Aventures on Darmus

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

Vixen had already made her decision. Far from pushing Cervantes away she returned his embrace and his kisses. Her own hands carressing his arms as she came to remember the feel of him. She soon stopped questioning his intensions and became lost in the embrace itself. Her own lips parting for his. Her own tongue searching for his.

 

[Moneytalks]

Frederick...

Frederick blushed at Valdimer's words.

"Of course M'Lord... I did not intend to imply that you required the Lady Vixen's permission..." his sigh of relief though evidence enough of his relief that the tension had been... for now at least... difussed.

Stagwort hurrumphed turning away from Frederick and Valdimer. Himself and his two guards keeping a close eye on Gwen who was noticably quiet throughout the entire discussion.

Frederick sat down with Valdimer as he ordered more ale. The barmaid quickly coming over and smiling warmly at him for his gentlemanly gesture.

"M'Lord..." she gushed, blushing prettily, "thank you..." her hands trembling just slightly as she poured from her pitcher into his empty tankard. "Never had anyone stand up fer me like that..." she bit her lip as if afraid she had spoken out of hand. She did a quick little bob of a curtsey and hurried back to the bar.

Frederick looked at Valdimer and then towards Aristus. "M'Lord... if it is not too forward of me to inquire... how is it that you two are friends?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Sharing in the delicate taste of each others mouths, Cervantes's tongue yet remained slow, all the urgency she had come to expect from him was gone. He was savouring her, in his arms, his slow breath drifted over her right cheek as he would not break this kiss even for air. His hand, that had been caresssing her breast, and feeling the rythem of her heart was now drifting back down her stomach, to run along the length of her hip, bringing her thigh up along his side, his fingertips played upon her body like an expert flute player.

 

[Guest]

Before Valdimer could answer Aristus broke in, "Well I wouldn't say that we are friends but more like treasure hunting buddies." He paused as if to think about how to appropriately word this next sentence. "To get into the whole thing would be a waste of time, let's just say that Val has a hard time keeping his associates at his side."

Valdimer's face had this astonished look to it as if to say "Who, Me?"

"We were searching for an item that got away from us at that time, which I have by the way, and Val abandoned me for dead. But hey that's not anything against his character." Aristus said with a smirk on his face.

"But there is probably no other man I would rather have on the battlefield with me."

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

Vixen couldn't believe how slow and deliberate he was being. The more she thought about it the more crazy for him she became. Finally she had had enough of his teasing... his expert fingers finding all her pleasure zones. She hadn't bedded a man in quite some time... longer than she liked to remember. With a growl... she turned so that she straddled him. Her mouth coming down to cover his aggressively and wantonly.

Her mouth followed his jaw line to suck and nibble on his neck. Lower now to nip at his shoulder. Her hands had been busy and now his shirt fell away leaving his whole chest bared to her. Her tongue lapped at him tasting his skin. Her teeth grazed his nipples. Her hands were everywhere. Feeling the muscular strength of him.

 

[Moneytalks]

Frederick...

Frederick chuckled softly at Aristus' remarks and Valdimer's shocked response. He nodded at the last remark however thinking to himself that his first impression was very similar. Valdimer would be one he'd appreciate on his side in a tough spot.

One thing still confused him however...

"He... he left you for dead??" He asked.

 

[Guest]

Vixen couldn't believe how slow and deliberate he was being. The more she thought about it the more crazy for him she became. Finally she had had enough of his teasing... his expert fingers finding all her pleasure zones. She hadn't bedded a man in quite some time... longer than she liked to remember. With a growl... she turned so that she straddled him. Her mouth coming down to cover his aggressively and wantonly.

Her mouth followed his jaw line to suck and nibble on his neck. Lower now to nip at his shoulder. Her hands had been busy and now his shirt fell away leaving his whole chest bared to her. Her tongue lapped at him tasting his skin. Her teeth grazed his nipples. Her hands were everywhere. Feeling the muscular strength of him.

