Barrelbloom
Chapter Three
“Seven Patrons will it.”
“And good luck to you too.”
Heilig led Karabella and Abadale back into the curved building, leaving Larcene and Rachelle in their preparation for the rogue’s ascent of the wet cavern wall.
“You sure they’ll be fine?” Karabella whispered to Heilig once she was sure they were out of hearing range of Larcene’s elf ears.
“I’ve seen Larcene scale ice shelves higher than that and she can climb cliffs faster than some people can even run. They’ll be fine.” Heilig hushed back.
“Then why are we checking the hoard for magic items then?”
“In case they aren’t fine.”
The three Iron Sparrows entered the single room of the buidling they’d been calling Barrelbloom. The chests inside were left in various states of being looted. Some left ajar with contents placed to the side, others were closed and completely unchecked yet. The party’s packs, filled with treasure deemed takeable, were collected near the entrance.
The plain walls of the room reminded Heilig of the room she had when growing up in an Order of Seven Patrons convent. Literally and figuratively a cloistered upbringing, she found abbey life too austere and boring and jumped at the chance to be a paladin to get away from it all and experience some of the finer things in life.
“Right, let’s do this. Hopefully the Seven Patrons can find us so deep underground and grant us the luck needed to get us all out of here with what we’ve managed to find so far.” Heilig didn’t like the idea of leaving so much gold behind without checking it properly but she also could tell when a job was starting to go bad and this one was most definitely on the turn.
“I’ll look in our pile. You guys check the rest.” Abadale butted in and started searching the bags before anyone could say anything. Heilig guessed the bard was picking the easy job because she’s still getting used to her new purple and black suit she’d found. Especially judging by the way she jerkily moved occasionally and the fleeting expressions of discomfort that flashed in her eyes.
“Fine, Karabella, you start that side of the room, I’ll start this side. Anything that seems useful, we collect it together and show the magic stuff to Rachelle. We’ve got enough valuables but you can add more if something is small enough and looks very expensive. Find something that gets us out of here first.” Heilig thought it was typical that Abadale would so quickly volunteer to do the smallest job of the three, but at least she was doing something. The bard could be stealthier than even Larcene when it was time to allocate chores.
The paladin focused her grace and recited a short petition in her head to the Seven Patrons. She felt an uplift in her spirits as the blue glow of her holy aura emanated a few inches from the centre of her chest. Heilig took a few deep breaths and felt a righteous calm enter her spirit.
Heilig cracked open a previously unopened chest and checked inside. Expensive jewels, lots of gold and even a crown and sceptre. All rendered unwanted and useless to the party since their escape ladder got eaten away and collapsed. The paladin tried to breathe and put it into perspective for herself. If before they had set out for this dungeon the Seven Patrons had offered her the treasure they’d gathered so far and nothing more, she’d have been happy with that. Leaving behind loot still didn’t sit wholly right with Heilig but if they get out, it is a decent score they could return to after some better preparation. At the very least they could sell the location as a tip in a tavern to another party.
Another chest was opened and Heilig knelt down and peered in. There was an unlabeled potion bottle that looked promising. It was white with a slight glow and felt light as though nothing was in it, Heilig put it aside for Rachelle to look at later should Larcene fail in her climb.
The holy paladin was only three chests into her section of chests and boxes to check when Abadale clumsily barged herself in to kneel next to her. Heilig liked Abadale but wondered if she’d need to expend another use of her aura in order to have the patience to get through this conversation with the blonde bard.
“Still not used to the new getup I see. You should change into your old gear. This could be an emergency soon enough and I don’t want you to fall if we’re trying to escape something.”
“You’re worried you’d have to leave me behind to die? I’m touched.” Abadale joked.
“No, I’m worried I’d be killed going back for you.” Heilig wasn’t joking.
Abadale’s blue eyes were the only part of her face showing from under the highwaywomanlike silk covering her mouth and nose still. Heilig could see she was genuinely touched a little before she started back into her usual act.
