Banished Pt. 17

The room I was in had no windows, so it was impossible to tell.

But something inside of me told me that it was close to the falling of darkness.

Nate? Are you up?

The voice was Casey's, and as I tried to convey to her my desire to talk to her, it took no more than a minute before she opened up the door, and poked her head in.

She took a look around, frowning a bit as she saw Bianca, but nevertheless, she stepped inside, closing the door carefully behind her as she did.

"How do you feel?" she asked, quickly moving to my side.

"Better than I look," I replied. "The biggest wound might be to my pride."

Casey furrowed her brow as she studied me.

"I know you're probably rushing to get out there, but take your time and heal, okay?"

I sighed.

"I'll try; but we do have a deadline," I said.

"Do we?"

Casey was biting her lip, and I studied her carefully.

"Uh, yeah? Didn't you know-?"

"I know what he said," she replied, waving a hand at me. "I just mean... why do we even need to go by his schedule?"

"He has Cameron," I reminded her. "Are you suggesting that we abandon her?"

Casey quickly shook her head.

"You can track her from your pledge. We can find her no matter where he goes, can't we?"

I stared at her incredulously.

"Are you serious? What if he has a way to remove it? What if he takes her with him to the other side of the planet? What if he tortures her? Rapes her? Subjects her to horrible things. Are you okay with leaving Cameron to suffer like that?"

"No, I just- ugh... why did he even give you a time limit, Nate? He could have killed you. He could have killed us all..."

I sighed, biting my lip as I did.

"I don't know. To torture me?"

"Exactly. He wanted to make you suffer. So, what makes you think he's going to let you live the next time you meet?" she asked, and I shrugged.

"There's no reason for me to think that."

"Then why even go?"

"Because I have to," I said, and she frowned.

"No. You can stay. You can choose to live, and choose to continue protecting everyone. No-one would blame you, Nate. I wouldn't... you could-"

I shook my head.

"I can't do that, Casey."

"Why?" she asked, her voice cracking a little.

"Because I made a promise. Because my mother would never smile at me ever again if I broke it. Because to not go would be ugly, and I'd rather die a beautiful death than live an ugly life."

*Slap.

I stared at Casey in shock, and she seemed slightly shocked herself, even as she delivered the sudden, cracking blow.

Evie jumped awake in her seat, and even Bianca seemed to stir a little.

Casey took a panicked look around, then turned and bolted for the door.

She hesitated when she got there, but she quickly shook off the indecision, as she opened the door and left.

"What was that about?" Evie asked, and I sighed.

"A difference in opinion, I guess."

She studied me.

"Is it anything that we need to be worried about?" she asked, and I shook my head, but I noted that her expression seemed pretty bothered. "Are you sure? Losing Cameron and having you out of action has really weakened the leadership department of the group," she explained, and I nodded.

"I see..."

Come to think of it.

If I were really heading off to meet my doom, then the group would have to figure this out, and as of right now, Casey was the only one who'd even taken on a leadership role.

I mean, there was no guarantee that Cameron would even return after my death, so who would be the best candidate to fill that void?

Casey would be the obvious choice, but could she handle it?

I mean sure, I would no longer be there as a distraction; but while she had so far been invaluable to the planning side of managing things, her personnel management skills were sorely lacking, and she was no combatant either.

Francesca could no doubt be counted on there, but... leading from the front lines had been so important to our successes, so it would certainly be a problem going forward.

Evie gestured to my arm, and I nodded, as she settled into position and prepared herself for my healing session.

"Can you talk? While doing that, I mean," I asked, and she quickly nodded.

"Once it gets started, I don't need to focus as much," she said, studying me.

I waited until the tingling sensation kicked in, then studied Bianca, before returning my attention to Evie.

"Who do you think is best suited to lead our group in my absence?" I asked, and Evie stared at me.

"You mean while you're gone? Casey should be able to keep us in check; I mean, it would just be a few days at most, right?"

I licked my lips a little, shaking my head.

"No, I mean. If I'm gone for good."

Evie stared at me.

"Gone for good?"

I nodded.

"It's a possibility we need to consider," I began, and she quickly shook her head.

"No. Everyone is training. We're not gonna lose Cameron, and we're especially not gonna lose you. We- we'd be lost without you, Nate."

Evie seemed a lot more panicked by the idea than I realized she would be, and as she continued to work on my arm, I decided to leave the topic alone.

