by Rowan Bree
“What’s wrong?” You ask him.
Eli shrugs. “I liked Tyven.”
That can’t be all that’s bothering him, but you don’t pursue it. He doesn’t seem in a mood to talk.
He smiles a little to himself and looks at you. “We’re officially murderers and enemies of the crown. Still wish you went to the feast?”
You reply, “I’ve had worse nights.”
Eli laughs and leans in to kiss you. His breath smells like herb smoke and whisky.
Kiss him back.
Stop him.
The man is wearing fine clothes like that of a noble, though the roguish glint in his eyes tells you he is anything but.
“Who are you?” you ask.
He bows with a flourish. You try not to laugh. “Jasper Swift, at your service. I’m an enemy of the order and crusader for freedom. And by the sound of those alarm bells I believe I’m also your escape out of this place.”
Eli loudly clears his throat and Jasper’s smile falters.
“So it’s done?” Jasper asks.
“Vale is dead,” the woman replies.
Eli hiccups. “Dead? How’d that happen?”
The woman doesn’t even look at him. “I took care of things in the chaos after you made a mess of our plans. Maybe next time you’ll follow our orders and stay home.”
Eli flicks the woman a rude gesture. Jasper tells him to cut it out.
The woman cuts in, “We need to go. They’re looking for us.”
Eli helps you onto the back of the cart while the other two take the seats up front. There is barely enough room for the two of you behind all the supplies Eli’s friends had packed. They must have been expecting a long journey.
The cart jerks and you tumble back against Eli. You push yourself back to sitting expecting a snarky comment from the elf. But instead he is quiet. The ragged edge of his ear looks brutal in the moonlight, and for a second you think you can see the bruised little core of his heart usually hidden by his attitude.
“What’s wrong?” You ask him.
Eli shrugs. “I liked Tyven.”
That can’t be all that’s bothering him, but you don’t pursue it. He doesn’t seem in a mood to talk.
He smiles a little to himself and looks at you. “We’re officially murderers and enemies of the crown. Still wish you went to the feast?”
You reply, “I’ve had worse nights.”
Eli laughs and leans in to kiss you. His breath smells like herb smoke and whisky.
You kiss him back, savoring the smoky taste of him. The cart jostles making your teeth bump together. Eli laughs.
He hikes up your dress and pulls you onto his lap. Though you know Sybil and Jasper are just on the other side of the tower of crates, you let the elf remove your panties. You watch as they fly away on the wind.
“Whoops,” Eli says. His grin is anything but apologetic.
You shove him backwards and kiss him hard. He pulls your dress up further and you can feel the cool night air on your wet pussy. Eli’s fingers are cool too, but warm quickly as he tickles you. You reach into his pants and stroke his cock.
The wind shifts and bits of Jasper and Sybil’s conversation drift towards you. They seem to be talking about you but you can’t make much out between the jostling of the cart and Eli’s soft moans in your ear.
Eli stops teasing you and pulls your hips closer. You push down his pants and press yourself against the length of his cock. You rub against his stiff member, your clit tingling from the stimulation. He moans and tries to reposition to enter you. But you’re not going to let him inside, not this time.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groans. He turns his head away, his face screwed up in concentration as he tries to hold back.
You hump against him harder. You can feel his heartbeat in his pulsing cock, then a thick wet warmth as he cums all over your pussy. You cling to him, your hips moving faster and faster as you near orgasm. You bite down hard on Eli’s shoulder and let out a muffled cry.
You continue to cling to him as you come down from your high. He strokes your back and chuckles softly in your ear.
“You think you could go another?” he asks, his finger pressing against your ass. Even the slight pressure makes you moan and you can feel your body opening to welcome him.
You reach for his cock but he stops you, tucking it back into his pants.
He says, “I want to see how many times you can cum before we make it to the outpost.”
Horny as you are, you think he might lose count before then.
You kiss Eli deeply as he teases you with his finger, coaxing him to penetrate you. He slides his finger between your labia until it’s slick then presses again against your ass. This time it slips in.
Eli gently fucks your ass with his finger as you hump against him. You can tell that the elf is still hard through his pants. He slips in another finger and your body instinctively clenches around his fingers. You can feel yourself coming again.
“Number two,” Eli chuckles as you collapse against him. “Oh don’t worry, you’re safe. I was just counting.”
You smack him in the chest for ruining the mood.
Eli smiles. “Oh, we’re not done yet.”
Continue.
You recognize the rogue Jasper from your travels before.
“It seems fate is determined to bring us together,” Jasper says with a smile.
You feel the air grow heavy with enchantment and your heart thuds in your chest.
“So it’s done?” Jasper asks.
“Vale is dead,” the woman replies.
The enchantment dissolves as a dark look crosses Jasper’s face.
Eli hiccups. “Dead? How’d that happen?”
The woman doesn’t even look at him. “I took care of things in the chaos after you made a mess of our plans. Maybe next time you’ll follow our orders and stay home.”
