Casper was used to his body alerting him to any potential dangers that happened to be in proximity even in the deepest of sleeps, while camping out on the road by himself this often made for very restless nights, not that he needed much sleep to begin with.

He didn't know how the mark knew to distinguish between threats and the mundane, especially with no clear sense of it himself sometimes.

For example, one night while sleeping in an inn with his father, the mark stayed quiet as men moved in and out of their rooms and down adjacent halls. For hours drunken rabble rousers would stumble and bang into walls and doors or pick fights, but despite the activity the mark remained dormant. This changed however when some thieves had begun moving door to door, looking to rob the drunks blind. As a man appeared by Casper and his fathers room door the mark instantly alerted him to the presence of someone wishing to do harm to him specifically.

All this to say, Casper was used to either waking with a start to some alert of danger, or sleeping peacefully through the night knowing that if anything were to happen the mark would inform him, which made it very strange to wake up to an odd, rather pleasant sensation instead.

Casper's eyes fluttered open, though sleep still clung to him like a lover. It a took a moment as he couldn't quite make heads or tales of the sensation, what was until his eyes drew to focus on the source.

“wha…” Casper's voice escaped in a small moan of pleasure, and then a brief moment of pain, as he watched Elisayra’s head bob rhythmically between his legs, her eyes locked into his.

There was another person in his tent, Casper realized as his eyes drifted up a moment to see Alex as well, crouched just behind Elisayra and watching the half elf work her mouth up and down Casper's fully erect member with a good deal of intensity.

Casper was deeply confused, he wanted to protest even as the reality of the situation settled in over his waking mind, but his brain was too lost in the sensation of the half elves quick tongue working around his shaft, he didn't have the capacity to speak.

He winced in pain again as a tooth made contact, breaking him from the steadily growing pleasure long enough to consider shoving the girl off him.

Clearly something was wrong, and the rational part of Casper didn't want this. He knew Elisayra was prone to misunderstandings and misinterpretation, delusions even, though Casper figured now he didn't know the extreme extent of it. That didn't explain Alex’s presence however.

Just as he was about to protest the act, shifting slightly to move to remove Elisayra from his member, a look in Alex’s eyes made him pause.

“stop! You're hurting him….here, you need to try it this way” Alex spoke softly, with a ragged tone that sounded like raw unbridled anticipation.

“what are you two doing…” Casper managed to get out in a low whisper as he was given a moment to breath as Alex guided Elisayra off his cock, only to instantly send Casper back down Into confused, delirious pleasure as Alex grabbed his manhood and drove her mouth down around him with a sloppy sucking sound.

Casper's soul left his body as every muscle in his legs and stomach flexed in cruel pleasure as she took the length of him deeper and deeper until her lips kissed his pelvis. Her tongue worked the underside of his shaft as her hands gripped at his thighs to keep him spread.

Casper's eyes rolled damn near to the back of his head as she sucked gently and pulled back, lingering on the tip for a moment before greedily lowering herself again to take him all once more.

This was bad, this was really really bad Casper thought as his kind surrendered the pleasure. He shouldn't be letting this happen, he should stop them, he should tell them no. But the rational part of his brain was gone, buried deep under the incredible and overwhelming pressure of his pent up desire he had been suppressing for weeks now.

***

Elisayra watched Alex jealousy, her eyes hungry. She watched her move up and down and up and down taking in every inch of Casper’s impressive length. On the 10th time down however, Alex’s body failed her, and she gagged softly as Casper pressed into the back of her throat.

Quickly, Alex removed him from her mouth with spit dripping from her lulling tongue.

Elisayra was grateful for Alex’s intervention. She had never done anything like this before and had no idea what she was doing. In that ignorance she hurt Casper and almost made him even more angry than he surely already was. Alex came In to save her, to force Casper to forgive with her impressive ability, but this was her punishment to bear, she wouldn't just sit by as Alex took it all for herself.

Elisayra moved into place to fill the space Alex left, she was still breathing hard, and while Elisayra didn't think her mouth could open wide enough to do as well as Alex had, she steeled her resolve and worked to ensure Alex didn't have to do anything more.