As the session came to an end, I glanced at Evie, wondering if she was going to take care of me on her own again.

She certainly needed the energy boost, but as I peered into her core, I found myself wondering if maybe she didn't need a little bit of boosted regenerative sleep herself.

Our eyes met as she fished out my part, but as she leaned in to suck me, I raised a hand to stop her.

"You need some sleep too," I said. "When you're done here, promise me that you'll go get some rest. Maybe get Molly to help you to a little boosted regeneration too."

She stared at me, a biting her lip, as if she were thinking about something.

"Actually, do you think we could-?"

As she gestured to me, I studied her.

"Are you sure?" I asked, and she nodded.

I studied Evie as she stood up and quickly stripped off her cotton pants.

I had been fairly certain that she had little interest in penetrative sex, but as I eyed her for some indication as to how she wanted to proceed, she climbed onto the bed, straddling me.

"Have you ever done this before?" I asked, and she shook her head.

"Not with the real thing, at least," she admitted, and I smiled.

As she examined my still flaccid cock, however, she leaned down to offer me some oral stimulation, but again, I stopped her.

"Do you mind?" I asked, gesturing for her to lean down to me, and she shook her head.

She moved in, and we kissed, but between the restraints on my arm and Bianca sleeping at my other side, there was an awkwardly small amount of room to work with.

But Evie was a good kisser, and it didn't take long before I began to stir, and she glanced down as my erection began to press into her belly.

"You're a pretty good kisser for a guy," Evie said, and I chuckled a little.

"Bad experiences?" I asked, and she nodded.

"Most of them just kind of attack me. I mean, there's a time for that kind of kissing; and we'll get there eventually, but so many times guys act like if it's a race or something."

As she reached under herself and grasped my rod, she stroked me a little, then rested my length against her slit, before leaning down to kiss me again.

Her eyes were closed as we exchanged kisses, and she moved her body subtly against me, dragging the length of her lips along my shaft, and coating me with a healthy sheen of her juices, but as she broke away from the kiss, and moved upright, positioning my cockhead at her entrance, she looked at me with a strange glint in her eyes.

"Nate," she began, and I moaned a little as she lowered herself, and I felt her lips parting around me as I slipped inside of her.

She let out a long, extended sigh, throwing her head back as she did, before turning to look down at me as she rested there, with my cock deep inside of her.

"I have a bit of a favor to ask," she said, and I chuckled a little.

"This is a hell of a time to ask it," I noted. "What is it?"

"I want to start a family with Molly. We've flip-flopped over it for some time now, but now... I'm done finding excuses to put it off."

I studied her.

"Have you discussed it with her?" I asked, and she nodded.

"After that day when I walked in on you, we decided; she was gonna ask you, but... it makes more sense for me to be pregnant than her. I just thought that there was more between you two, so I didn't say anything."

I smiled at her a little.

"What?" she asked.

"Oh, I'm just imagining the look on her face when you tell her that you're carrying my child," I said, and Evie giggled a little, and I moaned a little as the resulting vibrations along my rod sent an almost euphoric wave of pleasure through my body.

Evie shot me a slightly devilish look, as she placed her hands on my chest, and leaned forward, moving tentatively against me.

"So, will you do it?" she asked. "Will you... give me a baby?"

I nodded almost hypnotically as Evie worked her hips, riding me slowly but with a sensual kind of intent.

"That is so good," I moaned, and Evie smiled broadly.

"Mmh. I agree. You fuck as good as you kiss," she said, and I eyed her a little, as it was quite unusual to hear a swear word coming from her mouth.

Evie grabbed the hem of her cotton t-shirt, and she pulled the thing over her head, then tossed it to the side beside her discarded pants, and I stared at those delicious pear-shaped breasts as she continued to ride me rhythmically, not missing a beat.

I wanted to reach out and grab them, but Bianca was still asleep on my arm.

As Evie's riding began to intensify, however, I felt a slight stirring from her beside me, and as I glanced over, I suddenly realized that her eyes were open, and she was staring quite intently at Evie as she rode me.

Evie didn't seem to notice, however, as her eyes were on me.

She reached up, taking one of her own nipples between her fingers, and she massaged the breast in her hand as she rode me.

"I'm sorry- I know I shouldn't be taking my time, but this feels so good," she moaned.

