailing off.
Melia raised an eyebrow. "Assistance with what, exactly?"
Othoo paused, his eyes flicking to Melia and then back to his hands, which he was wringing together in his lap. "With their needs," he said. "And sometimes, for their potions, they need a man's ...essence."
Melia's eyes widened slightly, understanding what he meant. "Ah, I see."
"It seems strange to outsiders sometimes, but I'm proud to be here," Othoo said.
"It seems like a good deal to me," Melia said, "I mean, you're one man with however many beautiful priestesses." Othoo looked down, his cheeks flushing. "Well, I'm not complaining, but it can be...stressful at times. They have powerful needs, and sometimes I feel like I'm a walking, talking aphrodisiac."
"You seem to be handling it well," Melia said, her eyes roaming over his body again.
Othoo laughed nervously. "I'm not complaining, but it's not always easy." He looked up at Melia, his eyes searching hers. "I...I was hoping you might be able to help me with that." "Help you with what, exactly?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
Othoo shifted uncomfortably on the bed. "I...I'm not sure how to put this, but..." he trailed off, his gaze darting around the room again before settling on Melia. "I need a release. I've been on edge for days, and I don't know how much longer I can last. I was hoping...that maybe you could help me with that."
Melia felt a flush of heat spread through her body at his words.
She understood what he meant, and she found the idea surprisingly arousing.
"I'm not sure I understand, Othoo," she said, her voice soft. "How exactly do you want me to help you?"
Othoo took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers. "I need...release, Melia. I need to...to come. And I thought maybe you could help me with that. I know it's a strange request, but--"
Melia interrupted him with a gentle smile. "It's not strange at all, Othoo.
I understand," Melia said, her voice gentle yet firm. She stood up and walked over to the window, looking out at the forest. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She was surprised by her body's reaction to his request, but she couldn't deny the desire she felt. It had been so long since she had felt this way, and she found herself craving the intimacy.
She turned back to Othoo, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and nervousness. "I can help you, Othoo," she said, her voice steady.
Othoo looked up at her, surprise and gratitude evident in his eyes. "Really? You would do that for me?"
Melia nodded. "Of course. I understand what it's like to be filled with...desire. And I'm sure we can find a way to help each other."
Othoo stood up, his eyes never leaving hers. "I don't know what to say, Melia. Thank you."
Melia smiled, her eyes roaming over his body once more. She felt a shiver of anticipation run through her. "You don't have to say anything, Othoo." She reached out and ran a finger along his stiffening cock, feeling its length and girth. Othoo shivered at her touch, his breath hitching.
"Othoo," she said, watching as his shaft grew steadily longer and thicker, "is it going to stop growing at any point?"
"What do you mean?" Othoo asked.
Melia's finger was still tracing the length of his cock, feeling it grow harder and thicker under her touch. She looked up at him with a playful smirk. "I mean, is it going to stop growing before it's the size of a tree trunk?"
Othoo's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "I don't...I don't know. I've only ever had this problem since I came here. Before, I was...normal."
Melia chuckled, her fingers wrapping around his shaft. She held her forearm up to his length.
"You're already longer than my arm." She looked into his eyes, "And you're not even fully hard yet."
Othoo gulped, his cock throbbing in her hand. "This is...some of the priestesses like it this way..."
Melia watched as it grew until she couldn't get her hand all the way around it. "This isn't going to fit inside me now," she said.
"We'll have to do something else."
"I know," Othoo said, his voice strained with desire. "I'm not going to be able to fit inside you, but I can still make you feel good, right?"
Melia nodded, her own desire growing. "Yes, you can," she said, "but we should probably do something about this first." She stretched both hands around his cock, which seemed to have finally stopped growing. Her fingers barely met when she put both hands around it.
“Yes, that’s a start,” Melia said. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and desire. “Do you have sex with the priestesses with this?" she asked.
"Some of them," he said. 'The taller ones."
Melia burst out laughing. She ran her hands along the length of his shaft. When she reached the tip, precum spilled out , and she used it to stroke him, marveling at the amount of it.
“You’re a walking aphrodisiac, and you’re always ready for sex,” she said, more to herself than to him. “But you said you need a release. Why? Do the priestesses not always want you?”
Othoo sighed and sat down on the bed. “It’s not that. It’s just... I feel like I’m constantly on edge. Like I’m always waiting for something. I’m not sure how to explain it. But I feel like I need...closure. I need to...come.”
