Hopeful Sin, Bk

Filliandari

Erin and James could see the Work Camp ahead. Only a few hours away, but as dusk fell over the horizon, neither of them seemed to be in a rush to end their journey together. James led her back into the small, debris covered tent he set up. Without words, he gently removed her armor and cloak, then let her return the favor and strip him before they lay together in the tent. He was lightly sucking her nipples, shifting between them while he gently rubbed between her legs, when he lightly asked, "Are ya sure? We've done pretty good evading the Inkies. Patrols 'ave thinned out. We could jus' pass this place by. Keep going until no one can possibly recognize ya."

"I'm sure," she sighed contentedly, melting under his finger, though to her surprise, she found she was tempted by the offer. "There's someone here who can help keep me safe."

"I can keep you safe," James said softly. He kissed his way across her chest to her other breast. He had done a fine job of that, true to his word in his promise to help her move across the countryside, evading patrols, hunting for her dinner and truly pampering her. She had known peace she'd not experienced in what felt like centuries. Sliding a pair of fingers into her wet hole, James smiled as Erin moaned her pleasure, her hips moving eagerly into his hand, before breathing a gasp when those fingers split and slid into both holes. With her memories altered, after hitting her head in the bottom of the lake, she couldn't quite remember who it was she'd been planning to meet, only that he was essential in securing her escape from the city. While she'd agreed to meet him here, and she found her roguish partner's offer doubly tempting, she couldn't help to think... but... "But if you're caught... helping a 'heretic' flee, it would only put you in danger... I don't want you to be in danger."

"Because I might die or get hurt? Can you not, then, imagine how much losing you might kill or injure me? We should meet your contact and explain that you won't be needing their services. Or, if you want, we could go with them together. Or follow my original plan and just skip it altogether," he truly seemed completely willing to compromise, just to be with her, to stay with her, and Erin found herself smiling tenderly in response. No, it hadn't occurred to her that it might hurt him to see her in danger, but... she was glad he felt that way, glad to know he seemed to feel the same affection as she did.

"We'll see what they have to offer. If it's good enough, then we can travel together, if not, then we go our own way."

James smiled brightly at her, noticing that neither suggestion included her leaving him to go with the unknown contact alone. As long as they were together, he was content. Leaning down, James kissed her passionately as he slid atop her.

They wouldn't waken in time to leave at dawn.

The next day, hooded, cloaked and walking hand in hand, they skirted the work camp. Raw goods were sold all around them. Timber, ores, and coal. All products of the workforce's hard labor. The two of them could even hire indentured servants while delving into the dungeon's depths. Not slaves, of course, but men and women whose lives were traded in servitude for perceived crimes against the Light. As they approached the Dungeon, the workers looked at them sadly, though some were bitter, even hostile, while the Inquisition-funded guards cheered them on for giving those rogues what they had coming to them.

Descending the stone ramp into the mine themed dungeon, they saw dozens, maybe hundreds of discarded manacles, chains, and collars. The remains of prisoners brought here and banished, bound to the dungeon halls. Near the double jail doors leading into the dungeon, they saw a ratty old tent that made their travel tent look like a fancy townhouse. Out of it stepped a teifling, her contact, and his handsome face broke into a grin as he called, "Erin!" though his lip movements seemed off for the name as he rushed towards her, arms outstretched.

In the far, barely noticeable, back of her mind, Erin heard laughter, dice rolling, and wooden pieces moving across a board.

Taken aback and a little alarmed by the enthusiasm of the tiefling's greeting, Erin stepped closer to James, swaying as her head swam with a sense of deja vu that only served to disturb her further. Before he could get too close, she held up a hand to ward off the embrace, asking while struggling to remember why this man would want to hug her, much less look so happy to see her since he'd only helped to get her evade the Inquisitors before they'd parted... "Are you still wanting to help me, then?"

"Yes, we are getting out of here," the tiefling replied. Dice rolled again and her deja vu eased. Oh yeah, she must have hit her head on that rock pretty damn hard. This was Eris, the arcane trickster. They'd met in a dungeon a lifetime ago, it seemed. He was her first. And maybe the best? Certainly, everything she'd done to James, she learned from Eris. They split up in Godshub to escape the Inkies.

