Idris 1-5 An awakening

“No,” Idris said and folded her arms. “I am not serving a toy dragon.”

“Why not?” Zil demanded. “I could treat you like a pet.”

“That's why,” Idris said before poking his illusion in the chest. “You don't have the right mindset for it. This is a responsibility that you will bungle. Roric is very skilled at this, and his girls are a testament to his ability. I know he will treasure me and ensure I find my service rewarding. You, on the other hand, will likely treat me like a joke, using me for fun.”

“But, I can be serious,” he insisted. “I will just call you slut instead of dirty slut.”

“See,” she snapped and walked around him. “I will ask them to make you a tree so you can lay around, but I am not calling you master.”

“Oh, you're no fun,” he pouted as the image faded and left behind the small flying dragon. “If you had an imagination, you would see the opportunity you missed.”

“I am not interested in being molested by your illusions,” she shouted back and started down the trail. “Now stop wasting time. I want to keep moving.”

Zill grumbled as he flew beside her trying to persuade her to at least think about it more. He insisted that he could be as good a master as Roric, but she knew better. This creature was playing some game, and this was just another facet of it. He approached all of this as if it was something fun to do, ignorant of the serious elements that made it work. She tuned him out as she considered those serious elements herself, as this was a huge commitment she was making. She would be bowing her head to a master, and he would decide her path from now on. Yes, he said they would work her home and theme into their forest, but was that really a good idea? What place did a ratty medieval village with dirty peasants have in a magical elven forest? Why would there be a plague of undead wandering through the colorful trees and glowing butterflies? The more she thought about it, the more she realized it was a poor fit. Zil was actually more suited to the forest, with his giant rain trees being a perfect match for their theme.

An hour later, she was considering using the glitter to contact them in the dream. Maybe this was a bad idea after all, as she didn't want to soil their perfect magical home with her corrupted theme. She tossed over the idea until, finally, the direction sense ran out, leaving her walking blind. She kept on the trail and assumed it would take them where they needed to go, but as time wore on, she became worried. What if he had turned off an hour ago, and she was heading away from him now?

With a sigh, she thought of sex with a man, and the vibrating began. She groaned softly as she edged closer and closer to orgasm but would never have one. The direction sense returned, indicating Roric was still ahead though she had no idea how far. An hour of walking later, the vibration ceased as she let out a groan of relief. Zil had spent the whole time babbling about every useless topic imaginable until she couldn’t remember even half of them.

“Why are you walking so funny?” Zil asked as she stumbled from the sensation.

“None of your business,” Idris snapped, not wanting to tell him about the torment she was in.

“You smell funny, too,” he said and flew around her in a circle. “You smell wet.”

“Will you leave me alone!” Idris barked and hurried on. “Go ride on the zombies if you want something else to smell.”

“Why are you so touchy?” Zil asked and flew after her.

“I am trying to find the others,” Idris replied with a frustrated sigh. “I don’t need you commenting on every move I make.”

“But you won’t talk to me at all,” he insisted. “I made a very good argument for why you should wear fox ears.”

Idris didn’t even remember that conversation and wondered if she had been stumbling forward at the edge of orgasm for the last twenty minutes. What else had he said that she should swat him for?

“What do you mean I should wear fox ears?” she said as she turned on him. “When did you say that?”

“Half an hour ago,” Zil said as she flew around her head in a wide circle. “You weren’t listening to me, were you?”

“No,” Idris admitted and stomped on. “I have other things on my mind.”

“Like what?” he pressed and landed on her shoulder. “Was it dirty things?”

“No,” she groaned, regretting telling him he could come with her. “I just wanted to be further along than this.”

“Well, go faster,” he suggested.

“I can’t run all day,” Idris sighed. “And I can’t fly like you.”

“Oh,” Zil answered. “But I have seen others like you fly. Some have wings; others winged animals they ride on. I once saw a woman fly into the air with nothing to carry her.”

“Those are other classes,” Idris replied. “My class can’t do that sort of thing.”

“Why not?” he asked.

“Look, I didn't design the game, ok?” she snapped and looked away from him. “I just play my class and do the things I can do and don't worry about what everybody else is doing. I never thought I would find myself traveling the far-flung wilds in a race to catch up to somebody else.”

“But your class can make zombies,” the little dragon said. “And you can summon that terrible ghost thing.”

“Not anymore,” Idris said. “I used a single-use magical item to summon that. My class can't normally summon things like that.”