Bianca was watching with serious interest now, and I used the opportunity to sneak my hand away, but even as I rested it on Evie's hip, life was still only just beginning to return to it.

Evie took the hand and brought to her breast, and I fondled the fatty mass as Bianca shifted a little, to give Evie a little more space to work with.

I glanced at Bianca again, trying to gauge her reaction to what was happening, but she seemed to be entranced, almost, as she took in Evie's performance.

Evie was moaning steadily now, biting down on a finger as she rode me.

"Nate; I think I'm gonna cum," she said. "Are you close?"

I quickly looked over at Bianca, whose breathing was a little uneven now, and as she caught my gaze, she turned and kissed me, but out of the corner of her eye, I could see that she was still focused on Evie.

I moved away from her lips and began to kiss along her neck, and she let out a little moan, but the soft sound was quickly drowned out by Evie's orgasmic cry.

Evie went still for a moment, and I moved my hand to her hips to try and help keep her moving to stimulate her properly through her orgasm, but she quickly collapsed into an exhausted heap on my chest.

"Nate, I..." she began, but her attempts at moving were proving futile, and Bianca looked at me, suddenly understanding what was going on.

She turned and sat up a little, lifting her shirt up and leaning forward to smother my face into her bosom, and I moaned a little as I thrust up into Evie, subtly moving my cock inside of her.

Evie let out a soft whimper with each thrust, trying to move as well in a last-ditch effort to spur me to a climax.

"I'm close," I muttered, and Bianca nodded, placing her hands around my head and ruffling my hair as I nuzzled her chest, until suddenly, I felt myself go over the edge, and I groaned into her breasts, twitching a little as I began to unload my seed into Evie's womb, and she moaned pleasurably, only just barely conscious, but evidently lucid nonetheless.

"Thank... you," she whispered, as she slipped from consciousness on top of me, and as I panted, Bianca looked back studying her with interest.

"Nate... how many girls have you fucked?" she asked, and I bit my lip nervously.

"What are we talking? Otherworlders only? Or Kobalt included?"

"Everyone. I want to know who they all are."

I chuckled a little.

"Do you want that list chronologically, or alphabetically."

"What? Just, name them," she said, and I sighed.

"Uh, Cameron obviously. Francesca-"

"Ugh! No wonder she thinks she's so cute," she said, folding her hands angrily. "When did you fuck her?"

"Uh, that was before you'd even pledged to me. Back in Kleiner Hein," I explained, and she frowned.

"Who else?"

"Molly, Casey," I continued.

"Figures," she said, nodding for me to continue.

"Uh, Gisela. Eradne."

"Who's 'Eradne'?" she asked.

"Uh, the princess' sister. That was back in Kleiner Hein too, the night before Candace was murdered."

She nodded.

"And Cameron's servant girl, right? Is that it?"

I shook my head.

"No, uh, Danica."

"Who's that?"

"A girl we met when we went scouting; back when we were attacked by the geisterung and aufhöcker."

She frowned.

"You were fucking around and fighting a battle, and I just slept through everything?" she whined, and I nodded.

"Sorry," I said, but her expression seemed thoughtful, and she was biting her lip, a little nervously.

"So... did you make all of them cum?" she asked finally, and I studied her.

"What?"

"Orgasm, I mean," she clarified, and I nodded.

"Yeah."

"Are you sure? Like, they weren't faking it right?" she asked, and I rested my hand against her cheek, then let it slip into her hair at the side of her face, caressing the spot gently.

"They weren't."

"How do you know for sure?" she asked.

"I mean... maybe on earth it might be difficult to tell, especially if someone was really good at acting. But here; you can tell from their cores when it really happens," I explained, and she nodded.

"I know. I saw it just now," she said, glancing down at Evie, who seemed to be soundly sleeping on top of me, and I let out a yawn, as my own state of depletion seemed to be quickly catching up to me.

"Do... do you think everyone can do that?" Bianca asked, and I studied her.

"Maybe. Maybe not," I said. "You know about Julie, right? She was the only girl I was ever with on earth, and when we first started having sex, she'd cum every time, but in the later years... she almost never did anymore."

She studied me.

"Why?"

I shrugged.

"I'm not sure, really. Sometimes it seemed like if she hated me, though I don't really know what for."

Bianca looked away, shifting uncomfortably as she did, but as I studied her, waiting for her to respond, I found myself quickly slipping from consciousness.

