The Acolyte's Passion by Reed James

Author:Reed James [James, Reed]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Naughty Ladies Publications
Published: 2018-01-12T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Two: Chittering Forest

Xerathalasia

I woke up with Sophia cuddled against me. The colorful sheets hanging from the top of the Oracle's cave billowed and waved in a slight breeze. Sophia's pale face lay on my arm, her face so cute as she slumbered.

Angela still slept by herself. The Oracle's ritual had exhausted the knight, and she had slept undisturbed for hours. Though we were underground, my instincts told me dawn wasn't far off. Time to rise and face the dangers of slipping out of the vale.

The giganraneae were dangerous monsters. My people only tolerated their existence because they protected the Oracle. If someone wanted to seek her advice, they had to brave true dangers. The giganraneae knew not to leave the vale or our hunters would dispatch them. But any who wandered into the valley were theirs to hunt.

“Matar, watch over us as we stalk through the dark vale,” I prayed to the hermaphroditic goddess that birthed the elves and our sister races. There were five hermaphroditic races birthed by the goddess impregnating herself with her own cock, each attuned with one of the five elements. Elves were of life, gnomes of earth, sylphs of air, nixies of water, and dragons of fire.

I shook Sophia.

“Hmm,” the sleepy human murmured.

“It's morning,” I whispered as I slipped my arm out from underneath her. “Time to break our fast and brave the dangers of the vale.”

Sophia's face paled. “Ooh, I had forgotten about that. It's so creepy out there.”

“Yes,” Angela nodded, stretching as sat up and rubbed sleep from her eyes.

The human knight was a gorgeous woman, large breasts thrusting before her. Her body was lean and muscled. She moved with the grace of a trained fighter as she gathered up the pieces of her armor. She buckled on her half-breastplate, leaving her midriff and a generous amount of cleavage bare, followed by her pauldrons protecting her shoulders. A thick sword belt buckled around her waist from which her chainmail loincloth dangled. Thigh-high boots covered by metal greaves were next, followed by her bracers on her forearms. Elves didn't use armor. We relied on our quick reflexes to avoid hits.

Sophia nibbled on her hard trail rations. I didn't carry supplies. I could forage as we walked, eating the bounty of nature. The humans, however, couldn't eat half of what the Deorc Forest offered. They balked at eating tasty pine cones.

“Let's get this over with,” Sophia said. “I hope our horses are still fine.”

Angela nodded her head, her flaming hair brushing her shiny pauldrons. “They had forage and were hobbled. They should be fine.”

The humans were attached to their horses despite being unable to speak to them. Angela's warhorse, Midnight, had a great deal of loyalty to his rider, and Purity, Sophia's mount, just adored the acolyte.

Angela drew her sword as she led us through the narrow tunnel that led back to the surface. Only the Oracle's chamber was covered in colorful sheets to hide the hard dirt walls and ceiling. Roots of trees poked through, forming a curtain of wispy tendrils that tickled my face as I followed the knight.

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