Andreas growled as Winona released him, then descended into a low whine. She tugged at her bodice, and questioned him about a "proper" treatment. Her body certainly strained to be released. "You'd like the rhyming word, don't you?" Despite himself, he lashed at one of her straps, yanking it free while bringing her back to his chest. He slipped a shoulder free, and made of the most of the view of her heaving chest. "Well, you've got me worked up here, and if we're going to go ahead with this, I'd rather have it before your husband gets back with the guard. Gods know what they'd do with Hurley in there." He slipped his tongue across her neck. "And frankly, I'd rather enjoy myself right now before going off to get myself digested by a slime in pursuit of money anyway. Prefer elves, but Vi'lea is as gay as the horizon is broad, and she's got an object of desire anyway." His cock slid up her leg. "More power to her."
Silvan had watched silently through everything that happened but took note of the Elven woman saying she couldn't help. Right before Julian came in, he made his way over to her. "Find me a squirrel or chipmunk. They are notorious gossips and would probably hear something about where these slimes are located." No, he wasn't kidding. He had talked to squirrels and chipmunks enough to know. They loved to spread their stories around and there was usually a good bit of truth to them. Some embellishment was a given since they were flighty creatures to begin with, but the core of the matter was normally true. Woodchucks on the other hand were liars and schemers hands down. They were too big to climb trees and didn't have the cool tails that beavers had, so they took out their frustration with malicious lies. When Julian came in and Vi'lea moved to block him from chaining up the Orc, Silvan joined her, tossing back his hood and showing his blood red eyes in full glare. "Problem here? Let the hurt guy be. Or, perhaps you don't like nonhumans in your town?" At the last part, he gave a wicked smile that allowed his fangs to show.
Pepper rolls her blue eyes at your compliment. "Keep your snake tucked in your trousers, big guy." Her smile tell you it's only in jest. She leans closer to you to be sure only you can hear her words. "I want to go with you. On your adventure, I mean. I hate it here in Hommlet and I have skills. I can pick locks and fix things and I know how to use the thunder gun." Her fingers play with your fingers teasingly. "There might be more in it for you if you do take me with." Incredible how the brat can shift from ice queen to a coquette with such ease. Julian backs away from Hurley with his hands raised. "Lot of outsiders here and I want no part of this. Mind your tavern, Gert. Naught I can do if you fill it up with the likes of these." He gestures with disgust to Silvan, Hurley, and Vi'lea. Gert, stymied, goes read in the face and begins to shout at Julian and the rest of you. "Coming in here with your bloody orcs and your whispers. I helped the healer save the damn orc and now... now where is the healer? Where is my Winona?"
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Winona's fantastic tits finally are loosed from her top and fill your hands with their soft warmth. Her tan nipples are plump and inviting. She coos like a pet with each caress and pulls up her apron and skirt to reveal the blond thatch of her slick quim. Her lips are salty with your precum as you kiss. Her hand stroking your cock, though no match for her luscious mouth. She turns away from you, bends over the cutting table so her dangling tits are hanging nearly in the scraps for dinner, and spreads her feet, thrusting her big, pale bottom in your direction. The furry peach of her pussy glistens visibly. She looks at you, face flushed, and moans, "Come on then, healer. Get a bit of this." She smacks her ass hard enough to send ripples around it and leave a big, red hand print. You can smell the rich scent of her arousal, thankfully overwhelming the foulness of the old soup in the pot.
When Julian gestured his way, Silvan gave a snapping bite in his direction and a deep chuckling challenge. When the barkeep started shouting, he looked his way and said frostily, "If you can't mind your own woman, why the hell should we? Even with her shoving her tits in our faces. Bloody hell man, you need to put a stop to that shit! Grow a pair, pin her to the wall, bite her neck, and fuck her ass until she submits. Seems sex is her thing, so use it to tame the wench."
