Adventures in the Colonies (closed for Halcyon)

[Halcyon638]

Smiling, Desmond climbed onto the bed, kissing her lips, grabbing hold of one her pert tits, feeling its combined heft and softness. He let go of her, relaxing into position, his hard member standing almost straight up at this point.

Fuck, it had been a while.

“I hope this will suffice,” he said, stroking his shaft, though it hardly needed any help at the moment.

 

[siobhancan99]

"Is more than enough, my big strong man." She straddled him, looking down at him, then lowered herself. She was tight, warm, wet, welcoming. Her body slid slowly down the length of his member, and she gave a moan that had to be genuine, or she was the most practiced actress in the isles. She leaned forward, heavy breasts brushing his chest. A fall of dark hair framed her face and her lips parted to emit another pleasured sound. She just sat a moment, squeezing and relaxing, getting used to his size "you will be very popular I think." She started to roll her hips, fucking herself on his cock. She moved nice and slow, setting a steady pace, just enjoying the feel of him inside her. She was unhurried "I think we might go two or three times before the dawn. Assuming you can."

 

[Halcyon638]

Desmond groaned as Raphaella settled onto his cock. His hands reached forward and toyed with her ample tits. Closing his eyes, he just listened to the harlot’s voice for a moment. “By the Gods. Worth…sailing across an ocean…or two.”

He grasped her hips, watching her in her full glory now. “Yes….perfection,” he sighed at her first descent and ascent along his rigid member. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “Try me,” he said, grinning and pulling her down to him for a kiss, stroking one of her nipples. In truth, he didn’t know how he had lasted this long already, given how long it’d been since he’d experienced release, and given the show she was putting on.

 

[siobhancan99]

She rolled her hips, tugging at his cock with the velvet of her inner walls. She moaned again, low, throaty. her eyes half lidded stared down at him as she began to ride. She was in no way working to keep him hard, instead her thick luscious curves served exactly the opposite purpose. Her every move designed to elicit his pleasure. She squeezed him as she slid down along his length, her full lips parted to emit her own signs of pleasure "you are so big" she purred. That at least wasn't faked. She rolled her hips and sat up straighter, looking down at him, rubbing herself as she rode him "MMM we are going to have more fun tonight I promise you that."

 

[Halcyon638]

Desmond groaned. Over the years, he had learned some techniques to keep up his concentration on his spells, techniques which had proven useful in other areas. Raphaella was pushing those skills to the limits, sliding along his erect cock. He reached out and grabbed her big, soft tits, fondling them as she worked his shaft and head, imagining her squeezing his hard-on between them, imagining all the others place she might put him tonight.

His eyes rolled back. He was close.

 

[siobhancan99]

She was relentless, pursuing his release with all the focus and grace of a tigress stalking her prey. She parted lips to emit the sound of her own pleasure. She closed her eyes as she lost herself in the goal of her own orgasm. Her hand moved between her legs, adding that little additional stimulus to help push her over as she rode him "hai un cazzo enorme, hai un cazzo enorme" Her generous hips rolling, slapping her ass down against his thighs as she strove to get off, to make the most of what he had to offer her.

 

[Halcyon638]

Desmond’s fingers dug into her warm hips a little harder than he intended. He groaned, not able to hold back his release any longer. He came hard inside her, watching the waves of dark hair cascading down Raphaella’s shoulder as she brought him to completion. “Fuck,” he gasped, looking in her equally dark eyes, then pulling her down for a kiss.

The colonies seemed to be agreeing with him so far, and he intended to get every bit of his money’s worth over the course of the night.

 

[siobhancan99]

She kissed him back as she brought herself off. She rolled off him, laying still for a moment, then draped an arm over him. "mmmm a good start to your time here I hope."

As the night went on, she showed why her company was so expensive. She brought food, played music, and basically did everything to make him feel at home. It wasn't just sex, it was an experience. In the morning, she showed him a little bracelet. Weaved into the leather was a piece of rift-stone "get one of these. they keep the little biting insects at bay. The bugs they make you sick, if you get bit too much."

 

[Halcyon638]

Desmond smiled as she placed her arm over him. “A better start than a man like me deserves,” he said, just admiring her rare-if-expensive beauty.