Melia nodded. "At a minimum, hopefully coming will help you relax," she said.
"Let's work on that for now."
She gazed at his massive cock, her mind buzzing with ideas. She needed to be creative, given his size and her petite stature. She wanted to make sure he felt pleasure, and she also wanted to enjoy the experience herself.
She started by running her hands up and down his length, marveling at how the skin felt soft and warm against her fingers. His cock twitched and throbbed in her hands, and she enjoyed the feel of his power.
She kissed the tip, although the tip was now big enough that it couldn't even fit all the way in her mouth.
She licked and sucked on the tip, swirling her tongue around the slit, feeling his precum spill onto her tongue. She moved her hands up and down his shaft, stroking him, while her tongue continued to tease the tip.
Othoo groaned, his hips moving slightly, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. Melia felt the pressure on her lips and gums, but she welcomed it. She loved the way he felt in her mouth, the way his cock throbbed and jumped against her tongue.
She took her mouth away from him, looking up into his eyes. "Does that feel good?" Melia asked.
Othoo nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, it feels incredible," he said.
Melia smiled and continued her ministrations, her hands and mouth working in tandem to bring him pleasure. She could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tensed and then relaxed as she stroked and teased him.
She looked up at him again, her eyes locked onto his. "Do you like it when I do this?" she asked, her voice breathy and soft.
Othoo nodded again, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes," he said.
"I like it very much."
Melia smiled, her eyes filling with desire. "Good. Because I like it too."
She redoubled her efforts, her hands gripping his shaft firmly, her mouth and tongue exploring every inch of his cock. She could feel his arousal growing, his cock hardening and lengthening in her hands. She marveled at the way it seemed to grow even larger, the veins standing out sharply against the smooth skin.
"You know," Melia said, "this would be easier if I had more hands."
Othoo laughed, the sound deep and throaty. "That's one way to look at it," he said.
Melia's hands were working in tandem, one gripping the base of his shaft while the other worked the length, twisting and stroking. She took the tip of her tongue and traced the veins that crisscrossed the underside of his cock. She could feel the blood pulsing through him, hot and urgent. She swirled her tongue around the head, lapping up the precum that was pooling there.
Othoo let out a low moan, his hips bucking slightly.
Melia paused. "Othoo, wait here. I promise I'll be right back." Melia stood up and walked out to the hallway. She knock on the door of the room next to hers, hoping that Keira was still staying in John's room.
"Come in!" she heard.
Melia entered and found Keira sitting on the floor, surrounded by books, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders. She looked up as Melia entered, her eyes lighting up.
"Melia! What can I do for you?" Keira asked, her voice warm and friendly.
Melia smiled, grateful for her friend's company. "I was wondering if you could help me with something. I have Othoo in my room, and he's...well, he's a walking aphrodisiac. He needs some release, but he's too big for me to handle on my own."
Keira raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
"Oh, really? That sounds like an interesting problem to have. How can I help?"
Melia blushed slightly, but her voice was filled with determination. "I was thinking maybe you could help me take care of him. We could do some kind of...tag team thing."
Keira chuckled, a sound like tinkling bells. "I see. You want a threesome. That sounds like fun."
Melia nodded eagerly. "Have you seen his cock? We'll be lucky to get him off with our hands." "Well, we can try," Keira said, standing up. "Let's go do this thing. I could use some fun after all these books."
Melia laughed, leading Keira back to her room. They found Othoo still on the bed, his cock standing at full attention, looking even bigger and harder than it had been a few moments before.
"Wow," Keira said, her eyes wide. "That is something else. You're right, that's not fitting inside either of us."
Keira walked over to the bed and sat down next to Othoo. She ran her hand along the length of his cock, marveling at its size and thickness. She looked up at Melia, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We'll have to get creative, won't we?" Her wings fluttered as she said this.
Melia nodded, her mind racing with ideas. She sat down on the other side of Othoo, her hands resting on his thighs. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire.
"We can start with our hands," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "Then we can move on to other things if needed."
Othoo looked down at them, his eyes filled with anticipation. "I'm ready if you are," he said, his voice deep and steady.
Melia and Keira exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. They each placed a hand on Othoo's cock, their fingers wrapping around it as best they could. They began to stroke him in unison, their hands moving up and down his length.
