This is the part three of the adventures of Emma, the Elven Warrior. If you haven’t read anything for the series yet, here is the link to the rest of the series: Quicklinks

The dawn of the new day promised a warm and calm journey for Emma. She woke up fitfully and perfectly content after the best night’s sleep she’d had in ages. She quickly got dressed in her clothing from the day before as she had a number of things she needed to do before she set out this morning. She was brought breakfast by the Claysend’s servants, which she quickly wolfed down before making her way downstairs and into the front garden.

The Lord and Lady were already waiting for her when she came out, and seemed to be overseeing the preparation of two horses. Even outside, the two of them were wearing clothing that revealed their breasts. Yunis was the first to notice her, to which the lady immediately waved her over.

“Good morning Emma. I hope you slept well! We have managed to bring together all the equipment you asked for, along with a horse to speed you on your way” Yunis explained as she opened the saddle bags to show off its content. Emma could see a pouch of oils and potions, medical supplies, a large coiled rope, cooking supplies as well as some rations. She smiled gratefully at Yunis as the pack was closed up.

“Thank you for this, my lady! I swear I will not let you down!” Emma promised as sincerely as she could.

“I’m glad to hear that, but nonetheless, allow me help you a little further. This is Teran Yen. We promised we would send a guard with you, and so we have chosen him!” Yunis told her as she gestured towards one of their nearby guards that were helping with the packing process.

Unlike the rest of the guards in the Claysend’s service, Teran was a simple Human. He had sandy blonde hair and a brightness of youth in his eyes. Teran approached her with a smile and an outstretched hand. He wasn’t wearing the garb of the estate guards, and had instead donned the tight, yet movable, dark attire of a stealthy traveller. He wore a light short sword and a pistol at his waist.

“Pleasure to meet you Teran! I’ll be glad to have your assistance on this trip. You look like quite the formidable ally!” Emma said as she accepted his firm grip and did her best to return with her own, though she felt her grip a little lacking.

“I would say the same to you, but that would be disingenuous since I know nothing about you!” Teran smiled, making Emma not entirely sure whether he was joking or insulting her.

“I’ll need to stop at the Horny Toad tavern before we go, but if you’re happy to wait for me at the gate. I’ll be with you before long!” Emma explained, hoping to give herself a window to visit Horatio before she left.

“Ok that works for me!” Teran took his horses’ reins and took his leave of the three of them.

Once Teran was gone, Emma turned to Yunis and Estel to say her goodbyes. She made sure to squeeze Yunis’ breast one more time since she wasn’t sure if she would be allowed once she returned and didn’t want to miss out on the chance. She accepted a kiss on the cheek from Yunis, and a gentle hug from Estel.

“I’ll see you both soon, and when I return, I will not be alone!” Emma promised them before taking the reins to her own horse and leading her out of the gates and back into the city.

She was beginning to understand the layout of this city better and was able to navigate back to the Horny Toad without too much difficulty. The trip did give her time to get to know her horse better through stroking its mane and feeding it an apple from her original food supplies. By the time she made it to the tavern, Emma felt like she knew the horse well enough to give it a name.

“Ok girl, I have a few options for your name. I’m thinking Priscilla, Elana, or Loretta! Which do you like more?” she asked her horse, watching her reactions carefully as she restated the names allowing a long enough pause to see if the horse did anything. The horse released a short whinny after Emma mentioned Elana, followed by a low nod of her head, which made the decision for her.

“Elana it is then!” Emma said cheerily, while tying Elana’s reins to a pole near the tavern’s entrance.

Emma made her way into the tavern, hoping to see Horatio behind the bar as he usually was, but today Horatio had been replaced by a young human woman that Emma hadn’t met yet. With a low sigh of disappointment, Emma trudged across the tavern towards her room to change back into her traveller’s garb and pack up her belongings. She did a quick scan to make sure she hadn’t left anything behind before making her way back to the bar.

“Hey there! I wanted to return the key to my room, though I was wondering, where is Horatio?” Emma asked the female bar maid.

“He’s gone shopping for tonight’s dinner supplies. Do you need him for some reason in particular? Perhaps I can help?” she asked.