“Oh, so that was a magic item. Where did you get something like that?” he asked as if genuinely interested.

“It was made a long time ago by the necromancers,” she explained. “They used a device known as a gem of trapping that can normally only hold monsters. However, they found a way to use it to imprison an undead spirit, and they would summon the more powerful ones and trap them. Then with a simple command phrase, the spirit could be released and given a task.”

“So they are like magical prisons?” he asked.

“Yes, I suppose, but the undead spirits are just NPCs,” Idris explained. “I heard a rumor they were working on other things with the stones and that form of magic when everything fell apart.”

“When did you fall apart?” Zil asked and poked at her head. “You still seem attached.”

“Not me,” Idris scolded. “The necromancers had an empire with allied kingdoms and thousands of players. They were doing all sorts of amazing things while I was in the training program. Unfortunately, by the time I graduated from the program and got on the waiting list to translate in, they were at war with half the server.”

“Oh, they fought a war,” Zil nodded. “But what do you mean you were waiting to translate in?”

“I forgot you didn't come in the way I did,” Idris sighed. “I will explain that later. For now, all you need to know is that these necromancers were destroyed and their research buried. The gem I used was a black market item I bought with nearly every penny I had a while back. They are some of the most common items left behind, but nobody knows how to make new ones.”

“So you wasted an item you can’t replace on me?” Zil laughed. “I must have really annoyed you.”

“You are still annoying me,” she growled and brushed him off her shoulder. “Go perch someplace else.”

To her surprise, he landed and walked beside her looking about as they went. They spoke for another hour as she risked going without the direction sense. Then she forced herself to trigger the vibration enduring the sensation in order to know she was still on the right path. She stumbled ten minutes later as she hovered on the edge of release.

“You’re walking funny again,” Zil noted.

“I can’t help it,” she sighed and fought not to rub her groin.

“Maybe I can help you with it?” he asked while looking up at her.

“I don’t see how,” Idris replied as her hands flexed. She was dying to rub at herself but knew it was pointless. What was worse is she found it arousing that Zil was there to watch. Somehow, being out of her mind with desire while also trying to keep him from noticing made it more intense. She did her best to put it out of her mind, but how could she ignore the vibration teasing her flesh? Twenty minutes later, he still asked why she was walking so funny, and she couldn't take it anymore.

“I need a man,” she groaned and fell to her knees to rub at the belt uselessly.

“Why would you need a man?” Zil asked. “Are you that horny?”

“Yes!” Idris groaned.

“But you can't have one,” Zil insisted. “You are locked away, and you won't let me try to get them off.”

“You can’t get them off,” Idris groaned.

“How can you be sure if you won't let me try?” he pressed. “Look, I will get them off, and you don't have to be my slave. I will do it to help you.”

“You will?” she moaned with red cheeks as she tried to masturbate in front of him.

“Just pull your dress up and try to hold still,” he instructed.

She leaned back and held her dress high so he could see the metal band that locked away her sacred parts. He came right up to the device and put a small reptilian hand to its surface as if studying how it worked.

“This is very magical,” he explained. “The lock is just for show. It's actually magically sealed.”

“So you can’t open it?” Idris begged.

“I didn't say that,” he replied and leaned in to look into the keyhole. “We pseudo dragons are skilled at tricks including opening locks, magical or mundane. I am going to try to make a solid illusion that acts as a counter effect.”

“Just hurry,” Idris moaned, as this position was only making things worse. She was literally presenting her body to the little dragon so he could inspect it at his leisure. It was taboo and dirty, which somehow made her even more aroused. She trembled as Zil began a magical chant, and rays of light began to collect between her spread legs.

She felt him pushing on the belt and something digging at the keyhole. A moment later, there was a flash of light followed by a pop before Zil explained the lock had absorbed his magic.

“Let me try something else,” he urged, and once again, she felt him pushing on the belt. His little paws dug at the edges as he spoke the words of a simple unlock spell. She felt a flash of heat, but nothing changed as the belt held fast to her body.

“This is skillfully made,” Zill announced. “Somebody didn’t want the wearer getting out.”

“That’s the point of it,” Idris shouted. “So you can’t open it?”

“Let me try a simple dispel magic,” Zil offered and began another spell. A moment later, he touched the device, and there was a snapping sound followed by a smell of ozone.