In the morning, he studied the bracelet and nodded. “Most helpful.” He sighed, realizing it was time to leave Raphaella’s warm embraces and go out to meet his destiny. Cooper’s warning about not falling love with the girls of the brothel echoed in the new arrival’s ears.

Still, Desmond couldn’t help but wonder when he could see the woman again. He gave her a gentle kiss on the hand. “Until next we meet.” Afterwards, he dressed to meet his potential new employer, keeping his eyes peeled for anyone selling the bracelets she’d mentioned.

 

[siobhancan99]

Fortunately, Raphaella was kind enough to direct him to a shop "all the quality people by from Roxanne" She nodded. "If you have her work, everyone will assume you belong here." The proprietress was a woman of Pemberton, a dirty blond with a small workshop. His senses would pick up on the magic in the shop, and as he looked around he would see tiny pieces of rift stone. Not large enough to make anything of real lasting power or serious dweomercraft, but tiny fragments enough to power smaller things like the bug repellent. She looked up as he came in, "good morning, Sir" her accent was lower class, if he had to place it maybe the dock areas of the port town of Kingsford. The shop was well appointed, with furniture from home. She was well dressed as well, more well dressed than her origin might have suggested. Perhaps there was money to be had for the clever and competent, here in the colonies. There was, at least, a chance at reinvention.

"What brings you into my shop?"

 

[Halcyon638]

Desmond surveyed the items in the shop, before picking up one of the bracelets. He gave the woman a friendly grin. “Good morning. Your shop comes highly recommended.” He walked toward the counter. “I hear this is the must-have fashion accessory here in the colonies. Do you have any other recommended purchases for a new arrival?”

 

[siobhancan99]

She smiled "this is our biggest must have. It's 5 gold and it will last you 6 months." That made a certain amount of sense to Desmond, as the tiny pieces of riftstone could only hold so much magic "In which case it can be recharged for a gold." She sat back and looked him over "We've creams that will keep the worst of the sun off of ye, but only fancy lads use them. Mostly for women. For you, Sir, I'd recommend not being outside without a head covering. Also avoid being too much in the sun with other parts of ye, till yer bronzed a bit and even then, despite the heat most folk wear clothes to cover. Sun's brutal here. If you need to be goin out and about without, the cream will keep ye. It's not magic mind. Tis a concoction of herbs and fats." She shrugged and looked him over "I've also got stones to clean yer teeth, and wands to clean the body, if yer too lazy for a bath. Folk down here'd be ripe without em. Those are 10 gold apiece which I know is dear, but you'll be markin yourself as low class if ye stink."

 

[Halcyon638]

Wondering what kind of bathing situation he would have access to living amongst Cooper’s sentinels, Desmond picked up some of the cleaning stones and one of the wands, then picked out a wide-brimmed, azure, feathered hat. It was a fair amount of money, but as a small-town merchant had once said to him, “Coin breeds coin.” Spending gold to have opportunities to rub shoulders with those who had lots of it seemed like a reasonable investment.

“Now if my odor offends anyone, I shall place the blame squarely on your shoulders, Madam.” Grinning, he added, “Good day to you,” and went on his way.

 

[siobhancan99]

Armed with a jaunty new hat, Desmond had a spring in his step as he made his way to meet his contact. The wealthy farmer grinned "I see you've taken reasonable precaution against the sun. Damned thing shines here all the time. I long for the grey of home, occasionally." He chuckled and took Desmond along a long road, miles and miles of cane plantations stretched along it. He pointed out a few houses of other wealthy men of the island, and finally after noon they reached the Cooper plantation. The sign had an old barrel on it. A nod, no doubt, to the former profession of these now landed gentry. As he thought about it, Desmond realized that all of the landowners here had names associated with skilled craftsmen. It seemed that was the way to wealth. Skilled trade parlayed into a small bit of land, parlayed into a large bit of land. The fields were largely empty, until he reached a bit that must be ready for harvest. Scores of men were cutting the sugarcane and hauling it off. Towards the house he noted some sort of manufactory, and Cooper took him there to see it. The cane was pressed and a juice was extracted from it, that was presumably through some magic turned into sugar. Cooper led him around to where there were a set of squat barracks that seemed to hold the workers. In the center was a larger more well appointed building with individual rooms "this is where the family houses its security." Desmond was given a small room, then led out into the fields to meet his squad.