Othoo let out a low moan, his hips bucking slightly as they worked him.
Melia could feel the throbbing of his cock in her hand, the way it pulsed with each heartbeat. She looked up at him, her eyes locking with his.
"Do you like this, Othoo?"
"Yes...yes, I do."
Keira chimed in, her voice playful and teasing. "Does it feel good to have both of us touching you?"
Othoo swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.
"Yes...it feels incredible," he managed to say, his voice thick with desire.
Melia and Keira continued their synchronized stroking, their hands moving up and down his massive length. They leaned in closer, their breaths hot on his skin. Melia looked at Keira, a wicked smile spreading across her face. She knew exactly what she wanted to do next.
"You know, Keira," Melia said, "I've always wanted to try something with you."
Keira raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. And what's that?"
Melia's smile widened.
"I've seen how you like to play with your wings. I thought maybe we could use them to do something...special."
Keira's eyes fluttered with excitement. "You mean like...use them as part of our...play?"
Melia nodded, her voice breathy with anticipation. "Exactly. We can use them to stroke him, to tease him, to make him feel things he's never felt before."
Keira bit her lip, her wings fluttering slightly. "I like where this is going." She looked up at Othoo, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "What do you think, Othoo?
Does that sound like something you'd enjoy?" Melia asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Othoo's eyes widened in surprise and excitement. "I...I don't know what to say. I've never done anything like that before."
Keira chuckled, a sound like tiny bells ringing. "Don't worry, we'll figure it out together."
Othoo nodded, his eyes never leaving Keira's wings.
"I'm in. Let's do it."
Melia grinned, her eyes flashing with excitement. "Great! Let's start with you, Keira. Why don't you show Othoo what your wings can do?"
Keira stood up, her wings fluttering excitedly. She walked around to the side of the bed, where Othoo lay stretched out, his massive cock standing at attention. She reached out and gently brushed the soft, silvery feathers against the sensitive skin of his shaft. Othoo gasped, his hips jerking at the sensation.
Melia watched, her own desire growing as she watched her friend tease Othoo with her wings.
She could see the pleasure on his face as Keira trailed her feathers up and down his length, her wings brushing against him softly and gently. Othoo's breath hitched, and he let out a low moan, his hips bucking slightly with each pass of Keira's wings.
"That feels...incredible," Othoo said, his voice thick with desire.
Keira smiled, her eyes sparkling with delight. "I'm glad you like it," she said.
She continued to stroke his length with her wings, her feathers softly tickling and caressing his skin. Melia watched, her heart racing with anticipation as she waited for her turn.
After a while, Keira stepped back, allowing Melia to take her place. Melia reached out and ran her hands along the shaft, feeling the heat and the pulsing energy that radiated from him. She then spread her wings and let the delicate, iridescent feathers trail along his skin. Othoo's breath hitched, and he let out another moan, his head falling back against the pillow.
"Melia," he whispered, his eyes closed, "that feels...so good."
Melia smiled, her fingers and wings working in tandem to bring him pleasure. She looked over at Keira, who was watching them with a satisfied smile on her face. Keira's wings were stretched out behind her, their iridescent feathers shimmering in the light.
"How does it feel?" Keira asked, her voice soft and gentle.
Othoo opened his eyes and looked up at her. "Amazing," he said, his voice thick with desire.
The touch of their feathers along Othoo’s length caused it to throb and twitch with anticipation. He let out another deep, throaty moan, his hips bucking slightly with each pass of Melia’s wings.
"This is...incredible," he managed to say, his voice a low rumble.
Melia smiled, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and desire. She watched her wings glide along his shaft. They fluttered and danced as they teased and caressed him. She could see the pleasure building in his eyes, the way his body tensed and then relaxed with each stroke of her feathers.
Keira fully extended her wings and wrapped them around Othoo’s length. She moved them in a flapping motion, which caused Othoo to moan more loudly.
Melia watched, her own heart beating faster as she saw the sight of Keira’s wings wrapped around Othoo’s cock.
“Do you like that, Othoo?” Keira asked, her voice like velvet.
“Yes…yes, I do,” Othoo managed to say, his breathing coming in quick gasps now.
Melia felt a rush of heat between her legs as she watched Keira’s wings move. She returned to the tip of Othoo’s cock, which was still oozing precum. She looked up at him, licking her lips. “You’ve got a lot of this,” she said, swirling her tongue around the head. “Have you always been like this?”
