Avella shake head. "No, thank you but I'm not hungry. Maybe at breakfast." She said and roll herself in the blanket.
She shrugs off her bag and weapons, placing them beside her on the riverbank. Her hands move to each knotted strap of her leather chestpiece as she unties them in turn before finally lifting the armor over her and setting it down. Not particularly caring for her modesty, Lydia unceremoniously pulls off her black clothes, shoes, and undergarments, dropping them with her other equipment. She sits down on the bank with her feet in the chilly water, not minding the grass on her skin, and pulls the razor out from her pack. She carefully runs the blade over every inch of her pubis and legs, using the patient technique the whores back home taught her. Once she's satisfied with the results, she washes off the razor, sets it down, and removes the bar of soap from her bag. Lydia hisses from the cold as she pushes herself off into the river and stands on the bed, finding a spot deep enough to cover her groin to ease the irritation from shaving. She rubs the bar all over her skin, spending more time circling the hardened nipples on her perky breasts than she needs. Humming, she walks closer to the bank again so she can lather the rest of her body. Then, she washes herself with her hands, scrubbing and cleansing her fair skin. She rinses off the remaining soap and pulls herself back onto the grassy riverbank. She lies down next to her gear, letting the few rivulets of water flow off of her as she looks up at the sky. Nothin' better to do while I dry. Her hands slide down her body, one stopping at her gleaming breasts and the other continuing it's journey down to her pussy. She gropes herself, squeezing the flesh of her tit as a pair of fingers from her other hand enter her cunt. She slowly rubs against the roof of her vagina, gradually building her lust as she fantasizes about having King Darmir and Queen Serenia locked up in a dungeon of her own, doing whatever she wants with them. As she's impaling herself on Darmir's dick with Serenia looking on in horror, the fantasy changes to herself being Captain Garlan's captive. He has Lydia's wrists bound and mercilessly drives her into the wooden desk she's bent over in that cramped room they met in. In reality, Lydia's fingers move faster and faster. She screams her pleasure as she cums, imagining Garlan's hot seed filling her as he hilts himself in her cunt. Lydia lies there on the grass, recovering, before she sits upright and looks around to ensure she wasn't seen.
Well, this was an unfortunate situation, Ganith thought to himself. He couldn't just leave the situation without some sort of resolution. The only question is....Does he choose to fight, or join in the fun? She was quite cute and it was too bad that they were being so rough with her. These men didn't really seem like the kind of guys who would be interested in sharing their catch. He can relate...Ganith didn't really like to share either. Let alone some sloppy seconds. Ganith stepped into the clearing and made his presence known. He would at least see what they had to say. Since being caught literally with their pants down, they may just run away. "Well, maybe you thugs should gag her a bit better before fucking her brains out hmm? You never know what problematic attention you might attract." The half-dragon readied his weapon. He wanted to be ready in case something surprising happened like they all rushed him at the same time.
“Sorry, lass, but I'm not the trusting type. Let's go inside my home first.” The thug leads Mylea to a nearby house. It is small – only two rooms – but surprisingly clean. He then turns to look at her. “I know what I said earlier, but feel free to use your tits too, if you want.” He smirks as he ogles her. Spoiler: Training 1d100 = 13 There's little of note during the rest of the training session. Tamara manages to defeat Derrek, Erica gets a little overconfident and ends up with her face in Iris' crotch, and Cyran's face ends up between Solana's tits, which earns him a hard slap to the face. Overall the recruits make some progress, but clearly need more training. By the time the lesson is over everyone is tired and sweaty. They all look at him, some waiting to be dismissed, others seemingly worried he might give them more training. The trees are still far enough, giving the carriage time to cross the bridge and head back to the village. Thankfully they do not give chase. There are no issues on the way back, giving Ida the time to think about where she would lke to have her future land. “Suit yourself.” The elf shrugs and leaves her alone for now. He eats some of the food, then strips down to his underwear and goes to sleep as well. Spoiler: Avella's rest 1d100 = 15 Avella wakes up first, some time before sunrise. Though she had a good rest, she can't help but feel worried for some reason. Is it her instincts warning her about something? Or her goddess? Or just her imagination? The future will tell. The blonde elf takes a few moments to remember where she is. Looking around she sees that Lathrul is lying on his back, still asleep. The light coming through the tent's entrance reveals a rather large bulge in his pants – it seems he's having a good dream... No sounds can be heard outside. Marda appears to still be asleep. Spoiler: Random Encounter 1d100 = 34 Stealth: +20 Total: 54 Lydia looks around searching for any indication that someone is nearby spying on her, but finds nothing of note. In the end she is left certain that she was seen only by some animals that have come to the river to drink water. She hears what might be footsteps in the distance, but they are not close and are not moving in her direction. Look like she got lucky... this time. The man currently raping the woman keeps at it, ignoring Ganith's presence (or maybe he is so lost into it he did not hear him). The other two practically jump in place, surprised, and turn around to look at him. Both of them have their erect cocks out, which does little to endear them to him. “What the- where did you come from?” One of the men asks as he tries to put his dick back into his pants. The other doesn't bother, instead choosing to pull out a long curved dagger. “You picked a bad time for a stroll through the forest, friend. Now give us your money and we might let you go!” He attempts to sound threatening, though his exposed cock ruins the effect.
