The Triple Trap [closed for milkmaiden38 and Cherubian]

[Cherubian]

Not what Aeliana had expected.

The initial, the straightforward guess about the reason for Cassie's urgency had been some super important ingame quest, maybe a shortcut for some bonus XP? Or just some fun moment or event only the initiated coudl catch. But not this ...

If Aeliana had any doubts about Cassie being a player, they evaporated the longer she talked. That, or she truly was the best ever written NPC, but to what end? And how did she get into Sandra's copy of the game???

The yarn the other spun was, admittedly, far fetched. Or not? In a weird way, it would make sense. All the little bits Aeliana had wondered about. How super realistic the game felt. How she could get three very real orgasms from a trio of NPCs running a train on her. The very open treatment of adult topics ... it sowed enough of a doubt that she was at least willing to listen.

"If you don’t believe me, just try to quit the game."

That was, actually, a very good idea. An easy way to chek those claims. She'd just log out, back in, and tell the other that she was delusional. Aeliana got to her feet and raised her hand in the convoluted gesture typical for VR games to bring up the main menu.

Only ... no main menu was showing up.

She tried again.

And again.

If the situation weren't so dire her increasingly desperate gesturing might have looked quite funny. This was no joke, though. With each failed attempt it dawned more on her that the other was, in fact ... right.

'Fuck'

She slumped back on the bed, sitting hunched over on the edge. When Cassie wanted to approach and comfort her she extended her palm with a soft, but resolute "Just give me a minute, I need to process this." Or at least calm down, get her thoughts sorted out as they were currently an uncontrolled maelstrom behind her pretty but sad face. Indeed it was about a minute before she inhaled deeply, straightened herself up, and looked back straight at Cassie.

"My name is Sandra, and I am also from Earth, also year 2023." she finally began. Sticking to what she knew felt comforting, reassuring. "When exactly did you get sucked into this?"

She nodded to the answer, and added "My transition happened about two weeks after yours. Two Earth weeks." Another quick comparison of notes clarified that apparently the time in this dimension/world/whatever passed about twice as fast as back home.

"So honestly I am not sure about returning at the exact time I logged in." Now that the fact was confirmed that she was stuck here a strange calm set over the young ... elf. Maybe it had to do with the fact that there was not too much back at home waiting for her. Else why would she spend her evenings playing computer games? She still wanted to get back, of course. Or did she?

"Maybe we can find more answers in here ..." Sandra held up the tome she had snatched from the labratory turned orgy site. Approaching a problem analytically, that was something she was familiar with. She did it in her job all the time, and the familiar routines gave a certain sense of comfort. "One thing though ... You keep mentioning that demon in your head. Honestly, I don't have one. Which, I guess is a good thing. But why ..."

And then, the puzzle pieces fell in place. Her whole face lighted up.

"The tall one, with the penchant for blowjobs, did he press some weird looking glowing amulet against your forehead, and mumble something unintelligible as you arrived?"

Cassie just nodded, surprised by how quickly the other girl had started to cope with all this.

"That must have been it. They tried to pull the same trick on me. I did not think much of it at the time. I still thought this was a game, and was secretly looking forward to what naughty shenanigans they wanted to mind control me for ... err, wait, have I just been gangraped by three horny old geezers for real?" Another realization that set in, but she did not have time to ponder that much, not now. Also ... she had cum harder than ever before. Thrice.

"Their trick did not work on me because I got myself the magic immunity advantage. Weird, seems that character builder had some real effect."

"You got that?" Cassie looked surprised. "It's awesome, sure, but it must have cost more than half your points."

"Ehmm... it did not." Sandra was slightly embarrassed for a moment. "You see ... I cheated."

 

[milkmaiden38]

Cassie

“Cheated!” Cassie laughed. “I hated people like you when I played online!”

As Cassie stopped laughing, she could still hear laughter in her head. She ignored it. She walked over to her small desk and open the bottom drawer. She grabbed the bottle and poured some of the clear fluid into a mug. It was the only medication she could offer Aeliana.

“Here, this world version of a therapist” she said handing it to Aeliana. “It’s the only thing I can offer you. I must say you are handling this well. Took me a week of crying to cope with this situation, and I was a cop, before coming here.”

Aeliana stared at the mug.

“Some kind of alcohol, strong too” Cassie explained. As Aeliana thought about drinking it. Cassie continued “Now, don’t panic, but my demon knows you are not under control. As soon as the summoners find out, you’re in deep shit.” Cassie explained.

She grabbed the book Aeliana had taken. “The Book of Vile Darkness, Part II” the title read.

“Cute title” Cassie commented. She flipped to crude table of contents in the front.

“We should probably read the sections on Protected Essence, Demon Summoning, and Bound Demons.” Cassie thought out loud. Then there was a noise at the door and the redhead quickly slipped the book under her robe, before the door opened.

A gray-haired man, wearing his gold-colored breast plate armor, stuck his head inside her room.

“Good, you are awake. I hope you are well rested. The catapult unit will be ready for training in 10 minutes.” The man stated. Aeliana noticed as soon as Cassie saw him, the redhead stood straighter, also as if at attention.

“Yes, General Marth, I’ll be up there in a moment. Although, I’m not as rested as you think.” Cassie said. Normally, she would not have said anything. But she knew with Aeliana taking the book, all hell was about to breakout. She needed the General on her side.

“What are you talking about?” The general asked Cassie as his eyes wandered over to the very beautiful Aeliana.

“Prexir, Orzo, and Xeg needed me for some evening fun” Cassie explained. Suddenly, there was a very angry look on the General’s face. “DON’T THOSE TOADSTOOLS KNOW WE ARE SURROUNDED BY GOBLINS”

“General Marth, can I introduce you to Aeliana, she is a recent arrival to the castle. She arrived like myself. She has some special abilities too” Cassie explained.

“A pleasure to meet you” The general said as his anger softened viewing such a beautiful woman. Then he turned back to Cassie “I need to talk to Prexir” The general said and closed the door.

Cassie handed the book back to Aeliana “That should buy you some time. Prexir will be too busy with the general to ask the demon about you. At least for a while.” Cassie said as she grabbed her green armor. She slipped it on as she said “I need go train some people, good luck” Then Cassie also walked out of the room.

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[Cherubian]

Why would anyone care whether she cheated in a single player game? Well, that was not what Cassie had said and things had become a lot more complicated since she had logged in, and yes, cheaters in online games deserve all the scorn they get, she was on board with that one. But ... in this case that little tweaking of the code might save her in the meantime quite hot ass. It already had protected her from becoming a demon puppet.

She looked doubtful at the mug with the clearly alcoholic beverage, sniffed briefly, then put it down. Her only encounter - or rathe run in - with alcohol so far had been at 16. It was a friened's birthday, and she did not want to be the spoilsport so she joined in the drinking games. She got completely plastered, made one big ass of herself, and the next moring wondered why any sane human would voluntarily inflict a severe impairment of speech, motor activity and judgment in general on herself. She found no even halfway convincing answer, and she also did not perceive that evening as 'fun' in retrospect, so she decided alcohol was for dumb people and she was not dumb. Which of course did not help her popularity in school at all.

But that was then, and this was now. "Oh, you're a cop? That is kinda ... awesome. And bound to be useful, even here. You had hand to hand combat training and such?"

