Max wandered alone, lost. The forest that had at first appeared to be another small thicket now seemed to go on and on. Was he walking in circles? Could he find his way back the way he had come and hide out in White Raven? Maybe he could head back to the town of Burke.
He staggered through the forest almost entirely blind. What he could see of the stars through the branches overhead gave him very little light. He searched his satchel and found the torch he’d taken from a defeated Skeleton Warrior. It was, however, just a useless lump of wood until he could light it. He thought about casting Magic Missile on the torch, thinking surely that would set it alight, but the Magic Missile only dealt physical damage, not fire damage. Now if only Elderon had given him a Fireball Scroll, he could have lit up the forest, and he’d be able to see his way.
As he stood there in almost total darkness, he saw a glinting light deep in the wood, far from him. He stumbled his way toward it, tripping on a tangle of roots, branches snapping at his skin.
He hoped Anita and Elderon were searching for him. They’d all been separated. Elderon had the spells that could summon light, but if he cast those now, it might let the assassins know where they were, so Max was sure Elderon would hold off. Maybe Anita had some way of using her glowing moss to light the way for him to find his way back to them.
Max stumbled toward the light. He came closer and saw three figures on the edge of the light. They were facing into the darkness, peering into the distance, looking toward Max.
One spoke with a soft, lilting voice that was as pure as mountain water, sweet as honey, smooth as butter.
“Who is there? Come forward, gentle traveler and be seen.”
Max stepped forward. The three figures were not those of his companions. He had a sudden feeling of dread; the figures were twisted and bent, naked and pale. Then they stepped out of a tangle of soft branches into the light, and he saw they were three young ladies, each wearing long flowing white robes. The material was so thin that Max could see their nubile forms beneath through the flickering light of their small fire.
Max staggered forward, trying to avoid looking at their fine bodies as they reached out to him, calling him to them with voices that merged together in harmony.
“Step out of the darkness, traveler,” another said in a deep, husky voice that sent a shiver of pleasure down Max’s spine. He tripped again, and the three ladies giggled.
“Come into the light,” the last said in a melodious tone, sounding like the most beautiful music.
Max stumbled toward the three young ladies. They each had long, thick hair: one red, one blond, and one a deep chestnut. Their bodies were slender but with voluptuous curves. One reached out and grabbed Max by the arm. The sensation was bitterly cold.
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“Oh, forgive me,” the blond beauty said. “My hands are cold from the night air. Come and warm yourself by our fire.”
Max looked into those astounding blue eyes and let her take him to the fire. The red-haired beauty poured a cup of something hot from a pot at the fire and handed it to Max.
“Drink,” she said. She slipped to the ground and pulled Max by the hand to sit next to her.
Max sat down and felt the warmth of the fire and the gentle touch of the red-haired one. He drank the brew, which was sweet and rich. He felt light-headed as a smile crept over his face. The three ladies giggled, and Max joined them.
The brown-haired girl sat behind him and pulled him to her, letting him rest against her body, her hands on his chest and stomach, soothing him with caresses. He took another sip of the brew.
“Who are you girls?” he said. “Why are you out here?”
“Our father is too strict,” Blondie said. “We have to come out to the woods to drink and play.” She looked shy, a little mischievous. She took the cup from Max’s hand and sipped the brew.
“Your father? Are you sisters?” Max looked at them all. They were all quite beautiful, but other than that, there was no similarity.
“No,” Red said, and she stroked his hair. “We are all adopted.”
“Do you live far from here?”
“No, not far,” Chestnut said.
“Have you maybe seen my friends?” Max said.
Blondie handed the cup back to Max. He took it gratefully. The brew was delicious and gave him a pleasant, warm feeling.
“We can help you look for your friends in the morning. Now, let us rest.”
Max let the three girls draw him down to the ground, their hands all over his body. The ground was soft, but their touch was softer as they teased his skin, their fingers drawing circles on his body. They undid his padded leather tunic and his vest. Their hands found their way inside his clothes. Their hands all over him. His eyelids grew heavy, and he let himself succumb to their charms.
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When he woke after what seemed like an age, he still felt tired. He could not have been asleep for long ,a few minutes or an hour at most, for the sky was still dark. The fire was still warm, and its light reflected off a canopy of leaves and branches that covered the small campsite like a dome tent of living green leaves. It felt comforting and safe.
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Max was worried about the assassins, but he didn’t want to scare these beautiful young girls.
“Are we quite safe from the animals of the forest?” Max said. He looked at the dark canopy just beyond the range of the firelight.
The three giggled, and two lay down with Max while the third stood up, the firelight shining though her light robes. She lifted her red hair up and let it fall.
“We are safe from predators,” Red told him, tempting, taunting, and tantalizing him as she swayed to a silent rhythm. “We know this forest. We’ve lived here all our lives. See our canopy? It keeps us safe. You can rest here with us.”
Max felt so tired. “But we have to find my friends in the morning.”
Chestnut ran her fingers through his hair. “First thing in the morning.” She drew him to her and laid his head on her chest, her soft curves caressing his cheek. The fabric of her robes felt so soft and so thin and fine that it might almost not be there at all.
Max reached for the brew. Blondie wagged a finger as if to say he should have no more.
“Please, just a sip, one more. I know my limits.”
Red came forward with the cup. She kneeled down, sitting on Max. “For a kiss, a single gentle kiss.”
Max could hardly resist those full lips and that beautiful face. He let her kiss him while Chestnut and Blondie caressed his body. He shivered in delight as they touched him. Red took her kiss, light yet filled with passion.