As their alloted time was over, Anton congratulates the winners, and tells them not to get too overconfident. "Right, today I merely wanted to see what you've all got. We'll start the drills tomorrow." He grins, "You're all dismissed for the day." He nods, bidding them good bye. And unless any of his students call out to him. Anton heads on over to Captain Garlan to receive his pay.
Avella yawn quiet, to not wake up her companions, rising her arms with streching her muscles. She put on her shoes and leave tent. Then, with her sword, she pray on knees to the sunrise, to thanks Everlight for light of the sun to bless them all again. After her praying, Avella feel like she realy have to relief her bladder, so she quiet leave camp behind bushes and take the pee. After that, she return to camp and begind preparing breakfest for all three from their supplises.
Lydia makes sure she's dry before throwing her clothes and armor back on, gathering all her stuff, and walking back into Marika. The light breeze on her legs cools the itchy pain which still lingers. Let's see if this statue actually does anythin'. She heads to her room in the River Vixen. She locks the door behind her, retrieves the crystal statuette from her pack, and places her bag in the chest. As the lid thuds closed, Lydia turns the decoration over in her hands and tries to activate it.
As Ida considered a place to stay, she decided on the land south-west of the south bridge, in the forest. Far away from insane trees, cultists and necromancers. Far away from demanding nobility... somewhere where she could study in peace and prepare for any future clashes. She relaxed as the carriage made it back to the town. She wanted to meet the Lord as fast as she could and get it done. Maybe be rewarded a noble title as well...
"As you please." Mylea smiles, casting a small resistance spell on her knees to deal with the roughness of the floor, before kneeling before him. Soon, her breasts are wrapped around his hard on, the priestess working to quickly get him off, as she smiles up at him. "You know..." She says as she uses her skills on him. "If you like women so much... You might be a fit for the new church I'm building."
The recruits put their weapons away, then go to wash away the sweat and get some rest, leaving Anton alone. The old man doesn't have to bother searching for the captain, as a guard approaches him and gives him the Gil he is owed. “Good job! Mercenaries can be a pain to deal with, but you seem to have gotten lucky with the ones in your class, at least for now.” The young man tells him before going back to his duties, leaving Anton alone. As she returns to the camp Avella sees Lathrul leave their tent, still in his underwear. “Mornin', beautiful.” He greets her, sounding rather sleepy as he goes behind some bushes, out of sight. “Good morning.” Marda greets her as well as she comes out of her own tent. “Sleep well?” She asks as she heads over to the elf and watches her cook. At first nothing happens, but when Lydia puts the statuette on the floor she feels something inside her being drained, and then the crystal statuette projects the image of an wooden door. A very real door, as the thief discovers upon touching it. It is unlocked and leads to a small circular room with stone walls, clearly not part of the inn. There is no obvious source of light, yet the small room is as bright as the middle of the day even when the door leading in is closed. In the middle is some sort of small golden light, floating in the air. As soon as Lydia focuses on it the light starts changing, taking the shapes of various ethereal weapons – melee and ranged, one-handed and two-handed... any weapons Lydia has ever seen is there. If she focuses on a particular weapon, it becomes solid and she is able to grab hold of it. Letting go of it makes it ethereal once more. Whenever Lydia takes a weapon a second wooden door appears, opposite the one she entered through. On either side of the new door is a statue of a naked woman. While their exact appearance changes every few seconds, the statues are identical, except for one thing: The statue on the right is a regular woman, while the one on the left has a big and fully erect cock. Both statues have their right hand outstretched, a metal key in the palm. It seems Lydia has to choose a weapon to train with, and then pick a key to unlock the second door with. Presumably going through the second door will bring her to the actual training area. This time she is brought to the study where she and the other adventurers first met the lord upon their arrival. A maid goes to fetch the lady, and she arrives a minute later. “Welcome back! I hope there were no issues during your trip?” The lord greets her. “Alright, what did you discover? Why has the outpost stopped reporting?” He asks as both nobles look at her, waiting. “Damn, girl, you're something else!” The thug exclaims as Mylea gets to work. “I've never... been religious... but maybe I should reconsider...” He lets out between grunts of pleasure – it is clear he is enjoying the titjob very much. “Shit, I am almost there... where do you want my load? On your pretty face? In your mouth? On your tits? Somewhere else?” He lets her choose and he struggles to hold back and not cum just yet.