“I thought you’d understand losing a small amount of practicality for the sake of your armour’s style? I mean, this thing is huge and bright white plus you don’t even wear a helmet. You could say that I’m just following your example, oh wonderful leader.” Abadale said wryly, theatrically knocking on one of Heilig’s huge pauldrons. The bard was clearly trying to get under Heilig’s skin again but there was nothing the paladin could do.
“You know we wear dazzling white armour like this in order to be a shining beacon for the Seven Patrons and my order wears no helmet so the Seven Patrons can hear our prayers while enemies can see the virtue in our eyes! You know this!” Heilig said, taking the bait.
“Whatever you’re doing over there Abadale, do it now and get back to checking the stuff we’ve already got”. Karabella called over wearily. The fighter didn’t even turn her head, she knew Abadale’s needling could break even the saints’ patience and although Heilig was virtuous, she was far from saintly. Karabella on the other hand, tended to be the peacemaker when things kicked off between the party . She was the most capable in combat but also something of a gentle giant, always keeping an even keel to counterbalance the anxious or avaricious other Iron Sparrows.
“I’ve checked my bit so I’m helping Heilig now!” Abadale yelled back. She turned to Heilig ”I’ve got something else, actually. Someone found this amethyst necklace earlier and it could be useful.” The bard dangled a finely cut and huge purple gemstone set in a necklace and chain made from a black metal. Heilig gave it a glance then set back to her work in the chest.
“Looks expensive. Put it with the rest and if it’s magic Rachelle can tell us what it does.” The paladin said, ignoring the bard to examine an unknown tome.
“But I already know what it does. It boosts your paladin grace and aura, it’s a lost treasure!” Abadale said, letting purple light reflect from the gem into the corner of Heilig’s eye.
“Oh is it now? And how do you know that?” Heilig turned her head, annoyed at the purple flashes in her face.
“I’m more than just a pretty face, you know!” The light from Heilig’s torch danced in the reflection of the amethyst and Heilig found she couldn’t turn away. “If you really want to know, my suit guided me to it and then it guided me to you. I think it wants you to have it so that means I want you to have it.” More torchlight flickered and danced in the gem. Heilig felt a tug, like she was being drawn to it.
“Your suit wants me to have the necklace?” Heilig moved to turn away and resist the pull of the amethyst but found her muscles simply wouldn’t respond.
“Of course it does! It has been dropping all sorts of naughty hints in full view of you all and I just know I’m due a big reward when it gets what it wants!” Abadale whispered in conspiratorial tones making a quick glance to check Karabella wouldn’t hear. Her words washed over and through Heilig whose focus was entirely on the amethyst now.
“K-k-karahh…” The paladin’s call for help could barely exit as a gasp.
“Oooh, you always had an impressive amount of willfulness so let’s do something to shore things up.” Heilig’s attention was trapped by the gem but she felt something silky extend from Abadale’s other arm and wrap around her throat, nose and mouth, gagging the black paladin completely. “There we go.” Abadale whispered directly into the paladin’s ear. “We can hopefully continue without interruptions now.”
Heilig was doing her best to avoid the power of the amethyst. She had been growing warmer deep in her depths and she knew if she looked right into the gem, it would only pull her further into a lustful haze. She was gagged and frozen in place, her only option was to hold out as long as she could and either wait for Abadale to make a mistake or hope Karabella notices something was wrong.
In the meantime it was just her and the necklace. She knew Abadale was holding the necklace and occasionally could hear a whisper in her ear that made feel her nipples harden, but Heilig was stuck with the amethyst dangling at the end of her tunnel vision, consuming her focus while its purple light slowly chipped away at her will.
“I think that should be enough. Let’s see what you do now, Heilig.” Abadale said goadingly. Heilig did her best to ready herself for a fight but she felt sluggish and actually afraid of what Abadale might do to, she also felt afraid of what she may need to do to the bard in order to stop her.
Abadale was still close to her looking at her with an arrogant twinkle in her blue eyes. She was however within striking distance of Heilig’s blade. The bard must’ve wagered that in this inebriated state, Heilig wouldn’t be able to close ground and make a proper strike. Heilig did her best to ready herself, and execute a plan she was forming. She still had her weapon and soon the wooziness advantage the corrupted bard had over her would be gone.