“Just let him know that Emma has returned her key, but if he could avoid renting out my room while I’m gone I’d greatly appreciate it. I should be back soon, and I would like to have it when I return!” Emma explained as she handed her room key over.

“Ok, I’ll let him know!” the bar maid promised.

Satisfied, Emma made her way back out of the tavern and strapped her bag onto Elana’s saddle, covering it with her shield. She took up the reins again and led Elana to the gate she had come through when she first arrived. Teran was already mounted up and waiting for her just outside the gates.

“You ready to set out?” he asked as she stopped beside him to mount up.

“Absolutely. Lead the way!”

Teran Yen took the lead and followed the path around Tinnoth to the North. Once the city was an hour or so behind them, Emma began to make out the great snowy mountains in the distance. A sight that pin-pointed the exact direction they were heading for. Her companion told her that the journey just to reach those mountains would take them at least the rest of the day, perhaps even longer if they met any bandits along this path, which was apparently more likely than not.

Since the journey was bound to a long time, Emma took this as an opportunity to learn a little more about her companion and why he had decided to join her on this trip.

“So where are you from Teran? Your weaponry doesn’t particularly look Tinothian!” Emma pointed out, she noticed Teran rest his hand on the pistol at his side and stroke the handle fondly as she brought it up.

“I was born in Port Vutra by Dark Water Cove, have you heard of it?” he asked, prompting Emma to shake her head. She had heard of the name, but didn’t know anything about the town itself.

“Port Vutra is ruled by pirates. My father was first mate and advisor to the pirate king, and come my twenty first birthday I was meant to marry the King’s daughter, though as beautiful as she was I was never interested in that, nor taking charge of the cove. So I took my ship and my crew and set sail for the main land!” Teran explained wistfully.

“What brought you to Tinnoth then?” she asked, growing even more curious about the specifics of his story.

“My ship, the Storm Talon, was attacked the Acheron, a powerful ship captained by Anastasia Wright, the Devil’s Claw. Her small fleet easily out gunned my lone vessel. We barely got a chance to prepare our guns before we found ourselves sinking into the sea. My crew, the Twin Drakes, were all put to the sword, or drowned, I was the only survivor. Once I’d swum to shore, I vowed to myself that I would sail the seas once again and take my vengence upon her” Teran explained, allowing for a more determined tone to take control of his voice towards the end.

“I’m sorry about what happened to your crew, and should you ever have the means to avenge them, I will happily be by your side for it!” Emma promised, sincerely eager to aid him should he need her to.

“Well first I need to build up a little cash to buy myself a new ship and a crew, but thanks for the offer!” Teran smiled appreciatively.

“Is that why you’re working for the Claysend family then?”

“It seemed like the best method to build up some coin. They are one of the most prominent families in Tinnoth after all …” Teran explained seriously, though after a moment and a smirk he added “… Also Lady Claysend’s tits are amazing and I get to see them every day, which is an instant bonus!”

“Yeah, her tits are great!” Emma chuckled.

“Well don’t be too jealous, yours are amazing too! If you are ever interested, I’d be more than happy to give them a little squeeze!” he admitted, causing Emma to chuckle a little harder.

“I think I’m ok for now, but I’ll certainly let you know if I feel the impulse!” Emma told him, the impulse to take his offer not far from her mind since she had missed out on a chance to fuck Horatio before they left. But they had a job to do for now though, so she made up her mind to wait to see how she felt about the idea when they camped tonight.

Having opened up a little bit now, Teran was more willing to continue the conversation as they travelled and the two of them continued to speak for the rest of the day as the mountains grew closer and closer. They stopped at the foot of the mountains as the sun set, as according to Terran, the nights were about to get colder the further in they went.

The set-up of their camp didn’t take them very long at all. Since Teran was the only one with a tent, he prepared that while Emma collected the night’s firewood and prepared them a little dinner of pan-seared meat and vegetables. Whilst it wasn’t the best meal she had ever created, Emma felt it was good enough considering the limited ingredients she had.

Emma and Teran had just finished eating when they heard a small chuckle coming from the nearby darkness. Emma immediately tossed aside her dirty plate and stood to attention, peering into the shadows to see who was approaching them.