***

Casper struggled to find his breath as Alex removed herself from him. He struggled to push down the pleasure long enough to get even a word out, but his body was giving in, his emotions betraying him as Elisayra gripped him firmly and began to work the still dripping shaft with her dexterous, nimble fingers.

She took the tip back in her mouth and sucked him greedily, with a wild, almost feral hunger. She couldn't take him nearly as deeply as Alex could but being assaulted from her hands and mouth at the same time was worse…or better….

Her lips and tongue and fingers worked in perfect harmony. Each motion threatened to bring Casper to his breaking point.

He couldn't finish. He couldn't let them do this. He needed to end this, stop this before it was too late, before he burst.

Casper fought with all the strength he could muster in his shivering flexing body, to bring his hands to Elisayra's head to pull her away, fighting his own desire more than anything, but before he could, Alex gripped his hand in her own, interlacing their fingers and bringing them down, pinning him to the floor as she worked her legs to straddle his chest.

***

Alex panicked, she didn't know she was capable of taking so much of Casper inside her mouth, and in fact had only known something like that was possible when she overheard her father's concubines speaking in the lounging room. She was so worried that Casper would be upset with Elisayra’s lack of skill she rushed in to save her, impressing even herself at this ability.

Now, it looked like she had to do it again. She watched Casper’s hands move to Elisayra's head, and Alex feared the worst. She knew Elisayra's smaller frame wouldn't be able to take his full length like she had, if Casper was going to force her to, surely Elisayra would be in incredible pain. In one smooth motion Alex stripped out of her shirt, intertwined her fingers into Casper’s hands, pinned him down and straddled his chest to ensure he couldn't force Elisayra to take any more than she could handle.

Her face turned bright read, as Casper looked up at her wide eyed. It was a split second decision. But everyone in camp saw how he ogled Annabelle's bust. Alex knew she was hiding a rather pleasant and well endowed figure herself, so it was the perfect distraction… that was what she told herself at least.

Alex could feel the wetness building between her legs as Casper's eyes traced her body. Casper saw her, she realized. And she loved being seen.

***

Casper was at his limit. Every fiber of his being was threatening to burst and every logical thought in his head told him not to.

“Alex…” he muttered, his eyes following the flow of her form over his chest. She was beautiful, he realized. Despite her haircut there was nothing boyish about her. Every inch of her body was voluptuous supple curves with who knew how much muscle hidden underneath.

Her eyes pleaded, begged, called to him, he didn't know what to do, his body was giving in to the pleasure. He didn't have the strength to pry his hands free, he wanted to tell her to get off and stop this, to clear up whatever misunderstanding caused these events to transpire but his words became lodged in his throat as Alex moved down and kissed him.

Her bare chest pressed Into him. Smothering him along with her full, delicate lips. Her tongue worked its way into his mouth and he couldn't help but relent, and give up in his struggle. It was just too much.

Alex devoured his lips and tongue, while Elisayra devoured and milked him between his legs.

With a final moan, Casper's body released the mounting, aching tension in several huge. Violent spurts.

Alex moaned around his lips and Elisayra sucked even harder as if to spill a single drop was an impossible thought.

Casper twisted and arched and flexed and struggled against his own body as he poured himself into Elisayra, as he tasted Alex. His vision turned into stars, Elisayra unrelenting as she continued to clean him dry even after everything had been given.

Alex finally removed herself from his mouth, long enough for Casper to realize he hadn't been breathing. He sucked down a desperate gulp of air, and watched as Alex brushed some lingering spit from her lips.

Casper panted. His body was spent, every single inch felt as though a weight had been lifted and he was several pounds lighter. Pure ecstasy rolled through him in waves…replaced by guilt as the reality of what just happened came crashing down on him like a boulder.

“what the fuck was that” Casper managed to gasp between more heavy breaths.

“my punishment…” Elisayra said softly. Though the tone in her voice didn't sound like any punishment he had ever heard of.

Looking at the half elf, her face was a sloppy mess of tears and residual orgasm stuck to her lip. Her eyes were feral and pleased, he'd never seen someone look so simultaneously disheveled, prideful and happy at the same time.