Let's see. Andreas stripped his shirt and vest, finding a reasonably clean bit of floor to cast them on. Is this the most compromising position I've ever been in? He lined himself between Winona's tremendous cheeks, thick with tissue and muscle. He kneaded her palm print, then anchored himself. Hmmm... no. He slid past her entrance with, letting her copious juices coat him with glee. "Not a healer. A philosopher." He reared back, and pushed in. Her surprising coziness yawned for him, and he felt as if he would explode right there. "Ahhhh..." he resonated with content. "The barman just doesn't understand was a delight you harbor." He reached across her tensed stomach to her pillows, puddling on the counter, as he thrust. "Ahhh, fuck!"
Riekan's smile threatens to break out of his face when he hears the young girl wants to go with him. He assumes she's about eighteen, making him a good seven years older than her, but something in the redhead captivated him. He can't be sure if Pepper is really interested in him or she's just seeing an opportunity to leave in him, but the way her fingers plays with his makes the ex-knight willing to help her. Besides, she may very well be useful to the group if she really does have the skills she just described. Riekan tentatively takes her small, dainty hand in his. "Pepper, I'd love to take you with me," He replies before glancing at the shopkeeper. "Are you sure you want to come?"
Vi’lea rolled her eyes at the men’s words. "Good to see you have your priorities straight, my good sir. I mean, who cares about a bunch of monsters that could attack and destroy the village any time? A nearly-dead orc is clearly more important." She told Julian with obvious sarcasm in her voice before turning her attention to Gert. "Last I saw your wife she was dragging the healer off to somewhere to clean his… bloody clothes. But do not worry – I am sure a faithful wife such as yours would never do anything inappropriate with another man. Well, nothing beyond showing off her bust, but what barmaid does not do that in order to get better tips?" She smiled sweetly and disarmingly at the barkeep. I wonder if she is still cleaning his cock, or if they have already gotten to the part where he "thanks" her for her service? She added in her mind.
Julian recoils from your fang-baring. He gives you and the others a dismissive wave, picks up his Halberd, and goes limping out of the tavern. When Gert tries to stop him, Julian shoves the barkeep out of his way and exits. The door opens and you notice that the rain seems to be letting up a bit. Gert listens to your lecture about controlling his wife, his face twisting in anger until you reach the end of your admonition. His expression melts into one of defeat and he flops down into a chair. "She can do as she likes. Hells, you can do as you like," he sighs. "I can't stop you." At about that time you start hearing moans from the kitchen. Winona thrusts back against you, her plump bottom slapping against your body as she skewers the hot channel of her cunt on your swollen cockmeat. There is no mistaking her for a virgin, certainly, but she compensates for her lack of tightness with well-practiced inner muscles that squeeze and milk at your cock with each thrust. Her head jerks up and she watches you pounding into her hot tunnel. "Ohhhh yes!" she cries. "Fill my harbor with delight." Her tits swing in your hands with each thrust. Her cries of pleasure grow louder and louder with each furious stroke of your cock. Her mouth had nearly dragged you over the edge. You won't last much longer. "I have to go out of here," whispers Pepper, squeezing your hand and then pulling her hand away. "This town is soooo boring and I want to be more than a shopkeeper. Get your potion and go. I'll meet you at the tavern once Papa is asleep again." She steps away from you with a last doe-eyed smile and leaves you with her Papa. The old man soon finishes grinding the herbs and adds them to a concoction of liquids. The result is a strong-smelling green potion. "It won't be as good as a cleric's touch, but this will keep ye alive," says the old man. He names a surprisingly reasonable price and you make the exchange. "Come back whenever you need a potion or any other sundry good. Though I prefer it is during daylight hours." After the browbeating from Silvan, your words, though mocking, seem almost kind. Gert smiles hopefully. "Th-thank you, my lady. You are right of course. Winona's behavior is all part of the--" He winces as there is another loud cry of pleasure from the kitchen and unmistakable groan from Andreas. He looks at you, Vi'lea, and you see a certain desperate yearning in his eyes. "I-I'm sorry I wanted you all thrown out. I would be happy for you to stay. We've rooms available. For you, my lady, a very good price."
