by Jake Daniel
I smiled and nodded. “Of course.” I turned back to Isobel and motioned toward the door. “Please tell the guard at the gate you’ve spoken to me about bringing the others inside. Once you’re settled, we can meet up and discuss our plan for rescuing your father.”
Isobel rolled her map and stored it back inside her bag. “I’ll do that. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll see you soon.” I walked to the entrance of the tavern and held the door open for her as she exited.
“Logan, may I borrow you for one minute?” Chloe was using her sweet voice, which usually meant she was up to something.
I let the door fall closed and started toward Chloe. “Sure, what...”
She cut me off before I could continue. “Lock the door.”
I wedged the small metal bar used to lock the door in place. When I turned back around, Chloe was naked and leaning against the bar. She smiled and gave me a small wink. “If you’re going to be leaving me for who knows how long, you’re going to leave me with something to carry me until you get back.”
I cocked my head and inspected her enormous watermelon sized breasts. I walked across the tavern, keeping my eyes locked on Chloe’s as I approached. As I reached her, I grabbed one of her breasts in one hand and brought it up to my mouth, kissing every inch of her soft flesh and circling her, now hard, nipple. She moaned in pleasure as I brought as much of her breast inside my mouth as I could. Her sweet milk danced on the tip of my tongue. I took my time, giving plenty of attention to her nipple before switching over to the other and repeating the process.
Chloe reached down to my pants and with a quick flip of her wrist had the button undone and my hardened girth in her hand. She pumped up and down slowly while I focused on her breasts. I wrapped my hand around the back of her head and guided her face close to mine. As she neared, I met her lips and kissed her passionately, our tongues explored deep inside each other’s mouths. Her breaths increased, and she pumped faster. She pulled me closer, as if hoping she’d bring me inside of her glistening mound.
I ran my hands down along the soft skin on her back and gripped tightly onto her ass, bringing her close as I kept my lips pressed to hers. I picked her up and sat her on one of the long picnic tables that adorned the primary area of the tavern. I pushed her back and spread her legs, revealing her well-manicured folds. I plunged my head between her thighs and sucked her sweet flower. Her warm juices danced on my tongue. She tasted amazing, like a mixture of honey and cinnamon. She moaned in intense pleasure and arched her back, pushing herself toward my mouth, urging my tongue to plunge deeper. I sucked on her clit for several seconds and her legs quivered as she wrapped them around my head, locking me in place.
She screamed out in ecstasy as she reached an orgasm. I kissed her spasming inner thighs for several more seconds before she released her hold on my head. I slowly worked my way up to the silky soft skin of her stomach, kissing every couple of inches as I moved back up to her breasts and then to her lips. I placed each of her legs up onto my shoulders and moved close to the edge of the table where I thrust my throbbing girth inside of her tight channel. She let out a small gasp and her sweet juices washed over my length as I moved inside of her. Her muscles tightened around my member and she cried out with each deep stroke.
“Faster, I’m going to come again. Fill me, now!” Chloe shouted as she held her hands to her breasts and squeezed tight. “Oh shit! I’m going to come again, fuck me! Oh yes! Don’t stop!”
I increased my pace, slamming into her as she pushed her firm body against mine to meet each thrust. The picnic table creaked but withstood my constant barrage as Chloe shook with orgasm. She spread her arms out to her sides, gripping onto the edges of the table as if to brace herself against the oncoming ecstasy. I buried myself in her, pumping deeper until she shrieked in climax a second time. This time, her pulsing channel sent me over the edge, and I sent my load deep inside her. I reached forward and grabbed her breasts as I slowed my thrusts.
Her chest convulsed as she tried to catch her breath, her perfect breasts rising and falling in rhythm. Her hair fell down around her face as beads of sweat glistened on her forehead. “Holy shit!” Those were the only words she could get out before falling back to the table and running her hands up over her breasts and above her head with a smile.
I leaned over and kissed the corners of her mouth before pulling back and meeting her eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?”
