The Treasure of House LaRue, page 17
After a minute of teasing, Jane reached two fingers down to the very bottom of Cosette’s lips and ran them slowly, ever so slowly, to the top. A lance of tension shot through Cosette’s bones; she hadn’t imagined that so many different feelings could spring from only a few inches of her body. Jane repeated the action over and over, faster each time, and Cosette heard as much as felt the rising wetness that mirrored her surging arousal. Soon, Jane was rubbing vigorously, gradually honing in on the clit and overwhelming Cosette with a torrent of sensation.
Then, all at once, she stopped. Cosette wanted Jane to bring her to climax, but she held her tongue. Jane grabbed the Binding rod and held it up for Cosette to see. “It’s fun to get fingered, but sometimes, I really want something thick inside me, and that’s when I like using toys. And, as luck would have it, we’re in possession of a very special toy.”
Cosette’s eyes widened. “There’s no way that could fit inside me!”
“Trust me, Cosette, if you can push a baby out, you can push this rod in. Your body is a marvel in more ways than one.” Cosette was shocked when Jane spat onto the jeweled end of the rod and began sucking on it. It was as thick as a carrot and as long as Cosette’s forearm, but Jane didn’t seem to notice; she simply locked eyes with Cosette as she inserted the rod deeper, deeper into her mouth. Just as Cosette was sure Jane was going to choke, Jane pulled the rod of her mouth and smiled.
Then, with a trick of her fingers, she activated something on the rod, and it became… soft? It held its shape, but as Jane shook it gently, it wiggled as if it were made of rubber. “These rods have the unique ability to fully change their material properties, growing soft, warm, and flexible. And that makes it a great tool for one… particular… role.” With that, Jane reached between Cosette’s legs and pressed the jewel against her opening. It felt incredible, firm but yielding, smooth but with the faceted edges of the rod’s signature gemstone.
“This will feel tight, but you should be more than able to take it,” Jane said softly. “Just trust in your body” With that, she began twisting the rod, applying soft, pulsing pressure, and the rod slid past Cosette’s lips. She used a subtle back-and-forth motion, with the tip of the rod going just a bit further inside with each thrust as it picked up moisture.
Cosette gasped; her entire body felt like it was being filled. It felt intense, overwhelming, and good! She heart raced, and waves of pleasure washed through her body like the rising tide. Every time she thought Jane couldn’t insert the rod any deeper, her body proved her wrong by accepting another inch.
“You like that?” asked Jane, and Cosette could only nod. “I’m going to join you now.”
“How do you mean?” asked Cosette between breaths, but it didn’t take her long to understand. Jane kept her robe on, but she pulled off her pants and underwea and tossed them aside. She bent the rod upwards and inserted it into herself with practiced motions, and in doing so, Cosette felt the rod slide out a few inches. All at once, Cosette understood the appeal of a two-person toy like this: every movement was shared.
“Doing okay?” asked Jane, who was beginning to breathe heavily.
“Yes,” was all Cosette could say. She was overwhelmed, awash in an ocean of intensity. Unfamiliar as it was, Cosette couldn’t say for sure what she thought of the experience - other than a strong desire to continue.
As the two women slid closer, their bodies mingled more and more, and every touch sent a jolt through Cosette’s spine. Their feet grazed each other, their legs twisted to make room, and ultimately, their pussies were only a few inches apart. Cosette could smell the scent of sex in the air, and the musky, almost sour aroma aroused her more than she wanted to admit. Even the smallest shift of Jane’s weight sent a shock wave through their shared pleasure, and knowing that the effect was mirrored made it feel more intimate than anything Cosette had ever known.
“All right, I’m going to start now,” said Jane, and before Cosette could ask what she meant, Jane bucked her hips and sent the jewel deeper still into Cosette’s insides. Cosette clapped a hand over her mouth, holding back her moans, and Jane’s rhythmic thrusting picked up. Each push rippled throughout Cosette’s body, setting her breasts swaying and her abs clenching. The thrusts started slow, little more than nudges, but as they picked up in both frequency and force, the tip of the rod began stimulating pleasure points inside of Cosette that she’d hadn’t even known existed. “You can take a lot more of that rod then I would have guessed. Maybe you’re not as innocent as you’d have everyone think,” said Jane, smiling wickedly.
“I don’t- ah!” Cosette gave up on talking, suspecting she wouldn’t get out much more than a squeak if she tried again. All sorts of muscles were clenching and beginning to tire, muscles across her back and butt and legs, and unfamiliar internal muscles that she hoped she’d have many chances to strengthen. She clenched around the smooth, hard metal, and she felt as if her body warped to accommodate it. “Oh, Goddess, why am I so sensitive?”