With her history and attraction restored, the only thing missing was her true name and commitments.

"You okay?" both men asked at the same time before glaring at each other.

She gave her head a quick shake to clear it of the lifting fog before quickly saying, "Of course. I'm sorry, I'm a little out of it, I guess. I'm alright, though. Eris, this is James, James, Eris. Eris, James wants to stay with us while we keep moving. He's managed to keep me safe this far, and padding our chances is never a bad thing, right?"

Eris' eyes narrowed in on the protective hand James slid around Erin's waist, and he cocked a brow. "We are taking the Labyrinth, remember? It would be dangerous. How 'bout it Jim?"

James' hand tightened firmly on her waist, showing his nerves. He'd heard of the Labyrinth. A no man's land of danger. "We don't need this; we can go cross country without diving into the depths."

"With more of us, there's no need to go into the Labyrinth," Erin reasoned with the tiefling, agreeing fervently with James on this. "The Inquisitors won't be looking for a group of three, they'll be looking for a lone girl." She then sighed, stepping out of James's grip to take Eris's hand, "I understand if you don't want to come, but I'd like it if you did."

"They are looking for their precious SciGirlon and the Demon she fled with. I doubt the addition of a human to the mix will make much difference, Honey Pot."

"Maybe not. Unless you have some illusion magic to disguise one of us?" Her brows rose pointedly.

"If I did, we would have fled through the Labyrinth to get here. Here, come inside and we can discuss it. Your... escort, can wait out here. Or pitch his own tent."

Sighing softly, Erin turned and murmured to James, "I'll try to talk him around," preferring his idea to crawling through an endless dungeon and hoping for the best.

James leaned in, kissing her cheek and crossed his arms, saying firmly, "I will wait for you. And follow wherever you want to go."

Eris snorted and rolled his eyes, leading the way into his ratty tent and the opulent mansion within. She had definitely forgotten this. But seeing it now... they'd definitely had sex on the floor of this entry hall. The things they did on those stairs. The kitchen table. And she knew exactly where the bedroom and bathrooms were located upstairs, which seemed to be where they were now heading while she thought about the good old days.

"Yeesh, when I said fuck your way back to me, I was thinking kind of a one off, dear," Eris seemed amused, not angry or even jealous.

"Yes, well you weren't very specific," she laughed.

He chuckled with her in good humor. The doors to the bedroom were opened by invisible hands and Eris led her in. Then, turning the woman toward him, he shoved her to fall back in the bed. "First one to cum loses. The winner decides the route."

"That's not fair and you know it!" she protested, "I don't have the kind of control you do!"

"Fine then," he conceded. "I'll just watch you wash off the grime of the... road... and get a head start." He genuinely enjoyed watching her, and she was always happy to perform for his benefit.

Her playful "hmph" signaled that she understood exactly what he was getting at, but the prospect of a hot shower was too good to pass up. "Fine," she agreed.

They shed their clothes in a trail leading to the bathroom. Eris took a seat on the wall bench while she climbed into the oversized tub. They had history in this room, too, both in the shower and the bath. She idly wondered if he was responsible for her increasingly liberated nature, and figured she owed him a thank-you for it.

Stepping under the warm spray, Erin let out a contented sigh. The magical mansion was a luxury she was grateful for. She began scrubbing her hair, watching the suds cascade down her body, alternately veiling and highlighting her curves.

"Mmm," Eris hummed. He was already getting a head start, stroking his large member as he watched her. The sight alone pointedly reminded her of what lay ahead for her, and her body reacted eagerly. Realizing that watching him would only shorten her own endurance, she looked away.

"Mmm..." Erin couldn't help but respond, positioning her face directly under the stream of water so she had a reason to keep her eyes shut. It didn't help much; her mind was filled with memories of what he could do to her. She forced herself to move slowly as she reached for the soap, stepping back from the water to lather her skin while keeping her focus on the task at hand.

"Don't miss the hollow of your neck, the crease of your thighs, or that line under your breasts," Eris coached, naming all the spots he loved to kiss and lick while buried inside of her body.