Cervantes:

Cervantes could feel Vixen's desires increasing every second he continued this slow, sensual dance. He knew with but a draw of breath that she had been sleeping alone for more than a month. And when she was filled with the liquid pleaure of his touch, it sparked something within her, as she suddenly had him on his back and was straddled atop him. She kissed him voratiously for a moment, demanding his heated lusts to rise within him.

He offered up his throat to her as she kissed and nipped at it. He moaned, and the sound of it felt like silk to her ears. As Vixen shed him of his shirt, Cervantes was working her free of her breeches, and her undergarments. Soon, her bare legs rested on either side of his hips, and her hands were on his belt. Cervantes lifted his head, his eyes still contained that tender sence of love they had ever since they entered the room but she could now see that she was drawing his lusts to the fore front as well. His lips were quirked just so... It was a familiar expression. He scoured her body with his eyes, finally settling them upon the vee between her legs. All the while, the fire behind his eyes began to burn more and more brightly. His lips were parted and he drew his tongue along them.

Just as Vixen whiped his belt free of his breeches, he took her by her hips and flipped her onto her back, she tried to continue the roll, so that she would return to the top but a single hand pressed against her stomach, holding her down. Cervantes caught her eyes with his own again. They were wild with lust once more, but even still, she couldn't escape the feeling that there was love behind it all. He still had yet to speak, his mouth was open and his breath was quickened, wild brown hair streaming over his shoulders. It was a strange moment, she could feel his lusts crackling in the air around them. 'A lesser woman might have balked at that.' Cervantes whispered as he held her eyes for just a second longer, then, without warning he slid down to nuzzle his way between her legs. His mouth covering her sex, as his tongue snaked out to taste her for the first time in years.

Ravenloft

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

An instant before he lowered his mouth to her lower lips she had to smile at his remark.

"A lesser woman..." she murmered before gasping at the intensity of feeling him down there. His tongue... GOD.

She bucked helplessly beneath his mouth feeling him lapping at her most sensitive core as she struggled to contain herself. He brought her so close... so close... then would back off... swirling that teasing tongue of his around her clit.

She was going mad. She was sure of it. She finally took matters into her own hands. Sliding her fingers into his wild brown hair and then... she yanked. Any other man would have yelped in pain, but she knew this man. He was strong enough... probably the only man strong enough to really satisfy her. He was panting as loudly as she was as he drew up and hovered over her.

The anticpation of it lighted her eyes. She stared back at him with an intensity that surprised them both. She wrapped her slender legs around his hips and pulled him towards her insistently. Her eyes begging him to take her.

 

[Valdimer]

Valdimer Elsworth

Giving Aristus a stern look, Valdimer said, " Well, not exactly for dead you see. Here is the jist of it. We were in a dungeon, searching for I belive some unholy goblet for some group of necromancers. Next thing I know, Mr. Wizard over here' pointing to Aristus, "starts blasting fireballs at god knows what. Come to find out, the thing he was blasting was a dragon, a VERY LARGE dragon. Red I think, anyways, we get in this huge battle, I mean life and death' Val continued, the alchohol obviously having an effect on him, fore he started to use wild hand gestures, " and in mid swing of my sword, Aristus does one of those, "Save yourself!" things. Me, bieng the good friend I am, stayed, and the last thing I remember was seeing the red dragon blast me and Aristus with this immense jet of flame. After I woke, I saw him just laying there, and figured he was dead."

Valdimer took a huge gulp out of his ale.

Slamming the mug down, Valdimer looked at Aristus, having this slight smirk on his face. Turning back to Fredrick, Val continued. "And Treasure hunting buddies?? I think the most treasure we found, aside what we were sent out for, was something around 500 gold or so, I cant remember. It wasnt much, I know that. And as for the battlefield, hell, I'd even fight beside 'ol Wart over there. He looks to have a genuine fighters spirit about him. I'll fight to the death, for those I count close to me. I am loyal' Val said, a serious look about him now," and you, young Fredrick, look to have those same qualities." he finished, laying his hand on Fredrick's shoulder.