She took note of four figures approaching their camp from a nearby grouping of tress. Their clothing was dark and flexible, seemingly made to allow them to operate in the shadows with ease. They each wore a small scarf around their mouths to cover up their features, though Emma could still see the tips of their pointed ears poking out from the scarves.

A tall man wielding a large club in his hand stepped in front of his allies and loomed over the two of them menacingly. Emma’s eyes drifted to her shield which was lying against a nearby log. Not too far away, but far enough that it could be annoying to get to in a hurry. For now, she kept her hand on the hilt of her sword and waited to see what this group wanted, even though she was pretty sure.

“Put down your weapons and hand over any money you’ve got. Otherwise, we’re going to make things really difficult for you two!” the club bandit ordered them.

Emma rolled her eyes at the unsurprising nature of the bandit’s request. She glanced over to Teran, who already had his hands on his weaponry, and was exchanging a similar look. Wordlessly, the two of them came to an agreement and drew their weapons.

“Alright then! Get them!” the club wielder commanded his companions. The bandits that charged at Emma wielded a set of dual hand axes and a short sword, while Teran faced off against the leader and a thug with a bow.

Emma ducked beneath the first swing off her bandit’s sword. She used the momentum to move past him and advance on the second one, who was now between her and her shield. With two quick blows, Emma parried the axes and slid the tip of her blade along the axe-men’s arm to distract him with a little pain. Moving quickly, she slipped past the thug and found herself next to her shield.

The swordsman went to strike her, but found himself distracted by the gunshot Teran fired into the archer’s chest. Having dealt with his first opponent, he raised his sword ready to take on the leader ‘Damn it! I’ve barely even started yet and he’s already taken out one of his foes. I better speed this up!’

Emma thrust her toe into the handle of her shield and kicked it into the air. She caught it on the down swing and used it to block the blows of opponents, who had gotten over their distraction. Emma stepped back as they pushed forwards, not wanting to cramp her movements. They rained blow after blow on her, barely allowing her a chance to strike back ‘Keep calm Emma! Remember what the Sergeant told you, panic is the death of all warriors!’

Emma continued to block the blows, watching every swing for the perfect moment to make her move. It was in the overhead swing of the swordsman that she found it. She raised her shield to block it at a diagonal angle and shifted her weight against the blow as it came down. The sword was thrown off to the side and pushed the bandit off-balance just enough for Emma to sweep in. She plunged her blade deep into the swordsman’s leg and twisted it enough to drop him to the ground.

Not wasting time to celebrate her success, Emma leapt back as the swordsman rolled on the ground, complaining about his leg. The axe-man pushed forwards swinging his axes angrily at her. Each of his undisciplined blows were far easier to blow now as he ran out of support to back him up.  With his aggression in play, Emma found it simpler to let the axe-man tire himself out while she blocked his swings.

Out of the corner of her eye, Emma saw that Teran seemed to be dancing around the bandit leader. Every so often he would jump in and land a small cut on the leader before jumping away again. For now at least, it seemed like he had his fight under control.

After a few moments, Emma surged into the axe-man and rammed her shield into his face. His nose immediately started gushing blood as she pulled it away, and she could tell that the blow left him a little dazed. She used this new distraction to duck around behind him and ram her sword directly into his back. He released a gasp of air as the blade plunged in and let his axes drop to the ground. She pulled it free and watched him collapse into the dirt.

Emma turned on the swordsman and watched him shrink back with fear. He raised his hands and shook in place when Teran ran the leader through “Please don’t kill me!”

“What do you want to do with that guy?” Teran asked as he tried to catch his breath. She hadn’t even seen Teran finish off the leader. But with a quick glance, she saw him face down in a pool of his own blood.

“Watch him!” Emma slung her shield over her back and rummaged around in her back. She reached into the pack of medical supplies and pulled out one of the few rolls of bandages.

“What’s your name?” she asked as she knelt in front of the swordsman.

“Flinar Omaris!”

“Do you know the way to Tinnoth?”

“Yes”

“You have anything valuable to trade?” Emma let the roll of bandage balance on her palm in front of him.