The blonde elf sat down cross legged on the bed, book open in her lap, and started to dig into the important passages, just as Cassie had suggested. When the general showed up, she looked up briefly, for the most past superficially listening in on their conversaion while most of her attention was on the written text in front of her. Oh my, oh my ...

What?

Had they just talked about goblin armies and catapults and ...

"Hey, wait a moment Cassie, wait ..."

Sandra jumped up, tucked the boock under her left arm while her right one grabbed the pair of boots the redhead had offered her. It was quite the comical sight how she rushed after the other girl, at the sime tme trying to walk, talk, and put on the footwear, mostly hopping on one foot while she tried to slip the respective boot on the other. But somehow - she herself was amazed at that - she pulled it off in very short order without falling flat on her face.

"Did the two of you just talk about goblin armies and catapult exercises and all ... Is this the prologe quest ... errr, no, not a game, silly."

By then she had caught up and fell in step next to Cassie, though the combination of heavy footwear and a thin silken robe might make her stand out even more now. "Could you please fill me in on what is going on here? With goblins, armies, catapults, the general ..."

She paused for a moment.

"Speaking of him. That general ... Who is the boss here, him, or the summoners?"

 

[JackHemingway]

Wyn Adceran stopped his mount Moonflame briefly, took out his water skin, and had another hardy drink as he looked around. It was midmorning, and they'd been gone from Oar's Rest for many miles and would soon be watering their horses at Amalricus Sackville. The village, such as it was, was little more than a caravan stop, but they'd received word they'd be joined by another 100 adventures and their cohorts for the battle rallied by Bluckan Richsteam. Now though, it was one long road flanked by forest on both sides and clouds with a looming storm. They might have to fight in the rain yet.

Perthag, his faithful retainer, the half-orc, rode up beside him and expressed concern. He replied, "Just tired, my friend. It was a long and vigorous night."

The half-orc laughed and made a crude gesture, and they continued until the early afternoon, which found them arriving at Amalricus Sackville. They were greeted by a sizeable disorganized rabble of adventurers hastily assembled in the empty field across from the village where caravans usually left their wagons. It looked like an army from antiquity with very little uniformity though it was there unintentionally.

The uniformity came from the fact that these were all the adventurers you began the game by generating a character. Some people just went with the samples, but most put plenty of work into their prize hero. That said, plenty of "ordinary" adventurers roamed the lands. Some were just abandoned and never fleshed out. In terms of the situation, he now found himself these characters lacking ambition or player imagination lived routine lives. So when a charismatic personality like Bluckan Richsteam, a bow master and well-known hero, called out for supporters for a cause, many came running.

They might have been amateurish brawlers, but they were much-needed help against an army of goblins and who knew what else. They'd hold a war council at the inn, march out soon after, and camp near the fortress. With some luck, they would prosper, but what happened after that would be up to the fates. Hopefully, he would see Braz again, and they'd meet in victory, not dying on a bloody battlefield together. That was the scary thing about having insight into the world around you. You knew how dangerous things really were.

 

[milkmaiden38]

O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?

The darkness of the night was giving way to the morning glow of dawn. Dark shapes became clearer and sharper as the light grew. Cassie took a moment to answer Aeliana and tell her what she was seeing.

“The general is in charge of defense... but who is really in charge I have no idea. It is not the summoners" Cassie said and then switched to answer her other questions

"We are in Fortress called Direhaven. Out there” Cassie pointed into the mud fields and surrounding forests “are thousands of goblins. Yes, the little green guys from fairy tales. They are short. But they have really sharp teeth and love to eat humans or elves or other goblins. I guess you can say they love to eat anything they can get their hands on to. Oh, if they capture you. They will torture you before they eat you. They are a fun sort.” Cassie explained sarcastically.

In this light, Cassie could see a bunch of men standing around a large catapult. Cassie walked over to them.

“Aeliana, a few bits of terminology” Cassie said trying to show off. “We are standing on a rampart, this” she slapped the stone wall with the square cut out next to her “is a parapet” She explained

Cassie explanation was interrupted by a “HARRUMPH” from an older soldier.

“Sergeant Tolfree, did you want to say something?” Cassie asked looking at the man.

The Sergeant walked over to them, his eyes glued on Aeliana “My fair lady, just for clarity, we stand on the wallwalk, the rampart is the mound of earth below the wall, the wall itself is called a parapet, and the rectangular gaps or indentations in the parapet are called embrasures or crenels.”

“Thank you for the clarification” Cassie said to the Sergeant with a smile. Then she looked back at all the men around the catapult. They were all staring at Aeliana. “Men are so fickle! That was me a few weeks ago.” She thought to herself.

“Ok… let me explain how to load and fire the catapult. Then each of you will load it yourself and fire the weapon. Then you will go back and train your unit to do it. SO PAY ATTENTION!” Cassie yelled trying to get the men to look at her and not Aeliana. The yelling seemed to help.

“What is that?” Aeliana asked pointing at the edge of the forest.

Aeliana must have had extra good eyes because Cassie did not see it at first. But then one of the men yelled out. “Goblins!”

Cassie could just make them out. They were up to their necks in mud, and slowly retreating back to the forest.

“They tried to attack last night. But the mud was too deep” One of the men reasoned.

“By the nine hells!” Sergeant Tolfree cursed. Everyone was scared, Cassie could see it in their faces.

“Listen to me… where I come from, people like you fought a similar battle against great odds… and they won. It was such a great victory… they wrote a song about it.” Then Cassie started singing, and Aeliana joined in.

Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light,​

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?​

Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,​

O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?​

And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,​

Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.​

O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave​

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?​

Then Cassie said to everyone “As long as those banners are still streaming” She pointed to the banners flying over the fortress “We still have a chance. Now let me show you how these weapons work”

 

[Cherubian]

This was just surreal.

There she was, standing on some rampart ... wallwalk ... WHATEVER ... in this strange and distant and anachronistic world, and she was singing 'The Star Spangled Banner' at the top of her voice to inspire the troops.

It took a bit of a strain on Sandra's self discipline not to burst out laughing during her performance, more so as she grew up in a generation which saw the concept of patriotism and all its attached symbols - and a national anthem definitely qualified as such - far more critical than earlier generations. But she managed to remain serious, her voice not faltering, as she also realized why Cassie did this, and that it was in fact important that those soldiers kept their hopes up.

When they were done, though, she could not resist to lean in and whisper into Cassies ear 'And what will you tell them when they start asking what rockets and bombs are?'.

She had registered how the men all looked at her. That was something she still needed to get used to, and until she did that were a lot of gentle strokes for her previously rather frail ego. It felt good. But it also was not helpful when her new best friend wanted to teach them something vitally important. Speaking of vitally important, there was still that tome tucked under her arm. So she added to her whispering.

'But I better go, so you can train them without distraction. I'll try to read up on this demon thingy so we - I - can get the jump on Prexir before he realises that he doesn't have me enthralled'.

Following up on her announcement she departed the way they had come. Only when she was out of sight she realized that cassie had not shown her her room as she had been asked to. So with no particular place to turn to she simply returned to the labratory turned orgy site they had met. On her way she passed the General who still wore a grim if somewhat satisfied expression. His talk with Prexir apparently had not gone too badly. She gave him a brief firendly greeting and continued.

Once at her destination she pulled up a chair, sat down at the table Xeg had bent her over earlier, opened the 'Tome of Vile Darkness, Volume II' at the section on demon summoning, and began to read.