She swallowed hard, her groin aching with a growing need. Struggling to maintain a measured pace without appearing too desperate, she followed his lead, being very thorough as she washed between her legs and down her crack, ensuring he could see her fingers slipping slightly into her body.

"Which one first?" he taunted.

If only he could have done both at once... Erin visibly shivered as the new thought occurred to her, and her determination to find some sort of resolution to the issue at hand solidified. Of course, it did absolutely nothing to help her arousal as she now had the solid imagery of both men worshiping her body at once...

Eris watched as she continued to finger both holes at once, moaning quietly as her expression shifted to one of hungry bliss. Then he moved in for the kill. "You know, if you see things my way, while we are traveling you can keep your escort. Just know that I am claiming your ass when you are doubly impaled."

Fuck. She was fucked. Figuratively right then, but she was definitely fucked in this bet, with how eager her body had become within the last few seconds alone... Not to mention, his willingness for a threesome nearly just made her cum. Erin dropped the pretense of relaxation, finishing her shower quickly, before stepping out. "You said it yourself, Eris, the Labyrinth is dangerous. Greater Demons, drow, unknown beasts of terrible power... If it's just the Inquisitors, we have a better chance."

"I agree. Against the Inquisitors, we would be fine. But against the forces of heaven they will call upon us... upon you?" He shook his head. Although it seemed a little excessive to call down angels upon a single heretic, she did trust that they would implicitly. "The denizens of the Labyrinth are cautious. They die; they don't come back. It's very much a 'don't fuck with me, I won't fuck with you' environment. Now, can I finish you off before you do it yourself? I like feeling you tremble in my arms."

Erin grabbed a towel, quickly drying herself off while heading for the bed. Discussion could wait, right now she wanted to feel him inside of her.

She didn't make it to the bed. As soon as she discarded the towel, Eris took her hips and pushed Erin up against the wall next to the bathroom door. "I missed you," he told her softly as he explored her sides and hips with knowing fingers. His member rubbed her mound as his hips ground firmly into hers.

"I missed you, too," she moaned, arching against Eris and wrapping her arms around him, drinking in the heat from his body, letting it soak into her every pore, into the core of her being. She hadn't noticed its absence before now, but as he envelops her in his arms while pressing her against the wall, it occurs to her, somewhere in the far back of her mind, that she'd been craving this, craving him the whole time. James may have thoroughly distracted her from noticing it, in this moment, Erin wonders if what she'd told James earlier had been a lie. If she could actually go off with him alone...

Eris drew her from the thoughts as he reached out and grabbed her ass, and Erin instinctively hugged him as he lifted her. Then, with her legs wrapped around him, Eris slowly eased himself into her. She felt nice and tight, snug, all around his thickness. And he filled her juuuust right. Erin breathed a low moan, letting her head tilt back against the wall as pleasure coursed through her, and a feeling of supreme rightness made her sigh happily.

He started stroking in and out, slow and steady, not trying to drive her toward climax, but nevertheless, he whispered in her ear as he nibbled it. "I want you to cum for me."

The words alone were enough to send a hard quiver through Erin as her body cheerfully responded to his voice and desire, and though she gritted her teeth against the surge of pleasure, she knew it would be very easy for him to drive her to climax. "You... challenged me... can't just... cum because you want me to..."

"But you want to lose... remember..." and he pressed her against the wall so he could slide a hand over her round ass and slip a finger into her. "Because if you don't lose, then I will... and if we are not doing it my way..."

Erin arched, his finger a poor substitute for what she wanted, but still so nice, and she shuddered on him again before surrendering, her body's grip on him tightening as she cried out in climax.

Eris grinned triumphantly. "You are so easy," he teased her as he pushed off the wall and carried her over to the bed. He dropped her in it with him atop and inside her.

She moaned again, knowing the position would give him more ability to pound into her. "It's your fault."

Eris didn't disappoint, starting to move hard and fast, sending bliss shooting through her poor, already hopelessly primed body. "That's why you are myMinewife."

Erin had no response for him as her grip on him tightened and she lifted her hips to give him deeper access, crying out as he hit her cervix, making her cum again.