Chapter Three
After quite a bit of deliberation, Chloe decided to stay behind to monitor the tavern. I bid her farewell and worked my way back to the manor. I could feel the spirit churning in my core as it was accustomed to do any time I’d bond with one of my women. Hell, it was almost like an extended orgasm, and I didn’t see a problem with that at all.
I spotted Isobel and four other wolf-kin huddled near the lake. I was hoping to speak to Gwen and Dahlia to discuss my plan for setting out before they’d heard it from someone else, but unfortunately that was not the case.
Gwen met me at the front entrance of the manor and twirled a small knife. She squinted as I approached and scrunched her nose, something I came to recognize she’d do when she was uncomfortable about something. She cleared her throat loudly. “I didn’t know we were going to have company. I fear I’ve forgotten to tell you about the history between wolfkin and satyrs.”
I slung a bag up off the ground and onto my shoulder. “I wasn’t expecting her either. She needs our help. We were already planning on heading north and if we can help save her father, I figured, why not?”
Gwen continued twirling her knife but wouldn’t keep her eyes on mine for more than a couple seconds at a time before shifting them back to the ground. “I suppose. Ugh, you know me, I’m not one to get upset, it’s not in my nature, so I apologize. There’s just something about her I do not completely trust.” She paused and shook her head. “I don’t even know. I can’t seem to put my finger on it. I wasn’t even able to use my Sight on her, her will rank is too high.”
“Ah. I see.” I gave her a small smile. I knew Gwen took peeks inside my mind often to read my true thoughts. So, I knew it must’ve driven her crazy not to see inside Isobel’s mind. I raised a hand to the side of her face and focused on her pale blue eyes. “It will be okay. I promise.”
Gwen smiled and perked up a little. “She’s fucking hot, Logan.”
I glanced over toward the lake, where Isobel was clearly instructing the rest of her clan about what to do. “You’re right there.” I paused and furrowed my brow. “Wait a minute, you’re not getting jealous now, are you?”
Gwen scoffed and stuck out her hip. “Ha! Trust me, I know what I’m working with. I am every bit as hot as her.”
I slapped her on the ass, which made a loud crack as I connected with the tight leather of her pants. “You’re fucking gorgeous, and you know it.”
She let out a small gasp and bit her bottom lip. “If we weren’t about to leave, I’d be taking you upstairs right now.”
I looked down to my wrist as if there were a watch there and shrugged. “There’s probably still time.” I shrugged and gave her a long kiss.
I pulled back and refocused on her eyes. I could still tell something was a little off. I’d known by now to trust Gwen’s instincts, so I didn’t want to immediately dismiss her concerns about trusting Isobel. “Did the wolf-kin do something that made you not trust her, other than you not being able to read her mind? Well that, and the history between satyrs and wolf-kin, of course.”
Gwen shrugged. “I don’t know how to explain it. She is... cold. I’m usually a pretty good judge of character, but from the moment I tried to talk to her, she showed almost no emotion.”
I nodded. “I noticed she seemed a little closed off, but her father is likely in extreme danger. She may still be in shock from it all.” I lifted my hands and placed them on Gwen’s shoulders. “Promise me you’ll at least give Isobel a chance. Who knows, maybe she’
ll open up a little on our way north.”
Gwen smiled and leaned forward, kissing me softly on the lips. “I hope so, otherwise it’s going to be a long trip.” Her sweet scent of red wine and jasmine lingered as she pulled back. “Not that I talk all that often or anything.”
“You? Never.” I let out a small laugh. “I’m sure it will be fine, but I’ll promise you I’ll monitor her.”
She released a long breath as if somewhat relieved. “Thank you. I’m sure the issues between wolf-kin and satyrs have long since passed, but there was a time their kind hunted ours. That was when the wolf-kin were a proud people, before they were hunted almost to the point of extinction.” She paused and gave me a devious smile. “Maybe you can eat her, before she eats me.”