Othoo shook his head. “Only since I came to the tower. I used to be a more…manageable size.”
“What happened?” Melia asked as she ran both hands through the precum along the tip of his cock.
Othoo laughed softly, a sound like distant thunder. "It's a long story," he said, his breath coming in short gasps. "And I don't want to bore you with the details right now."
Melia nodded, understanding his need to focus on the moment. She returned her attention to his cock, her hands and Keira’s wings working together to bring him pleasure. She kissed the tip of Othoo’s cock, which got precum all over her face. She used her tongue to clean it, feeling the salty taste of his arousal.
As she licked and sucked on the tip, she could feel Othoo’s hips moving slightly, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. She loved the feel of him, the taste of him. She felt a rush of heat between her own legs as she continued to suck him. “You’re so big, Othoo,” she said, her voice breathy and soft.
Melia reached over to Keira and spread Othoo’s slick precum over her breasts and stomach before leaning back over to him. She rubbed her slick body against his thighs, her breasts brushing against his sensitive skin. The sensation was electric, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body.
Next, Melia rubbed Othoo’s precum over her own breasts and pressed his cock against her slick skin.
The sensation of his massive member sliding against her body sent shivers down her spine. She positioned herself so that the head of Othoo's cock rubbed against her nipples, creating a delicious friction.
"Othoo, you feel so good against my skin," she moaned, her eyes closed, savoring the sensation.
Meanwhile, Keira had been fluttering her wings along the shaft, teasing and stroking him simultaneously. She stopped, and instead pressed her own precum-slicked body against Othoo’s cock. She and Melia sandwiched his shaft between them, moving together in a slow, rhythmic grind. Othoo let out a deep groan, his hands instinctively reaching out to grip Keira’s hips.
“That...that feels amazing,” he managed to gasp out between his moans.
Melia glanced at Keira, seeing the pleasure reflected in her friend’s eyes. She knew they were both enjoying this, and it excited her even more. She pressed closer to Keira and kissed her, squeezing Othoo’s shaft even more tightly between them.
Keira kissed her back, her wings fluttering as she did so.
“Melia,” she whispered against Melia’s lips. “This is so hot.”
Melia smiled and kissed her again, feeling Othoo’s hardness pressing between them. “I know,” she said. “I can feel it too.”
They broke off their kiss and turned their attention back to Othoo, who was looking at them with a mixture of awe and desire.
“You two are incredible,” he said, his voice thick with lust.
“You are…you are one of a kind, Othoo,” Melia said as she ran her hands along his length. She and Keira continued to slide their bodies up and down. She looked at Keira and said “I think we’ve teased him long enough, don’t you?” Keira grinned. "I agree. Let's make sure he gets the release he needs."
They gripped each other tightly, pressing Othoo’s massive cock between them and moving in unison. Keira’s wings fluttered against Othoo’s thighs, adding to the sensation.
Othoo groaned loudly, his hands gripping the bedsheets for support. "This...this feels incredible," he managed to gasp out.
Melia and Keira increased their pace, their bodies moving together like a well-oiled machine. They could feel Othoo’s cock throbbing between them, the heat building rapidly.
Keira looked at Melia, her eyes filled with a mix of pleasure and determination. "Let's make him come, Melia.
Let's make him come hard," Keira said, her voice breathless and urgent.
Melia nodded, her body pressing against Keira's, their movements synchronized as they slid up and down Othoo's massive cock. She could feel the heat building, the tension coiling like a spring ready to release. She looked into Keira's eyes and saw the same determination reflected back at her.
"Yes, let's make him come," Melia said, her voice a low growl.
They redoubled their efforts, their bodies moving faster and harder against Othoo. They held his shaft between their breasts. On each downstroke, it almost hit their chins. Melia kissed Keira again, and they kept stroking Othoo as their lips and tongues intertwined.
Othoo grunted. Melia felt a more urgent throbbing in his member as she pressed against it. For an instant, she remembered the pleasure, satisfaction…and power she had felt as a wood nymph when she brought a victim to the heights of ecstasy before devouring them. She pushed those thoughts aside as best she could, and tried to focus on Othoo’s pleasure.