“My sword is worth a lot. It was my father’s, he was a general from Terror’s Quay. It was returned to me after he was killed during the Battle of Daffodil Hill, but if it keeps me alive, I’ll give it to you!” the bandit told her.

Emma glanced at the sword as it lay in the dirt. The hilt was forged to look like entwined golden snakes. The handle was silver with rubies studded along the sides and the blade look sharp enough to carve through wood with ease. It was definitely worth a fortune, but Emma couldn’t bring herself to take it from him ‘If he is in such a desperate position to be a highway robber and he hasn’t sold this, then it clearly is worth far more to him than the gold he’d make from it!’

Emma quickly scanned his body and looked to see if he had anything she could take instead. Her eyes lingered on a small curved dagger at his waist at his waist.

“You might need that sword if you’re going to survive the journey! Give me you dagger!” Emma held out her free hand expectantly as he slowly undid his sword belt and slipped the dagger off it.

“Here!”

Emma accepted the dagger and handed the bandages to him at the same time. She allowed him a chance to bandage up his leg, keeping her sword at the ready just in case he tried anything, though she doubted he would. She told him to pick up his sword and pointed towards the road they had just spent the day travelling down.

“I’m giving you one chance to make a change. Go to Tinnoth and get your leg fixed up, then figure out a new career for yourself. If I catch you robbing people on the road again, I’ll finish you off next time!” Emma told him, using the most threatening tone she could muster.

“Ok, thank you!” he muttered. With a small limp, the swordsman slowly began his long journey back to the city.

Once he was gone, Emma and Teran sheathed their swords and started getting ready to remove the bodies of their fallen foes. Teran didn’t look happy with her decision in the slightest “You know there’s a chance that is going to come back to bite you in the future!”

“I know, but it’s my hope that he’ll make the right choice, and I’d rather hold onto that hope than not give him the chance at all!”

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The second day of travel was far quieter than the day before. The main challenge placed before Emma and Teran being the sudden down turn in temperature as they began their journey through the snowy mountains. For the most part, the scenery was same for much of the journey, and before long, Emma had grown bored of it, and took to watching a black bird flying overhead. She managed to keep track of it for a few hours but it disappeared above the clouds a little after midday.

The sun seemed to set earlier than Emma had expected, and Teran began to look around for a new place to make camp.  Whilst she was a little upset that they didn’t seem to be much closer to their destination, Emma was glad to get out of the cold winds and the snow. She wrapped herself up in her sleeping bag as she made the night’s soup and hovered nearby the pot as it came to the boil, allowing the radiating heat to take the edge of the chill. Once the soup was finished, Emma quickly wolfed down the broth and slipped inside Teran’s tent. Teran was on clean up duty anyway, and the less time she had to spend outside, the better.

Teran entered the tent about half an hour later and quickly pulled his own sleeping bag around him. She shivered beneath the layers to cloth she’d laid on top of herself as he pulled open the tent. She made no secret of how uncomfortable the weather made her, which is why she wasn’t shocked when Teran commented on it.

“I take it you haven’t been to the snow before?”

“No, it doesn’t snow in Unosvil. I’m used to warm and hot weather!” she explained, her breath visibly exiting her mouth as she spoke.

“Well perhaps I can help you out? There’s a certain activity we could do that tends to quickly warm people up!” Teran proposed, a suggestive tone playing across his words.

“You want to have sex? Right now?” she asked, a little baffled that he would think she’d be interested in taking her clothes off in this weather.

“Why not? I promise once I’m done with you, you’d be nice and warm again!” Teran told her, his argument beginning to sound at least a little appealing to Emma.

“If I were to say yes, what would you want do to me?” Emma asked, her attention drifting from her discomfort onto Teran. He raised his eyebrows and took a moment to come up with his answer.

“Firstly you would take your pants would off. Then I would slowly remove your shirt, taking my time with each button. Once your breasts are exposed, I’d slip my cock between your legs and tease your pussy with the head of my dick, never actually pressing inside. When you’re good and wet, that’s when I’d want you to jerk me off with your tits. Sure I’m going to fuck you eventually, but you’ve got to work for that! After a while, I’ll cum over your tits, maybe even catching your face a little since it has been a while. Then once I’m good and ready, I’ll start fucking you!” Teran explained slowly, building up Emma’s arousal just enough that she needed to do something right now.