She skimmed the most technical parts to get a good overview quickly, and indeed, after about half an hour she had a general idea. This talisman she had seen was indeed the key. THey must have trapped a demon inside. There was only one demon per talisman (apparently they were solitary buggers that did not get along well with each other) and they needed a separate demon for each victim controlled. So the summoners must have another pendant for Cassie. Whoever held the talisman controlled the victim.

Destroying the talisman frees the demon, who then will likely do nasty things to whoever bound him. Sounded like a plan to her. Until she read that there also might be unforseen ... side effects. That did not sound as good. Maybe a bit more caution in freeing Cassie from her posession was advised?

Either way, the first order of business now must be to acquire both talismans - in particular Cassie's - before the summoners realize their jig was up. Her hunch told her they were both with head honcho Prexir.

So she hid the tome in the best hiding spot she could find on short notice: behind the cupboard. Then she set off to find the man. She had no idea where to go at first, but some very helpful male servant was eager to give her directions, and five minutes later she was at the entrance of his study. The door still stood half open, and the man was sitting in his chair, brooding, his back to her.

Sandra knocked on the door frame as she stepped into the room, and addressed him with "Can we talk?"

 

[milkmaiden38]

Prexir

Prexir's chair turned around when he heard Aeliana's voice. His sad and tried face, changed as he looked at Aeliana. She watched as his face darken with rage. “Stupid General… HE IS A BACKWARDS HILL BARBARAIN!” he growled at Aeliana. “He threatened to cut off all our cocks, for the sex we just had!”

Prexir seemed to calm down, as he realizing that if anyone heard him say that, the General might cut off his head!

“It takes evil to defeat evil. They don’t fight fair… and we can’t either. We can’t win this battle… we can’t fight this foe, without my magic!” His eyes now focused on Aeliana “You and Cassie will win this battle for us. The general will see your value and then… he will understand MY VALUE!” Prexir finished his monolog and smiled at Aeliana “What can I do for you?”

 

[Cherubian]

"You can get the demon out of Cassie's head" Sandra replied, rather direct. Why beat round the bush.

She had considered to take Prexir into a choke hold immediately and to pat him down for the talismans, but after hearing his monologue maybe a slightly more diplomatic approach would be better? If she could get him to cooperate - he was the local expert on the matter - this would be easier?

So after she made her demand, she stepped into the room and began to walk towards the scholar. Although her pose was not particularly threatening, Prexir sensed something was up. So his hand quickly dug into his robe, retireved a pendant, brandished it like a priest trying to banish a vampire, and sternly commanded "Stop!".

"Ehhhmmm, boss, I'm still in here ..." he heard the almost apologetic voice of the demon he had imprisoned. The demon certainly did not hold him in high regard, but currently Prexir was the one in charge, and so he did his best not to piss him off more than necessary.

The scholars face fell. "WHAT?"

"You see .... I literally couldn't get into her head. And then you were so busy fucking her face I did not want to ruin your mood and ..."

He was at a loss. So, kinda, was Sandra, who had only heard one half of the conversation. She had stopped and examined the older man curiously. Despite her annoyance she sounded concerned "Everything all right with you?"

Prexir took a step back, untill his legs hit the edge of the table. Reflexively he started to raise the pendant again, but then remembered that this was pointless and dropped his arm.

"How ...?" Incredulously he looked at the gorgeous elf opposite him, eyes wide. His fear was largely replaced with scientific fascination. "How could you resist that?"

"It's a long story you wouldn't believe anyways. Or .... understand" Sandra shrugged her shoulders. It would take a while to even explain to the guy what a computer was, and that was not why she was here.

Instead she extended her right hand, palm up. "Hand over Cassie's pendant. Please."

Prexir did not move, but his gaze briefly darted to his left breast pocket. That was all Sandra needed. It almost seemed like the world around her slowed down as she lunged forward, her left hand batting the old scholar's attempts at defense away, while her right one dove right into the pocket, found something that felt metallic and solid and star shaped, and pulled it out. It was indeed an lmost identical copy of the first talisman, only this ones pulsating light was of a dark purple. Prexir wanted to protest, but then slumped in defeat, sitting hunched over on the table. "We had to..." He mumbled "There was no other way ...."

Triumphantly raising her trophy she stepped back. "Now I have read some nasty things will happen if I smash this thing. But we both don't want that, do we?" That got his attention, his head snapped up and studied her every move intently.

Her mien softened. "What do you even need those vile things for?" Her tone became a bit more agitated. She was not great at holding speeches, or thwarting a person's mind, but she had to try. "Enslaving people like that? Have you watched Cassie? She is out there working her ass off to save this castle and everyone inside, and definitely not because of what you did to her. Rather, despite of it, because that's the kind of person she is. This ..." Now she brandished the talisman "... isn't helping. All it does is annoy and distract and HURT her. It is unworthy of you ..."

Enough stick, how about a bit of carrot. She exhaled, and began to smile. "You know, if you help me to rid her of that bugger in her head ..." Spontaneously she opened the belt of her robe and pulled it apart, presenting her full frontal nudity to him once more. "You can have me again. Without any dark magic. Just because I want to." That ... felt kinda cool, actually. Having the figure to pull off that kind of stunt.

Right then there was a nudging sensation from the pendant she was still holding, a bit like the vibration alarm of her smartphone, and a subservient alien voice asking her "And who are you?"

 

[milkmaiden38]

Prexir

The lust in Prexir eyes sparkled as he viewed Aeliana’s beautiful body. He was tempted, so very tempted, but then he closed his eyes and turned away from her.

“I have not recovered yet from our earlier activities” he said. It was partial true, but the general’s threat may have been the primary reason. No man wants to lose his cock!

“Aeliana, I wish I could help you and Cassie. But I’m not sure I can. Let me explain how we got to this point. The goblins and their allies are strong and have defeated out best fighters. The king of this land asked me, and my fellow summoners to consulted the great oracle. The oracle, which is a spirit, stated we still have a chance to win the war. But the champions would not be from our world, but from another. A world where technology is common and magic is not. These champions would know of both.” Prexir explained.

“My fellow summoner and I argued over that last part, how can people from a world with no magic, know magic? Nevertheless, we needed help. We decided to use the calling stone. Cast the great spell and we brought the first champion to our world. Wyn Adceran. He was a great fighter. However, he departed and went off on adventures.

We learned from our mistake and when we called our second champion, Cassie, we implanted a demon in her head. The idea was mine. It is the same magic used to place a demon inside a sword or other object. Once inside a person and with the talisman, we knew Cassie would stay and fight for us. There was a worry with all the champions called to our world that they may not fight the goblins because they may be angrier at those that called them.” Prexir said the last part and looked towards the floor.

“We had not figure out a way to remove the demon once placed. We could try an exorcism, but once the demon was free of the body, it would attack us. If you fight off the goblins, then myself and my fellow summoners can research a solution to this magic puzzle.” Prexir suggested

“In the meantime, Aeliana, with the talismans, you can control Cassie. I warn you. Demons are spawned in the Infinite Layers of the Abyss. Demons are the embodiment of chaos and evil — engines of destruction barely contained in monstrous form. They possess no compassion, empathy, or mercy, they exist only to destroy. The demon inside of Cassie will try to trick you, be very careful in your dealings with it”

Prexir turned to face Aeliana again, with his eyes open. Her open robe reminder him again of what he had not taken advance of. It urged him to say one more thing.

“Also, if you could ask the general to lift his order about sex… I would love to pleasure you again” Prexir said with a lusty look in his eyes.