Andreas roars louder than a werebeast, and if they haven't heard Winona by now, everyone in the bar certainly heard him. Winona cocks her head back sexily, catching sight of their coupling and eggs him on with a twist of his words. Strong as she may be, Andreas summons some hidden resolve and pulls her to his chest, bucking madly into her from below. "Fuck!" he snorts, mawing her tits. "Ah fuck I'm cumming into that harbor!" The slow ripple of her kegel mastery pulls cross his cock, drawing his cum with it. With a sense of relief, he pulses into her with long ropes, piling deep into her passage.
If he wants something more than words and money from me he’ll be very disappointed. Vi’lea thinks as she notices the look in Gert’s eyes. "Thank you for your generosity, my good sir. If the threat we face is as serious as it appears then I believe we will all be staying here for a while. I hope that won’t be a problem for you. But speaking of rooms…" Vi’lea turns towards Lyssa as a thought occurs to her. "Does Hurley have a room arranged for him? If not we should probably get him one. We can’t leave him here while he recovers."
Silvan glanced over at Lyssa. "I was serious about finding a squirrel. If I can find some of the local beasts, I might be able to enlist help in finding the slimes." Silvan listened to the moans that were coming from the kitchen and sighs. Guess they know where Andreas went off too.... "Vi'lea, think we can move Hurley up to a room together? We can't really get to work until he's safely stowed away."
Riekan chuckles at the shopkeeper's joke. "Thank you for your time," He stores the potion in his satchel. "And sorry about bothering you at this time, again." He adds, referring to more than just the potion, he was about to take away the old man's daughter, after all. With his thoughts divided between Pepper, Lyssa and Vi'lea, the swordsman leaves the shop to the not-so-hard-now rain outside. He doesn't even need to put on his hood as he walks the short way back to the tavern. When he enters it once again, the first thing he notices is Lyssa and Vi'lea observing the unconscious orc as the white-haired elf talks to Silvan about something. He walks over to them with a smile on his face. "Lady Lyssa," He drawls, while producing the healing potion from his satchel. "Do you think this will be enough to help your friend?"
Winona's clutching quim strangles your cock in her velvet tunnel. She purrs as she feels you spunking deep inside her, leaning back into you heavily and working her hips to coax out every drop of your hot load. She holds you trapped inside her hot passage until you begin to soften and finally fall from the gold-furred peach of her creamed quim. A trickle of your seed dribbles from her swollen lips as you step back. "That'll do," she says, still panting to catch her breath. "A few coins, if yer generous, but I'll not insist." She turns and presses her soft tits against you and kisses you again. "I'll always make myself available to you, Andreas." She gives your sensitive cock a squeeze and then begins to lace up her corset. "I have a room already," says Lyssa, "but it is full of my books and components for attuning crystals. Perhaps a bed for Hurley to recuperate is in order." "Of course!" says Gert. "I'll help you cart him up the stairs." There are several modest rooms on the second floor of the tavern, all vacant. Gert selects the least flea-bitten and helps Silvan carry Hurley over to a bed with an overstuffed straw mattress. The wounded orc groans as you set him down. "No charge until he is well," says Gert and he looks at Vi'lea and hands her a small iron key. "Right next door is another room. You can stay the night for free as well. After that, I'll have to ask a few coins a night." Once Gert leaves the room, Lyssa seems to relax a little. Once Hurley has been moved up to the room, Lyssa seems to take your request about a squirrel seriously. "To be honest, I don't know much about varmints. I have seen crows just outside the tavern in the mornings. Would one of those serve your purposes? The couldn't be hard to catch with a crust of bread." You actually arrive after Hurley has already been moved up to his room. Gert is just coming upstairs. Lyssa, Silvan and Vi'lea are standing in one of the rooms on the second floor talking and looking down at the unconscious orc. You offer the potion to Lyssa. She removes the stopper from the top of the small bottle and inhales the scent of the potion. "Yes! I am no herbalist, but this is melora root. It will cure his wounds enough that he may awaken." She has you hold Hurley's head tilted back and she pours the contents of the bottle slowly into the orc's mouth. He chokes a bit and then his eyes begin to roll open. He struggles to focus. He speaks for a moment in a savage orc language. "It's working!" she says, obviously grateful. "Hurley, can you hear me? It is Lyssa." "L-lyssa?" His eyes open. He looks at the rest of you. "Who are these... mmm... I remember them. Bring me a map, quickly." Lyssa has a small paper map of the area. He is only conscious for a few minutes, but he manages to scrawl the start of a line from Hommlet into the nearby forest. It looks like it is pointing towards a cave. He lapses back into unconsciousness, though his breathing seems more stable.