Heilig began to mentally entreat the pantheon of the Seven Patrons and use her aura to cure herself and then remove whatever unnatural curse that was affecting Abadale. She felt a warmth emanate from within her grace but it felt off. It wasn’t the usual warmth of divinity but a more sinful warmth, it was more of a heat. She noticed that the aura emanating from her wasn’t the usual warm and holy blue glow but purple like the corrupting amethyst. Her own holy aura was somehow now being turned against her. Her arm that was ready on her sword dropped back limply to her side. She tried to moan but she was still gagged. She did however notice how wet she now was between her legs. The bard had done something to her and she could feel her own body betraying her already.
She made a panicked look across to Abadale as the blonde was walking towards her. Heilig used what felt like the last of her free will to look around for the cursed amethyst necklace. The bard had nothing in either of her gloved hands, and she hadn’t put the amethyst on. Heilig eventually looked down, resting on the front of her armour’s chest was the necklace and she knew she had lost. Horny thoughts of submission and desire were overwhelming the paladin. Abadale walked up beside her without resistance and whispered in her ear.
“There’s a good girl. Just one thing you need to do and then the real fun starts.” She pointed at Karabella who was still engrossed in the search for magic objects on the other side of the room. Heilig looked at her close friend and wondered how she would react to this same purple aura that was making her pussy so wet. Abadale led Heilig over to her until they were just a few feet behind the redhead.
“Are you both done?” Karabella asked out of curiosity after hearing the two of them approach. She had her back to the two and was on all fours looking in a chest, a small pile of old wands next to her along with some grimoires and spell books she’d gathered.
“Something like that.” Abadale nodded to Heilig, who expanded her now corrupting aura outwards and over past the swordswoman. Karabella didn’t have time to react before it had engulfed her physically and mentally.
“What is th- ohhhh.” A feeling of bliss flowed all the way through the fighter’s body, causing her to moan. She knelt herself upright, wobbling slightly as she felt each wave deep within.
“Isn’t it divine, Kara? Just let it take you over.” Heilig said, her gag now slipping down her body. She stood behind the fighter, her own corruption deepening by each moment.
“Heilig. Why don’t you keep Karabella there while I help things along. Don’t move until I say so.” Abadale said with a smirk. Heilig placed her hands firmly on Karabella’s shoulders. To give herself a good view of what was to follow Abadale perched herself on top of a chest next to the other two, she started caressing her own breasts and intently watched the two as she started.
“You’re feeling a purple flame inside you. Of ion, longing and lust.”
“Longing and lust.” Karabella was on her knees with her back to Heilig but the paladin could still hear a little conflict in her voice.
“The fire is burning away everything inside that you don’t need anymore: your fear, your pride, your shame.” As she heard Abadale’s words, Heilig felt her unholy aura intensify. The thoughts of submission and lust were coalescing into fantasies of wantonly pleasuring Karabella and Abadale.
“As these parts of you burn away you feel the fire grow larger inside you, the heat spreading from your pussy to all across your body. More of what’s holding you back burns away now, your ego, your faith, your connections, your morals.”
“Ah!” A small, involuntary sigh left Karabella’s mouth. Heilig was already past the point of convincing but was still in her full armour and longing for them all to ravish each other. She had realised the part of Abadale’s suit that had previously gagged her was gone from her mouth and throat and the silken cloth had been teasing her nipples and large breasts, seemingly expanding further over her body as it did. After all the ministrations from the cloth and the lust from the amethyst around her neck she needed the tall, redheaded fighter to fall soon. She needed the redhead lapping at her cunt, her nose deep within the fallen paladin’s thick bush. Heilig found herself making a silent petition not to any of the Seven Patrons but to the amethyst, asking that her lust will be sated soon. As she thought this the purple aura turned a deeper shade of purple and the fighter and the paladin both moaned.
“The fire has risen to an inferno… and all that’s left in the centre is a wicked heart… and a needy pussy.” Abadale was breathing heavily and although Heilig couldn’t tell exactly what her suit was doing to reward her, the paladin knew Abadale was getting close.