 

[Moneytalks]

Frederick...

Frederick's eyes were wide with wonder as he listened to the facinating tale that Valdimer conjured up with his wild hand gestures and animated words.

At this last comment Frederick seemed unsure how to respond. He was at once thrilled to be thought of in such high regard and embarrassed knowing he had many years ahead of him before he would see the likes of anything close to a dragon of any colour.

"I... I would hope so M'Lord Valdimer..." he stuttered, "I've dreamed of being a knight all my life and I know for a fact it would be an honour to fight beside you M'Lord."

 

[Psycho_64]

"Ah Valdimer, the booze you so freely ingest must be affecting your memory because there was no dragon nor was there a shortage of gold. As I remember you and Cervantes were too damn scared to go any further because your torches went out and the dragon was not in at the moment. The entire area was covered with gold and other gold covered items. Plus you both left me for dead when I tripped a trap that YOU set and didn't tell anybody."

Aristus got up from his chair and headed outside. "Damn him, every time I go with this fool I have to defend myself because he's too chickenshit to admit the truth."

Aristus looked around at the city that they were in, maybe there's a wizards shop around. He didn't care he just didn't want to be around Valdimer right now...

 

[Guest]

Cervantes:

Cervantes didn't resist her urgent need, he let her legs enwrap about him and draw him in against her. In a second his cock was clasped deep within her. He lowered his head, his brown hair drifted down to lightly flutter across her breasts. Then he lifted his head again, tossing his hair back with a sharp throw of his neck, and moaned as he slowly withdrew, he was going as slowly with his entire body as he had with his lips, during their kiss. It was sensual agony for them both, but when cervantes leveled his eyes back upon Vixen, he was smiling.

As he pushed into her again, she could feel every conture of his cock. Every little imperfection that made it feel perfect, she could even tell how his length curved ever so slightly to the left. And his pulse, she could feel his pulse echoing along his shaft as well... Some times the hightened sences they shared due to their lycanthropy was a curse, but not in this, not when they made love.

Cervantes had drifted off and come onto her again, his rythem was like the lasy lapping of an ocean upon shore. He rested his elbows on either side of the pillow Vixen's head rested on and leaned in, his experssion was pure bliss, his lips were parted, his eyes were lidded and his breath poured from him nearly twice as fast as the rythem he laid upon her sex. For a moment, is face hovered above her's in this manner, then he leaned in to continue their kiss.

Ravenloft

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

Vixen's cry of pleasure was effectively muffled to a mere moan as Cervantes' lips found hers. Oh yes... the curse they shared certainly had it's benefits. Her heightened senses allowing her to experience a level of pleasure such as she had never dreamed to experience. She revelled in ever sweet torturous inch of him entering her again and again with a slow decisive rythym. He filled her completely and totally. She bucked her hips without thought... following pure instinct as she met him thrust for thrust. The kiss they shared burning her lips and her senses, filling her mind with images of past couplings they had shared so different and yet connected.

She arched beneath him. Her legs tightening as she felt the rush, the incredible rise in pleasure. The intensity increasing rapidly... each wave more incredible... each time her mind reeling... it couldn't get more powerful... and yet it does... her body in complete turmoil as he drives her towards the ultimate goal. She shouts out in ecstasy... her fingers clenching unconciously... her nails biting into the flesh of his back and shoulders... her thighs gripping his hips pulling him even deeper. Sweat glistened on both of the bodies... she scented him strongly and it only added to the pure pleasure of this experience.

"Ahhh... Cervantes..." she finally broke the verbal silence... "please... now... now..." she implored him.

 

[Moneytalks]

Frederick

Frederick watched in confused surprise as Aristus finished his verison of the fantastic tale told by Valdimer and abruptly left the Inn. He smiled nervously at Valdimer who continued drinking his ale. Frederick shrugged and ordered himself a meal... in a rather more polite tone than that used by Stagwort and his two cronies.