Riekan smiles when he sees how happy Lyssa became when Hurley woke up, the swell of her beautiful breasts heaving as her eyes shone with happiness. His mind briefly conjures images of the beautiful elf on her knees, giving him a reward for helping her orc friend, but his mouth is wise enough to not suggest it. Besides, he isn't sure if Lady Lyssa even is interested on him that way. "Ok," He clears his throat. "What to do now that we have the map?"
After a few minutes' recuperation and to rediscover the use of his legs, Andreas fumbled for his clothes. Buckling his pants yields his pockets again, then he clicks a few gold coins on the table. "No offense again, but none of this was my intention." With Winona's kiss and squeeze, he smirked and grunted. "Well if the slimes don't get me, we'll see." He finds his hat and a bit of lace on the floor, passing both to their respective wearers. He almost regretted the loss of her scent as the fish odor reasserted itself. "Small village." He exited the kitchen to find the tavern to find everyone's bodies replaced by muffled voices. Grabbing his satchel, he picked his flame charms from the glass and used the remaining ale to clean his fingers of the last of the orc blood. Looking up, he climbed the stairs and found Hurley, awake for the most part, scrawling on a piece of paper and surrounded by the dulcet air of melora root. "Healing potion!" he exclaimed. "You found it! Who found it?" He was about to question Hurley a bit, but his "patient" fell asleep. "Well, better that than him being awake for when I pull out his stuffing." Scanning the room, he caught Gert's eyes briefly, and gave an uncomfortable cough.
"Well, it is still night and it’s still raining, even if it is not as bad as before. It would be difficult to locate the cave under such conditions. I suggest we rest until morning. Hopefully by the time the sun rises the rain will have stopped and won’t be limiting our visibility any more. We can decide on an exact course of action then. Plus it will be easier for Silvan to find any… squirrels, was it?... during the day." Vi’lea says as she looks first at Riekan and then at Silvan, before turning her attention back to the elf. "Since I’ll be staying next door do you want me to check up on him during the night? It won’t be a problem – I’ve done it before a couple of times in the past."
Everyone agrees that morning would be best for the start of the journey. Gert looks a bit flustered when Andreas enters, but recovers enough to offer Andreas and Silvan rooms in the inn. He makes the same offer to you that he made to Vi'lea: first night free, but any future nights you have to pay your own way. Lyssa says that she will check up on Hurley throughout the night. She seems rather adamant about this. Tell me what each of you plans to do during the night. You can retire to your rooms, hang out in the common area or do something else.
Riekan already has a room in the inn, so he decides to linger in the common area to see if Pepper will show up for real.
Happy to have a night free of charge, and something to make up for the coins he gave to Winona, Andreas takes Gert on his offer. His flames charms are seriously drained from Hurley's emergency medical care, so he recharges them in his palm as he watches over his "patient" in his room for a bit while writing in his notebook. Writing one-handed is irritating, but doable.