 

[Cherubian]

"That, oh yes ..."

Sandra had listened to Prexir quite intently once he had started spilling his guts. It was quite the instructive monologue all in all. And while doing so she ahd all but forgotten that she was still standing there spreading her robe wide and presenting her tits and slit to him on a silver platter. As the realization hit her she quickly pulled the garment close again and began to tie the cloth belt. She looked a bit embarrassed as she did so.

"That ..." she began again "... as I already said, is a reward for you after you have freed Cassie from her demon. Until then, I am afraid you will have to resort to the memory of this moment and your healthy hands. Once you succeed though, I'll dare that general to tell me whom I can and can not fuck." This might have been a bit of showboating, since she did not yet even know what kind of person that general was, and, more importantly, what kind of influence he held. "So you better start thinking about a solution to that problem."

Before she got a chance to embarrass herself again she quickly turned around and left the chamber. Briefly she focused on the talisman and sent a mental command "Tell Cassie that she is no longer under the command of the scholars. I got her cute ass now." Darn, hopefully that did not come across the wrong way....

So ... what next?

Well, there was a battle upcoming. And, in theory and according to her stat sheet she should be a one woman wrecking ball. But ... a bit of actual practical experience could not hurt. Like Neo she'd prefer to have her 'I know Kunf-Fu' moment in a safe training environment. Plus, she needed some real weapons, and mabe something other to wear than that flimsy robe?

So up the stairs she went until there were once again windows that allowed daylight to shine through. Then she followed the most promising sounds and soon stepped out into the castle's court yard, Right next to a squad of sparring soldiers.

Exactly what she needed right now, wasn't it?

"I would call you sorry bunch a group of hatstands if that weren't an insult to all the well manufactured hatstands doing their duty without complaints"

Sandra looked to the side to see a grizzled old drill seargeant yelling at the recruits, apparently unhappy with their performance.

"You think the goblins out there give a rat's ass that you'd rather be home with mommy than fight for your lifes?"

Oh well, what a charming individual. It still couldn't be helped, she was here for a reason.

"Umm, excuse me, Sir ..." she addressed the man in a girlishly innocent way as she approached him "With the goblins out there preparing to attack us and all ... I though it'd be a good idea to get a bit of fighting practice. Am I in the right place for this?"

 

[milkmaiden38]

Drill Sergeant

The grizzled old drill sergeant slowly turned to face Aeliana. He was taller and bigger than the elf, by quite a lot. At first he was annoyed that this weak elf was interrupting his training. But then his eyes twinkled with glee as he was going to enjoy showing these men what a skilled fighter was capable of against a weaker and smaller opponent.

“Everyone, stop training!” He ordered “Watch me fight this elf!” He said.

“My name is Aeliana” Aeliana offered in a friendly way

“Sergeant Jarvan” The older name replied to her. Then he looked at the men in the circle “Aeliana is much bigger than a goblin, and stronger, but the techniques I will demonstrate could save your life”

“Do goblin’s have tits like her!” One man asked, but the question was answered with the threatening glare from the Sergeant.

Jarvan he strode to one of the two weapon/armor racks in the yard. He grabbed a spear and a thin, but strong chainmail shirt. The armor would be snug. But he thought it would fit. It would not only protect her, but also highlight her massive chest.

"Put this on." He said as he offered the chainmail to Aeliana.

 

[Cherubian]

"But ... should I really ...?"

Sandra was at a bit of a loss. She was still wearing only that knee length silk robe and Cassie's boots. It looked like the armor had some amount of padding, but certainly was designed to be worn over an undergarment. So ... should she really combine that martial piece with her robe? That would look a bit silly, wouldn't it? The sargeant's gaze grew increasingly stern and impatient with every passing second, and so with a resigne sigh she accepted the piece.

It felt heavy in her hand, and even more so once she started donning it. Which, due to her unfamiliarity, took some time. Figuring out all the straps included.

"Unfortunately the goblins will not do you the favor of getting caught half-dressed ..." the seargeant joked, to the amusement of the assembled recruits.

Finally she was finished. The thing was no longer just heavy, it felt almost suffocating to wear it, like a leaden straight jacket. A very snugly fitting straight jacket, as the approving looks of the soldiers made her aware. They kept quiet about it, though, their sergeant's last reprimand still fresh in their mind. And the spear in her grip was a foreign object to her. Maybe she should have spread her weapon skill points a bit more evenly?

Already Jarvan raised his shield and approached. "The spear has a longer reach than the sword" he began to leacture even as he readied his practice sword. "But it requires two hands to be wielded effectively while a sword fighter can resort to his shield to bridge the gap, like this ..."

He came in, trying to bat her weapon away while his sword homed in on her volnerable flank. That spear was not of much use to her, and it felt as if the chainmail was literally dragging her down, but again time slowed down and somehow she managed to duck to the side and bring that wooden stick between herself and the approaching sword.

Jarvan seemed slightly irritated that his weapon had not connected yet, but did not comment on that, instead continuing his assault. Repeatedly Sandra managed to fend him off, albeit only by a hair's breadth on several instances. Their small audience certainly seemed to enjoy the show as she started to sweat and slowly retreated in a circular pattern, but at least she had not been hit yet, and the sergeant's irritation grew. "You are fast, but your technique is miserable" her muttered so quietly only she could hear it "it is only a matter of time". And Sandra knew he was right. She had to do something about it, and thinking once more about that character creation sequence she knew what.

"This won't do!" she boldly declared as she took a step away from her opponent, gestured him to halt - thankfully this was sparring and he obeyed her request, mostly out of surprise and curiosity it seemed. With the pause she was given she quickly began to undo the leather straps she had so meticulously fastened just a few minutes ago, and soon she handed that burden back to one of the soldiers. That felt much better. Liberating.

"Girl, if you don't put that armor back on this will hurt." For emphasis Jarvan raised his blade, but did not interfere. In his opinion everyone was entitled to make her own mistakes. And suffer for them. Those were the best learning experiences.

"I will get hurt if I keep wearing that thing a moment longer" came her immediate retort. Once she was out of the armor there was an entirely new quality to how she perceived her surroundings. It had been there before, but it took that heavy iron wrap to make her aware of it, apparently.

While she was at it, she also walked over to the weapon rack, deposited her spear and picked one of the wooden longswords. That felt much more fitting in her grip. Surprisingly familiar. On a hunch she grabbed a second one with her free hand. As ready as she could be, she turned back to the seargeant.

"The Elven lady now will demonstrate to us the high art of the Dimachaerus" Jarvan teased her. Apparently he was not really expecting a demonstration of 'high art' after her prior performance."

"Ready when you are" she merely invited him. She never had fought like this before, but there was sound confidence in her now, the reason of which she could not pin down.

Jarvan approached and executed a precise and fast strike combination. Muscle memory she did not know she had kicked in and her twin blades effortlessly parried his attacks as she lightly danced around him. Yes, this was much better. Another attack, another easy defense. The seargeant's irritation moved to genuine surprise, seeing how effortlessly his attacks were thwarted. On his third attempt she did not merely defend, but seized an opening he presented to tap the edge of one of her swords against his exposed neck.

The half a dozen soldiers around them fell silent. It had been a while since one of them had landed a hit against their instructor. And it was not a stroke of luck. During the next two exchanges Sandra again penetrated the old man's defenses. By now the two pieces of wood felt like extensions of her hands. Like she had merely forgotten for a short while how to wield those swords, and now she had remembered. That was what she had come here to do, and she had no intention to embarrass Jarvin any further.

