The Wyrm's Curse Ch. 07

Notes: For anyone who was waiting for this - I apologize. Feel free to leave a comment telling me where to go. For those who weren't, leave a comment and lemme know what you think. All characters in this work are over 18 and completely fictional. Contains magical futanari/female with male genitalia - if that's not something you're into, you may want to skip this series. Thanks. Now back to your irregularly scheduled story...

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The Wyrm's Curse Chapter 7

Kara stood on the grassy bank of the Shein-Marivell River, bathed in the orange light of the setting sun as it filtered through the trees on the far side of the river. Loosening up a bit with the relative safety and solitude, she had removed her skirt of leather plates and the cotton binding she wore to restrain her breasts, leaving them with her pack back near her campfire. She still wore the rig of leather straps and sheathed knives over a loose linen blouse, the hem of which she had knotted above the waistline of snug green cotton tights.

Squinting in the light, Kara finished securing a whittled hook to the end of her plaited fishing line. When she was satisfied, she checked the little chunk of dead wood she had tied on further up the line as a makeshift bobber. Looping several feet of line loosely in her right hand, she retrieved her sapling rod with her left. After a few practice movements, she cast the line underhanded toward the center of the river.

A dragonfly, stalking other insects over the water's surface, veered away as the line struck nearby. The bit of wood did it's intended job, and Kara watched as it drifted with the gentle current. The slack excess of her line played out and straightened somewhat as the bobber was drawn to the faintly rippling center-line of the river. It stopped drifting at the extent of the line some thirty feet downstream. Kara stood and watched the constant, slight shifting of the bit of wood on the rippling surface as the sun sank and the light faded from orange to reddish-purple. Aside from the occasional biting fly, it was peaceful.

Thus far, the whole trek North from Tollenville had been blessedly peaceful. Kara had stuck mostly to the strip of land between the riverbank and the well-trafficked River Road that ran North and South parallel to the river. On her second day walking she had stopped briefly in one of the little fishing villages that dotted the banks all along the Shein-Marivell. In a flash of foresight, she had purchased a small clay jug of pickled eggs and a cured ham. One could usually obtain fish at any such village, but in some stretches fish was about the only meat you could get.

The nights she slept out of doors, though. The first night she had laid up in a narrow gully, nestled down on almost dry mud amidst clumps of cattails. After leaving the fishing village on the second day she had crossed a series of low hills. Coming upon a large willow halfway down one of the hills she decided to stop early and set up camp beneath its long drooping branches. And now her third day of trekking was drawing to a close.

And as the light grew steadily dimmer and all color drained away, Kara despaired of catching anything. She'd be in the dark momentarily, and employing her heat vision wouldn't help overmuch with fishing. It wasn't as if she actually needed to catch anything. If she did, she could supplement the supplies she had, and avoid paying at a village for what was swimming around right there in the river. Mainly, though, she had decided to try her hand at fishing as a diversion from sitting around watching her little campfire burn down.

Oh well. There were worse ways to waste an hour. She'd just have a bit of-

The line sprung taut. The sapling was almost wrenched from her hands. Tightening her grip, Kara jerked the rod hard in the opposite direction. The green wood bowed under high tension, and there came a bizarre warbling sound that registered near the high end of what Kara's ears could discern.

Then the tension slacked off, and then a bit more. The makeshift bobber still hadn't returned to the surface, though. Thinking that her catch had gone to ground near the bank where she stood, Kara took a knee, setting her rod aside to pull the line in by hand. Before she could bring in all the slack, her catch rose to meet her.

Just an arm's reach from where she knelt, a bulge formed in the water's surface and grew. A figure quickly slid up into view, deceptively quiet until it had risen far enough for water to cascade down from it to splash and patter on the surface. Kara jolted back in surprise, trying to back up before fully gaining her feet. She flailed her arms ineffectually, and landed, with a grunt, on her ass. Cursing herself mentally, she reached for the handles of two of her knives and was reminded that her left hand was coiled with the plaited fishing line. Settling for drawing with her right hand and grasping one end of the fishing rod in her left, she looked up to regard the glistening figure.

It was hard to make out detail in the dark, but it looked as though a small woman had risen and was now standing on the surface of the river. She was small in the sense of being a bit more than four feet tall, though displaying more or less normal proportions. Proportions which, unobscured by any form of clothing, accounted for the impression of a well-developed female. There was something odd about, among other things, the little woman's hair. It was greenish, long, thick, and, Kara realized momentarily, unmatted by the water that now dripped from it.