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He took the cup from her hands, then she stood and continued her swaying dance. He watched her, drank a sip, and then lay back.
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He woke hours later with sleepy, droopy eyes, but his body firm. He kissed Blondie and rested on her chest before taking another short sleep.
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He woke a moment later, more tired than ever. Only the brew could wake him up. He reached out for the cup. Blondie had it and was drinking deeply. She refilled it and let Max drink before pushing him back down onto the soft ground. She sat on top of him and ran her fingers down his chest. His tunic was completely removed, his jacket too. Only his thin shirt covered him. And the night was frigid, his skin feeling the cold, but his cheeks were flushed with warmth and pleasure.
Max rested on the soft ground as Blondie tickled his chest, Chestnut and Red on either side of him, soothing him with caresses.
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He slept for hours. Only when he was rousing from sleep did he see a white shimmering figure high above. Glowing white with red hair floating around.
He felt a firm grip on his chin and a hand pulling his head to the side. He opened his eyes, startled, but he was looking into the soft kind eyes of Red.
“How long was I asleep?” he said, hoping it was morning, and they could find Elderon and Anita and the crazy dwarf. Max had made a promise to Jahrod, and he wanted to keep it.
“Not long,” Red said in a soft voice. She offered him a sip from the cup. Max reached out for it with both hands. He realized he was shaking.
“Not too much,” Blondie said. “You feed him too quickly.”
Max felt a shiver at the sound of her voice. Red spoke back harshly.
“He wants it. Give it to him.” Her voice was dark and cold like deep water.
Max tried to stand up. “I need to find . . .” He felt his head swimming. “Elderon.” He spoke weakly. So . . . tired.
“You are startling our guest,” Chestnut said in a soft, soothing voice. Red and Blondie lay down on either side of Max and soothed him with kisses and caresses, their voices sweet and gentle once again. “Be patient, sisters,” Chestnut said. “Let him have another sip.”
Blondie crawled away and came crawling back to Max. Her robes had fallen open as she crawled on the ground, and he could see her curves appearing, tantalizing under the light robe. She held out the cup. Max took it and sipped. It was so invigorating, and at the same time, induced such calm. He lay down and let them touch him, soothing him to sleep.
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He woke from sleep but found himself in a dream. The white floating figure closer now. He rubbed his eyes.
“Janet?” he said.
She was shouting something, but her voice was lost in the crackle of a fire.
He woke up and saw the girls dancing around the flames. As soon as he propped himself up, they rushed to him. His hair stood on end, and his skin tingled with dread as they rushed at him. But then he felt calm as he looked upon their soft and beautiful bodies, their lips smiling at him as they came. Their robes translucent. His eyes alighted on the cup in the hands of Red as she sat next to him.
“You must have dozed off again. We will turn in for the night soon. Then we will rest until morning.”
Max felt cold, and his head was pounding. He knew the brew would sooth him. He reached out for it, but something deep inside told him he needed to lay off the cup for a while if he wanted to be fit in the morning. Sweet and heady as the brew was, maybe he’d had enough.
Red took his hands while Blondie sat behind him and curled her soft legs around his waist. Chestnut sat at his side and gently kissed his ear. Red placed the cup in his hand.
“Your hospitality is so generous, girls,” Max said. “But maybe I’ve drunk enough.” He felt his head swim, his body growing cold.
“Just one more sip,” Red said. She kissed his lips. Max felt more aroused than ever. “Maybe one sip wouldn’t hurt. But then we have to sleep. I am so tired.”
“One more sip, and then we will all lie down for the night, but we can’t think of sleep with such a handsome Mage with us.” Red held the cup up to Max’s lips and tipped it up so the delicious brew hit his lips.
Max took a sip, then a deeper sip. He felt cold and warm at once.
“Not too much,” Red said.
Max took hold of the cup, tipping it up, drinking deeply, and stopping Red from taking the cup away.
“That’s enough,” Blondie said, her voice threatening, and it filled Max with fear. He looked at her, but her face was gentle. She kissed his neck. “You will not be fit to find your friends in the morning.”
Max lay back, filled again with the sweet brew, and he let the three ravish him. It was ecstasy. The pain was hardly noticeable at all.
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Max opened his eyes. He was alone and felt fit and fine. It was dark, and he was floating in darkness.
“Can you see me?”
It was Janet floating before him, a white ghost fringed with heavy darkness.
“Janet?” Max said. “Hi. Are you ok?”
“For pity’s sake, Max. Wake up.”
“I am awake.” He stared around. “Where have the three ladies gone?”
“They are right with you. I’ve managed to hold you in a dream for a moment. You are in danger.”
“In danger of having a good time! Have you seen how fit these girls are, and they are so thirsty for me!”
“They are not girls,” Janet said.
“Ok, young ladies.”
“Max, listen to me. You need to wake up, and you need to get out of there.”
Janet started to fall away.
“Ok, I will in the morning, first thing. I’ll just sleep here for a while longer.”
“You are asleep. You’ve been sleeping too long. They are doing something to you.”
Max smiled. “Oh, yeah!”
“No, not that,” Janet said, falling away further. “You are in danger. You’ve been there too long.”
“Not that long, a couple of hours.”
“A couple of hours?” Janet faded. “Is that what you think? Max, you’ve been there for three days.”
Janet fell away into the darkness.
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Max woke up and he felt very cold. The ladies’ warm bodies on his skin failing to warm him. The cup was brought to his lips. Red’s hand holding up his head. Chestnut’s hands holding the cup to his lips. Blondie’s lips on his neck.