Eli flicks the woman a rude gesture. Jasper tells him to cut it out.
The woman cuts in, “We need to go. They’re looking for us.”
Eli helps you onto the back of the cart while the other two take the seats up front. There is barely enough room for the two of you behind all the supplies Eli’s friends had packed. They must have been expecting a long journey.
The cart jerks and you tumble back against Eli. You push yourself back to sitting expecting a snarky comment from the elf. But instead he is quiet. The ragged edge of his ear looks brutal in the moonlight, and for a second you think you can see the bruised little core of his heart usually hidden by his attitude.
“What’s wrong?” You ask him.
Eli shrugs. “I liked Tyven.”
That can’t be all that’s bothering him, but you don’t pursue it. He doesn’t seem in a mood to talk.
He smiles a little to himself and looks at you. “We’re officially murderers and enemies of the crown. Still wish you went to the feast?”
You reply, “I’ve had worse nights.”
Eli laughs and leans in to kiss you. His breath smells like herb smoke and whisky.
Kiss him back.
Stop him.
You agree to go with them.
“Great,” Jasper smiles. He opens the closet door. “Now to find Sybil.”
A woman nearly runs into him as he steps into the hallway.
“Talking about me again?” she asks. She is wearing a gorgeous golden gown with black lace. Eli seems to cower in her presence.
“Sybil, what are you doing down here?” Jasper hisses. His eyes dart back and forth down the hallway.
She replies, “I’m coming to get Vale. He’s been gone a while and the others were getting restless. I thought it would be a good opportunity for plan B.”
“Plan B’s already been done,” Jasper replies. “You can thank Eli for that.”
He steps aside to bring Eli into the woman’s view.
“I’m not even going to ask,” she
says. Eli relaxes visibly. “I guess that means we’re leaving now.”
Jasper nods and the woman sets off down the hallway. You follow as quietly as you can, scared that you might be discovered at any moment by the castle guards.
Somehow you make it out of the castle and into the courtyard. You skirt the castle walls, careful to stay out of sight though you don’t see a single guardsman. They must be inside enjoying the feast. Sybil leads you out of the castle grounds and towards town. She stops suddenly.
“Anyone in the mood for a fight?” she asks.
Parked on the side of the street up ahead is a wagon whose contents are being rifled through by a pair of large men. They might even be orcs but it’s hard to tell in the dark.
“Don’t tell me that’s our wagon,” Eli says.
Sybil frowns. “Not anymore.”
“Nonsense,” Jasper says. “All we need is a diversion. You’ll help us, right?” He looks at you.
“Me?” you ask.
Jasper smiles. “All you need to do is distract them long enough for me to get the horse’s reigns. Easy.”
You look at Eli and Sybil for a way out but it doesn’t look like you’ll be getting one.
“Just don’t leave without me,” you say.
You approach the men who are still busy rooting through the plentiful supplies on the wagon. Sybil must have been preparing for a long journey.
“I’m sorry, but I seem to be a bit lost,” you say.
One of the men looks up. He has a rough, battle-worn face and arms as big around as your thighs. You see a pair of short tusks curving up from his lower lip when he speaks. He could be half orc.
“Only one way to the castle,” he grunts.
“I’m not looking for the castle,” you reply.
“Then where?”
The other one hops off the wagon and comes around. He might be part elf, though you’ve never seen one so strongly built. Only his pointed ears betray him as such.
You look down at your fine dress and try to come up with a plausible lie.
The half-elf speaks for you. “I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to spend my night stuck in the castle with that miserable lot.”
You glance behind him to see your three companions still standing in the shadows where you left them.
“Do you know a place I can get a good drink and not be bothered?” You ask.
“Down the road’s the Lion’s Mane. Should be quiet tonight ‘cause of the feast.” He goes back to rifling through Sybil’s supplies. You need to stall longer.
“Any chance you could show me? I’m terrible with directions.”
The half-elf looks up. He smiles.
He calls back to his orcish friend, “Fancy a drink at the Lion’s Mane?”
The orc gets off the cart to stand next to him. “If you’re paying.”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s on me,” you tell them.
You take a few steps backwards, hoping to lure them just far enough for Sybil and Jasper to take the cart. As you glance past the elf you see Sybil gesture you even further. There is a narrow alley to your right that would take them out of sight of the cart. But you know what can happen with strange men in dark alleys. Do you take the risk?
Stay in sight.
Leave the cart.
You agree to go with them.
“Great,” Jasper smiles. He opens the closet door. “Now to find Sybil.”
A woman nearly runs into him as he steps into the hallway.
“Talking about me again?” she asks. She is wearing a gorgeous golden gown with black lace. Eli seems to cower in her presence.
“Sybil, what are you doing down here?” Jasper hisses. His eyes dart back and forth down the hallway.
She replies, “I’m coming to get Vale. He’s been gone a while and the others were getting restless. I thought it would be a good opportunity for plan B.”