"Thank you for your time, Seargeant Jarvan" she therefore declared with a polite bow. "Your lesson has been very helpful" There was no trace of mockery in her voice, since her staement was genuinely sincere.

The old solder did not think much of women, especially women who thought they could fight. He also did not think much of Elves. But he was a man who was accepting facts when he saw them. And this slender elf girl in her nightgown most certainly knew the high art of the Dimachaerus.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Jarvan

“Lady Aeliana” Sergeant Jarvan barked a little too much like an order. He did not mean to do that, so his next set of words were softer “You do me great harm, and compromise the training of these men!”

“What?” Aeliana asked not understanding his meaning.

“You bested me three time, and discredited me in front of these young lads.” Jarvan pointed out.

“Oh, that was not my intent” Aeliana said in her defense.

“I understand, however, the harm has been done. There is a simple way, you can repair this damage” Jarvan suggested

“How?” Aeliana asked

“If you would be so kind as to best each of these men, it would show them what a skilled fighter can accomplish, regardless of size and gender, and it would restore their faith in me their instructor” Jarvan explained. “Oh, and since your skill is so great, might I suggest, you fight two at once?”

“Make it four at once and you have yourself a deal” Aeliana replied with a smile.

 

[Cherubian]

Jarvan, a few recruits, and Sandra

There was only the faintest twitch in his facial features, but besides that if Jarvan was surprised at her upping the ante like that he did not show it.

"I trust you are a good judge of your abilities." he merely commented before turning towards the man. For a few silent seconds he mustered then, right hand stroking his greyed beard as he did, and finally he made up his mind. "Marcus, Pelthas, ..." he pointed at each of the men as he called out their names "... Norman, Vieren, you four."

As they were named, each of them stepped forward and by the end they formed a loose circle around the elf. The seargeant nodded, then stepped away. "Let the sparring begin."

Immediatey the quartet raised their weapons and began to circle Aeliana. Clearly jarvan had picke what he considered the best of the fighters present. They had seen her best their instructor, and so they took their time waiting for an opening, everyone hesitant to be the first one to attack - and most likely be smacked by one of these wooden swords. Sandra in turn remained stationary, both weapons at the ready, as she followed their movements. Again she was amazed at the hidden qualities her new physical form unearthed. Somehow she was able to precisely know what each of them was doing, even the one she could only watch out of the corner of her eye and the one behind her back. Like she had a sixth sense of spatial battelfield awareness. And the two practice swords she was holding, it felt like they were entirely independent entities. She remembered that once she had read that her kind of fighting style took a lot of training to master - no surprise there - but once mastered was in fact the best option when facing multiple melee opponents. Now she began to fully understand why.

Since she did not take the initiative, eventually one of them gave what he considered a subtle signal, and then two of them came at her from opposite sides. Knowing exactly what to do her weapons deflected both blows simultaneously, and then she took advantage of the gap in their formation, sliding past one of her attackers and delivering a telling blow to hsi stomach as she did. Immediately she whirled around, the three remaining combatants now all in front of her. And she did not give them the time to regroup.

Sidestepping to the left she was on the leftmost of them in an instant, her twin weapons easily overwhelming his defense, and once he was down the rest was ... a mere formality.

As the four regrouped for round two Sandra could not help but feel elated. Yes, this was a dire situation, trapped in an alien world in a stranger's body in a castle likels soon to be overrun by a wild goblin horde. But that new body of hers ... it felt just amazing. How she had ... danced ... among them, the skill and precision she could wield her weapons. Not to mention how steaming hot and sexy she was. This was so radically different from her former self. She felt truly empowered. And all of it just because of a bit of hacking?

Her reminiscing was cut rudely short by the same four recruits advancing for the second time. Her brief spell of absent mindedness gave them an initial advantage, but in the end they did not fare any better than before. Nor did they in round three.

"That is enough" the sergeant's voice echoes over the sparring area, and the quarted was only too happy to comply, wincing under the bruises even a practive weapon would inflict. Sandra relaxed, started to smile and turn her gaze towards Jarvan when she realized that the crowd - by now their fight had attracted about a dozen additional spectators - was staring at her in a rather strage, very intense way. Only then did she look down at herself and realized that her flimsy robe had shifted during that intense physical activity. The bottom part was hiked up, showing much of her toned legs, and the top was gaping wide showing so much cleavage it was a small wonder no nipple was exposed yet.

Under a visible blush she cleared her throat and pulled her light garment back into place. As much as she enjoyed wearing that silken robe, the item clearly had it's downsides. Hence she approached the seasoned instructor, handing him her two wooden swords. As she did she could not miss that he, also, had that hungry quality in his eyes, but there was something else, something she could not quite pin down.

"Seargeant Jarvan, I think I need something else to wear for the impending goblin attack. And some real weapon as well. Could you help me with that?"

His gaze lingered on her for another few silent seconds, and then his chin dipped in a nod. "Of course. If you would follow me." As he turned to leave he shouted at the recruit "And you all pair up and keep practicing your basic moves. You clearly need to."

Sandra fell into step behind him, following the seargeant into the castle proper.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Jarvan's sword

Jarvan led Aeliana back into the castle and towards the main armory. It was a large room, with armor and weapon racks on all the walls, and two long racks down the middle of the room, with more weapons. There were lots of pikes and spears, but Aeliana could see maces, swords, and even a few lances mixed in. It looked a bit like a library, but instead of books, there were weapons and armor.

There was two men, sharping weapons in the middle of the room. They both looked up and then stood up as Jarvan entered.

“Otto and Hans, I need you to get my family’s swords.” Jarvan ordered them. They both nodded and went into a side storage area.

“You can select any weapon or armor you wish in here.” Jarvan said to Aeliana “However, before you make a final decision, let me show two very special weapons first” He asked

The two came back into the room, carrying a wooden crate.

“Place it here” Jarvan asked. The men put the crate down in front of Aeliana. Then they opened the crate with an iron crowbar. Pulling the lid off. Aeliana looked inside the crate and it revealing the straw encased contents within.

The men paused a moment.

“I’ll take it from here” Jarvan told them. “Go outside and gets so fresh air” He suggested. They walked off, with a few backward glances at Aeliana's beautiful form.

With care, Jarvan lifted the sword from the crate. To the untrained eye it simply looked like a long, very old sword in a highly decorated sheath.

“This masterwork sword has been in my family for 200 years” Jarvan said. He pulled the blade out. It had a long, straight blade made of woven steel held by a grip wrapped in royal blue snake leather. Both side of the blade were razor sharp, with a thick part near the hilt. It made the weapon ideal for both parrying and slicing your enemies.

“The blade is made from folded steel. Its forging marks, these sharp flowing flames here” he pointed out “are an indication that there are over thousand folds in the blade. Made by a very fine sword smith at that time” Jarvan explained. “This sword had seen countless battles and slain every enemy that stood in its path. When I look closely at the blade, I see a hint of deep red to it, the blood of my family’s enemies soaked into the steel.”

He reached into the crate again and pulled out a “short” sword. The thick, curved blade was made of a strange blue metal is held by a grip wrapped in brown bear leather.

“This weapon is also a masterwork sword, but not as high quality as the first blade. However, it is the prefect weight and size, if you wish to fight with two weapons in close quarters.” Jarvan explained. “They are the finest weapons I can offer you. If I had your fighting skill, it would be my dream to wield these two weapons in battle.”