“That’s just-... how it goes-... with something this big,” said Jane between breaths. “Ah, fuck!” She clenched her teeth and sped up. Cosette peeked at Jane’s womanhood and noticed that she seemed even more stretched than Cosette did felt - which made sense, given how much smaller her body was compared to Cosette’s. Jane sped up even more, and Cosette couldn’t sync up with the motions anymore. Rather than riding in tandem with Jane, she just let go and enjoyed the thrusting. The rod slid deeper, deeper, until finally it reached its limit, and instead of sliding in and out, the motion began bumping directly into something deep within Cosette’s body. Her legs began to shake, and the convulsions soon spread to her whole body. She shook harder, shook until all thought was blasted from her mind, and entered the blissful blankness of orgrasm. Cosette took in a sharp breath before her throat clenched. She let out a long, silent scream as the climax washed through her, and at last, she collapsed into a pile of jelly. All she could do was lay there, feeling the soft morning wind wick the sheen of sweat from her skin.
After a long, languid minute, Jane propped herself up on her elbows and looked at Cosette. “We really need to have sex indoors at some point.”
Cosette laughed. “That sounds lovely. Maybe when we find an inn tonight, after twelve more hours of riding, we’ll feel good and amorous.” She laughed again, then sighed. “Every time I think I have this sex thing figured out, you go and show me how far I have to go.”
“I’m looking forward to the journey,” said Jane. “The journey of sexual discovery, I mean; today’s literal journey is gonna be hell.” Jane shimmied backwards, easing the rod out of herself, until it finally came free. She stood, stretched, and peeled her remaining clothes over her head.
“What are you doing?” asked Cosette. “We’ve already finished, how do you…”
“I haven’t had my fill, my lady,” said Jane, grinning wolfishly. “I’m going to take my pleasure, no matter how long it takes. Prepare your body, because you’re going to be a quivering pile by the time I’m finished with you.”
Cosette didn’t think she could go another round.
She went another three.
***
Jane went to fetch their clothes from among the trees. “Heads up,” she called as she tossed Cosette’s lingerie at her.
It was midday, and Cosette’s body felt loose and limber despite her exhaustion. It took all she had not to tuck in for a nap. Cosette picked up the lingerie, then tossed them back into the woods. “I think I’m fine without them,” she said.
Jane groaned. “Cosette, I know you’re going through a rebellious phase, but you can’t ride naked all day. Even disregarding the looks you’ll get from other travelers, you’ll get saddleburn in your ass crack, and tits as big as yours will fall off after half a day of bouncing braless. Get dressed.”
Cosette rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t deny the logic behind Jane’s words. “As you wish. I’ll have you know, however, that I’ve decided to sleep naked from now on,” she said as she dressed in what little clothing she had. She considered wrapping the blanket around herself as a drape, but decided to make the most of her opportunity to spend a day half-naked, so she packed the blanket away before Jane got any ideas.
“That’s that,” said Jane once Tipper was suited up. “Ready to ride?”
Cosette nodded, and the two of them mounted their horse, Jane riding in front like Cosette’s pocket-sized knight-wife. As they set off down the road, she wrapped her arms around Jane’s waist and rested against her back, enjoying her quiet strength.
“So what’s the story with Freyport?” asked Jane.
“It’s a city-state on the Northwest coast. I’ve heard that Beastvolk of every kind gather there to live in unity, and I’ve heard tales of Mystics living there as well. I figured we might find some Goblins there, and they can help you get settled.”
Jane looked thoughtful. “That’s a nice thought, but what’s our long-term plan? What if we don’t find any leads? And even if we do find the Veil and return it to Hatchet Cave, what then?”
“We’ll build lives for ourselves, the same way people have always done,“ said Cosette. “We’ll find jobs. Maybe I could teach archery. I’m sure you’d be in high demand as a hired sword. But as long as we’re together, I’d be happy even if I had to work in a tavern.” She smiled. “Though I’m sure my father would have some words to say if he caught me working as a common laborer’s position.”
“As a common laborer for my entire life, I feel comfortable saying that you’d be better off getting rich again as soon as possible. Manual labor is dull as rocks. Literally, in my case.”
Cosette laughed again. “I’ve been doing that a lot these days. Laughing, I mean. I just feel like laughing whenever we’re together.”
Jane smiled. “So, do you think you should take a new name, too? It might attract the wrong kind of attention if Cosette LaRue applied for a job as a tavern wench.”
“I think I’ll be fine. I doubt many people know my family name in Freyport.” She mulled over the question for a moment. “But I think it may be fun if you called me a new name.”
Jane turned. “You mean, a nickname?”
“You called me babe last night. I liked it.”
“I wasn’t thinking clearly when I said that. But if that’s what you want, I can work on it, babe.” She cringed. “That’ll take some getting used to.”
“We have time for that,” said Cosette. “We have all the time in the world.” Together, they rode towards the future, and for the first time either of them could remember, the future was bright.
Glossary
Beastvolk: Inhabitants of the Western Continent. Human-like at their core, but each species shares characteristics with a different species of animal, such as the Fuchsvolk House LaRue, who share qualities with foxes. Colloquially referred to as Volk.
