Eudora
The next morning I wake up to Ryland snoring softly next to me. I smile at his relaxed face. Last night we both passed out as soon as we got back to the room, exhausted from the long day of travel and the discussion with the High-Alpha. Today, we will be leaving the palace and traveling to the outer edge of the Desert Kingdom so we can visit Char's home. There we will meet with some of the people to talk about their lives so we can better understand what the outer packs are going through.
Char directs us through the desolate landscape. With all the sand and sparse trees, it is hard to determine if we are on a path, so I am glad that Char came along and is helping us find our way. A small town comes into view on the horizon and as we approach, I can make out the small, flat roofed stone building that makes up the entirety of the town. At this time of day, you'd expect to see a market bustling with people, but the whole town is eerily quiet. We all shift back into our human forms and I carefully cover my hair and face with the hood of my cloak.
Char leads us to a small building in the middle of the town and lets herself in. "Mom, I'm back for a visit and I brought some friends."
A woman who looks like she could be Charlotte's older sister rushes into the room and hugs her tightly. "My baby is back! I wasn't expecting to see you until winter break." She then looks around at the group who entered just behind Char. "Are all these people your friends?"
"Mom, meet Ora, Ryland, and Aren." We all step forward and Charlotte's mom smiles warmly at us.
"It's so nice to meet you. I am Elidi. What brings you all here?" She asks. It seems since Char used our nicknames, her mother didn't realize that Ryland and I are the Eudora Manon and William Victor Ryland Panetier the 6th from the Emperor's wedding announcement. She is curiously eyeing Professor Hastings, Aren's dad, and the two knights with us.
"We are here to talk to the Alpha. Mom, it's really important."
"She should still be at the town hall."
"Thank you, I love you." Charlotte turns to go but her mother stops her.
"Wait, you can't leave so quickly. You should wait for your brothers and father to get back."
"I'll be back later tonight, I promise. We can talk all you want then, but right now, we need to speak to the alpha."
Her mother nods in understanding. "Okay, I'll see you soon."
Char leads us right to the center of town and knocks on the door to the largest building. A large dark skinned woman answers.
"What do you want?" She harshly asks, glaring at us. As soon as she spots Char her face breaks out into a grin. "By moon's light, is that Charlotte Wells?" She reaches out and pulls Char up into a spine breaking hug before placing her back on the ground. "Are you back for a visit from the academy? Who are your friends?"
Char returns the woman's smile. "I am with this envoy to help the inner packs and higher ranking nobles understand what it's like out here. They are truly trying to make a change, so you should give them a chance to help."
"If Charlotte is vouching for you then I'm open to a conversation. I'm Alpha Chanda Dryden. We've sent many messages over the years requesting aid with no response. Why now is the Emperor taking interest?"
"It's not the Emperor who is taking interest. It is the future leaders, the crown prince and our soon to be princess who care." Charlotte explains.
"So the youngins think they can make a change?" Alpha Dryden questions.
I step forward and lower the hood of my cloak revealing my silver hair and vivid violet eyes. "We know we can. Please, help us understand how you live, so we can try to make a difference."
The woman's eyes light up with alarm when she pieces together my appearance and links it to the description of the future princess. "My lady." She bows.
"Please don't bow. This is an unofficial trip. For now, I am just a friend of Charlotte's who is here visiting her family."
"Okay." Alpha Dryden nods. "We are fairly self sufficient in this pack, so we aren't dying from starvation like most. Our farms are providing us with enough food to get by, but the plague has been a real problem. We have lost so many pack members to the sickness. It mostly affects the very young and very old, so our work force has stayed intact, but sorrow has been taking a toll. People mostly stay inside. The kids used to play in the streets,but now our pack has lost its spirit."
"How do you deal with the sick?" I ask.
"We have them all together in the sick house. That way it's easier for us to take care of them."
"May we see the sick house?" I ask.
"I wouldn't advise going there. You don't want you to catch it and bring it back to that fancy school of yours."
"Please, I think I can help."
"How could you possibly help?"
"She's a very strong healer." Aren explains.
"We've heard from other packs that healing magic doesn't work on the plague."
"Please at least let me try." I beg.
Alpha Dryden's face softens. "Okay, if you insist, but I want it to be known that I think this is a bad idea."
The Alpha leads us to a small building a few blocks down the road and holds the door open for us. The air inside smells stale with sweat. Rows and rows of beds are filled with pale feverish people. I thought I knew what to expect, but seeing the plagues victims in such a number and witnessing its effects are heartbreaking. I hear a sniffle from beside me and I see Ryland staring, mouth agape and tears streaming down his face, at the scene in front of us. I feel a tear roll down my own cheek and I wipe it away with my hand. All I want is to find a way to help these people. I want to bring health and life back into this town.
A movement catches my eye and I see a young kid shifting in one of the cots near the entrance. They reach their hand towards me and mouth the word 'help'. Before I know it I am scrambling towards them and falling to my knees at their side. I grab their hand in mine. Their hand feels bony and weak. I look into their tiny face and see how lifeless and pale their skin looks. I have never seen a child this skinny before. Almost like a miracle the paleness starts to drain from their face and the warm tan color of their skin starts to show. I don't know why my touch is helping, but I am not going to let go until this child is completely healed. Life slowly starts to return to their eyes and their gaunt features start to fill out with a healthy amount of fat and muscle. The child sits up and looks at me in amazement. My hood fell down in my rush and my face and hair are on full display.