“Ow!” he cried and jumped back, waving a singed hand.

“What happened?” Idris asked as she looked up.

“It worked; the magic is broken, but I think we made a mistake,” Zil said.

“Made a mistake how?” Idris asked and leaned up as the vibration inside continued to torment her.

“Well, now that I think about it, the lock can only be opened by the magic that made it,” Zil explained.

“So, what does that mean?” Idris asked.

“You see, I just dispelled the magic so effectively there isn't a lock anymore,” he said nervously.

“I can take it off then?” Idris asked.

“No,” Zil replied. “Now, it’s permanent. There is no lock to open, so there is no way to loosen the belt. You’re just going to have to get used to it being on because nobody can remove it.”

Idris went silent as she replayed his words in her head. Had he just said the belt was on for good? Was he suggesting that even Roric couldn’t remove it? A sense of panic ran down her spine as she clutched at the belt and began tugging, desperate to get it off.

“That isn’t going to work,” Zil offered as he stepped back.

“Thanks to you, nothing is going to work!” Idris shouted. “I can't live with this terrible vibration night and day! I need to get it off!” She pulled and thrashed, but the belt didn't budge an inch. She refused to give up and fought until her strength faded, leaving her panting on the road. A moment later, she felt light as something picked her up and cradled her in its arms.

“I am sure there is another way to get it off,” Zil said as he took his humanoid dragon form. “It might just have to be cut off, or maybe we can find somebody to make you spectral, so it simply drops off.”

A wave of relief washed over her as she realized he was right. Even if they couldn't open it, there had to be other ways of dealing with the belt. It did little to relieve the vibration that continued to torment her but at least she had hope of being free.

“Why don’t I carry you for a little bit,” he offered. “I can’t keep an illusion solid for very long, but you can’t walk well right now.” He started down the road as she curled into a tight ball wishing there was somebody to suck. Zil asked her to tell him about the vibration, and she was so out of her mind she broke and told him everything. Why the belt was on, how it worked, and the devices inside that tormented her. She explained the direction sense that was steadily guiding her to her destination and the two ways it could be triggered. He laughed and even teased her about being a slut, but she didn't care. Just having to tell him her dirty secret was another huge turn-on. The more she exposed her vulnerabilities, the more she wanted him to know. It was sending a powerful mixture of emotions coursing through her veins, and his jokes only intensified it. Through it all, he carried her down the road, teasing her for being in such a position.

Ten minutes down the road, he had to put her down, stating that this was as far as he could go. Making an illusion solid took a lot of energy, and he needed to rest before they could continue. She nodded and resumed walking as he took his diminutive dragon form and trotted beside her. It was a slow pace, but she could feel her destination was still ahead down the road waiting for her arrival.

“Well, somebody killed it,” a voice said, drawing Idris from her daze. She looked about in shock that somebody else was in this empty part of the wilds.

“It can't be more than a few hours old, or it would have despawned,” a woman's voice said.

“Do you hear that?” Zil asked as she looked around desperately.

She spotted movement through the trees to her right and hurried closer to find a welcome sight. A human barbarian with muscles like a bodybuilder was standing beside the body of what looked like a lion with two black snake heads. Beside him was a woman in blue mail with a silver cloak and a second shorter woman in an ornate wizard's robe. They were looking around the body as the man pointed to tracks and said somebody with paws for feet had brought it down.

“Roric,” Idris whispered as her heart started to race. She hid behind a tree to consider what to do next as the vibration inside implored her to act. There was a man who could fill the need and give her four hours of relief, but he had two women with him. She would have to beg him to let her suck his cock while they mocked her for being a slut. Then she would have to perform while they watched and ridiculed her. Of course, that was the worst-case scenario and the one least likely to happen. Going by her current record with men, he would likely run off the moment she made the suggestion.

“What are you doing?” Zil asked. “You said you needed a man to suck, so ask him.”

“He has two women with him,” Idris sighed. “I am embarrassed.”

“Well, you’re going to miss your chance,” he pointed out. “What if they fly away or use magic to vanish?”

Idris shook with frustration, but Zil was right. She had to act now or accept her fate. She quickly used a spell to dismiss her zombies, sending them away in a cloud of black smoke that quickly faded. Then she took a deep breath and stepped into the open before calling out to alert them that she was there.

“Excuse me,” she called and waved as the three turned about.

“Eh, who is this?” the man asked as he pointed a short axe her way.