The barmaid quickly brought him some thick slices of meat and a small loaf of bread along with a tankard of ale. He had been watching the others, with the exception of Aristus, drink steadily all night and this was to be his first. He ate quickly offering some to Valdimer as he did so. The ale was reasonable and washed down his food admirably.

He wondered about the Lady Muffin, she was a feisty one, he recalled this much from his days at the Lord Malvort's castle, but she wasn't the brightest girl... too innocent in so many ways... and... and he wasn't sure that the man who had escaped with her... Rocky? He wasn't so sure that Rocky wasn't that much different. He sighed hoping they had survived their mad rush through the forest.

He glanced over at the Lady Gwen who sat silently with Stagwort and his cronies. He placed some meat on some bread and walked over to her, offering her some of his meal.

 

[Valdimer]

Valdimer

"Ah, Aristus gets like that sometimes. Dont mind him." Val said, taking some of the food offered by Fredrick. Making a motion with his head toward Gwen, Val said, "And what is the plan with her? What do you all intend to do, when we get to where we are going?" more directed toward Stagwort, than any of the other knights. Valdimer wiped some of the grizzle from his chin, and took another large swig from his ale. "Scared because my torch went out. HA!" Taking a deep breath and streching, Valdimer let his gaze fall on Gwen. 'Poor girl, she must be frightened out of her mind.' he thought.

 

[Guest]

Cervantes:

Every silken touch of Vixen's clasping sex was like a taste of heaven to Cervantes's sences. None of the nervous bar maids he had ever been with could compare to the sweet, hot perfection of Vixen. His sences swirled with her being. She was urging him with her wild need. Her hips pressed against him, he fought the urge to give into his base lusts. Whatever was filling her mind was driving her own lusts to a pitch Cervantes could not ignore.

She arched against him, his slow mating was becoming corrupted by needs he could not denigh. Her legs brought him closer to her, he physically shivered when he felt her body accomodating him with sweet, slick fluids. Cervantes already knew their coupling was nearing its end. He groaned, somewhere deep inside him, he wanted it to never end, and the sound that came from him was one of mild agony, an unwillingness to let it end, but he knew it would be like standing in the way of the tides. He tried to resist Vixen's spurring fringers, her gripping hips, the scent of her salted sweat. It was still, all for naught. He was quaking with the wild need to drive into her with animalistic heat. He bit his lip, making it bleed, holding back for as long as he could. She would have none of it, her voice, breaking the silence in the room, pleading, imploring him to fulfill their inhuman needs.

The wild heat she experienced then was more than any other woman could have phyiscally withstood.

Ravenloft

 

[KillerMuffin]

Gwen

Gwen smiled and accepted the food from Frederick. Stagwort was staring at Valdimer as if he wished to kill the man heinously.

"Go ahead Stagwart. Tell him what Malvort plans to do with me."

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

Vixen reached the most incredible peak. The heat in her blood rising... finally... oh yes... she felt him explode... her howl as she joined him poigant enough to send shivers through those near enough to hear it. She gripped him tightly rocking her body against his as she rode wave after wave of estatic passion, feeling it all coursing through her veins and her mind.

Finally they lay, limbs entangled, mutual sweat and body fluids mingling. Jointly exhausted from such hunger being satiated.

Vixen rested listening to his heart as is slowly returned to it's slower thumping beat, exactly immitating her own. Oh yes, she could never forget that their blood was the same, with all the heightened abilities it gave her, as well as the fearful changing. She wondered about their child, how would she be able to nurse him through his first changing? Would he survive it? She recalled how Cervantes and helped her finally find control over her own new self, she didn't want to admit it right now, but she felt it was highly possible that only he could really help the boy when he came of age. Even Mammon could not fully understand this strange part of him.

No one really could... unless they were one of them.

She rolled away from Cervantes and found her leather pants. She pulled them on quickly, avoiding eye contact with him. She still felt to raw from what they had just shared. "I better get down stairs and make sure the Lady Gwen is okay..." she muttered as some sort of explanation for her abrupt depature from their intimate embrace. She shrugged on her shirt and boots and ran her fingers through her hair. It instantly looked smoother and sleeker, falling about her shoulders. One good thing about being what she was, she thought wryly.