Aeliana looked up from the blade’s into Jarvan’s eyes. She saw respect in his eyes.

“Such a fine woman, deserves fine weapons.” Jarvan explained and added “I might not deserve it, but I too wish for a taste of fine things” he said as he looked Aeliana up and down. “Perhaps you can make my dream come true as well?” He asked

 

[Cherubian]

"May I?"

Sandra was genuinely awed by the enormity of the gift offered to her. Did Jarvan really donate these two family heirlooms to a stranger he had met less than an horu ago? Not only were they heirlooms, but also truly the masterpieces of a very talented smith's long career. She might not have had any clue about swords yesterday, but she could tell that now by merely looking at them.

"Of course ..."

Dejected, his lustful dream turned request derailed for the moment the seargeant presented her both wepons grip first. Slowly, carefully, deferentially her slender fingers closed around the leather, and finally she lifted the pair in the air. Jarvan had not exaggerated, they both were indeed perfectly balanced. And she could feel how sharp they were, in particular the long one. As she stepped back and took a first practice swing it was as if the air itself was cut in half. And there was more she sensed, some subtle touch to the steel. Probably just another fragment of lore imparted to her during her transformation. There was some kind of magic to the longer weapon. No spectacular enchantment that could make it burst into flames, return when thrown, or - gods beware - force annoying conversations onto her. But if a craftsman truly poured its soul into an item, in this world something could linger. And this something, over time - a very long time - could grow. More so the more eventful the items history was. Which definitely was the case here. As far as she could tell it ensured that this master piece would never break, and its edge would never dull.

"Does it have a name?"

As Jarvan had already mentioned, the shorter weapon, although a fromidable piece by itself, paled in comparison to its longer counterpart. It also was a bit short of the ideal length for her, but that was due to her freakishly hacked stats she guessed. For any fighter without perfect ambidexterity his assessment was correct. The pair was indeed the perfect combination for two weapon fighting. And whatever she might gain from finding a longer weapon would be lost twice over by its lacking quality.

Still perplexed by the older man's generosity she finally placed the two swords back into their sheaths.

"I will never be able to repay such a gift ..."

Or wait, there was something. Her mind, freeing itself from the enchantment like fascination that present had exerted over her remembered his talking about the taste of fine things. And he most definitely deserved as much. She might have suggested to do this properly after the battle when they had all the time they wanted, but ... they might no longer both be alive by then. A scary thought that indeed her life might end tonight. So scary that she quickly brushed it away and focused on a more pleasant topic.

With a mischievous grin she stated. "I also still need something to wear into battle. It has to be light, ideally a simple tunic of rubust fabric." Already she undid the belt of her robe and began to pull it apart. "Anything heavier than that and whatever protection it might offer will be more than counteracted by the way it will slow me down." She did not bother to explain how exactly, as she still did not understand this phenomenon completely, and Jarvan could probably make little sense out of the term 'Monk Unarmored Defense'.

The thin robe slid off her shoulders and down her arms, pooling on the ground behind her and leaving her all naked except for Cassie's boots.

"So shall we find out which piece will fit me best?"

 

[milkmaiden38]

Jarvan

"I will have to take some measurements" The old Sergeant said as he grabbed a measure tape and approached her. He was intensely aware of her smooth, clean, skin and wonderful floral body smell as he stepped close to her and measured her arm.

His fingers brushing ever so lightly on her soft arm. She could feel goosebumps all over her body by the time his fingers touched her well-rounded shoulder. Standing behind her, Jarvan measured her shapely neck.

"What kind of neck cut do you want?" He asked

"V" She said, and she was surprised how turned on she was getting by his gentle touches.

He loosened the tape in an approximation of neckline, as the back of his hands brush along one of her nipples. A thrill ran down her body, tingling right down to her pussy. Instinctively Aeliana's legs opened wider as she felt a heat building in her pussy.

"Is this deep enough?" he asked as he held the tape between her tits, his knuckles were pressing lightly on her breasts. She felt her breathing get heavier.

"Deeper", she ordered

He inserted his finger and the tape a few inches inside her cleavage! His touching her bare skin, right between her hot breasts had him rock hard. Aeliana could not believe she heard herself saying, "Deeper" again.

“Oh, it will be as deep as I can make it” Jarvan growled

"Yes, that is good!" She replied in a hoarse whisper. Her pussy was super turned on, flooding with juices. She didn't know when she had been so excited before in her life. Something about this world, or her new body, increased the intensity of her sexual feelings. Nobody had brought her to a boiling point, so quickly with just a few deft touches and caresses.

Jarvan leaned in and kissed her passionately “The next measurements, I’ll need to use another measuring stick” he told her as his pant fell to the floor. His cock jutting out, and rubbing against her hip.

“I might need to take a series of measurements… like over and over” He warned her as he moved his cock towards her pussy.

 

[Cherubian]

Sandra nods obediently. "You better be extra thorough, since that armor piece has to fit very well to put my breasts on ... err, to properly protect me from harm." Or rather, not encumber her.

She was putty in the man's hands right now, and she knew it. He could ravish her in any way he wanted, and she would be fine with it. There was such an enormous appeal to letting her guard down and ceding control, like before when Xeg had bent her over that desk without even asking her permission. Her pussy ached for its next filling of cock.

The seargeant gently placed his heavy hands on her bare shoulders and guided her backwards, until her shoulder blades touched the rough cold stone of the armory wall. His breathing was heavy in anticipation, and although he tried to maintain a calm facade his eyes were all over her.

"To get the best measuremant ..." His hads reached for one of her wrists each and lifted them upwards until they met over her head, with her arms outstretched "... you need to keep your arms like this." For emphasis his left hand wrapped around both her wrists and pinned then to the wall. He was standing so close to her now, her nipples brushed against his shirt and she could feel the heat emanating from his lust fueled body.

His right hand travelled downwards again, along her arm first, to take an extended break on her chest. Greedily he groped the mass of titflesh, lifted it, kneaded it, to her her squeal and whimper in delight. Sandra was beyond witty banter now, her need overshadowing everything. "Take me ... " she begged as she completely dropped the previous charade "Take me any way you want ..."

"Oh I will..." He finally let go of her udder, which elicited a disappointed sigh, only to reach down and lift up her knee. With her legs spread now, and her pussy easily accessed, he did not dally. Quickly his tip found her wet slit, and without hesitation he bucked his hips forward, driving himself into her.

Sandra threw back her head and groaned loudly towards the ceiling.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Jarvan

“Take it” Jarvan grunted as his cock pushed up and into her, her body driven hard into the wall.

"Oh, god." Aeliana shuddered

Jarvan was deep in lust and his eyes fogged over as he fucked her. He pressed her bent knee up as he slammed into her. It was like he was fucking her to some beat of music. Her big tits shaking from his thrusts, it was rhythmic.

“You love my cock, don’t you?” He grunted almost like he was angry

“Yesss” Aeliana moaned

He kissed her roughly, his tongue sliding into her mouth, teasing her, slipping out again. With one hand he held her jaw, bringing his mouth down and kissing her again. As he did, his other hand was bringing her leg around his waist. Then he moved her other leg around him. Aeliana used her raised arms to get a hold on to a metal bar.

His cock slammed into her wet, slutty pussy again and again. Drilling into her as he continued kissing her.