“I…” Casper struggled to find the words, his senses were swimming with contradictions. Logic was slowly flooding back, the guilt in his chest was terrible but he had been so thoroughly spent it was as if half his brain cells went with his seed.

“Did you like it?” Alex asked, her voice polar opposite of Elisayra's. Alex spoke as though she was guilty herself, and scared at how much she enjoyed it. Her cheeks were bright red, her eyes equally as hungry as Elisayra's but her tone was soft and doubtful, filled with anxiety.

“I…did…it was good” Casper had to admit. It had been so long since he had sex, and to have two women pleasing him at the same time regardless of his protests was an extraordinary experience.

He wanted to ask them more questions. He wanted to say sorry for some reason, as if he wasn't the one who was woken up and essentially taken by force. But he couldn't muster the words and sleep threatened to consume him once more.

He was exhausted, drained, wracked with equal parts guilt and pleasure. He wanted to get to the bottom of what ever the fuck all this was. But his body wanted to sleep more, and so he gave in to the pleasure of a deep slumber.

Casper woke to the smell of cooking. Which was strange for him, as Casper had been used to being the first up. Usually in time to help with breakfast preparations.

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He yawned loudly and stretched as he sat up in bed, to see much to his dismay that his pants and underwear had been moved down to his ankles.

All at once the memory of the night before came rushing back to him.

“Oh shit…”

His heart sunk into his guts as the guilt began to return.

What the fuck had happened last night. What was that? He thought to himself.

He knew it must have been born out of some misunderstanding, Elisayra he could understand at least partially. But Alex?

Even then, what could Have possibly possessed them to take advantage of him while he was sleeping? Surely if he was the kind of man to demand sexual punishment from those who owed him he wouldn't be asleep to do it.

All of this was too strange, and now Casper worked to figure out how the hell he was going to be able to leave his tent and look either Elisayra or Alex in the eyes.

Casper rubbed His head feverishly as he thought, the guilt clouding his ability to think anything through clearly.

As far as caper was concerned there were three possible courses of action, depending on how Alex and Elisayra were acting this morning.

One, if Alex and Elisayra were going to pretend Like it never happened, then that would be best. He could pull them aside later and talk privately and ask for their forgiveness in both not being clear, and giving in to the pleasure too much to put a stop to it.

Two, if Alex and Elisayra were coy about it, shy and uncomfortable or embarrassed, that would be the second best option. Then at the very least he could go down the more thorough apology route and do something for them to make it up. He wasn't exactly sure what that was just yet but something to make things right.

Three, if Alex and Elisayra were visibly upset, distraught, depressed, fearful or any other exclusively negative emotion. This would be the worst outcome. If they were acting that way then it would mean Casper had just made a disastrously huge mistake. It would mean hadn't taken enough steps to clear up the power dynamic between them. It would mean he somehow took advantage of them. Abused them. If this was the case Casper would never be able to forgive himself, and would freely offer himself to their mercy to absolve that sin. The thought alone made his skin crawl, and he offered a silent prayer to the fates to let that not be the outcome.

By now the breakfast was finished, and Casper knew that if he wanted any longer it would only be worse.

Strengthening his resolve, taking in a deep breath of air, Casper parted the tent to the center of camp.

***

Elisayra sat in her tent, filled with pride. She would need to wash the Soon she noted, as the lingering scent of her own self pleasure now saturated the canvas.

She just couldn't help herself.

After their night with Casper she couldn't keep her fingers away from herself. It looked like Alex was having trouble too, but they left so quickly to their own tents she couldn't do much else it seemed.

She had wanted to take even more of Casper, but he had fallen asleep so quickly, and his erection went down so fast it didn't seem possible.

Still. She felt she had performed very Well. Well enough to secure her safety In the camp, and at Casper's side. To prove her usefulness to him. Her body tickled With anticipation for whatever other punishment Casper could think of, and despite the grumbling in her stomach, she decided to take another few extra minutes to ensure she was as spent as possible before leaving Her tent.

Her body ached with the thought of the night before, God's how she wanted him, how she wanted Alex too she realized with a small amount of embarrassment. She worked her fingers back between her legs with a smile as her mind began to wander to deviously taboo fantasies.