From her appearance and her ability to stand, bobbing faintly, on the surface of a river, Kara developed a certain suspicion regarding the dripping figure. Confirmation was not long in coming. As she watched, a yellowish-green glow began to grow, as if from within the little woman. Like the bio-luminescence of a lightning bug, the glow suffused every bit of her save her hair, the intensity slowly pulsing, but never fully going dark again. Awed by the display, Kara forgot herself for a few moments, despite her natural wariness.

The woman's full, glowing lips parted and moved, and the sounds that issued forth were a strange, almost melodic variation of the burbling, chuckling, coursing sounds of a brook or shallow stream. Kara's brain was somehow already following the words when she realized they were there, seamlessly worked into the aqueous oration.

"Why have you hooked me?"

Aside from the watery sounds, she spoke an oddly accented Elvish.

"I didn't... I mean-"

Shifting, the woman presented her right shoulder, from which one end of a whittled hook protruded, trailing plaited line back to Kara's hand. Holding up her opposite hand, the woman gave a little wave with the piece of dead wood which had served as a bobber, before using it to give the line a tug. Kara saw the line straighten and felt the tug on her left hand where the line was coiled. The glowing woman gave her an expectant, faintly contemptuous look.

"It is attached to you, half-breed."

The racial bit reminded Kara of the Wyrm, Copper, which annoyed her.

"I was trying to catch fish. To eat. How was I supposed to know there was a Fey-kin glowworm in the river?" her voice held an edge of anger.

Without replying, the little woman walked toward her. It sounded as if her bare feet were treading on smooth, wet stone. Still dripping here and there, she stepped up onto the bank to stand looking down at Kara.

"You want to eat my fish?"

"I... I mean, a girl's got to eat and... I didn't know they were your fish?" Kara offered uncertainly.

"I jest with you," the glowing beauty smiled, "Eagles eat the fish. And otters. Sometimes bears. Why not girl with hook?"

"Uh, right." Kara sheathed the knife she had drawn and began working the coiled line from her left hand, not taking her eyes from the luminescent lass.

"But I am not a fish." the smile fell from her glowing lips.

"No," Kara agreed, "You're not a fish. You're... are you a water nymph?"

There were stories. Wood nymphs were supposed to be so beautiful -- owing partly to their inherent Fey magic -- that simply to behold one would drive a man mad with lust. Or love. Desire, at any rate. The stories were unclear as to whether or not this effect held true with women.

Stories of water nymphs were less consistent. Some said their voices were bewitching, like a siren's song. Others claimed they were as beautiful as wood nymphs, but their smiles hid teeth like a shark's, and they hungered for mortal flesh. Some even claimed they absorbed moonlight, and then glowed like the moon themselves in order to lure in prey. As with most tales of Fey and Fey-kin, nobody really seemed to know for sure. With water nymphs particularly, it seemed you could track every story back to a tavern hosting drunken sailors or fishermen.

"I think humans call us this. But we are not nymphs. We are Haghlag-Noth." Strange, watery, guttural sounds -- which a normal humanoid throat would never produce -- were an integral part of the pronunciation of the term.

Kara's eyebrows rose. She nodded slowly.

"Uh, right. Do you have a name?" she asked.

"A man visited me often for a time, many seasons ago. He chose to call me Absinthe." the Fey-kin replied after some thought.

Kara cleared her throat to quell an urge to either laugh or groan.

"Uh, that's a bit, er, odd sounding to my ear," she fibbed in an attempt at tact. Assumably, the water Fey wasn't aware of the inspiration for her once nickname. "What about... Anise?"

"As you please," she stepped forward as she spoke, unceremoniously lowering herself to sit straddling Kara's lap, "But there is still the matter of your hook."

Kara sat, speechless, gazing down into Anise's glowing face. She would've expected the water Fey to be cold to the touch, not to mention wet, having emerged from the river. Rather, it seemed the water had all coursed off of the smoothly curved body, with only a scattering of droplets raining from the mass of hair. And as the full curves of that body settled against Kara with only her thin cotton tights between, she felt a surprising warmth.

"I could remove-" Kara began.