“Plan B’s already been done,” Jasper replies. “You can thank Eli for that.”
He steps aside to bring Eli into the woman’s view.
“I’m not even going to ask,” she says. Eli relaxes visibly. “I guess that means we’re leaving now.”
Jasper nods and the woman sets off down the hallway. You follow as quietly as you can, scared that you might be discovered at any moment by the castle guards.
Somehow you make it out of the castle and into the courtyard. You skirt the castle walls, careful to stay out of sight though you don’t see a single guardsman. They must be inside enjoying the feast. Sybil leads you out of the castle grounds and towards town. She stops suddenly.
“Anyone in the mood for a fight?” she asks.
Parked on the side of the street up ahead is a wagon whose contents are being rifled through by a pair of large men. They might even be orcs but it’s hard to tell in the dark.
“Don’t tell me that’s our wagon,” Eli says.
Sybil frowns. “Not anymore.”
“Nonsense,” Jasper says. “All we need is a diversion. You’ll help us, right?” He looks at you.
“Me?” you ask.
Jasper smiles. “All you need to do is distract them long enough for me to get the horse’s reigns. Easy.”
You look at Eli and Sybil for a way out but it doesn’t look like you’ll be getting one.
“Just don’t leave without me,” you say.
You approach the men who are still busy rooting through the plentiful supplies on the wagon. Sybil must have been preparing for a long journey.
“I’m sorry, but I seem to be a bit lost,” you say.
One of the men looks up. He has a rough, battle-worn face and arms as big around as your thighs. You see a pair of short tusks curving up from his lower lip when he speaks. He could be half orc.
“Only one way to the castle,” he grunts.
“I’m not looking for the castle,” you reply.
“Then where?”
The other one hops off the wagon and comes around. He might be part elf, though you’ve never seen one so strongly built. Only his pointed ears betray him as such.
You look down at your fine dress and try to come up with a plausible lie.
The half-elf speaks for you. “I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to spend my night stuck in the castle with that miserable lot.”
You glance behind him to see your three companions still standing in the shadows where you left them.
“Do you know a place I can get a good drink and not be bothered?” You ask.
“Down the road’s the Lion’s Mane. Should be quiet tonight ‘cause of the feast.” He goes back to rifling through Sybil’s supplies. You need to stall longer.
“Any chance you could show me? I’m terrible with directions.”
The half-elf looks up. He smiles.
He calls back to his orcish friend, “Fancy a drink at the Lion’s Mane?”
The orc gets off the cart to stand next to him. “If you’re paying.”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s on me,” you tell them.
You take a few steps backwards, hoping to lure them just far enough for Sybil and Jasper to take the cart. As you glance past the elf you see Sybil gesture you even further. There is a narrow alley to your right that would take them out of sight of the cart. But you know what can happen with strange men in dark alleys. Do you take the risk?
Stay in sight.
Leave the cart.
You agree to go with them.
“Great,” Jasper smiles. He opens the closet door. “Now to find Sybil.”
A woman nearly runs into him as he steps into the hallway.
“Talking about me again?” she asks. She is wearing a gorgeous golden gown with black lace. Eli seems to cower in her presence.
“Sybil, what are you doing down here?” Jasper hisses. His eyes dart back and forth down the hallway.
She replies, “I’m coming to get Vale. He’s been gone a while and the others
were getting restless. I thought it would be a good opportunity for plan B.”
“Plan B’s already been done,” Jasper replies. “You can thank Eli for that.”
He steps aside to bring Eli into the woman’s view.
“I’m not even going to ask,” she says. Eli relaxes visibly. “I guess that means we’re leaving now.”
Jasper nods and the woman sets off down the hallway. You follow as quietly as you can, scared that you might be discovered at any moment by the castle guards.
Somehow you make it out of the castle and into the courtyard. You skirt the castle walls, careful to stay out of sight though you don’t see a single guardsman. They must be inside enjoying the feast. Sybil leads you out of the castle grounds and towards town. She stops suddenly.
“Anyone in the mood for a fight?” she asks.
Parked on the side of the street up ahead is a wagon whose contents are being rifled through by a pair of large men. They might even be orcs but it’s hard to tell in the dark.
“Don’t tell me that’s our wagon,” Eli says.
Sybil frowns. “Not anymore.”
“Nonsense,” Jasper says. “All we need is a diversion. You’ll help us, right?” He looks at you.
“Me?” you ask.
Jasper smiles. “All you need to do is distract them long enough for me to get the horse’s reigns. Easy.”
You look at Eli and Sybil for a way out but it doesn’t look like you’ll be getting one.
“Just don’t leave without me,” you say.
You approach the men who are still busy rooting through the plentiful supplies on the wagon. Sybil must have been preparing for a long journey.
“I’m sorry, but I seem to be a bit lost,” you say.
One of the men looks up. He has a rough, battle-worn face and arms as big around as your thighs. You see a pair of short tusks curving up from his lower lip when he speaks. He could be half orc.