I laughed and raised my eyebrows. “All for the sake of protecting you, right?” My cock hardened just at the thought of seeing Isobel naked. I stole a quick glance over at the wolf-kin as talked to the rest of her clan. Her bushy tail whipping lazily behind her. She intrigued me. I wonder what I could do with that tail. I remembered Gwen could read my mind as soon as I’d thought it.
The satyr laughed and pushed up against me. “Maybe we’ll get the chance to find out.”
I adjusted my now rock hard length and let out a sigh. “Have I ever mentioned how much I love this fucking place?”
Gwen nodded and raised up on her hooves to kiss me. “Yes. Which is why I need you to be safe, so we can enjoy this place for a long time to come.”
I nodded. “Well, don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen.” I cocked my head and inspected Gwen as she stood before me. She wore a set of black leather armor that hugged her hips and ass perfectly. I gave her a smile and shrugged. “Besides, I think there’s probably a good chance you could take her.”
She scoffed. “Good chance? You better watch it, Logan West. I can still take you on my worst day.”
“Oh? I may hold you to that.”
Gwen smiled and her shoulders relaxed slightly. I’d need to stay on top of any drama that may rise, but for now I felt like I avoided any serious issues.
We packed everything into Wofferd’s wagon, which he finally agreed to let us use after we bribed him with several cigars. Everyone at the manor spent the evening together at the tavern, and with the three deer and two turkeys that the wolfkin had killed earlier that day, we had a feast. I helped field dress and butcher each of their kills. Unlike the hunters I’d guided back home, who were lucky to avoid a gut shot, the kills from the wolves were clean, with hardly any damage to the usable meat at all.
Chloe brought out some amazing smelling pastries toward the end of the night. She smiled as she held a full tray above her head, her tits nearly spilled out from her shirt. “And for tonight’s dessert, we can thank a special someone.” She turned and motioned for Dahlia to join her.
Dahlia gave a small smile and walked over from the corner of the room, scanning everyone with a little apprehension. She absolutely despised sizable crowds. It was probably the one thing that we were identical to. She was only there because I asked if she’d join us, but I knew she’d much rather be curled up in bed or in our room with a book or learning a few new recipes that she could use her nectar to improve.
Chloe sat the beautifully decorated pastries down in the middle of the table, prompting several ‘oohs’ and ‘ahs’ from the others gathered around, the loudest of which came from Wofferd.
The plump man adjusted his homemade bib and licked his lips. “Come to papa.”
I laughed and stood from the table. “Enjoy your dessert, all. I think I’m going to hit the sack. We have a long day ahead of ourselves tomorrow.”
The wolfkin nodded and eyed me cautiously. Several of them spoke under their breath as I moved away from the table. Gwen and Dahlia joined me as I thanked Chloe for her outstanding service, yet again.
Chloe walked over and wrapped her arms around me tightly before looking up into my eyes. “You be safe. Don’t be the hero, even though I know that’s probably hard for you.” She turned her attention to Dahlia and Gwen. “And you two, bring him back here in one piece. We’ll have a big... celebration upon your return.”
The girls all exchanged knowing smiles, and I let a smirk rise to my lips. “I’ll look forward to that. Make sure you keep an eye on everything and I’ve already mentioned where we’re headed. If you need to, send word to the North. I’ll come back if you need me.”
Chloe nodded and held a hand to my chest. “I will, but I can assure you, I’ll be fine here.” She lowered her hand slowly and cleared her throat, clearly trying to maintain her composure. Even though it wasn’t like her to cry, I knew she didn’t want me to go.
I kissed her cheek and smiled. “We’ll be back soon.” I exited the tavern with Gwen and Dahlia at my sides and walked across the lush grass leading over to the manor. All signs of the attack that nearly took out the manor and the rest of the buildings were gone. The residents, and even some visitors, had done an amazing job of rebuilding. I held the front door open for the women and motioned them inside. “After you.”
A few small lanterns lit the main room, casting long shadows across the area, giving it a slightly eerie but still comfortable vibe. I was still getting used to the fact that electricity wasn’t readily available, although it sounded as if Ambirn had some sort of energy source which was strong enough to power much of the city. I’d actually been enjoying being unplugged from the rest of society.