“A wicked heart and a needy pussy.” Heilig repeated. She hoped the fighter’s mind was close to breaking. Simple swordfighters rarely put themselves through the kind of magic resistance training that was standard for paladins and if a paladin like herself could be turned into a corrupted and horny slut so readily, Karabella stood no chance.
The purple air surrounding them felt cloying and thick. Every single intake of breath felt like it was feeding the flames inside Heilig’s pussy. Her face was the only bit of skin exposed to it and tingling intensely. Karabella was in a similar state with her white shirt underneath leather arm guards and chestplate offering some cover but her face was fully exposed to the sensual pressure. It was too much for Karabella and she gave out a whimper. Her head bowed forward in defeat and she mumbled. “I have a wicked heart and a needy pussy. Please!”
“What was that, Karabella? Ahhh” a devilish smile crept up Abadale’s face followed by a moan escaping her lips. Heilig, who was also beyond desperate for release, knew that the blonde bard was going to finally get her reward.
“I said I have a wicked heart and a needy pussy. I need to fuck, please!” Karabella begged, looking up to try and meet Abadale’s eyes. Heilig could hear the desperation in her voice.
“You need to fuck? That would be the needy pussy then. Say it again, but this time just the heart and pussy bit.”
“I have a wicked heart and a needy pussy.” Karabella lifted her head more and shook some of her long red hair away from her face.
“Hmm, getting there but it’s not got the right energy yet. Say it again.” Abadale said, directing her like she was at a theater audition.
“I have a wicked heart and a needy pussy.” Karabella’s voice wavered. Heilig could barely recognise the previously so assured and confident fighter on her knees and practically begging for permission to be fucked. Heilig could feel her pussy was drenched.
“No, again. When you say it how I like, then you two can undress and fuck each other.” Abadale was revelling in her power over them, Heilig didn’t know how much longer she could take. She had her own needy pussy that needed attention and Abadale was somehow the only one who could allow her release.
“I have a wicked heart and a needy pussy.” Karabella was beginning to sound euphoric, like the affirmation was getting written onto her soul. Heilig was ready, they both surely were.
“Yeah you do. Say it again.” Abadale instantly replied. Drinking in Karabella and Heilig’s pained expressions as her suit pleasured her.
“I have a wicked heart and a needy pussy.” Karabella closed her eyes in hope.
“Again. Ahh!” Abadale looked so close. Heilig wanted to trade places with her more than anything in the whole world.
“I have a wicked heart and a needy pussy.” Karabella repeated it again with nothing but desperation and defeat in her voice.
“Keep going.”
“I have a wicked heart and a needy pussy. I have a wicked heart and a needy pussy. I have a wicked heart and a needy pussy. I have a wicked heart and a needy pussy.” Karabella kept going until the blonde came.
“Ahhhhhhh!!! Yes! Mmmmm!!” Abadale orgasmed so hard it looked like her spirit was going to leave her body, she tensed and curled up, almost falling off the chest where she sat. Aftershocks kept rocking her as she caught her breath. Panting heavily, she finally looked down at the paladin and the swordswoman who were desperately watching the whole time.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Fuck each other.”
Heilig didn’t need telling twice. She shed herself of her holy armour whilst her tall companion did the same. The paladin’s undergarments fell from her body revealing that the purple silken material had been busy. It had taken on mass and grown. Whether it grew from the magic effects of the cursed amethyst or from absorbing her own lusts Heilig didn’t care. Where previously it had been roughly the size of a kerchief, it had stretched out and narrowed like rope, spreading all over Heilig’s body with several lines down between her legs and others criss-crossing under and between her large breasts that were finally released.
Karabella had lighter armour and less of it to remove so was naked sooner. Her tall, athletic frame loomed over Heilig and she hungrily kissed the paladin until Heilig broke the kiss to greedily suck at her closest confidant’s tits.
