"Look, I--- ack!" He rather hoped someone would interrupt, but Winona was too swift. Past the bar, through the door, and against a hearth, Andreas felt dizzy. Intense and strong Winona was a force to be reckoned with when her eyes were set on a goal it seems. "Uh, look, I'm fine, orc blood isn't poisonous or anything, I don't think you need to do... er..." Damn it was hard not to stare. I mean they were just there. His loins responded, and he choked on a curse.
"The pleasure is all mine" Vi’lea says as she takes Lyssa’s offered hand and kisses it lightly, the way she would have kissed the hand of a noblewoman back home but a few moments longer than is considered appropriate. "Please, tell me more about yourself and your job. What happens to the crystals after trapping a monster? How do you deal with these rifts? And what do you do when you are not chasing these madmen and the monsters they have unleashed?" She inquires as she looks into Lyssa's silver-blue eyes.
Riekan curses as he tries to find a way to the home above the shop. He briefly thinks about picking up a pebble and throw it at the window when he finds a flight of stairs at the back of the house. Climbing it up, he knocks at the door, hoping that the owner will answer.
The swinging door of the kitchen affords you some small privacy. She pushes you back against a cutting tables strewn with scraps of fish and kisses you passionately as her hand roams over your trousers. She finds what she is seeking in your hardness and breaks the kiss. "Oh my," she laughs, squeezing your cock through your pants. "We had better get these off of you." Winona's bountiful breasts jiggle as she falls to her knees and begins to unbuckle your trousers. She wets her lips, clearly anticipating her fun. You notice a distinct pink color to her cheeks as you kiss her delicate hand. "When we trap a fiend, the crystals become charged with their essence. The old masters used to know how to harness these charged crystals for magic of our own, but such secrets have been lost with time. The rifts can be closed through a combination of physical and magical force. I cannot close a rift alone, unless it is very small. As for my free times... I study the ancient texts and find other amusements." She crosses her slender legs and you cannot help but notice how well-formed her body is in her tight breeches. She catches you looking and that devilish smile plays again at her lips.
After a fair amount of pounding and shouting, you hear someone fussing at the other side of the door. You are greeted by two figures. One a very elderly man and one a fire-haired, freckled girl of perhaps eighteen, both clad in similar bed gowns. The key difference is that the girl is holding a contraption you recognize as a thunder gun. The wide barrel is aimed at your chest. "What do you want?" demands the girl. "Now, now, Pepper," says the old man, peering out at you from beneath his bushy white eyebrows. "Don't go blasting a hole in a customer. Save it for intruders. What can I do for you, sonny?"
Riekan lowers his hood and smiles at the old man, not before giving a stealthy look at the young girl, she's very easy on the eyes, making the swordsman's pants finally tighten. After being in the presence of fine elven specimens such as Vi'lea and Lyssa, the young fire-haired girl was the last straw. "Sorry about bothering you at this time, sir, but your shop was closed and I am in need of a healing potion," He tries to explain the situation as politely as he can while keeping his eyes from straying to young Pepper. "You see, a friend took a nasty blow outside the village and he may die if I don't bring it to him in time. Can you please sell one to me?"
Pepper lowers the thunder gun, but eyes you suspiciously. Her slender figure is well-concealed by the loose gown, but there is no denying her youthful beauty. The old man leads you down the stairs into his cluttered shop and lights a lantern. "I'm afraid there's no healing potions, but I might have the ingredients to make one. It will only take a few minutes." He hangs the lantern on a hook. "Pepper, could you get a ladder and fetch the melora root. It's up on the high shelf." She sets the gun aside and brings the ladder over to reach the shelf nearest to the ceiling timbers. As she clambers up, you get a good view under her gown and you see, in those intimate shadows, the hint of red fur on a bare quim.