She left the room and lightly manouvered the stairs, barely making a sound. She paused as she heard Gwen throwing the challenge to Stagwart.

"Go ahead Stagwart. Tell him what Malvort plans to do with me."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Cervantes laid on his side and watch Vixen with a dazed smile. More than three years had gone by since the last time they had shared their bodies like they just had. She was a strong woman, more than a match to any foolish man stupid or drunk enough to lay hands on her. He remembered back to when they first met, she'd greeted him with a flaggon of ale in his lap. His smile deepened as he watched her pull her leathers on. "You could be wearing the heaviest of winter furs and still put nymphs to shame..." Cervantes whispered as he scooted to set at the edge of the bed, facing her. She was avoiding his eyes, he knew, as she spoke, searching for some way to dismiss herself from the room, as the scent of their sex clung to the air.

"Aye..." Cervantes sighed. "Let me go with you." He added calmly as he began to collect his own cloths. Vixen slipped her shirt back on as cervantes pulled his own pants up and buttoned them. As Vixen smoothed her dark hair back, Cervantes did up his shirt. He didn't bother with his hair. He let it hang about his face, limp and stringy from his sweat as he watched Vixen slip from the room.

He followed, just as quietly, behind her. Gwen, the girl Vixen had brought back with them, was speaking. "Go ahead Stagwart. Tell him what Malvort plans to do with me." Cervantes leaned over Vixen's shoulder, listening in. "Stagwart? Whats a stagwart? Sounds kinda gross..." He said in a sly voice as he and Vixen watched the activities below them from a balcony.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

Vixen tried to stiffle the smile at Cervantes remark about Stagwart's name. She wasn't sure if it was just the sex making her feel this way... but she was suddenly glad to have him with her again. Just like old times really, he was the one man she didn't have to worry about... she knew him so instinctively... just as he knew her. They really worked rather well together.

She elbowed him sharply in the stomach to silence him so she could hear the rest of the conversation. Any other man would have doubled over in pain, and, if she'd really wanted to cause him that much damage she may have been able to, but as it was she heard his quiet 'oomph' of mock pain and she had to stiffle a giggle this time. She glanced over her shoulder and forced herself to look serious. "Shhh!" She held a single finger to her lips. She was suddenly caught up in his eyes... the finger at her lips hovered momentarily before reaching forward to brush against his lips. Her eyes darkened and her tongue slipped out to moisten her suddenly dry mouth.

She grinned... breaking the moment before turning back to the scene playing out in the bar. She was about to whisper quietly when... she decided to see if they really were still connected on that more base level. She threw her thoughts out to him...

'... Stagwart is the mean looking knight I came with... one of Malvort's men... apparantly he top man... prickly bastard... had to whip his ass TWICE before he'd let me lead the group..." she almost did chuckle at this. She wondered if Cervantes could hear her... her mind slipping back to one of the best fights she'd ever experienced, when he had warned her of his next move... they had easily overpowered their attacker that way, he hadn't know what they were planning.

 

[Moneytalks]

Stagwart...

Stagwart wasn't stupid. He was mean, and had a quick temper, but he hadn't gotten to be head of Lord Malvort's men for stupidity. He glared at Gwen. She was a sly one, trying to get them all to feel sorry for her. He wouldn't let that happen.

He forced himself to smile. Not a pleasant expression on him at all. "M'Lady Gwen..." he said smoothly... "I cannot understand that it would be so difficult for you to follow, we have after all explained the situation several times already..." he shook his had sadly at her as if she were a simple child... "Lord Malvort simply wants to ask you a few questions... we do have a warrant for your return granted us by the King himself... if you hadn't tried to run off as you did with your Uncle... none of this..." he waved his hands around encompassing all the knights and the Inn in general... "would have been necessary." He smirked at her.