“Probably the one who killed it,” the woman in blue mail replied.

“This thing was killed by at least four people,” the man argued and pointed to the ground. “The tracks show a paw, a boot, some shoes, and somebody who was barefoot.”

“Then she’s another adventurer looking for gold,” the woman argued. “Just like us.”

“My name is Idris,” she explained in a trembling voice. “And I have something very embarrassing to ask you.”

“Embarrassing?” the woman in the wizard's robes replied and eyed her suspiciously. “Do you think she might be a dryad trying to trick us?”

“They don’t typically wear armor,” the woman in blue replied before looking Idris square in the eyes. “What did you need?”

Idris could hear her heart beating as she tried to think of how to explain her situation. Telling Zil was one thing, but admitting her position to two women felt ten times worse. She imagined the girls she knew in school teasing her endlessly as they laughed. She felt shame, embarrassment, and nervous tension, all of which started to become arousal.

“I have been put into a curse that requires me to find somebody who can remove it,” Idris began. “I have been given a magical sense of direction that points the way to the person, but it only works under certain conditions.”

“What kind of curse is that?” the man asked incredulously.

“It’s hardly a curse,” the woman in blue laughed. “I mean, it has no negative effects, so why bother.”

“I think she's lying,” the woman in robes said as she raised a staff. “I bet she is trying to trick us.”

“Into doing what?” the blue woman scoffed. “Listening to her story?”

“Her story doesn’t make sense,” the man agreed as he tightened his grip on his weapon. “Theirs something she isn’t telling us.”

Idris trembled as the three glared at her with distrust. She realized the only way to make them understand was to show them, so she pulled the hem of her dress up.

“This is the curse,” Idris groaned. “I can’t get it off until I find the man.”

“What is that?” the woman in robes asked.

The woman in blue smiled and covered her mouth with a hand. She looked to the barbarian, who began to laugh deeply before explaining it was a chastity belt.

“You’re locked into a chastity belt?” the wizard demanded.

“And I can't get it off,” Idris explained. “All I can do is find the man with the key by following the direction sense and then beg him to take it off.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” the woman in blue mail said, but her smile never faded.

“I don't think we should laugh. That is a bit cruel,” the barbarian pointed out. “You two would die if that happened to you.”

“Oh, because we can’t manage without sex for a few days,” the wizard woman snapped. “You aren’t that impressive a lover.”

“We have no idea how long she has been in that,” the woman in blue said as she approached. “You are sure it can’t be removed?”

Idris was dead sure about now since Zil had broken the magical nature, but she prayed the direction sense would still work as it was tied to the vibrators. She explained how it could only be opened with a magic key, and the holder was someplace down the road. She even pointed out how he had likely killed the lion thing, so she was hopeful he was close.

“Miranda, come see if you can open this,” the blue woman insisted as she tapped the lock.

“She just told you it was magical,” the wizard woman said. “My spells aren’t likely to do any good.”

“Just try,” the blue woman insisted and stood up. “I am Zeline by the way. This is Miranda and Grock.”

“Don't question his name,” Miranda said as she approached. “He thinks it's perfect.”

“It is perfect for a barbarian,” the man insisted.

Whatever,” Miranda said with a roll of her eyes. She knelt before Idris to study the belt and even dared to run a white glove hand over it. “You know, I find this very arousing.”

“I do, too,” Zeline said with a smile. “We should get you one.”

“Me?” Miranda scoffed. “You’re the one who can’t keep her legs shut. You should be kept under lock and key.”

“I happen to like men,” Zeline laughed. “And they are so scrumptious in this world.”

“Let's see if a simple dismantle spell will pull it apart,” Miranda offered and stepped back. She spoke a few words that caused the tip of her staff to glow, then touched it to the belt. Nothing happened, and the woman paused to consider another option.

“Let's try unlock,” she said with a shrug and started another spell. Once again, the staff glowed, and she touched the keyhole on the belt. There was a small flash, but the belt held fast, resisting her efforts.

“Oh, it can’t be that strong,” Zeline insisted.

“Just let me try something else,” Miranda argued and rubbed her chin. “How about we use Mystils magic opening.”

“Isn’t that for opening magical holes in objects so you can reach in?” Zeline questioned.

“It is, but if we open the hole on the lock, maybe it will come apart,” Miranda said with a shrug.

“So long as you don’t open a hole through her body,” Zeline countered. “I don’t think that’s what she wants.”