As Winona fiercely kissed him, Andreas resurrected his last sexual encounter with a much more pleasant air than his current situation. Pretty, lithe, and witty, her elven features danced back into his consciousness through their encounter by the main lake of the town under the starlit sky. Gorgeous. Sadly, she also happened to be one of concubines of the local elven lords, and thankfully he had completed enough research to finish that chapter. Needless to say, it had been a while, and that combined with the alcohol and the chaos led a lusty barmaid about ready to tear his pants off. And all with the scent of musty fish swirling in his nose and probably leaching into his hair. He sighed. It could be worse. She could be a slime. Winona stripped his trousers away, leaving his cock to bob in the stale air. Much like the rest of him, it was average, but one doesn't think of these things in the heat of the moment, and nobody worth their salt complains. He gave a half-hearted smile, which quickly soured. "I thought your husband ran this place?"
Vi’lea smiles at the elven woman. "I don’t know how much help I’ll be since I’m still inexperienced, but if you need some extra magic to help you close a rift you can count on me. Of course, I’ll be more than happy to help you with anything else, no matter how minor, so don’t hesitate to ask." As she says that Vi’lea finally allows her gaze to wonder a bit: first to Lyssa’s chest, then to her slender legs, and then back up to her beautiful face. She slowly licks her lips and takes a deep breath, her breasts pressing against her tight dress. "Anything else." She barely manages to add, her mouth suddenly dry.
Riekan swallows hard when he sees the young fire-hair's furry little quim. He doesn't even wait to see if the girl is having trouble with the ladder and surges forward. "Pepper, may I offer my help in retrieving the ingredient?" He inquires in a gentle tone.
"Gert?" She snorts as she wraps her hand around your cock and begins to stroke. "Gert does what I tell him and if he's lucky... I let him watch." The roughness of her stroking hand is replaced by the soft warmth of her lips and mouth. She looks up at you as she runs her tongue around the straining tip of your cock before she begins to loudly slurp and bob on your rigid manhood. Say what you will about peasants, they are enthusiastic about what they do for fun. Her dirty blond hair swings and her breasts bounce as she wantonly sucks your cock. Warm spit soaks your shaft and begins to drip from your bollocks.
There is that pinkness again in the pretty elf's pale cheeks. "Anything?" She clears her throat and affects a scholarly tone. "Yes, well, my research has given me reason to believe this matter is fairly urgent. The rift could grow wider and attract more dangerous fiends. If we can get Hurley back on his feet, perhaps he can at least send you in the right direction to deal with these slimes before they're slithering around Hommlet. That should buy us sufficient time for, um, anything." "I've got it!" she snaps with annoyance. Pepper grabs the seat of her gown with one hand and pulls it tight, hiding her quim from view, but inadvertently exposing the contours of her firm bottom. She sees you still ogling her and begins to say something. Only in all her efforts to remain modest, she has lost her footing on the ladder. She and the vial of melora root come tumbling directly towards you.
Andreas turned Gert's cuckolded situation over in his mind for a few minutes, but then another head made the decision for him. "Fair enouuuu, ohh..." Winona's mouth was much more lovely than her hand, and her enthusiasm caused him to buck. Her breasts push into his legs, their fullness overwhelming them, but they held their own in a sudden show of strength. Shakily, he craned a hand over to her hair, rolling her dreaded hair around his fingers. She nearly looked desirable like this, and he couldn't knock her talent at oral pleasure, relishing the shellacking she gave across his cock. Gods, it had been far too long. "Okay, you got me, Winona," he hissed, leaning back. Salty precum mingled with her saliva as she bobbed. "Sorry about snubbing you earlier... fucking hells."
Riekan thanks every deity that could be watching out for him at that moment for the quick reflexes he developed while serving in the Royal Guard of Anglurea. When he saw Pepper tumbling down the ladder, he acted quickly. He stretches his left hand, preventing the vial of melora root from smashing into the floor and uses his own body to cushion Pepper's fall. However, in the middle of the confusion, his right hand ends up grabbing her soft breast for support as her firm bottom falls directly over his stiff cock. Riekan lets out a low moan at the feeling and unconsciously bucks his hips forward once.