The two had known each other for years and although they had seen each other naked plenty of times when adventuring or sharing rooms at inns, there was never any sexual attraction between them. This was different though, Abadale watched with interest as the two lowered themselves to the floor facing each other on their knees, each of them drove their hand at the other’s pussy, mutually pleasuring each other with reckless abandon.
There was barely any technique used by either woman, just furiously driving her fingers into the other’s cunt. After all the teasing and mindgames from Abadale, they both knew all the other wanted was a fucking. Hard, fast and immediate.
“Harder.” Heilig moaned, Karabella immediately obliged with her powerful arms and slightly rough hands getting forced deeper into the fallen paladin’s cunt.
Heilig had been suffering longer from Abadale’s schemes for longer and came first, her head falling forward onto Karabella’s breast. Her orgasm threw her off her stride causing the swordswoman to mewl sorrowfully before the paladin was able to continue.
Sweat was covering Karabella’s scar-laden skin and was running down her body as Heilig jilled her off deeply within. Soon the tall redhead finally came in a violent crescendo that squirted pussy juice everywhere.
Perched on the chest, still taking a fucking from her suit, Abadale ired her handwork. Her two fellow party were glistening with sweat all over and trying to catch their breath. Heilig was still wearing the cursed necklace and peeking out from the ropes of purple, her unkempt bush was matted with sweat and mostly her own cum but some of it had probably been Karabella’s.
Karabella wasn’t looking much better, long strands of red hair sticking to her face and the insides of her thighs glistening with her own juices.
“You’re not done yet.” Abadale manipulated a section from her devious suit and began to fashion the silky material like clay into a cylinder until it resembled a long cosh or a truncheon but rounded at both ends. She threw it between the two dishevelled women on the floor. “Use it. Both of you.”
Neither woman showed any hesitation as they spread their legs across from each other and slid a tip end each into their pussy. Apparently made from the same purple silk ropes that had been teasing Heilig, this was inside her and felt better by many multitudes. Karabella shuffled her hips slightly, the movement giving Heilig a jolt of pleasure causing her to return the favour.
Abadale grinned as the two women slowly both impaled themselves on their new toy, which like the suit it originated from, began to move and tease them from the inside. Both women shook and groaned as the toy became slick with their pussy juice.
“Just a little bit more and I have a surprise planned. Come on, cunt to cunt.” Abadale teased. Heilig felt filled as the phallus almost disappeared the two pairs of pussy lips. Karabella’s trim and well-kept red hair almost touching Heilig’s unkempt black bush. “There we go!”
Heilig felt nothing new at first then she realised what was happening, a part of the toy had branched off and was now teasing her clit. Gently at first but soon building up to a pulsating intensity that was like nothing the woman had ever experienced. She could feel and see in her face that Karabella was receiving the same attention as she clawed at her own breasts.
Karabella’s muscular frame tensed, cumming but seemingly unable to make a sound as if the wind had left her lungs. Her long limbs no longer under her control, her head threw back and her powerful legs shook, jolting the toy free from Heilig’s pussy.
Abadale got off her perch and stood over the redhead laid on the floor with a huge purple phallic toy sticking out of her vagina. She coaxed part of the magic lining of her suit and let a section of her cuff reach down to the swordfighter’s neck like a tentacle, wrapping around it then reforming together as a collar. Happy with the result, Abadale handed the leash part to Heilig who lay nearby on the ground. Heilig accepted. She had long considered Karabella as a peer or an equal but the amethyst and Abadale had shown her the truth. The fighter had failed to say a simple phrase like Abadale wanted and it had delayed Heilig from receiving her pleasure. Karabella needed to be punished. Karabella needed to be owned by the fallen paladin.
“There we are, she’s yours now. And what do we say, Karabella?”
“I have a wicked heart and a needy pussy.” Karabella responded from the floor with no hesitation.
“Good girl. Now let’s see if we can temporarily put some clothes on and put that wicked heart and needy pussy to use and go catch the other two.”
Too quickly for anyone to react, Rachelle burst into the room with a panic-stricken look on her face.
“Guys, we have a problem. It’s Larcene, she’s been poisoned.” But once inside she saw what had been happening to Heilig, Karabella and Abadale.
”Oh no.”