Beneath her blanket, Emma unfastened her tunic and let her breasts spill free of the cloth. She slowly crawled across the tent and slipped beneath Teran’s blankets. Emma sat on his knees and started to unbuckle his pants as she looked him directly in the eyes.

“Well let me show you what I think of your proposal!” Emma reached into Teran’s pants and pulled his cock free. Whether it was due to the cold, or the natural size, Teran’s cock was probably the smallest she had seen. Nevertheless Emma worked it between her breasts, squeezing them firmly around the member.

Emma started sliding her breasts up and down his cock while her body grinded ever so slightly against his. She began by simply pushing her tits up and down his cock, but after a moment, began a circular motion over his shaft. Teran put his hands behind his head and groaned as Emma got to work, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the motion, but every so often, Emma saw him open them just enough to watch her. Whilst she wasn’t feeling any gratification from this exercise, she still enjoyed watching how much he seemed to enjoy it.

Emma could feel his hard shaft pressing eagerly against the pillowing of her breasts with each circular motion she made. Her motions began to pick up speed, which seemed to send Teran into over the edge as his groans grew far more consistent. His cock began to pulse between her breasts, letting Emma know that it would only take a few more pumps to finish him off. She allowed him one more slide before she let her breasts fall away from his cock and quickly returned to her huddled mound on the other side of the tent.

“Wait! Where are you going? I was so close!” he cried, still lying on his back with his cock up.

“To be honest your plan didn’t seem particularly appealing to me right now. If you had of said something where I would be beneath you, so I could use your body for warmth the entire time, then I would have let you finish. But I don’t want to have to work for my comfort if I’m already letting you fuck me!” she giggled ever so slightly.

“Ok then! Roll over, I’ll lie on top of you and fuck in the arse, how about that?” he pleaded, revealing a slight desperation in his eyes that Emma found appealing.

“Sorry, you had your chance to make the offer! Had you propose that earlier, I would absolutely have let you done that, but now it’s time for me to go to sleep!” Emma quickly did her shirt back up as she spoke.

“You’re such a tease! Could you at least give me something to think about while I finish myself off?” he asked, clutching his erect cock and slowly starting to stroke it. The head glistened with his pre-cum and remained at the ninety degree angle she left it at.

“Alright, how about I tell you what happened between me and your employers?” she offered. Teran’s eyes immediately lit up at the idea.

“Sounds great! Tell me everything!”

“Ok then, but you have to face the other direction. I don’t want to get distracted while I tell you the story!” she told him, and waited until he’d shuffled to his other side before she began the story.

Emma gave him every detail of the encounter. From Yunis sucking on her breasts to the moment they all held each other while leaking cum from their privates. All the while she heard the slapping sound of Teran beating himself off. He finished long before the story had, but she continued anyway as she was happy to relive the moment and go to sleep with those memories on the brain.

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The third day of travel was much like the others, a quiet affair for the most part. Growing far more comfortable around him the night before, not that she was particularly uncomfortable before, Emma spent much of the day telling Teran everything she could about her hometown. The farmer’s markets, the festivals, and the wonderful fresh cuisine they could create with their home grown vegetables. To tease him a little more, she even told him about her first sexual encounter with a woman. A story that made Teran shift awkwardly in his saddle.

As the sun began to set on the third day, Teran started looking around for a new campsite. It wasn’t a simple task as the valley around didn’t have many alcoves they could use to hide themselves, so eventually they just settled for camping on the main path. Emma wasn’t particularly looking forward to camping in the snow for another night, but she did feel reassured when Teran told her that they should arrive at Bythenia’s tower tomorrow.

As had become the routine now, Teran set up the tent while Emma cooked up the dinner. She decided upon a thicker soup tonight, to fill them both up and to keep them nice and warm. It had a wonderful earthy flavour to it which Emma was always a fan of.

Once dinner was completed, Emma got ready to head to bed when the wind picked up around them and blew so forcefully it put out the fire and knocked over the soup pot. Emma glanced towards the clattering sound and caught a glimpse of something moving out of the corner of her eye.