"I’m no healer, but Hurley seems like a strong guy. I’m sure he will recover before long and we’ll be able to put an end to the slimes before they become a serious problem." Vi’lea reassures the elven beauty. "In the mean time don’t hesitate to come to me if you need anything – even if you’re just looking for someone to talk to. I’m always happy to spend some time with you." The dark elf gives Lyssa another smile.
Winona's lips pop wetly from your cock and she laughs at your surrender. "Aw, I knew a fit lad like you couldn't keep your cock away from me for long. Eh?" She gives your spit-wet balls a tickle with her fingertips before returning to servicing your cock with her eager mouth. It feels like your cock is a sugary sweet melting against her tongue. Your toes are curling in your boots and you're on the brink of spilling your cum into her mouth when she suddenly pulls her lips away again. "You gonna give it to me proper?" She winks and her hands begin to work the laces open of her loosely corseted bodice. "I'd rather a bit more than a suck." Pepper's face goes bright red. She's unharmed, but she feels your hardness and looks daggers into your eyes at the hand cupping her perky breast. She slaps you hard across the face and snatches the melora root away. Before you can recover, she has bounced to her feet and presented the herb to the shopkeeper. "Here you are, Papa," she says and he begins to grind the roots along with other ingredients. Pepper glances at you over her shoulder, a look somewhere between murder and flirtation in her blue eyes. She bites her lip and seems about to say something else when the door to the inn bangs open. Gert has returned with Julian, a bearded, scrawny man in oversized chain shirt and coif. He carries a huge halberd, using it more like a walking stick. "See!?" says Gert, gesturing to Hurley on the table. "Mountain orcs! Didn't I warn you that there were orcs in these parts." Julian rubs his eyes and looks down at Hurley. "Yes, you're right of course," he grumbles. "Best put him in irons before he wakes up." Lyssa rises to her feet and shouts at Julian, "You'll do no such thing! That man is an agent - my agent - of the Order of Trappers." Julian shrugs and sets his halberd aside to take out shackles and chains from a satchel.
Riekan observes the shopkeeper mixing the ingredients for a few seconds and figures it'll take a little while, so he glances at the glaring girl behind her father and feels a little guilty for the reaction he had before. The girl was very beautiful, and her fire-hair matched her temper, a fact that made her look even more adorable to Riekan. Stealthily, Riekan manages to walk behind the shopkeeper. "Sorry about earlier," He whispers to the young redhead. "It's just, you're so beautiful I couldn't control myself."
"Apology not accepted," she whispers back to you. "You grabbed my boob. Not nice, you big lump." After a moment she turns to you again and asks, "So is it true that there's a group of foreign adventurers in the tavern? Are you one of them? I don't recognize you. What are they doing? Are they going to get treasure?" Her tone seems to change as she asks the questions, going from her earlier annoyance to undisguised enthusiasm and curiosity.
Riekan smiles at her. "Well, first, I didn't exactly grab your boob, it was a natural place for my hand to go when I catched you," He says. "And yes, it's true there's a group of foreigners and I'm one of them." When he sees he has the young girl's attention, Riekan smiles wider. "We're not doing anything yet, although we may depart really soon," He then stares into Pepper's blue eyes. "As for treasures, I suppose one wouldn't have to look farther from this room to find one."
This could end badly. Vi’lea thinks as she sees what Julian intends to do. Without hesitation she gets up as well and places herself between the guard and the unconscious orc. "Before you do anything allow me to say just a couple of things, my good sir." The dark elf says to Julian and without giving the man a chance to answer continues "First of all, Hurley is badly wounded and close to death. He likely won’t wake up for several more hours at the very least, and even after he wakes up he can’t go anywhere in his condition. So chaining him up is pointless and a waste of your time. But second and more important, if you try to chain him up you might accidentally kill him, which s a lot more of an issue than you realize. Ask yourself: Who wounded Hurley? Because he was already badly wounded when he arrived, and he certainly did not do this to himself. Believe me, both Hurley and mountain orcs in general are the least of your concerns right now." Having finished her speech the dark elf looks at the guard. Hopefully he would be more reasonable than Gert… (OOC: As fun as this is I need to stop here for tonight.)