Binding: A spell that magically Binds one party to another, or two parties to each other. Most commonly used in the West to Bind servants to their masters and wives to their husbands. Can have varying effects and strengths depending on the incantation used to perform the Binding. Performed with a Binding Rod.
The Coastal Queendom: A monarchy on the northern coast of the Western Continent. Embraces the virtues of individuality and self-sufficiency.
The Eastern Continent: The continent to the east of the Grand Cul mountain range. Inhabited by Mystics. The landscape is harsh, rocky, and rife with dangerous creatures. The population is largely located in small, isolated pockets, and the inhabitants have made great strides in magical and scientific research. Also known as The Stonelands.
Freyport: A city-state on the northwestern corner of the Coastal Queendom. A haven for all species.
Fuchsvolk: A species of Beastvolk based on foxes. Clever, but will often use their cleverness to take advantage of others. Highly political, accustomed to leadership, and steeped in tradition.
Goblins: A Mystic race, known for communal living, a talent for Spellsmithing, and a lust for treasure. Around half the height of the average Beastvolk.
The Grand Cul: Name used by the inhabitants of the Western Continent to refer to the impassable mountain range that separates the two continents. Known in the East as The Whetstone Mountains.
The Grand Duchy of L’Arachette: A nation in the forested lands to the West of the Grand Cul mountain range. Divided into numerous estates, each ruled by a noble family such as the LaRues and the Laurents. Deeply mired in tradition and propriety.
The Grasslands: Term used by the inhabitants of the Eastern Continent to refer to the Western Continents.
Hatchet Cave: A community of Goblins directly east of the Whetstone Mountains. Enjoys a thriving trade market for their Spellgems, but otherwise fairly isolated.
Mystic: Inhabitants of the Eastern Continent. Each species has a distinct appearance and unique magical abilities, such as Goblins, who have the ability to create Spellgems.
Spellgem: Magical artifacts that can maintain the effects of spells indefinitely. Created by Goblin Spellsmiths and fashioned from gemstones, metal, and runes.
The Stonelands: Term used by the inhabitants of the Eastern Continent to refer to the Eastern Continent.
The Veil: A powerful Spellgem that casts a protective spell over Hatchet Cave and the surrounding area.
The Whetstone Mountains: Name used by the inhabitants of the Eastern Continent to refer to the impassable mountain range that separates the two continents. Known in the East as The Grand Cul.
The Western Continent: The continent to the west of the Grand Cul mountain range. Inhabited by Beastvolk. Covered in thick flora and docile fauna. The population has divided itself into numerous nations and has made great strides in politics, culture, and art. Also known as The Grasslands.
Characters
Jade/Jane: A blunt, enigmatic Goblin. She left her homeland and crossed an impassable mountain range before arriving in the LaRue estate at the edge of the Grand Duchy.
Cosette LaRue: A cheerful, naive noblewoman of House LaRue. An avid rider and hopeless romantic, she’s engaged to neighboring nobleman Victor Laurent.
Leo LaRue: Patriarch of House LaRue. A thoughtful, big-hearted man with regret for his past.
Bernadette LaRue: Matriarch of House LaRue. A jaded woman who wants what’s best for her family.
Julien LaRue: Eldest child of House LaRue, and Cosette’s older brother. A free-spirited bachelor.
Rochette: Head stewardess of House LaRue. A woman with many talents.
Richard: Houndmaster of House LaRue. An honest and hard-working man.
Guy: Newly appointed guardsman of House LaRue. Young and awkward.
Victor Laurent: A charming nobleman of House Laurent. Engaged to Cosette in an effort to politically benefit both families.
Andre Laurent: Patriarch of House Laurent. A simple man with a taste for wine.
Josephine Laurent: Matriarch of House Laurent. A lusty, voracious woman.
Malachite: Jade’s sister. An ambitious Goblin with an entrepreneurial spirit.
Heliodor: Jade’s friend. A talented artificer and magical researcher.
Tipper: Jade’s horse. A brown mare, tame and sturdy.
Fabian: Cosette’s horse. A white stallion, young and striking.
About the Author
BC King is a weird little fella with a badass wife and a scuffed-up brain. You can find him at @BiCaHoK on Twitter, or on his wife’s website, PhantomDame.com. Don't tell his mom about this book.
About the Illustrator
Phantom Dame is the world’s best artist and the universe’s sexiest bitch (according to one very biased source). She enjoys illustrating monsters, hot babes, and hot monster babes. You can find her on most major social media sites and at PhantomDame.com.
Special Thanks
This story wouldn’t exist without the help of dozens of authors within the Monsterfucker community. We’d like to give a special thank-you to Kass O’Shire, who was endlessly generous with her time and experience; MJ Marstens, who helped us find our footing in this awesome community; and Harpie Alexa, who has been supporting us since day one of our journey. Without you and the dozens of other writers who welcomed us into the community, this book would never have come to light.
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