"Are you an angel?" They ask me. Their eyes are wide.
I lean down and whisper, so only the child can hear. "Yes." I may not be an angel, but I am a goddess, so it's close enough, and what just happened is seemingly a miracle.
I feel a warm hand on the small of my back and Ryland takes a knee next to me. "The tear on your hand must have healed them." I grin up at him, tears streaming down my face, this time from joy. I wanted to help these people, but I wasn't sure if I could. Now I know for sure I can. "Careful, you don't want to waste any of the medicine." Ryland says, indicating the tears dripping down my face.
"Yes of course." I hiccup back to him and then cup my hands under my chin so I can catch any falling tears. I use those tears to heal as many people as I can, and when I run out of tears, Aren teaches me how to imbue my spit with healing abilities. You'd think rubbing spit on people would be seen as an insult, but to them it was a miracle.
Aren and Char help me gather the materials needed to make a plague cure lotion, similar to the healing lotions Aren developed with Nurse Stone. I was worried the lotion wouldn't be potent enough to cure the plague, but when we tested it out, it worked just as well. Aren, Char and I made as many bottles of lotion as we could until my mouth was so dry I couldn't spit anymore and my head pounded from dehydration. I wanted to make more using my blood, but Ryland insisted that using my blood would be too dangerous, since it could be used to perform blood magic.
We cured all the plague victims in the sick house and then decided to give as many townsfolk as we could a dose of my spit. Aren theorizes that it could work to prevent people from being able to catch the plague as well as a cure. We don't know for sure, but I am willing to give it a try. I even got to meet and spit on all six of Char's brothers.
Once we dosed everyone who wanted to be, we left the remaining jars of cure with the Alpha for her to use if the preventative measures end up not working. She promised to stay in touch and to keep us updated. Exhausted and thirsty we all decided it was time to set up camp. Char's mother insisted that we stay with her, but their house was too small to fit the whole group. Char decided to stay with her family for the night, so we left her behind while the rest of us walked to the outskirts of town to set up camp.
I set up my tent near Ryland and Aren's tent. The other adults set up their two tents on the opposite side of the fire. Exhausted from the day, we all ate quickly and turned in for the night. I passed out almost immediately.
I jolted awake what I guess is a few hours later, from the sound of a twig snapping. It's probably nothing. I tell myself. The outdoors are never perfectly quiet. I hear another twig break and my heart starts to pound. The sound of moving sand spurs me into action. I slowly unlatch my tent and peer outside. The moon above me is almost full and I reassure myself that someone would have to be really stupid to try to take on the moon goddess at night under the moon. I slide out of my tent and walk the few steps it takes to get to Ryland and Aren's tent. I unlatch it and crawl inside.
Aren shifts in his sleep and then slowly opens his eyes. "Ora?" He grumbles. "What are you doing here?"
"I heard a weird noise."
"Did you come here so we could protect you from the scary noises?" He teases.
Ryland groans. "If you two are going to flirt, could you keep it down, I am trying to get my beauty sleep."
"You're going to need more than one night of rest if beauty is your goal." Aren states.
"Shhh!" I giggle.
"It's too late now, I am awake." Ryland rolls over onto his side and props his head up on his hand. "So what's up?"
"Ora heard a weird noise, so she scurried over here for protection."
"Well it is our job to keep our lady safe." Ryland states and then reaches out to me. His warm hands wrap around my waist and pull me down to lay next to him. He spoons me and I look over at Aren who lies facing me just inches away. "You're safe will us, so go back to sleep." Ryland rests his head on his pillow and closes his eyes.
I try to relax for a few minutes, but I can't get my brain to calm down. "Aren?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you awake?"
"I am now. Why can't you sleep?"
"I can't seem to relax."
"Do you want to chat for a bit to help you calm down?"
"Yeah that sounds nice." Before I can say anything else, Ryland's strong arm shifts and his large hand reaches down between my thighs. His hand gently brushes my most sensitive area and I gasp as a heat grows in me.
"Fuck, I love the smell of your lust." Aren states.
"Ryland, what are you doing?"
"I'm helping you relax."
"We can't. Someone will hear us."
"We'll just have to be really quiet then."
Ryland's fingers pull my panties aside and he rubs his fingers against my slick until he slowly inserts them into me. I groan and Ryland covers my mouth with his other hand. Aren reaches over and slides my shirt up until my chest is exposed. He caresses my collarbone and then gently glides his hand down my breast and over my nipple, making me shiver.
Aren's hand continues its downward path, sliding over the curves of my waist and hip until it stops on my thigh. It slips between my legs and encourages my top leg up, opening me up and giving Ryland better access. He rubs my inner thigh while Ryland presses his fingers deeper inside me and then leaves them there. I twitch with need. My body begs him to move. Slowly he starts drawing his fingers back until they are at the very edge of my lips, then he delicately presses them back in. With every dive into me his fingers explore curling and dancing and causing warm strings of pleasure to shoot down my spine.
