Vines, Dragon Quest VIII (Jessica/Angelo/Eight/Yangus) Title: Vines Author:melodywilde Rating: Probably NC-17 Warnings: Sex Word count: 1,763 Summary: A short interlude during the Quest. A/N: Although the plot idea for this story had been meandering around in my brain for a while, I wrote this very quickly last night and keyed it in even faster, so...endless apologies for any errors in style/content and typing.
# 3. Dragon Quest VIII - Eight/Yangus/Jessica/Angelo - sex pollen - "Don't you think there's something odd about these vines?"
Vines by Melody Wilde
“Perfect.” Jessica pulled back the curtain of vines and tugged on Angelo’s hand. “They’ll never find us here. At least not for a few minutes.”
She ducked into the small grassy clearing just beyond. It had been far too long since they’d stayed at a proper inn, one with a private room where she could have company.
“Angelo?”
He joined her, but there was a puzzled frown on his face, and his attention was definitely not where it should be. “Jess...don’t you think there’s something odd about these vines?”
She rolled her eyes.
“It’s just... Have you ever seen a flower this color?”
“We’re in a different part of the world, remember?” She broke off one of the flowers—yes, a shade of deep blue that was certainly unusual—and tucked it behind her ear. “Are you going to spend your time exploring the local flora or exploring me?”
“I’m sorry.” He looked away from the vines, smiling, and dropped to the ground, stripping off his gloves and tossing them aside. “You, of course.”
“That’s the correct answer and earns you a kiss.” She settled beside him and into his arms and opened her lips to his.
He was skilled at this—dear Goddess, he was skilled! She had learned just how skilled the first time she had allowed him into her bedroom at night, after a particularly brutal battle which had left them all wounded and in need of comfort. He had shown her just how well he could comfort, with his lips and tongue and clever clever fingers.
As if making up for his earlier inattention, those clever fingers were already at work, slipping her blouse down. His tongue went into her mouth, moving almost lazily against hers, as his palms rubbed slow circles upon her already-aching nipples.
She fell backwards, taking him with her, pulling him halfway on top of her. She squirmed so that his thigh was between her legs, pressing against her through the layers of skirt and petticoat, just...there, and began to move against him.
“Not so fast, Jess,” he whispered. But she could feel the hard ridge of his erection and knew he was as eager as she was.
She tossed her head and the flower fell away, scattering behind it the most amazing aroma...
“Do you smell that?”
The scent was suddenly everywhere around them, as if the vines had shifted to lean closer and watch. It flowed into her and filled her and made her want...need...
She groaned as Angelo’s leg did its job and she shuddered into orgasm. But almost instantly she knew it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
She pushed him away and began to drag her skirt up. “Get your pants off.”
He blinked. His eyes had gone glassy, as if he were as dazed as she felt. “What?”
Kicking free of her undergarments, she snapped, “Take your pants off. Now.”
He was fumbling, too slow. She slid her hand down into the curls below her stomach, and beyond, shoving a finger inside her body, then another. That got Angelo’s attention. He began to strip with a speed usually reserved for battle.
“Hurry...hurry...” The fingers, three now, weren’t enough. She ached. She needed.
Angelo was at her side again, naked, hair fallen loose from his ribbon and about his shoulders. She seized a handful of silver and pulled him closer.
“Jess...”
She wriggled, settling his body between her legs, and groaned as his erection pressed against her, so close, so close. “I don’t know how to do it,” she wailed.
“What?”
“I want it in me.”
And still he hesitated. She could see the effort it was taking and it drove her mad. “Are you sure? You said you wanted to...not to...to wait...”
“Do it!”
Then she felt his fingers there, moving hers out of the way, shoving into her too slowly, exploring. And then they were out and opening her and the tip of his cock was sliding in, finally!, but he was being too careful, too easy, too...
“Fuck me,” she snapped.
His hips moved, on hard thrust forward, and he was inside her. She thought there had been pain, but it didn’t matter because he was there and he was thrusting and she had her legs around him to take him deep and the pleasure...oh Goddess...it rolled over her like the sea and it went on and on and on...
When she came back to her senses, she realized she could barely breathe. Angelo was sprawled on top of her like a dead thing, lips against her neck, eyes closed. He was still inside her—and still hard, even though she knew he had found his release as much as she had.
She tightened the flesh encasing him, and his eyes shot open. “Jessica.”
“Again,” she whispered.
* * *
She had no idea how much time had passed, or how many times they had rutted like mindless animals. Some distant part of her mind was trying to tell her that something was wrong—that this was not normal—but her body kept screaming for more.
“Angelo! Jessica!”