***

Alex was panicking. What the hell did she just do? It wasn't enough that she agreed to Elisayra's insane nonsensical ramblings about punishment and sexual favor, but she had actually gone through with it too.

She wanted to curl up and die. How could it be that her first kiss was with a man she pinned down and forced, while another woman was taking him in the mouth? How was it possible that the first time she had ever exposed her breasts to someone who wasn't her maid, was a man her and a half elf thief essentially assaulted in the middle of the night.

Obviously Casper was sleeping. Obviously it wasn't some strange punishment. With a clear head and freshly rested view of the situation it was painfully obvious that what they had just done to Casper could very easily be considered rape.

But was it? She thought, If he wanted to stop them he could have. She had seen Casper fight. Surely her of all people pinning Casper to the ground would have been easy to stop.

Was she a monster?

Alex brought a hand to her mouth as the thoughts surfaced. She wanted to blame Elisayra for poisoning her mind, but she couldn't lie to herself and say her words didn't have an effect on Alex. That she let herself be posited with a titillating lie to justify her own desire.

She would have to beg Casper for forgiveness, she would have to prostrate herself in front of him and pray he was merciful. She felt awful. After everything he had done for her, since the very beginning. And in return he is assaulted in the dead of night because of some idle fantasy of pleasure from a deranged half elf?

She didn't know if she could face him, part of her wanted nothing more than to grab her maid and run off. But she couldn't do that, she realized.

Her and Nephinae were still being hunted, they wouldn't survive on their own, and between facing the wrath of her household and facing the wrath of Casper, the decision was an easy one.

Alex wiped a stray tear from her eye, and took a deep breath. She would make this right…somehow….

***

The morning air greeted them like a gentle kiss. Not too warm and not too cold. It was the perfect temperature to start the day.

Casper was the first to arrive at the camps center from his tent. He sat tentatively, thoughtfully down on a log as Nephinae produced a bowl for him.

The scent was pleasant and herbal, with a faint hint of rabbit.

“Thank you” Casper offered, but paused as further realizations struck him. Alex and Nephinae share a tent. Is it possible then that Alex would have told her maid about the events of last Night?

Casper quickly shot a glance to the full elf. But her face gave away nothing, so instead he offered only a kind smile.

Next to arrive was Annabelle. She smiled wide and yawned deeply, dropping her full weight onto the stump Directly next to Casper's right. In an instant a bowl of soup was in her hands.

“Sleep well?” Annabelle asked between mouthfuls.

Casper's stomach turned a little. But he nodded “I did” he confirms.

“Good, there should be another two full days before we reach the Crimson Harbor, we need all the sleep we can get,” she added passively.

“Have you ever been?” Casper asked, desperate to get the conversation going to avoid thinking about last night.

“no, I've never been myself but I've heard nothing but horror stories about the place.”

“What kind of horror stories?”

“Well, it's the biggest slave market on the continent and the hub for its international trade as well. Back in my old crew we would on rare occasions hit a transport headed in that direction, or from that direction” she stated with a hint of sympathy, which was an unusual emotion for her when talking about her banditry days.

“It was horrible. The state some of them were in. The number of them.” Annabelle continues. “High races, mid races, low races. Men, women, children”

Casper shivered at that. The notion of slavery alone was horrible to him. Children being used as slaves just made his blood boil.

Annabelle seemed to notice that and pressed on, adding fuel to the fire.

“Not just the teens either. Even younger than that. It was disgusting” she sneered.

“What are the chances we have enough man power to just burn the whole place to the fucking ground?” Casper muttered.

“Not likely. It's a large city. Much larger than the one we just left. You'd need an army.” Annabelle noted.

“Even then, the Crimson Harbor is nothing more than the hub,” Nephinae spoke up. “Removing it will only create a delay. There is still a high demand for slaves of all races, genders, and ages, you will not end slavery by killing the method of delivery. Those who wish to purchase will always find a way.” Nephinae spoke softly, but her words struck deep.

“It's vile…” Casper said. Shaking his head.