Emma watched as a strange glowing light in the shape of a humanoid floated towards the camp and came to a stop beside the, now extinguished, fire. As it held it place, the light took a proper form. It was a human woman that was hovering a foot off the ground. She was beautiful though it seemed like she was barely even there. Her dark hair floated around her head like she was underwater, an effect that was matched in her long flowing dress and smudged artist’s smock. Upon her head sat an intricately designed crown, which clashed against her dress which did not look like it belonged to nobility at all. The woman radiated a light blue aura as she hovered in place, her hands outstretched towards them.

Emma and Teran immediately drew their swords as she took form and stood at the ready. Emma had already grabbed her shield, not willing to take any chances this time around.

“Who are you? And what are you doing here” she demanded once the woman had properly formed.

“I am Harriet Silver, former patron of the Painter’s Shroud, now spiritual servant of the Grand Sorceress Bythenia! I have been sent here with a message for the two of you! She knows you are coming, and warns you to stay away, only death can be found at the end of your journey!” Harriet told them ominously.

“Not likely!” Teran retorted. He raised his pistol and fired at the spectre. The bullet passed through Harriet, creating a hole in the translucent figure before it instantly reformed. Unfazed, Teran charged towards her, his sword held high above his head. The blade sliced through the spirit tearing away the form upon impact, though it quickly reformed once the blade had passed.

Harriet watched Teran attack her and sighed, a look of sadness in her eyes. Emma watched Harriet reached out towards Teran, her hand slowly becoming opaque as she reached forwards. She grabbed Teran by the throat and raised him off the ground. With a simple unstressed movement, Harriet tossed towards the nearby mountain wall.

Teran groaned in pain upon impact with the wall and dropped the ground, his face landing in the snow. He did not get back up, but Emma could tell he was still breathing. She fixed her gaze on the spectre in front of her, taking note that her arm had returned to being translucent now like the rest of her ‘I’m not going to be able to hit her when she’s like that!’

“Take my advice …” the ghost said calmly to Emma “… Leave this place at first light, and return to wherever you came from. Otherwise this night becomes your last!”

Needing time to figure out a plan, Emma lowered her sword to her side and decided to stall for time. Glancing between her surroundings and the ghost for any inspiration.

“Hi there! So, I’m Emma! Umm … I was wondering what makes an artist choose to give up her career to work for a self-serving mage?” Emma asked slowly as she could without being suspicious.

“My choice did not come into play in that decision!” Harriet told her sharply, causing Emma to furrow her brow. Her comment bringing forth something Yunis had told her when she had been given the job.

“I see! Then I have a couple of questions for you. If I were to do as you ask and leave, would you let my companion and I go?” Emma asked, her eyes focused on Harriet’s face the entire time. She noticed a flicker of relief in her eyes as she heard Emma’s question.

“I would!”

“Good to know! If I were to say my surrender was conditional, would you be willing to adhere to my conditions? After all, by returning to Tinnoth empty-handed, I would be missing out on quite the pay day!” Emma explained, continuing to watch Harriet’s reactions.

“It would depend on the condition, I suppose!” Harriet replied after a slight pause.

“In that case, I offer you my surrender on the condition that I can have sex with you before I have to go!” Harriet looked a little taken aback by the request. Clearly it had not been what she was expecting. Quickly she recomposed herself enough to answer.

“That condition I can agree to!” Harriet told her with a little smile.

“I’m glad to hear it! Come with me then!” Emma dropped her sword and shield into the snow and pushed her way into the tent. Emma pulled off her tunic and pants with relative ease and speed. Slowly and surely she had been getting better at removing it quickly over the past few days. Before long, she was naked and wrapping herself up in the blankets.

Harriet floated through the flaps of the tent to join her inside. She looked at Emma with surprise as she found her already naked. The spectre floated down onto the ground beside her and passed through the blankets to lay down beside her. Emma watched Harriet slowly take on a more opaque look all over her body. In the same transformation, Harriet’s dress and smock disappeared, revealing her medium to small sized breasts, lightly trimmed pussy and rounded butt. The spectre was still lightly glowing, despite the transformation, though Emma could now see her caramel skin more clearly.