There he found two men, one with a rapier at his hip, the other a giant of a man with dark dark skin of the like Desmond had never seen before. One of the men of Uluntu perhaps. The big man wore a hauberk of chain and had a spear and shield, as well as a crossbow on his back. Next to the men was a woman, a redhead from what he could see curling out from under her hooded robe. Mistletoe hung from her belt, as well as a stout cudgel.

"I've brought your fourth" Announced Cooper. "This is Roderigo.." He started. The man with the Rapier cut him off "Roderigo De La Vega Ramirez, at your service" His Pemberton had a thick Gajesian accent and had it not, the name would have been a dead giveaway as it was. nearby Desmond could now see a Guitar, a new Gajesan instrument somewhat akin to a lute.

"Osaro" offered the big Uluntu man, with a wide grin. He looked down at Desmond, but in the way he looked down at nearly everyone. He had to be 6 and a half feet tall, broad shouldered and thickly muscled obviously. "Nice spear" he nodded at Desmond. His own was broad bladed, made for one hand in the fashion of his country. "No armor though. I know you Pembertonians think it hot here, but you must reconsider if you're to be of use to me in battle." he laughed loudly and without malice "for more than a few second."

The woman nodded "Fiona. toilichte coinneachadh riut." The accent, and the words marked her as being from the north of Pemberton, from the Tìr àlainn. A assimilated part of Pemberton, choosing the protection of Parliament in the face of subjugation by the Empire of Man. Some of the residents were quite happy with their new overlords... and some were not. Time would tell. "And good mornin to ye." Her accent making her Pembertonian nearly as incomprehensible as her own tongue.

 

[Halcyon638]

Desmond bowed slightly as the Gajesian troubadour introduced himself. “Desmond Carver,” he said, looking over the rest of the group.

Looking up at Osaro, he smiled. “I’ve taken my plate mail to the local blacksmith to have some holes punched into it. Improves the breathability.” Pausing for a second, he added, “Don’t worry, my friend. I’m a sorcerer. You focus on protecting your hide, I’ll worry about mine.”

He admired the way the woman’s red hair glinted in the morning sun even as he tried to determine whether she’d just spoken her full name, offered a greeting, or placed a curse on him in some ancient, dead language. When she said “Good morning,” he responded in kind.

“Good morning. Pleasure to meet you all.”

 

[siobhancan99]

Osaro laughed again then nodded "We can use a master of the arcane. There are strange things on this island." He looked in the direction of the forest, maybe a mile away across the cane fields. He returned his attention to Desmond "So welcome aboard."

Days went by, and much of the work was boring. Standin the sun or the dark, depending on their shift. Make sure the workers weren't fighting. Make sure nobody was stealing. Drive off wild animals that go too close, that sort of thing. the general routine of being a mercenary guard. One night, as Desmond despaired of anything interesting happening, a calico cat came across his path on his watch. It morphed into Fiona, who put a finger to her lips "Ach, there's somethin oot there" She gestured towards the treeline "Go get Osaro and Roderigo and come back, Aye?"

 

[Halcyon638]

Desmond was beginning to question his decision. He knew that starting over wouldn’t be easy or yield quick results, but did it have to be so tedious?

He nearly jumped when the feline transformed. He’d heard of druids before and knew something of their strange capabilities, yet hadn’t known what form the redhead could take. Couldn’t have hurt to mention it to me, he mused.

The sorcerer nodded, then began moving quietly and as quickly as he could to alert the warrior and the bard. Before he met up with them but after he’d put enough distance between himself and Fiona, he began the gestures and incantations to summon a personal magical field around his body.

“Fiona’s caught wind of something ill,” he noted as he met the other two men.