“It doesn't work on living things,” Miranda countered and went into another spell. This time she had to trace the tip of her staff in a circle over the belt, but once again, nothing happened.

“Well, this is a waste of time,” Zeline commented.

“This thing is warded against tampering,” Miranda insisted. “I doubt anything but the key or a limited wish could open it.”

“Then what about the other thing?” Grock suggested. “You said you had a direction sense, but it only worked sometimes.”

Idris swallowed and dropped her dress as she now had to admit the rest. She took a deep breath and explained the devices inside and how she could only get them to stop if she orally pleasured a man.

“What?” Miranda said in disgust. “Who did this to you?”

“I think that’s rather decadent,” Zeline laughed.

“Forcing a woman to fall on her knees for every man she can find isn’t a laughing matter,” Miranda countered. “How would you like it if it happened to you?”

“She doesn't need the belt to be coerced into that,” Grock teased.

“You don’t get to make jokes,” Zeline snapped with a finger pointed his way. “Or you will be the only man I don’t fall to my knees for.”

“Hey, It was just a joke,” he said with his hands up defensively.

Zeline turned back to Idris as a smile spread over her face. She looked playful and very happy about the situation as she reached out to put a hand on her shoulder.

“So you need our barbarian friend to feed your curse,” Zeline cooed softly. “Well, Miranda and I would be happy to share him, but you must pay the toll first.”

“Toll?” Idris asked as her mind swam in sexual tension. She looked into the woman's smiling face as she explained that Idris would have to eat both of them first.

“Don’t take advantage of her situation like that,” Miranda insisted.

“Alright, you don’t have to have your pussy eaten,” Zeline agreed. “You can watch.”

Miranda blushed as her mouth hung open, then she quickly regained her composure and agreed that maybe a toll was in order. Zeline laughed and turned back to Idris, who couldn't believe what was happening. She would be allowed what she needed but only after she pleased the two women. She looked at them nervously and nodded, letting them know she agreed to the terms.

“I love this world,” Zeline laughed but turned Idris to face Miranda. “Her’s first. She likes to pretend she’s all prim and proper, but she likes a good bit of sex like the rest of us.”

Idris dropped to her knees before the woman as she pulled open the folds of her robe. Miranda wore thigh-high white lace stockings and a tiny pair of panties to match. They untied at her hips, and she took them in hand so Idris could see her gently folds. She smelled the sex of the woman's body as a gloved hand guided her in. She tried not to think about what she was doing and instead imagined this was Jaina. She went after Miranda's body with a hungry passion, feasting on her flesh as the woman moaned.

“Oh, she’s much better at this than you are,” Miranda said as she swayed in delight.

“She's better than me, is she?” Zeline replied with a smile. “Well, you could use a little practice yourself.”

“Just wait until she gets to you,” Miranda groaned as she started to rock her hips gently.

Idris tasted the sex of the woman's pussy and didn't care. She was so awash in lust and hunger that she would gladly have eaten it just to hear the woman moan. She was on fire with lust as being forced to pleasure a stranger turned her on. Inside her body, the vibration mixed with the swelling tension driving her wild.

Miranda's hands went through her hair as the woman began to writhe. She leaned back as her voice cried out the moment of passion almost upon her. It took a few minutes more to coax her over, but Miranda finally came in a heaving orgasm. Idris was allowed to recover as the spent woman stepped away, her legs weak from the orgasm that still trembled inside.

“She is so good at that,” Miranda panted.

“Well, I want to see it for myself,” Zeline said and approached as she unbuckled her belt. It took her a little longer to get the armor out of the way, but eventually, Idris was presented with a pair of lacy black panties. She was allowed to pull these down and away, exposing a smooth, silky pussy waiting to be eaten. Once again, she envisioned this was Jaina and went to work, devouring the woman as she jumped in shock.

“You weren’t kidding,” Zeline groaned. “She’s so aggressive.”

“She must love to provide oral sex,” Miranda said as she leaned against a tree. “I hope you're up to the challenge, Grock.”

He cleared his throat as they continued to watch Idris consume her new partner. Idris held on to the woman’s thighs to brace her as she worked her entire head into licking motions. It wasn’t long before Zeline was swaying while her legs buckled. She moaned with every pant as Idris lavished every inch of her pussy with attention.