As soon as she transformed, Emma lunged forwards and pressed a kiss to Harriet’s lips. She held it for a long time while her hands slid down Harriet’s back to squeeze her arse. Even when splaying her fingers, Emma couldn’t take a hold of the entirety of Harriet’s bountiful arse, which pleased Emma as it meant there was even more to feel.

Growing more into after her arse was squeezed. Harriet flipped Emma onto the ground and pressed her head between her breasts. Harriet kissed Emma’s two great pillows and continued to lightly plant kisses over her ribs, her stomach, her pelvis, then onto her vagina. Emma moaned as Harriet started kissing her lips, the spirit’s head diving deep between her legs as she moved.

“You want to know why fucking a ghost is better than living person?” Harriet asked, though didn’t wait for her answer. Her head, hair and crown became transparent again as they passed through Emma’s legs and vagina, she felt Harriet stick out her tongue inside her and started to lick the inside of her arse while sucking on the inner edges of her clit.

Emma instinctively went to grab her head to steady herself from the pleasure but found nothing to hold. She grabbed Harriet’s hands instead and let her head fall back as she cried with pleasure.

“Fuck Harriet! I didn’t think that was even possible, but … fuck!” Emma’s cries loudly echoed up the high walls of the valley as Harriet greedily feasted on her. The constant stimulation of two parts of her at once had her teetering on the edge of orgasm within a minute, though she didn’t want this to end so soon.

Emma took hold on Harriet’s shoulders and pulled her up. Once Harriet was no longer inside her, Emma placed a kiss on her lips and spun her over to put her on her back. She slid her hands between the spirit’s legs and pushed them apart enough for her to fit between them. Harriet’s pussy looked so inviting to Emma that she wanted to feel it against her own so bad, but she held herself back for now. She didn’t want to leap immediately to the end.

Emma pressed her fingers into the folds of Harriet’s wet pussy and listened to her moan as she stroked the inner edges, while her thumb played with the clit. Her fingers slid in and out of Harriet tenderly as she felt them get covered in the ghost’s juices.

“More! Please more! I haven’t felt like this in a long time!” Harriet cried. Wanting to please her, Emma pressed her fingers deeper into her and felt the spirit shudder as flicked the tips of her fingers against some of the deepest parts of her vagina with a teasing touch. The ghost moaned whorishly as she began to grind her pussy against Emma’s fingers.

Emma waited until she felt Harriet reaching the place she was at a few moments ago before she pulled her fingers out and licked Harriet’s juices off her fingers.

“Ok, I think you’re ready for the good stuff!” Emma muttered into Harriet’s ear. The spectre nodded in response to Emma and kept her legs spread apart for her to do what she wanted.

Emma raised one of Harriet’s legs and slid her own through while wrapping her other over the top. She slid down and pressed her pussy against Harriet’s vagina, she started grinding her hips while the spirit reciprocated with the same. Feeling Harriet’s vagina rubbing against her own sent ripples of pleasure through Emma’s body. Her sensitive pussy ached beneath the flood of pleasure that was washing over her.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Harriet cried as Emma increased the pressure on her pussy. Emma knew she was close as well, but she didn’t want it to end just yet.

“Wait a minute please! Let’s cum together!” Emma gasped.

“Please be quick! I don’t think I can hold on much longer!” Harriet pleaded.

Emma kept up the pressure a little longer, but decided to give Harriet a break. With a single word, Emma and Harriet felt each other’s orgasm explode over them. Their cum leaked out of their pussys and mixed together as the two of them continued grinding on each other for a little longer after their release.

Emma fell back onto her sleeping bag and tiredly gestured for Harriet to come over to her for a cuddle. She wrapped her arms around the spirit and held her against her breasts as the two of them rested calmly for a while.

“That was great!” Harriet muttered after a moment, boosting Emma’s ego just a little.

“I’m glad, and if my suspicions are correct, I think I’m about to make it better for you!” Emma said, prompting a little confusion from Harriet.

“What do you …” Harriet was cut off by Emma releasing her from the cuddle and raising her hands up to Harriet’s crown. With a tight grip, she pulled at the golden ornament upon Harriet’s head. The crown held fast as a magic tried to push against her, but Emma remained strong and tightened her grip.