 

[siobhancan99]

"She has a nose for it. Sometimes" Osaro laughed at his own joke. He seemed to laugh a lot, his mirth written across his face. He snagged his gear and headed out into the starry night. Roderigo spoke a word and a sphere of light appeared, centered on his rapier. He headed out along after Osaro. Fiona gestured towards the trees "Somethin out there. Somethin unnatural ye ken?" She sniffed at the air "something out of the rifts. Maybe a few of them." As it turned out, Desmond could swiftly make them out. Small flickers of flame at first in the treeline, then as they moved into the empty field he could see in the gloom that there were two massive dogs with flames licking at their eyes and mouths and paws.

 

[Halcyon638]

Desmond couldn’t help but smirk at the large Uluntu’s mirth, finding it infectious despite the circumstances. He considered Fiona’s words. “Well, then,” he said, beginning the complicated hand gestures to bring forth a glowing sphere of his own, this one composed of pure cold, “what say we send them back?”

The sorcerer stuck out the palm of the hand and spoke some arcane verbiage, aiming it at the left-most beast, and hoping his aim with his most powerful offensive spell would prove true.

 

[siobhancan99]

The orb struck true, and did a good bit of damage tot he beast who snarled and started charging towards Desmond. Roderigo stepped in to intervene, lunging with his rapier and scoring a long hit along the beast's side. It turned, snapping at him and biting him, wounding his arm. He fell back a bit, but still kept the beast from reaching desmond.
Osaro circled towards the other, crouching with his shield in front of him, spear at the ready. He thrust, but the huge flaming dog twisted around and avoided the spear. The hound bayed, then spewed a cone of fire at Osaro, who screamed as he was lit up. Fiona unleased a bolt of starry energy, slamming it into the hound fighting Osaro, lighting it up and making it easier to hit. For now, desmond was safe behind Roderigo.

 

[Halcyon638]

As Osaro’s screams and the scent of burning flesh filled the air, Desmond found himself more than a little rattled. “Osaro, healing?” he asked, making a mental note of the two healing potions he kept in his bag. He knew the druid likely had that capability as well, but didn’t know what her next move was. They hadn't yet had a test that had truly forced them to work together, and he hoped that it wouldn't cost them dearly.

In the meantime, Desmond focused his attention once more, focusing on the eyes of the uninjured hound, grateful for Fiona’s spell outlining the Rift-born beasts. “Ilthu Marno Val,” he spoke, attempting to magically blind the beast.

 

[siobhancan99]

The hound bayed, a mournful sound that echoed across the cane fields. It snarled and thrashed about, then sniffed the air. Clearly Desmond's spell had found purchase. Osaro jabbed at the monster and his spear found purchase. He bellowed, then struck again swiftly after, striking the beast true both times. "A little help here" Roderigo called out, as he faced the one beast alone. Still, it made sense for the other three to focus on the one, so long as Roderigo was standing. Fiona moved to the big warrior's side, healing some of Osaro's hurts with a muffled prayer. A soft green glow emanated from her hand, and where it passed into him, the damage from the burns receded. The blinded hound snapped at him, but it missed. He Riposted, putting the dog down "On the way Roderigo" he called out. The Gajesian troubador speared the beast with his Rapier, nimbly dancing out of the way of a bite from the remaining dog.

 

[Halcyon638]

Desmond gave Osaro a brief nod of acknowledgement for his spear work, then turned his attention to the hound attacking Roderigo. The sorcerer was surprised at how effectively the bard was holding his own. “Watch for its breath!” he called out, shoving aside some hair that had stuck to his forehead. He began to trace a triangle in the air and prepare another spell of blinding. “Ilthu Marno Val.”

 

[siobhancan99]

The hound snapped at Roderigo, but it was clear that Desmond's spell had worked again. Roderigo danced around it's jaws, then stabbed for it again. He was quickly joined by Osaro, who speared the beast. Fiona circled, looking at Desmond a moment but seeing him unwounded again drew on the power of the night sky, shooting a bolt of starry light that lit up the ravening, blinded, hellhound. The beast looked to be on its last legs, and was illuminated by the strange starry light of Fiona's spell, leaving it susceptible to one final blast from Desmond, should he take it.

 

[Halcyon638]

Desmond circled the fray, trying to get an angle that would give him a clear shot at the infernal hound, finding it hard to do so in the dim light. When Fiona’s magic illuminated it, he started summoning another orb of pure cold. “Namoz Amhal Eyra,” he chanted, aiming it at the creature.