“Oh, god! I am going to cum already!” Zeline cried as her body trembled. She shook a few times, then clutched Idris's head for support as her orgasm rushed out. Idris kept licking despite the climax, determined to drag the pleasure out as long as possible. The woman smiled as she let out a long joyful moan, finally pushing Idris away.

She panted a few moments before reaching down to run her fingers through her folds and then lick them clean.

“You are a good girl,” Zeline panted. “I guess you get your reward.”

All three women turned to the barbarian man who looked the most nervous of them. He cleared his throat again as Miranda and Zeline came to take his hands.

“A deal is a deal,” Zeline said as they pulled him to the kneeling Idris. “I believe we promised this slut your dick.”

Idris trembled as he was planted right before her and the women eagerly began to unwrap him. She had been so afraid they would tease her and be angry by her request that she never considered they might be turned on. Miranda took the already hard Grock in her hand and began stroking him in Idris's face, teasing him with stories of how good Idris was at this.

“There you go,” Zeline said. “A hard cock as promised.” She kissed the barbarian's cheek and told him to enjoy himself before turning her hungry gaze on Miranda.

Idris reached up and took over the pace of stroking his cock, feeling the firm girth in her hands. She was trembling with nervous energy as the two women leaned into one another to watch but began kissing. In moments they were making love to each other, so Idris looked up to meet the gaze of her stranger. A moment ago, she was determined to get this over with, but now she wondered why. The letter had said they needed her to learn to love sucking cock, and now she had one to practice on.

Slowly her lips parted and rolled over the tip as her tongue traced along it. She went slow and carefully, exploring the full length with her lips and tongue before returning to the tip and sucking it into her mouth. She was hungry to have an orgasm and knew this was her only way, but for some reason, the denial made it all the sweeter. She decided to go slowly and take her time making him suffer until she was ready for him to have one.

Minutes later, he was clearly in distress as her head bobbed at his waist. Her hands ran along his balls, teasing and stroking to keep him tense. The two women had collapsed and were now fully engaged in their sex paying Idris little attention. Only then did Idris remember Zil and wonder where he was during all this. He must be hiding nearby and watching her perform. She could only imagine what he would say after this performance, but she didn't care. Her eyes went up to meet his and saw the pleading expression that made this all worth it. She realized she enjoyed being in this position and savored the moment.

He began to groan and thrust into her lips gently, eager to bring on the moment he sought. Idris was so hot with passion that she didn't care. She began to suck harder, hoping he would fill her mouth to overflowing. When the moment finally came, his legs stiffened like steel, and a hand came to her head. She felt her mouth flood with a warm creaminess that could only be his cum. She eagerly swallowed and was rewarded by the orgasm that had been teasing her for so long. She moaned and jumped as her thighs twisted together, each swallow seeming to start the orgasm over again.

Her hands went around the base of his cock and began to milk him firmly. She wanted as many swallows as she could get, determined to enjoy this for as long as she could. When nothing more could be forced out, she finally sat back and collapsed, her body heaving with the release of sexual tension.

“Well, I hoped you enjoyed that,” Zeline said to the man. “Because Miranda and I aren’t going to suck you like that.”

“I think she sucked him dry,” Miranda pouted. “He’s going to be useless tonight.”

Zeline leaned over Idris with a smile before planting a kiss.

“If you ever get that off, come to Thellion and look for us. We would be happy to add you to our party,” she ran a hand down Idris's body and played with the inside of her thighs. She then got up and started to dress. The fun was over, and it was time to move on. Idris thanked the group and shared a kiss with Miranda before heading off.

She couldn't believe how that had turned out and began to wonder if this was how it was for Jaina. Did people admire her boldness in sex? Did she make friends because she was so eager and willing to please them? Whatever the case, she didn't want to waste her four hours, so she hurried to the road to follow the pull.

“Zil?” she called, wondering where he had gotten off to.

“Well, now I see why you call yourself a dirty slut,” a familiar voice said as he appeared on a branch above her head.

“The timer is running,” Idris insisted as she blushed. “We have to go.”

He flew down and landed beside her on the road as they hurried away, eager to find the others. With any luck, that group was right, and the kill was only hours old. Still, Roric was likely moving faster than she was and getting further away. She would do the best she could, and hopefully, they would stop to camp or rest, giving her a chance to gain ground. With any luck, they would know how to get the belt off even if the magic was broken. If not, she would have to learn to enjoy sex with only her mouth and hands to perform it.