"Hoho, oh trust me, I'm more than used to dealing with unruly students." Anton chuckles, thanking the captain before taking his leave. He gives himself a quick wash, before deciding to go visit Lusserina.
After knocking on the door Anton is forced to wait about a minute, before the door finally opens and reveals the shapely form of the elven MILF. “Yes? May I- oh, it's you. What do you want now?” She frowns as she sees him.
"Hehe, come now, didn't you tell me you wanted to hear more of my "stories." The old man gives her a perverted grin, making sure to remind her of what they did yesterday.
“Right. I guess you haven't forgotten.” Lusserina sighs as she opens the door and lets him in. “Well, give me a little bit to go over the chapter I just finished and make sure everything is in order with it, and then we can continue with your... stories...” She sighs again as she leads him to the same room as last night and sits down, getting back to her work.
"Hoho." Anton chuckles as he happily enters, and follows behind her. Taking every chance he could to "accidentally" touch her ass, hoping her body remembers exactly how good he made her feel. "Sure, I'll just be here." He hummed, moving next to her, he uses his skilled hands, and years of sexual experience to try and get Lusserina aroused before their story time.
Spoiler: Arousal Attempt 1d100 = 37 Stubborn: -10 Previous sexual encounter: +10 Sexual prowess: +20 Total: 57 The elf tries to ignore him and resist his attempts, but the old man can tell that he has had at least some limited success. Finally done with her work the MILF nods to herself and puts away her latest piece of writing, then turns her head to look at him. “Alright, now take a seat and let's hear what sort of story you have prepared for me.”
Anton grins as he noticed his effect on her. Then as they sat down next to each other, "Well, I didn't prepare anything." He chuckles, "As I said, I merely recall my past dealings with nobles." The old man added, still wearing his perverted smile. "But you know, my offer still stands. Rather than listen to what happened, how about I show you instead?" He offered, his wrinkly right hand reaching for her breasts. "I think I've heard a writer once say, "To better write a story, you should place yourself in your characters shoes." He gives a quote as he attempts to squeeze Lusserina's chest.
Lusserina grabs his hand, stopping him but not pushing him away just yet. “Hypothetically speaking, if I were to agree to do this, what would I be experiencing, exactly?” She asks. Her can see that her face is already a little pink with arousal.
Avella made simple crowdy, with some forest fruit. Meal for commoners, but easy to make and gives a lot energy after eating. "Not to well, to be honest. I don't know why, but I something worried me about thus thief. I'm not sure if that is just my bad feeling or Everlight is trying to say me something". She said moving spoon in the bowl. "Anyway l, breakfast is ready for everyone." She said to Lathrul and Marda, making portions for everyone.
"Hoho." Anton chuckles as she grabs his hand, yet he couldn't feel any force to actually push him away. "Well that depends on whose story you want to "hear." He grins, "Sadly to avoid getting you in trouble I'll refrain from giving their names. But let's see. I do believe we've discussed about the anal slut. There's also the exhibitionist who had a habbit of wandering the city in nothing but her undergarments... and a collar.... sometimes with a leash. There's the lady who liked danger, who prefers fucking in public areas like alley ways, or even the city garden. There's also the maiden in the walls, a noblewoman who made a small hole in the men's bathhouse. I think the last one was the wailing ghost of the church, a noblewoman with ties to the church who is more than happy to confess her sins in the church's confessional booth... while he commits them." He chuckles, watching Lusserina closely to see which story she reacts the most to.