"Do you... do you think... *inaudible*... me?"

"Wha-?"

I tried to focus, but it was becoming more and more difficult.

"Do you... *inaudible*..."

"I..."

I had no idea what she was saying, and wasn't even sure what I was trying to say either, as I quickly drifted off to sleep.

***

"Should we move her?"

"Yes; it should be obvious! How will he recover if he cannot breathe!"

"She is uncloaked. It is not permissible, Astrid."

*The sound of sighing.

"Then fetch a god!"

As my eyes fluttered awake, I shifted slightly, and Evie moaned in response.

Fuck. I'm still inside of her!

My organ was smeared, and as it shifted subtly against her walls, I felt myself instinctively stirring to life.

"Easy, auslander. The part is connected, but the Goddess must sleep. Do not rouse her."

I nodded dumbly, as my eyes adjusted to wakefulness, and as I looked around, I saw Astrid standing beside the bed.

"Are you here to heal me?" I asked, and she shook her head.

"I am here because the veil is lifted. My sight returns, and you are past due for a reading."

I studied her, yawning a bit as I did.

"Will that drain my core?" I asked, and she shook her head.

"The energy utilized will be of my own."

We waited for a bit, until Gisela appeared in the room, followed by three other girls that I did not recognize.

Together, they rolled Evie gently off of me, and she let out a soft groan as my semi-erect cock slipped finally from inside of her, but as they scooped her up, they quickly moved her to another cot in the far corner of the room.

The girls quickly covered her with a light blanket of some kind, then bowed, before quickly leaving the room.

"Nathan. Are you well?" Gisela asked, as she moved to my side.

She placed a hand over mine, her brow wrinkled with worry, until Astrid drew our attention to herself by making that sucking sound through her teeth that usually indicated her annoyance.

"You are a servant of the high one. Remember yourself," Astrid chided.

Gisela's cheeks reddened a little, but as she tried to withdraw her hand, I took it into mine.

"This one has permission to forget herself whenever she pleases, and whenever it pleases me," I said, and Astrid scowled.

"To think; I believed the high one the most disruptive force in existence. You suit her too well," Astrid said. "Fine. She will enjoy washing you, then."

Gisela seemed a little flustered by my comment, but she quickly began to move at Astrid's instruction.

Astrid unclasped the restraints on my hand, but as I tried to withdraw it, she scolded me.

"The bones are knit, but the bond is weak. Let us not test it," she said.

I kept my hand in place as she walked across the room and retrieved a pair of wooden supports, and after helping me out of my shirt, she fitted the items on either side of my hand.

I noted, with interest, that the thing fitted my arm quite snugly, as Astrid fastened them together with some kind of reed.

"This will do," she said, examining her work with some pride.

She gestured to Gisela, and the girls eased Bianca onto her side, before helping me up and off of the bed.

"Uncloak him, and see to his cleansing," Astrid ordered, and Gisela blushed, moving with me to the bathroom attached to the room, while Astrid began to clean the bedding, which I imagined must have been a mess after my last session with Evie.

"I heard that the princess woke up," I began, as Gisela helped me to slip my pants off.

"This is fact," Gisela said. "I worry, though. Her core remains vulnerable."

As she led me to the shower area, Gisela's eyes seemed to be glued to my organ, however, and I smiled a little.

If my time here is really coming to an end, then I must taste her again, I thought.

The idea caused me to stir, and as my rod stiffened, Gisela quickly became flustered.

She untapped the line that produced fresh water, then scrubbed at my body with her hands, but she seemed to be avoiding the place that her eyes were most drawn to, so I took her hand in mine and brought it to the part.

"If you don't mind, it needs to be washed," I said.

She quickly shook her head.

"O-Of course. At once," she said.

She reached out, running her hands along the inside of my thigh, before cupping my balls and massaging them gently.

Then her hand moved to my shaft, and she stroked it a few times; slow, long strokes, as she washed the area thoroughly.

But as her gaze remained glued to the organ, I chuckled a little, as she seemed to be losing herself a bit in the act.

"Do you mind uncloaking?" I asked, and she suddenly snapped back to attention, studying me.

"Forgive me, Nathan; my attention falters."

"Your clothes. Can you take them off?" I asked, and her eyes widened a little.

She quickly nodded, stepping away from the shower and stripping.