She lifted her head and smiled. “Over here, Eight.”
“I’m sorry to intrude, but we were worried and...oh.” He had pushed aside the vines. His face went crimson and his eyes went even wider than usual.
“Join us.” It was a command, not an invitation.
“I...I shouldn’t. You...we...”
He froze and took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of the flowers.
“Eight?”
He was out of his clothing almost before the vines had dropped behind him, one hand reaching for her and the other for Angelo. Angelo pulled him between them so that he could kiss first one, then the other. While he was busy with her breasts, she reached down to explore. He was up and ready.
Angelo moved him into position and slid a hand between them to guide him into her body. His cock was shorter than Angelo’s and slightly thicker. She sighed and arched up against him. He thrust only a few times before spilling into her, and she whimpered when he withdrew.
“Here, Jess. I’ll take care of it.”
Angelo no longer sounded like himself. His voice was low, choked. She saw him reach around Eight’s body and, with quick, practiced movements, bring Eight erect again.
“Hurry.”
“A moment...”
He dipped his fingers into her, coating them with seed and her juices, then pushed Eight home again. He remained behind Eight, hand moving, and then Eight jerked with surprise.
“Angelo...ah!” He cried out in pain as his body was shoved hard against hers.
Jessica’s eyes met Angelo’s over Eight’s shoulder and she gasped as she realized what he had done. And then Angelo began to move, taking control, managing to fuck them both at once.
She wasn’t sure who screamed—one of them, or all three.
* * *
“Gov! Angelo! Miss Jessica!”
Angelo shook his head, obviously near exhaustion, and muttered, “Dear Goddess, I hope King Trode doesn’t come looking for us next.” Jessica giggled.
Fading light—when had it become late afternoon?—spilled across them as Yangus parted the vines. “Cor blimey,” he breathed. “Gov?”
Yangus’ loose trousers hid a delicious secret. Three pairs of eyes widened when he pulled out the most impressive cock any of them had ever seen. Jessica got to him first.
“I’m not sure this is right,” he muttered as she pushed him onto his back, straddled him as if he were a horse, and slowly lowered herself onto him, taking him one careful inch at a time.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Angelo folded over Eight’s body, Eight’s cock in his mouth, Eight’s hand working upon his erection. She moaned and began to move.
* * *
It was dark when she woke. A single shaft of moonlight had broken through the vines, giving enough light so that, when she turned her head, she could see about her. She was sprawled on her back, Eight between her thighs, head on her breast, Angelo beside her, head on Eight’s back, his limp member in Yangus’ hand. The flowers—the strange and beautiful and aromatic and deadly flowers—were scattered about them, withered away.
“Dear Goddess,” she whispered, shocked by what she—they—had done.
Yangus stirred. He started when he realized what he was holding, jerking his hand way and wiping it on his stomach. She could tell the moment when he remembered.
“Cor blimey.” He fumbled for trousers and vest and shot from the small clearing as if chased by monsters.
The movement woke Eight and Angelo. Eight went rigid with shock. She was sure that his whole body was blazing with shame. He moved more slowly, but obviously couldn’t wait to grab his clothing and escape.
That left Angelo. Of all that had happened, she did not regret Angelo.
“Hi.” He shifted closer, raising himself on one elbow, and smiled down at her. His hair was impossibly tangled—as, she suspected, was hers.
“Hi.”
“It was them, wasn’t it?” He nodded at the vines. “I told you there was something odd about them.”
She smacked weakly at his arm. “Oh do be quiet.”
“Lucky for us they died at sunset, or we would all have been dead at sunrise.” He tried to stretch, and winced. “I think something’s broken.”
“I’m not surprised.” She was almost afraid to move. She knew it was going to hurt.
Angelo trailed a fingertip down her body and she felt the warm rush of a healing spell. “When I finish here, there’s a stream nearby. I can hear it. Want to go risk the water being cursed too and go clean up?”
The pain was easing away. She smiled back at him. “I’ll take the chance. But first...”
* * *
When they finally returned to camp, Eight was busy grooming the horse princess and Yangus was intent on the evening meal.
“Well,” King Trode snapped, “where have you two been all afternoon? I must say, we were all worried about you. I imagined all sorts of terrible things.”
Angelo leaned over the fire and casually stole a piece of meat. “It was such a lovely day that we decided to explore.” He took a bite, then handed it to Jessica. “We fell asleep near some amazing flowers, and had the most amazing dreams.”
“What foolishness. I don’t want to hear another word about it.”
Yangus and Eight were both staring at them. Angelo grinned and tugged at one of Jessica’s ponytails. “Don’t worry. You won’t.”