"Anyone would imagine you had something to hide..." he left that statement open for interpretation... but as it was... the evidence did not look good.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Gwen

"Surely you jest. The king has taken interest in me? Or perhaps Malvort has promised the king more money and new war engines for his eternal warring on Merovingen. More soldiers perhaps? Somehow, I doubt the king even knows my name. Why don't you talk about treason. Malvort's treason."

Gwen crossed her arms over her chest and stared Stagwort down. The promise of witchly powers twinkled in her eyes, an empty threat, but Stagwort didn't know that.

 

[Guest]

cervantes:

Cervantes let his breath drift across Vixen's neck as he chuckled in responce to her humored responce. He felt her mind, on some level. "Just like old times..." He rejoyced in it. She was touching his mind, though she didn't have to... It was as if a gentle hand had been laid against his cheek and he pressed against it... Nuzzling in against its warmth with everything he had... She could feel his influence within her very touch. It was vague at first, but every second she let it continue let him into her body and spirit that much more... He would never overtake her will, it was not his way, even in his darkest of moods he had given her leverage... She was his equal, he loved her. He would ask her to be his bride if he were still human and not what he was and had all the rules of humanity changed for him...

Still, humanity was such a limiting state of mind... He knew it, and she knew it... Her elbow struck him in the stomach and he fell silent, save for his laboured breathing... "Any other man..." He felt her thoughts and smiled. She could have done worse, he knew, and gave her a grugging 'umph' for her troubles.

With a serious 'shh' she eyed him and he made no sound in responce, only smiled at her. She held her scolding finger at her lips for a moment longer than needed, Cervantes knew he had her eyes on him again and used it for what it was worth. His own eyes showed an endless love, a desire to be more than a lustful lover... She licked her lips and he replied in turn. She licked her suddenly dry lips, pressing her finger tip against his. He kissed the pad of her finger before she could make a move against his actions...

Her lusting grin caught his eye, and he knew she wanted to speak, but caught herself, he was the only one who could, as of yet, feel her words in this manner... It was a thrill! '... Stagwart is the mean looking knight I came with... one of Malvort's men... apparantly he top man... prickly bastard... had to whip his ass TWICE before he'd let me lead the group..." she almost did chuckle at this. She wondered if Cervantes could hear her... He was, it was like a gentle hand within his mind at this point... Her mind slipping back to one of the best fights she'd ever experienced, when he had warned her of his next move... they had easily overpowered their attacker that way, he hadn't know what they were planning.
Cervantes reveled in what Vixen's mind showed him. He had never really thought of sharing himself like that, but there were times when he had been so inebriated that he hadn't been able to stop it... Somewhere deep inside him, he liked the idea of someone knowing his weeknesses better then even he knew them...


ravenloft

 

[Valdimer]

Valdimer

Valdimer listened intently to the activity that was taking place. "War?, Treason?, what does she speak of Wart?" he turned his attention to Stagwart, a slight grin on his face. His left had fell to rest on the hilt of his sword, just for preperation, of course. Valdimer turned his attention to Fredrick, then to Stagwart. "Yes, something to hide, maybe. From you, for sure. I'd hide just about anything from you! She has all reason to feel and defend herself the way she is now." Valdimer rose to his feet now, standing as straight as the alchohol would allow, with a slight sway to his firm footing......

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

Vixen decided that the conversation was getting out of hand. She entered the room and held up her hands smiling at both Valdimer and Stagwart.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen... I believe... we would all do well to sleep off the good ale the Inn has been so kind as to provide us... we all have a VERY early start in the morning. We will ride at first light. M'Lady Gwen..." she turned to Gwen... "you will sleep in my quarters... the men have rooms of their own." She inclined her head and indicated with her arm that Gwen should go with her.

She looked up at Cervantes and gave him a hesitant smile. Much different from the looks she had been giving him of late. It was almost shy in it's offering.

"I have asked the Inn Keeper to sell me a horse for you Cervantes... I assume you will be riding with us?" She was wary as she asked the question, as if fearing he would answer differently from that which she hoped.