Melia and Keira were kissing, their faces perched above the tip of Othoo’s cock, when he finally let out a roar. His hips jerked upwards, and they felt his hot, thick seed splash against their faces. Melia couldn’t help but let out a gasp of surprise.
The amount of come that Othoo released was astonishing, and it kept coming, again and again. It eventually began to drip down their faces, and onto his stomach.
Melia pulled back, her face coated in his come, and she looked up at Othoo. He was breathing heavily, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. Cum was still oozing from the tip of his cock. He had grabbed it and was squeezing it out. She wasn’t prepared for how Keira looked, though.
Keira was covered, almost from head to toe, in Othoo’s sticky , white release. Yet, she wore a wide, satisfied smile. Her eyes, though, were locked onto Melia’s, and she looked almost...predatory.
“Melia,” Keira said, her voice a low purr, “we need to lick him clean.”
Melia hesitated. The thought of licking another man’s come brought up the image of the wood nymph she used to be, of the way she would devour her victims. Keira looked so innocently lustful, though, so driven by pure desire, that Melia pushed the thoughts away again. She ran a hand along one of Keira’s wings, feeling how the feathers were soaked in Othoo’s seed. She gave Keira a playful smile. “You look like you’ve been in a snowstorm.”
Keira’s wings fluttered, and she giggled. “I’m not sure that’s an accurate description, but I like the sound of it.” She leaned in and licked Melia’s cheek, tasting Othoo’s come. Melia smiled and did the same, their lips and tongues playing together as they licked each other’s faces clean.
Othoo watched them, his breathing slowly returning to normal. “You two are something else,” he said, his voice filled with wonder.
Melia smiled, her face still glistening with his come. She turned to Keira, who was now sitting up and looking around with a contented smile. “You’re covered in it,” Melia said, gesturing to Keira’s body.
“I know,” Keira replied, spreading her arms and wiggling her fingers. “It’s a little sticky, but I don’t mind. I feel like I’ve been…anointed.” She grinned at Melia, her wings fluttering again.
Othoo was still breathing heavily. Melia noticed that his cock was returning to a somewhat more normal size.
“There’s definitely magic at work with this,” she said, running a hand along his length.
“How much, um, how much seed can you produce?”
Othoo laughed softly. “I don’t know. I’ve never measured it. But I’ve filled entire bottles for the priestesses’ potions.”
”I bet,” Melia said, still marveling at the sticky substance coating Keira and herself.
Keira was busy licking Othoo clean.
She had taken the initiative to start at the base of his cock and work her way up. She licked and sucked on his skin, her tongue tracing the veins that crisscrossed his length. Othoo looked too exhausted and spent to get aroused again, but he clearly appreciated Keira’s touch.
Melia felt sympathy for Othoo. “The priestesses don’t show you much affection, do they?” she asked him.
Othoo sighed, his eyes never leaving Keira’s busy tongue. “No, Melia. They don’t. They see me as a tool or a receptacle for their needs. I don’t think they care about me beyond that.”
Melia’s heart ached for Othoo. She knew how it felt to go without affection or warmth. She wondered if she could do anything to help him. “Well,” she said, “I care about you. And I think Keira does too.”
Keira looked up from her ministrations and smiled at Melia. She nodded in agreement. “Yes, Othoo. We care about you.” Her voice was soft, kind, and reassuring, even as she licked and played with the cum coating his thighs.
“Thank you,” Othoo said, his voice thick with emotion. “Your kindness means more to me than you know.”
Keira's wings fluttered, and she gave him a soft smile. “No need to thank us, Othoo. We’re happy to help.” She continued to lick and suck on his skin, her actions slow and gentle, as if she wanted to make this moment last.
Othoo looked at Melia and asked, “Can I make you feel good too?”
Melia felt her cheeks flush with desire and embarrassment. She looked down at her naked body, which was still slick with Othoo’s come, and felt a rush of heat between her legs. She had almost forgotten how much she enjoyed being pleasured, how much she craved the touch of another person. She looked up at Othoo, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and doubt. “I…I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” she said. “I’m not sure I can handle it.”
Othoo reached over and touched her leg. “It’s ok,” he said. “I know about the spell you were under. I can’t imagine what that must have been like. Maybe that’s why I felt drawn here…we’ve both been under spells that…changed us.” Othoo’s voice was soft, gentle.