“I think we need to gather whatever weapons we plan to take now.” I paused and shifted my attention to Dahlia. “I’ve seen you practicing your bow skills recently, have you gained any additional ranks in archery?”
Dahlia smiled and lifted a bow off the wall and slung it over her shoulder. “Maybe.”
I grinned and lifted two solid steel knives that the bear-men had given me when they arrived. The handles were fashioned out of antlers and were expertly crafted with intricate carvings. I had several very similar knives back at my Outfitters, although nothing as high quality as these were. I handed them to Gwen. “I don’t think you saw these yet. They are so sharp I bet you could slice a finger off of an attacker from two hundred yards away.”
Gwen’s eyebrows raised in excitement as she inspected the blades. She deftly spun them around her fingers before gripping the handles and slamming them into the sheaths attached to her belt. “These are amazing. I can’t wait to try them out.”
I returned to the small table and grabbed my 30-30, I also found a small pouch and filled it with my remaining ammo. With what was left after Striker and his men ransacked the place, and the few I’d bought off of a traveler as he passed through, I only had twelve rounds. I planned to remain steadfast in not using them unless there was absolutely no other choice.
Besides, with my improved skills, Gwen’s Sight, Dahlia’s nature manipulation, and Chloe’s charge, paired with the skills I already had when I arrived, I’d almost eliminated the need for a weapon. It didn’t feel right if I didn’t have one, though. Even when I’d go into town back home, I’d still carry.
I placed my spirit draining knife in a sheath on my hip. I hadn’t had much opportunity to test it out, but I had a feeling that would change soon. Now that I had a little more control of the spirit in my core, I was excited to see how well it worked.
“Okay, is there anything else you think you’d like to bring? I want us to prepare for everything,” I asked and closed my pack.
“Do you have any more armor you could spare?” The voice simultaneously drew all our attention toward the entrance of the armory. Isobel stepped inside the room and inspected the weapons that adorned the walls. “Not bad, mostly poor quality, but I suppose passable if you’re only needing to fight off the occasional poacher.”
I smiled and shrugged. “Where do you think we got most of this stuff in the first place? Our smithy isn’t fully operational yet, but I’m excited to test it out once it is. I lifted a rusted sword from the table and gave it a tap against the wall. It
made a dull thump and cracked in half. The top portion fell to the floor with a thud. I tossed the bottom half back on the table. “Yeah, our weapons could probably use a little work.”
Isobel gave me a small smirk as she ambled about the room. Both Gwen and Dahlia eyed her cautiously, and I could tell that they both had reservations about the wolfkin woman.
Isobel paused as she reached two long swords on the wall and removed the scimitar from the wall. The weapon was probably in the best shape out of anything remaining. She gave it a couple of quick swings before lowering it. She wielded it gracefully, as if she’d been using swords for years. “Do you care if I borrow this?”
I gave her a small bow. “By all means.”
She pulled a bag off her back and slung it up onto the table. She removed several small bottles filled with a variety of glowing liquids.
I lifted one of the pink bottles and inspected the glowing liquid inside. “Healing potions?”
She shook her head lightly and picked up a square green bottle. “This is a healing potion. That is a stamina potion.” She spread the remaining bottles out on the table. She had six healing potions, five stamina potions, and a few other bottles, which she said were for strength and speed. I spotted a small cylindrical bottle among the others which looked vaguely familiar. It was nearly empty but what liquid remained glowed brightly with red and green streaks.
“What’s that one?” I asked as I held out my hand to accept it.
She passed it over to me. “I found that one on our way here near the crossroads. It’s the remnants of an invulnerability potion. Incredibly rare, and insanely expensive. I thought I may be able to salvage a few drops.”
I shook the bottle lightly and the colors grew brighter, lighting the entire armory with dancing red and green flashes. A thought washed over me and everything clicked. “You said you found this at the crossroads?”