Aeliana’s back of her head knocked against the hard wall to his rhythm, but she barely noticed. He stopped kissing her as he watched her great tits bounce sharply with his thrusting.

"Harder!" she yelled.

Jarvan grunted and pounded her pussy even harder. Then he felt her pussy cumming as Aeliana moaned in pleasure. Without slipping out of her, he sat down on a storage chest, bringing her down hard on his cock. He folded her arms behind her back, keeping them pinned there with one of his hands. She rode his cock like that, with only her legs as leverage. With his free hand he squeezed her tits, sucking and biting her nipples.

"That's it." he said. "Ride my cock."

He slid his hand down and smack her ass. When she moaned louder, he smacked it again.

"Fuck, yes. Again!" she yelled.

 

[Cherubian]

And again the seargeant's hand came down hard on her buttock, stinging her firm rear to stoke her arousal even further, sending her closer to her second orgasm.

Her legs kept working, lifting and dropping her onto that meaty pole wedged firmly insde her needy pussy. As she looked down at his ecstatic face over her bouncing breasts it became rather obvious how much he enjoyed being in control like this, restraining her, direction her movements and plundering her treasure trove at his leisure. Especially after he had not really been in control in the sparring pit as he was used to with his students. At first he had tested the waters, checking how far he could go, and now that he thought he knew ...

His fingers locked down even firmer around her wrists. "Yes, keep working my cock ... little whore." There had been a notable hesitation before the last bit, as if he was still not sure he coudl dare go that far, but Sandra did not slow down one bit. He wanted to dirty talk her? Fine with her, and even if it wasn't she was so close again she would not care right now.

Up, down, up down up .... "Ahhhhhhhh ...." She threw back her head, glossed over eyes admiring the rough stone hewn ceiling as she orgasmed again. That did not stop her from moving, instead she chose to literally ride through her climax, desperately trying to prolong that experience, and about halfway through she felt how his hot seed flooded her womb fiercely. Quite the load he was spurting into her.

Eventually, though, it was over, and spent she collapsed onto him, her breasts coming to rest on his uniform coat, his piece still inside her. Exhausted as they both were they remained silent for almost a minute, only their slow breathing to be heard in the room.

"That was a most exquisite experience" he finally broke the quiet, his composure restored. "I shall look forward to ravishing you again." His left hand found its way to her bare right buttock and gave it a possessive squeeze.

"Maybe ..." was all that she could bring herself to say. Is everyone in this castle just seeing her as their fuck doll. Well, guess that is what 'Very Attractive' got her. "Now I think it is time we find some armor for me, though. I trust you have taken sufficient measurements?"

As she finally pushed herself up again she added.

"Oh, and I think I've changed my mind ... I don't want a V-cut neckline."

 

[milkmaiden38]

Jarvan

After a few minutes Jarvan returned with a few light weight, but strong, mail shirts, with no "V" necks. He also brought some tough leather armor.

“This is the best I can do” He stated. He watched as Aeliana tried on the different armor choices. Her body and the way it moved, was a joy to watch. “One more thing. I may not have been clear before, but the two swords are for you to use during the battle. I can think of no one more capable to use them. I also figure, none of us will be alive, after it anyways, but if we both live. I will want them back.” He told Aeliana.

“When will they attack?” Aeliana asked with a look of concern.

“Too much mud still, maybe, two days from now” He stated with confidence.

Cassie

Cassie walked into the armory with a big smile on her face.

“If you are through fucking around with Jarvan, Aeliana, the General wants to meet with us.” She said. She had no idea she had just made a pun.

“You talk like a street whore” Jarvan complained “How did the catapult training go?” He asked

“Great!” Cassie said still with a smile on her face. “You were right, I needed to repeat it three times. But they got it after that. I’m still worried, if they need to make repairs… or something else goes wrong during firing. But that is why I’ll be on the wallwalk… helping and advising”

Jarvan just grunted walked out of the armory to check on his training.

“Nice armor!” Cassie commented as Aeliana walked over to her.

High Prince Uze-Kaw

The goblin prince watched as the trolls threw down fur branches and then walked over the mud field with ease. This was happening far away from the fortress, in a test field.

"It works" He said aloud. He pulled out his magical war blade named “human gutter”.

"You will be drinking human blood tonight!" he said to his weapon. Then he turned to one of his aids. "Make ready to attack the fortress tonight!" He ordered.

 

[Cherubian]

Sandra and Cassie

Sandra shrugged her shoulders at Cassie's ironic comment. What she was wearing was originally intended as undergarment to the chainmal. A single peice of flexible and rather thin leather, short sleeved and reaching to about mid thigh. Also quite form fitting. And it did have a V-cut. Trying on any of the alternatives had given her a deja vu of what had happened during sparring.

"I know, it won't do much more than protect me from some abrasions. Or distract my opponents with my cleavage." she gave a shurg. "But anything heavier feels badly like a straigh jacket. Most be one of those Monk feats I took during character creation ..."

She closed the sword belt around her hips and sheathed both of the borrowed swords. "Lead the way then."

As she followed her new friend she tried to strike up some casual conversation, related to what just happened. "As sexy as you look you must be getting quite a lot of attention from the guys here." Well, she had witnessed it firsthand with the scholars, but what if Cassie was not compelled magically? "You're busy every night?" She gave a sly wink.

"And what about the general, he ever make a pass at you?"

Speaking about magical compulsions. "I also got this from Prexir". She briefly pulled out the charm and showed it to her friend before stowing it again. "So they can no longer force you to do their bidding."

 

[milkmaiden38]

The two women walked through the narrow fortress passageways towards the general’s office.

“Sex with the general?” Cassie almost laughed at the question. “I’ve been fucked by him, but not in a good way!” She paused a moment that was not really true. “That not really true, he has been fair to me. It just took a while to earn his trust.”

Then Aeliana explain she had control of the demon inside her head. “What? How?” Cassie ask not believe it was possible. She stopped walking and faced Aeliana.

Aeliana explained and show her the control amulet, she started to understand it was real.
“The demon has not been pushing me today. I did not why, but this is great news!” Cassie said “ah, thank you” She said as she gave Aeliana a big hug. Then they continued to walk to the general’s office.

“You know with the amulet we don’t have to stay for the battle. We could run away now” Cassie offered as a thought. “But I would not feel right about doing that. These people are mostly good folks. They need our help”

Aeliana did not get a chance to reply as they reached the office. The guard escorted them inside. The general had a large map of the castle on a table and was explaining the plan for defense. Also in the room was his second in command, prexir and Rex the troop commander.

“I’m glad you two made it!” The general commented a bit gruffly.

“Why are they here!” prexir gasped in fear “They are... unstable!” Unstable was the best word he could come up with, although he really wanted to say uncontrolled.

“Shut up, prexir or I’ll cut your throat” General said firmly. That seemed to stop anymore questions from anyone.

“The goblins will attack the main gate with a battering ram, and the walls with ladders. We have 500 men to defend. 120 are on the catapults. 80 will be a reserve force. That leaves 300. 200 will be on the walls. 100 to support resupply and messaging, etc. Rex will command the forces on the wall. Cassie the catapults forces, my second in command will defend the main gate. thoughts?” He asked everyone.

“What will I defend the gate with?” The second asked.

“The reserve force” the general answered. “I know, we really don’t have a reserve force”

No one asked anything else . Then Cassie spoke up.

“General I have a few questions.” Cassie asked

“Go ahead” The General provide permission for her questions.