She stopped when Anise began to tip her face down, her brow furrowing. Anise sat very still for a moment, as if listening for something, before looking up at Kara again.

"There's magic on you," too fast for the mercenary to react, a glowing hand shot up to press gently against her exposed throat, "A curse?"

Yet again Kara found herself speechless. She resisted an urge to remove the little hand from her throat, wondering distantly if she would be able to, should she try. If unnatural strength were among the magical traits of water nymphs. Fey in general had a reputation for being capricious and sometimes disproportionately vindictive over matters of principle. Laying waste to entire crops in answer to the felling of a single tree or leading beguiled trespassers into treacherous bogs to drown. Anise, thus far, had shown no real hostility, despite the hooking. Kara thought it prudent to keep it that way.

"Yes. A curse."

Could Anise sense anything more specific, Kara wondered. Would she know the exact, intimate nature of the curse's effects?

"Oh," the glowing features brightened, figuratively, "let me taste it."

She might have been talking about a cream-laden confection or honey sweetened coffee, to judge by the enthusiastic curiosity in her voice.

Again Kara forbore acting on reflex when Anise rose on her knees, moving her hand aside to press her open mouth to Kara's throat. Her tongue was moist and hot. With some effort Kara continued to restrain herself, though it was no longer exactly reflex that she was resisting. The warm, curvaceous body pressed to hers brought up vivid memories of the recent time spent with Miri and her adorable librarian friend.

Realizing she had begun to let her eyelids droop, Kara blinked as Anise drew back from her neck. Playing the effete connoisseur, the little woman slowly licked her lips while reseating herself and wiggling her pert backside to get comfortable in Kara's lap. She then puckered her lips thoughtfully.

"Not demonic. And... not the work of a djinn, I think. But powerful. Intricate. Did you insult a demi-god?" Anise regarded her curiously.

Kara raised both eyebrows, then rolled her eyes. There were the first faint twinges of sensations which heralded a by-now familiar change. She was fairly certain none of the flowers on her list represented a glowing, aquatic, half-pint nudist. Hoping to appease her new acquaintance's curiosity quickly and then politely get rid of her, Kara spoke very succinctly.

"I insulted a dragon."

She garnered a very small satisfaction, seeing Anise at a loss for words this time. Unfortunately, the effect lasted only a moment.

"Truly? What sort of dragon was it? And what does the curse do? Wait, I want to remember dragon. Let me have another taste."

Before Anise could lean in to sample the abiding dragon magic via Kara's sensitive skin, the half elf took hold of her upper arms.

She was surprised when the Fey-kin shied to one side. Then she realized that she had gripped just below where her hook was still embedded.

"Ah. Let me get that out." Kara suggested.

"Oh, that." Anise seemed to have forgotten all about the hook.

Reaching across, she grasped the butt of the hook in dainty glowing fingers and unceremoniously twisted it back out of her arm. She tossed the hook and trailing line away and turned her attention back to Kara, seemingly unphased. Kara winced, then craned her neck to examine the little puncture wound. As she watched, a single fat drop of thick, amber colored fluid welled up, burgeoned, and began to slowly run down the arm.

Without thinking, Kara reached a hand up to wipe away the trail of what was, she assumed, whatever served water nymphs as blood.

"Don't-" Anise flinched back, too late.

Kara looked from Anise's pained expression to her hand. Yellowish-green light gleamed on the syrupy, resin-colored blood smeared on the inside of two of her fingers. And even as she wondered why the Fey-kin had reacted so, she began to feel the answer. Without Anise explaining, she understood. The erroneously named water nymphs might not drive men mad on sight, nor even properly be nymphs, but they did harbor certain aphrodisiac qualities on the inside. If nowhere else, then in the blood. Definitely in the blood.

Anise gave Kara a marginally repentant look.

"I suppose that was thoughtless of me." she offered.

"Oh, no..." Kara mumbled.

The faint twinges Kara had felt earlier returned, rapidly becoming more intense. She shifted uncomfortably, rolled her hips back. Planning to move Anise bodily off of her, an apology on the tip of her tongue, Kara shuddered, knowing she was too late. There was pressure low in her belly, a sense of release, and then she felt a thick, throbbing six or seven inches of sensation she hadn't had a moment before.

Despite having shifted her hips back, her curse-induced magical manhood had grown forth in such a way that the head was wedged firmly between thighs -- her right and Anise's left. And if there had been any doubt, she could see on the little woman's face that she could feel it.