“I am glad I am in the company of those who see it that way” Nephinae offered a relieved expression of her own. “there are not many who view the practice unfavorably. I presume this is because they have never been slaves”

“I get the principal,” Annabelle says casually. “I've been a slave, I've sold a few and traded a few but it's not like I enjoy it. It's a means to an end. Money. There is a demand for people so someone needs to find a supply. Still, it's the children that bother me…” she adds. “sell all the laborers and sex toys you want. But leave the kids out of it” she adds with a growl.

“I say just leave everyone out of it, but I don't think we will agree so it's better to just drop it” Casper spoke calmly so as to not fully rile himself up so early in the morning.

Luckily, or rather unluckily, Elisayra was the next to arrive.

Casper watched her carefully, and was shocked to find her appearing rather happy. She wore a proud grin on her face, though her cheeks remained red with a hint of embarrassment.

“You look happy this morning” Nephinae commented as she handed Elisayra her portion of food.

Elisayra coughed a little. “I am…I had….a good night. Did you?” She asks, directing the question at Casper who flinches slightly.

“I did…” he confirms

“Good,” she said, taking the seat next to Casper on the left.

It looked like she was doing well, not even a hint of regret or a thing upsetting in her tone or eyes or body language. Unfortunately she seemed to want to talk about it and mention it. But Casper tucked that away for later. He could have his talk on a full stomach.

The last to wake was Alex which was par for the course. However when Casper saw the expression she wore, his stomach dropped.

She looked distraught, like a ghost. Casper's fears were confirmed them. What had happened last night was horrific for her. Somewhere in the depths of this misunderstanding he had allowed something utterly life altering to happen to this woman. And he was to blame for all of it.

Casper found it hard to look in her eyes as she quietly took a bowl for herself and sat far away from Casper.

Casper wanted to die, he wanted to curl up and die right here in the middle of camp. Casper had considered Alex an ally, a good acquaintance, he'd even go so far as to call her the very beginnings of a friend. He felt like a monster for having allowed any of the events from last night to happen. He would have to spend the rest of his life earning her forgiveness for that cruel violation.

Just as Casper was about to speak, his senses zeroed in on something in the woods, something far far away.

With a quick motion. Casper stood upright. He set the bowl down and focused deep into the woods.

“What's going on?” Annabelle asks, standing as well and readying her weapon. Casper held a finger to ask for silence, and listened.

They were still quite a distance away. Too far for normal human perception. He had to make up a lie. Saying he heard the sounds of nearly 6 men in the woods a mile away headed straight for them wouldn't be believable.

“I thought I heard a hunter” he lied, the famously unpredictable creatures possessed odd combinations of seemingly random traits. Making its perception by one and not another member of the party not entirely impossible.

“That man from the camp said they were tracking one in these woods. We should pack quickly and leave to be safe” Annabelle commanded, suffering no opposition from the others.

Finishing their meals quickly, they broke down the camp in record time. Snuffing out the fire and relying on Nephinae’s minor magics to disturb the earth enough to cover any obvious signs of a camp.

Grabbing their horses, they mount and make to ride. Headed back towards the road to the Crimson Harbor.

Several minutes into their ride, Casper’s senses again picked up the presence of no small number of people further down the road.

With no clear option to lie, turning back was a non option given that was the direction of the city and its guards, Casper quietly pushed on without a word to see if this was something he could get out of.

Cresting a small hill around a short bend, Casper’s knuckles went white around the reigns of his horse.

Blocking the roadway, was a collection of nearly a dozen men, all of whom looked to be well seasoned and well traveled. Trained killers, all of them. Most wore some manner of fitted armored, though far from expensive it was clearly personally fitted, meaning they used it often. Each man wielded a polished weapon, some with shields, some without. Their hair was cut close to their skull with only recent growth, same with their beards. These were very likely soldiers, recently returned home. This wasn’t good.

Casper came to stop 30 feet away from the mob, eyes narrowed and picking through the faces until he saw one he didn't like.

The fact of the gambler from the camp the night before. Their eyes locked together and the gambler smirked, raising his voice above the passive murmuring of the gathered man.

“that's the one boys….that's the one”