“Can we use cooks and servants to augment the resupply force?”

“Battle is for fighters, not servants” The second answered. “They serve us, because we protect them”

“If we lose this battle they will die. they want to help in any way they can. I have already asked them.” Cassie replied

“Good idea, Cassie” The General agreed. Then he looked over to his second “The mages brought her in to help, I’d be stupid not to follow some of her ideas” he explained to the other men in the room.

“My catapult teams will focus fire on ladders and the ram. Also as I understand it, any leadership in the goblin ranks” Cassie suggested looking for the General concurrence.

“I agree with the first two, but why leadership?” The General asked

“I’ve been told goblins are pretty undisciplined normally, but this bunch is organized. I figure that is from their leaders. Knock them off, and they will fall back into a disorganized mess.” Cassie reasoned

“That is a good thought but wishful thinking. I think you will have your hands full with the ram and ladders. Plus the leader will stay out of range of your catapults until it is safe to approach.” The General countered

“Yes, sir. I will release the catapult men once we are out of ammo. They can become your reserve force” Cassie added.

The General nodded in agreement.

“Now, where should we put you?” The General asked Aeliana.

 

[Cherubian]

"Who, me?"

Sandra had followed the discussion intently, doing her best to pick up as much of the strategy as she could. It wasn't that hard to understand, after all, even without any military background of her own. Until she was asked to chime in.

"Umm..."

She bought a bit of time by studying the map and rubbing her chin in what she hoped woudl be interpreted as a thougthful gesture. In fact she did not have the faintest clue. Wasn't that general supposed to lay out the plan how she was going to save the day, like in every computer game she had played so far. Wait, this wasn't a game, remember that, girl.

Which didn't answer the question, and the eyes on her were either drifting to her tits or becoming increasingly impatient for a reply.

Then ... she had an idea. It might not be a great idea, but it was hers. Her mien immediately brightened up.

"I could fight on the wallwalk, or help defend the gate, but that seems a bit of a waste ... oh, not trying to sound arrogant here." she quickly added. "It's just putting me there a small number of regular soldiers could do the same." She turned to Cassie "But what you said about the leaders ..."

She studied the map with more intent now. "What if a very small elite force sneaks out before the battle even begins and hides somewhere ..." her finger wandered over the map "... there" Close to the road leading to the main gate and about three hundred yards from the castle was a small hill with some trees on top. "With the right camouflage gear it should be easy to hide in the treetops ..." she was really glad now she dumped all this points into stealth during character creation "... survey the battle, and once the army has moved past and is busy climbing the walls and battering down the gate we can come at them from behind and take out their leaders with a pinpoint strike."

Her head rose, her gaze wandering between the faces surrounding her to check out their reaction to her idea ... or was it a brainfart?

 

[milkmaiden38]

Cassie get caught!

As Aeliana finished stating her idea, no one said anything, they all were just looking her in shock.

“What? Brainfart?” Aeliana asked

That comment caused Cassie to laugh.

“What is a Brainfart?” Prexir asked, thinking it was some type of spell

“It is nothing” Cassie told Prexir. Then she turned to her friend “Aeliana, that might work, but it is suicide. You and your team will die. You can’t out run 3000 goblins.” Cassie explained.

“I will allow it.” The General ordered. “However, no more than three others… and they all must be volunteers. We will need to wait until the thick morning fog to move you into the trees. So you have a day to recruit your team” He told Aeliana. That ended the meeting.

Cassie and Aeliana tried to find some volunteers but had no luck. As the sun set, Cassie told Aeliana she was going to ask the soldiers on guard duty. She headed up to the wallwalk and approach a sentry, who had always flirted with her. The man’s name was Taltuf, and he was a good fighter.

“So, what do you think about love?” She asked the Taltuf.

“Love?” His eyebrows rose as his face softened. “Love is a beautiful thing” He replied as his eyes traveled over Cassie’s body. “Very beautiful”

“My friend needs help with a very dangerous mission. I would LOVE it, if you would volunteer for it.” Cassie asked.

“That mission is pure suicide.” He replied.

“Love is pure. Like the sun shinning on the crops giving them life. Like drops of rain in the desert, changing the barren land into green fields. We need as much love as we can get in this dark and twisted world.” Cassie commented. “How about I show you some love, and you volunteer?” She offered

“I like that deal” He answered with a big smile.

Cassie started to pull off her green armor. “Don’t tell Aeliana, I did this ok”

“Not a word” Taltuf replied, grinning ear to ear

Taltuf drank in Cassie’s beauty, as she became topless. Her flawless face, bright green eyes, and fiery red hair were gorgeous and stunning. As she pulled off her armor, she exposed her large chest and her slim waist. Aeliana’s body was even more voluptuous, but Cassie still had an amazing figure.

She pulled open Taltuf belt and then opened his legging. The man’s cock sprang out, hard as a rock. She caressed his chest, her index finger tracing between his pecs down to his abdomen. "You have big, strong chest…" She said as she dropped to her knees. Her desire was unhidden as her lips found his cock.

"I think there something between us", she whispered huskily. Her hot, wet lips closed around his big erection. She was impressed. He had a beautiful big cock. Thick with a nice, smooth head. He was so hard after seeing her tits. That always made Cassie feel good. With her mouth on his cock tip, gently kissing, mouthing, she used one of her hands to slowly stroke his shaft.

Taltuf’s cock twitched and throbbed in Cassie’s mouth. This made her feel good too. She began to trace her tongue over the thick vein running up the middle of his shaft. She used the wide part of her tongue to lick the shaft like a dripping ice cream cone, making sure to lick all sides. Then she turned her head sideways to stroke his shaft with her lips while flicking her tongue over it.

"Holy shit” Taltuf moaned as he watched Cassie pleasure his cock.

She then ran the tip of her tongue under the rim of the head of his dick several times, before giving the head butterfly flicks. Finally, she took the head between her lips, sucking it and swirling her tongue all around. He reached out and played with her tits and nipples as she sucked him off.

She began to bob her head slowly, taking just a little more of his dick into her mouth on each downstroke while using her tongue too. She took a few tries but she got his entire dick in her mouth. She held it there while her tongue swirled around the shaft. She then pulled her head off his cock, to catch her breath.

"Damn, Cassie." He gasped

She returned her mouth to his cock and began to rhythmically bob her head using her lips to have a wet, tight grip on his shaft. Each time she heard him breathe faster and try to control the tempo by thrusting himself forwards. This went on for a while, as Cassie did not want the pleasure to end too soon. Finally, however, she began to suck his cock faster, using her tongue more. His breathing got heavier and faster.

“OH YES” He moaned

Just then, he held tightly onto her head and thrust himself forward and she felt his cock convulse between her lips with the first wad of cum shooting into her mouth quickly followed by the second and third.

“MMMMM” is all Cassie said as she loved to feel a man pump his seed into her mouth. She swallowed his tasty cream.

Taltuf body suddenly stiffed as he saw a striking figure approach the two of them. Dressed in light material she had two swords on her side. It was Aeliana! He was worried, but what held his gaze was not her blades nor her direct movement to him, but her sizeable breasts that strained against the fabric of her attire. His eyes glued on the sight of her cleavage, which proving to be a distraction he was not equipped to handle. Even through he had just cum, his cock grew hard again.

“What is going on here?” Aeliana asked in questioning tone.

Cassie pulled her mouth off Taltuf’s big cock. “I found you a volunteer!” She confessed