Anise looked down at their laps, then back up at Kara.

"Do you have a tail?"

"What?" Kara threw her hands out at her sides in exasperation, "Of course not! Besides, tails grow in the back..."

"I thought perhaps it was to do with the curse. Are you feeling at all unusual? Haghlag-Noth aren't nymphs, but we do have a certain magical quality which..."

The warm, soft, enticing... that is, Anise, continued explaining, but Kara found it impossible to concentrate on her words. She wanted to put her hands on the little beauty, to feel her breasts, her hips, her ass. She wanted to return the favor of tasting, starting with her mouth before moving on to every other luscious part of her. And she definitely wanted to fuck her.

Kara tried to remind herself that this wasn't her. It was the blood. Or mostly the blood, at least. And this wasn't something you did. This was exactly the sort of thing that happened in stories, and it never ended well for the mortals involved. She already had one curse, for pity's sake.

Trying all too hard to resist the overwhelming urges welling up inside, and to ignore her raging erection, had the opposite of the intended effect. She groaned when she inadvertently tensed in a way she normally wasn't capable of. Twitching in a vain attempt to stand to attention, her cock pressed back against Anise's thigh for a moment.

Curious, Anise slid back on her haunches. No sooner had she moved than Kara's unseen pole rose to pitch a tent in the front of her leggings. Kara was gripped by warring urges; one to try to hide the bulge with her hands, and the other to rip her leggings away and try to satisfy her tremendous lust one way or another. Instead she again grabbed the other woman by the arms. Anise's eyes were glued to Kara's lap, but she blinked and looked up when Kara spoke.

"It's the curse. And your blood. I can't... you've gotta go, unless you want-" Kara practically panted.

"I did want another taste of that curse." Anise interrupted, breaking into a grin.

She slipped her little digits between Kara's tummy and her leggings without waiting for a reply. Pulling out and down, she slid the edge of the leggings down until it wedged snugly halfway down Kara's shaft. The portion made visible, already almost painfully engorged, seemed to swell just a bit more in response. Hearing Kara moan pitiably, Anise licked her lips, grasped the half elf's cock just below the head with one little hand, and ducked her head.

Flattening her nose against Kara, she lapped wetly at the underside, before taking Kara into her mouth. Almost immediately Kara felt herself nearing the edge. The Fey-kin's lips and tongue were warm, snug, and amazingly soft. Doubtless it was partly due to the aphrodisiac blood, but in the moment, it seemed the most pleasurable thing the half elf had ever felt.

Without actually attaining the level of a thought, an impulse owed to common decency surfaced in Kara's lust-drunk mind. She should warn the glow-worm that she was gonna cum. Especially since she was going to go off so quickly. Another good reason for a warning -- the inhumanly vast quantities she had produced during some of her previous ejaculations -- didn't even occur to her.

"Wait, can't- Oh Gods-" Kara moaned, pressing her hands to the great mass of greenish locks slowly bobbing above her lap.

And just when she was sure she would explode, her not-a-nymph partner stopped. As she peered down to watch Anise tip her head back, Kara was sure she would cum anyway. The muscles across her tummy, and elsewhere, twitched and tensed, and she was so close. But she rode the edge, and watched breathlessly as a stream of pre-cum welled up and ran, only to be caught on Anise's nimble tongue.

She'll follow that back to the source with her tongue and close her lips over me, and that'll be it and oh, but I might lose my mind when I cum, Kara thought. But that didn't happen either. Anise withdrew her tongue after catching the first dribble of fluid. She closed her mouth and savored her reward for a moment before looking up at Kara.

"Good. Now lay back."

When Kara looked poised to open the topic for discussion, the Fey-kin threw herself forward, rising to surprise the half-elf with a kiss even while baring her to the ground.

Kara gave a little grunt as she thumped down on her back. Somehow Anise managed to maintain the kiss without smashing their faces together. After a moment to recover from the sudden forced-reclining, Kara noted that the things that made Anise's mouth so nice for oral sex, pretty much all applied to kissing as well. As Kara let her eyelids slide shut, she felt the Fey-kin settle down against her. Her full breasts pressed between them, Anise caressed up the sides of Kara's neck, to spread her perfect little fingers along the backs of the half-elf's ears.