The crown slowly started turning Harriet translucent again as the spirit’s hands turned to claws and rose to scratch Emma across the face. Emma moved her head to the side to avoid the blow, and received a nasty cut across the shoulder for her trouble. But she still refused to let go.

“I’m breaking that connection Harriet! You deserve to be free of this servitude!” Emma shouted over the wind that picked up around them, buffeting the flaps of the tent and trying to wrench free of the crown.

With one heavy yank, Emma ripped the crown free of Harriet’s head. A pulse of magic burst between them. Emma went flying back against the wall of the tent, causing it to buckle under her weight. Emma quickly righted herself just in case, but found the crown still within her grasp, while Harriet was lying on her back across the tent. She watched the crown dissolve into ash and blow away in the wind.

Emma quickly rushed to Harriet’s side, but her eyes were closed and she remained unmoving. She tried to shake her, but her hand passed through her translucent form once again ‘Please be alright!’

“Harriet! Are you ok?” Emma watched the spirit’s eyes open once again. She took a moment to look around before she smiled. Her form became opaque once more and she wrapped her arms around Emma.

“She’s gone! Bythenia’s voice is gone! Thank you!” Harriet cried.

“It’s no problem! It’s what I do!” Emma said lightly, trying to make it seem like to was no big deal.

Harriet pulled away from her and rose. She glanced towards the tent flaps briefly before turning her attention back to Emma with blissful smile “I think I can go now”

Whilst Emma didn’t see anything, she understood what she meant. She heard many a tale of the afterlife in her favourite stories “Good luck Harriet! Who knows? Perhaps we’ll see each other again in the future?”

“I’d like that, but not too soon I hope! Don’t let her kill you, kick her arse for me!”

“I will!” Emma promised as she watched Harriet walk through the tent flaps. While she didn’t check what was out there immediately, Emma knew she wouldn’t see her anymore.

Emma waited in silence to take in what just happened, and it was then she remembered that Teran was still unconscious outside. She quickly pulled her clothes back on and rushed out to drag Teran back into the tent and rug up his body beneath the blankets. She retrieved the smelling salts from her medical pouch and held them beneath his nose. To which, he slowly began to stir.

“How did it go?” Teran asked groggily after a few moments.

“The spirit is gone, and the path ahead is clear!” Emma told him.

“How did you do it?”

“I broke Bythenia’s control over her. The crown was the connection between them!” Emma explained, putting away the smelling salts and crawling over to her sleeping bag.

“I see! I’m sorry I couldn’t be of more help to you!”

“That’s ok! I had fun anyway!” Emma’s comment prompted a look of confusion from Teran. Not wanting to go into details about what happened, Emma quickly added “We’ve got a big day tomorrow. We should get some sleep!”

“Right!”

Emma let her eyes slowly close, but she struggled to fall asleep at first. Her thoughts were filled with Harriet and their sexual encounter. The memory of how she had been able to do things to her that no normal person could brought up questions in her mind about other strange creatures. There were many different types of monsters across the world. With this new information in mind, Emma found it unlikely that spectres would be the only ones with unheard of sexual practices and techniques ‘I think this thought process deserves a little investigation!’

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The next morning came and the camp was packed up neatly while Emma went looking for where she had dropped her weaponry the night before. Her sword belt was partially covered in snow when she found it and the metal was cold to the touch. She strapped her sword and dagger to her waist and brushed the snow off her shield to sling it over her back. After an hour or so, the two of them had mounted up and were ready to continue their journey.

Teran promised that the remainder of the journey would not take the much longer, and before long the terrain proved him right. The path opened up into a fork and set at the top of a small hill down the right path was the obvious silhouette of a tower. The tower was a gigantic structure constructed from blackened stone. It was cracked all the way to the peak, each fissure filled with purple crystal.

“That’s it!” Teran stated when they stopped at the fork “That’s Bythenia’s tower!”

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Thanks for reading this part! I hope you liked this continuation to Emma’s story! I hope to post part four next week, but my schedule looks to be a little busy in the coming days so don’t be surprised if it’s a little later. Please let me know if you have any feedback, I appreciate any constructive assistance!