Melia looked into his kind eyes and found herself wanting to trust him. She reached out and touched his cheek, feeling the soft stubble there. “I’m not sure I can trust myself, Othoo. I did terrible things…things I can’t take back.”
Othoo covered her hand with his, holding it against his face. “You’re not that person anymore, Melia. You’re human now, and you’re trying to make amends for your past.”
Melia’s eyes filled with tears, and she nodded. “I want to be better.
I want to help people,” Melia said, her voice catching in her throat. “I want to trust myself again.”
Othoo smiled at her, his eyes filled with understanding and compassion. “And you will, Melia. One step at a time.” He gently squeezed her hand before letting go. “But for now, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I’m grateful that you and Keira helped me today.”
“It was a lot of fun,” Melia said. “Keira agrees.”
Keira was still busy licking and cleaning Othoo, but she looked up and nodded. “Yeah, we’re glad you enjoyed it, Othoo.”
Othoo smiled at the both of them. “Well then I’m glad we could all help each other.”
Melia liked the idea of helping him. She looked down at herself, still covered in his come, and smiled. “It was fun,” she said. “And I think I’d like to explore this further.
With you…both,” Melia said, her voice a little hesitant but her eyes resolute.
Keira let out a soft gasp of surprise. “Melia, are you sure? You were so reluctant before.”
Melia nodded. “I am. I want to explore this. I want to feel pleasure without the darkness that used to surround it. I want to trust again.”
Othoo smiled softly at her, his eyes warm and understanding. “I would be honored to help you, Melia. And I’m sure Keira would too.”
Keira grinned, her wings fluttering excitedly. “Of course, I would,” she said.
“I’m curious about something, though, Othoo,” Melia said, “if you want to tell us, or if you know…who put this spell on you? Was it one of the priestesses?”
Othoo was silent for a moment before speaking again. “Yes,” he said, “it was one of the priestesses. Sometimes she’s very kind and generous, but sometimes…it feels like I’m just a tool for her to use, or a toy she can play with.” Melia’s eyes widened with intrigue. “Which priestess?”
Othoo hesitated, then said, “Her name is Xal.”
Keira’s wings stopped fluttering and her gaze sharpened. “Xal? The tall green-skinned one with the red hair?”
Othoo nodded. “Yes, that’s her.”
Melia’s lips thinned into a tight line. “I met her earlier today. She seems very interested in me.” Melia suddenly wondered if she could trust Othoo. Had he really been drawn here somehow, or was Xal behind this? How could she even know what was true and what wasn’t?
“Xal is interested in you?” Othoo asked. He continued, “I suppose that makes sense. You were a forest creature, but now you’re human again. That must be interesting to her.” His voice sounded cautious.
“Can I trust Xal?” Melia asked. She was more interested in how Othoo answered than in what he said.
“ I don’t know,” Othoo said after a moment’s hesitation. “She can be…unpredictable. She means well, I think, but she has a lot of power and not a lot of compassion to balance it out.”
Melia’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “That’s not very reassuring, Othoo.”
Othoo ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. “I know, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to paint her in a bad light, but…she’s complicated.
I’ve seen her do some amazing things, but I’ve also seen her…” Othoo trailed off, his voice heavy with a mix of fear and regret.
“Othoo, what is it?” Melia asked, her heart pounding with concern. “You can tell us.”
Othoo took a deep breath before continuing. “There was this one time, when a group of travelers came to the tower. They were lost and had nowhere else to go. Xal took a liking to one of them, a young man, and she decided to…keep him.
She locked him away in one of the tower's chambers and wouldn't let him leave. I…I heard him scream sometimes. It wasn't…it wasn't pleasant." Othoo's voice was barely a whisper now, and his eyes were downcast, as if he couldn't bear to look at them.
Melia and Keira exchanged a glance, their faces reflecting the same mix of horror and disbelief. "Oh, Othoo," Melia said, her voice soft with sympathy. "I'm so sorry that you had to witness something like that."
Keira's wings bristled with anger. “That’s horrible. I…I didn’t know anything like that happened here.”
“She keeps those sorts of things hidden…most of the time,” Othoo said. “If she’s interested in you or your magic,” he continued, “be careful. I don’t know what she might do, but she’ll do what’s best for her, and that might not be what’s best for you.”
Melia’s heart was racing, but she kept her voice steady. “Let’s go get cleaned up,” she said, “I think we have a lot to talk about.”