As his fingers continue their exploration, his other hand releases my mouth, but before I can moan his lips crash onto mine. His tongue slides across my teeth and I melt. He breaks the kiss and again before I can moan lips crash to mine, this time it is Aren's lips that have silenced me. Aren's hand caresses my skin as he slides it up my stomach and finds my nipple. He pinches it and I moan into his mouth. Aren's hand continues up over my collarbone and down my arm until he finds my hand. He breaks the kiss while still holding my hand and Ryland's hand covers my mouth again.
I realize that while I was distracted by Aren's kiss, Ryland had worked his underwear off and was now lining his cock up with my entrance. He removes his slick fingers from me and rubs my wetness down his shaft. Seeing his cock slick with my wetness makes me squirm with need.
"Do you want Ryland to fuck you with his cock?" Aren whispers in my ear. I nod my head in excitement.
Ryland sees my consent and impales me. His cock fills me and with the expertise of a dancer her rocks in and out of me. If it wasn't for his hand over my mouth I would have woken up the whole town with my screams. Ryland pounds into me, his cock stretches and fills me beyond belief. His balls slap my clit, stimulating me in ways I would have never imagined. I feel the heat rising in me and I squeeze Aren's hands to help ground me as the orgasm explodes from me.
Ryland lets me orgasm play out and then he pulls out of me. He eases me onto my back and then rotates me so my legs are on either side of him. Aren still holds my hand, but now my head is in his lap. I feel his hardness, desperate to join, under my head.
Ryland leans over me holding himself with a hand on one side of Aren's thigh and the other hand pressing over my mouth. He lines himself up with me again and takes me. I wrap my thighs around him and let the waves of pleasure wash over me as he pounds into me. I cum again and this time, Ryland's pumping picks up in pace, before he suddenly pulls out and spills his seed on my stomach. I look up at Aren in a haze of satisfaction and realize he hasn't come yet.
He sees the look on my face and bends down to kiss me. Then he carefully removes my head from his lap. He positions himself so he is kneeling next to me. I am disappointed when he pulls his impressive cock out of his pants and doesn't move to get between my thighs. He reaches down and wipes his hand across my pussy, slipping a finger in and covering it in my juices.
Aren moves his wet hand to his cock and starts rubbing. My slick coats his cock and I moan at the sight. With the hand that is not pleasuring his cock, Aren squeezes my boob and teases at my nipple. With a final jerk, Aren explodes cumming on my stomach, his cum mixes together with Rylands and I bite my lip with pleasure. I rub my fingers through their cum, mixing it together on my stomach. I bring my fingers to my lips and taste them. They both groan in unison as they watch me.
The next day is another long travel day, and by the time we get back to campus we are all spent, but there is no time to sleep yet. After a brief discussion with Dean Charles about our trip, Professor Hastings ushers Ryland, Aren, and I to the infirmary to meet with Nurse Stone.
Professor Hastings wastes no time getting Nurse Stone up to speed. "We've figured out a cure for the plague."
Nurse Stone rushes over to us. "You have? What is it?"
"Eudora can imbue her spit with magical healing properties that work against the plague."
"This is amazing!"
"Would you be willing to help us create more of the cure to distribute?"
"Of course. We should get started right away. How do you plan to apply the cure?"
We created a lotion similar to what you developed with Aren. That method worked when we used Eudora's fluids in it.
Nurse Stone walks over to a cabinet and disappears behind its door. I hear shuffling and some clanking before she reappears with some vials in hand. "Let's get started. Eudora, if you don't mind, would you fill these vials with healing imbued spit?"
I step forward and nod. Since curing the village, I have made sure to drink lots of water, so spitting a bunch won't be a problem. Suddenly, a question pops into my head. If any of my fluids would work, wouldn't urine be the easiest for me to imbue?"
Professor Hastings surprises me by bursting into laughter. Nurse Stone looks at him disapprovingly before turning her eyes to me. "Urine would be easy and plentiful, but unfortunately it is your body's waste, so it can not be imbued with magic. Your blood, sweat and tears all perform essential functions to keep you alive, but urine is your body's trash, and therefore doesn't contain any life force."
Professor Hastings tries to calm his laughter, but is unsuccessful. Between laughs he states, "Spit lotion as a cure is gross enough, can you imagine peeing on someone to cure them!"
Nurse Stone lips twitch in the hint of a repressed smile. I make myself busy by filling the vials and then handing them back to Nurse Stone. She smiles gratefully. "Thank you. I'm sure you are all exhausted and I have a lot of work to get to, so please have a good night."
Professor Hastings, fully in control of his body again, hesitates and then steps forward. His voice is softer than I've ever heard it. "I could stay and help. This is a lot for you to do alone."
"That would be very nice." Nurse Stone says with equal gentleness. She looks up and makes eye contact with Professor Hastings. He reaches to take one of the vials from her hands and his fingers lightly brush hers. Nurse Stone blushes and I decide it is time I make myself. I turn and rush from the room with Ryland and Aren right on my heels.