He fucked her long and hard over the next hour. He plowed her pussy relentlessly. And when it seemed she was getting blissed out, he lifted her up and had her ride him as he lay on the bed, bringing her back into focus and causing her to climax some more. Erin had a realization somewhere through it all, that she could have sucked him in the bathroom until she tasted precum and still lost. Her sex fiend was just that good.

She lost count of time and climaxes. And when he did finish inside her and pull out, she felt completely willing to clean him, as if it were the most natural thing. As she did, she smiled, feeling him reharden. Then she clenched as he said, "Aren't you going to invite your friend in?" Her pussy was still sore and... leaking. Bastard. But the offer was there...

She almost accepted the offer out of pure, selfish desire, before common sense broke through. Eris had said he'd be in her ass for that. And while she didn't know much about sex, she knew enough about men to know it was unlikely that James would go for sloppy seconds.

"Not this time. This time, it's just you and me."

"He can come in and listen then. Or do you intend to leave him outside waiting all night?" Eris chuckled and rolled her onto her stomach, spreading her legs. He was totally fine with that.

Erin moaned softly in anticipation of his return to her body. "I'll go get him after this round... and after I clean up."

He chuckled again as he slid into her oh-so-accommodating ass. Having just plundered her pussy for an hour he was able to last quite some time back there - much to her pleasure. She enjoyed every moment, every thrust and pull as he filled her ass, multiple orgasms blanking her mind again as he fucked her conditioned rear, having gained enough control to at least not squeeze too hard when she climaxed for him, enabling him to continue stroking through them.

Eris slowed before she blanked out and rolled so that they were spooning, continuing to gently thrust. "I do love you, even if you are a bit of a slut," he said with absolute adoration.

"Your... fault," she mumbled, not returning the sentiment, but simultaneously sad and glad that he'd slowed down to allow her to regain her bearings, at least a little.

One hot hand slid down her body, and her last climax came in tandem with his. Then, he simply held her, still buried inside of her.

Erin quivered in his arms for a solid five minutes as her mind and body recovered from the last... few hours? Gods, how long had they been in here? She could have stayed like this forever, frankly, but remembering that she had another lover waiting to hear from her had Erin groaning softly and trying to pull away from Eris. He held on, but not too tightly, murmuring, "You know, we did fine on our own. But if you insist, we can add another. It is up to you, Honey Pot."

"He and I did pretty good on our own, too, thanks to him," she pointed out, pushing against his arms to disengage from their cuddles... although reluctantly. "Padding my chances of staying under the radar is a good thing, right?"

"Well, since we are staying under the ground out of their sight, it seems redundant." He sighed and rolled out of bed with her, heading for the shower.

Erin followed him to the bathroom, although she was slower and... somewhat unsteady, as her legs hadn't caught up with her brain yet. "Yes, well I'd rather go above ground, too, but... you won, even if you knew it wasn't fair. Still, having someone around who can go through cities and towns on the surface without a target on his back can only be a good thing."

He waited for her in the shower. "Well, I suppose having an errand boy to do some shopping would be nice." As she got in he turned on the water.

"Don't be like that, Eris." she said softly, "I would hate for you two to be hostile to each other, and degradation only leads to provocation."

"It shouldn't be a problem," he told her as he lathered up his hands and reached for her. "We can always double hate fuck you to vent a bit."

She stepped into his hands, unable to deny that she really, really enjoyed having his touch all over her, the warmth of his body all but outright addictive. "Ooor you could just... try to get along?"

"We will see. And have you considered what to do if he refuses to come with us?"

"It's his right to do so, since there is so much danger. If he wants to go his own way and not be on the run for the foreseeable future, I wouldn't dream of talking him out of it."

"And if he doesn't want to do so alone?"

There were a few moments between question and answer - but she had already thought about it. Losing Eris would be so much harder...

"We started this together. And you're only in danger because of me. I won't abandon you." Nothing about love or marriage, simply obligation.

He smirks and they finish washing. Then they headed outside. James waited there, his tent pitched, and there was a small fire going. He rose to his feet casually as they emerged. "Long discussion, huh?"

"Very long. And hard. And loud..." Eris built up steam...