Message-ID: <33866asstr$1007590205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <empath69@hotmail.com> From: "empath :{)" <empath69@hotmail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <F67EMlxvcMrimlq6vJ100015004@hotmail.com> X-OriginalArrivalTime: 05 Dec 2001 16:43:32.0800 (UTC) FILETIME=[F9DD6400:01C17DAB] X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Wed, 05 Dec 2001 13:13:32 -0330 Subject: {ASSM} "Safe Conduct" [Dancer] (MF oral magic giant humor) [2/?] Date: Wed, 5 Dec 2001 17:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/33866> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, dennyw Editor's note: And here's the second part of dancer's 'Errant Night' series - you'll be best served if you check out that story first. As always: - minors, scram. - people who don't like reading erotica, stop reading this newsgroup!?! - everyone else, enjoy! :D _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp <1st attachment, "SafeCon.txt" begin> Safe Conduct (MF, pett, oral, magic, giant, humor) Copyright Dancer 2001 The grass centered in the sacred stones wiggled then broke open. A slender set of fingers emerged cracked and caked with blood and soil, the nails shredded in jagged points. Another hand crept out. The pair clutched at the rim of ground, straining with tremendous effort to pull their owner out of the earth. The head and shoulders appeared and the arms reached farther, seeking better purchase. Torso, buttocks and legs followed as the naked, filthy woman dragged herself onto the surface, her chest heaving for breath. When her tiny feet were free, the hole in which she escaped closed, leaving no sign or scar of disturbance. Tawny-colored cat eyes narrowed and glittered, pink lips curled up in a snarl and a sickly, yellow-tinged aura enveloped the woman. "The Jaegreot and his bitch may have slowed me down," she hissed into the black night air. "But I have not yet begun to fight!" Trefalgar ========= Kirsten and Jaeg studied the outer perimeter of Trefalgar's crumbling defense, he the physical, battered stone wall and she the pitiful, magical shielding. Blood stained the dirt before them; the fresh patterns telling them something very hungry and extremely determined was plaguing this small hamlet. Kirsten placed her mouth next to his ear, whispering softly, "Jaeg, how do you feel about the undead?" "They should stay buried," he answered. "Can you sense what it is?" "Arboreal." Her voice lowered a notch and her warm breath teased the canal of his ear. "Get ready. It's in the tree branches above us." Fingers tensed as they tightened their grips on their blades. Jaeg waited for his compatriot to give the word for he had little knowledge of things that did not stay dead. The remains of a newly severed leg dropped from the canopy and landed beside his boot. "Don't. It wants you to move." He choked back the bile welling up at the back of his throat, commanding his foot not to kick out at the gruesome body part. A dark- skinned, gaunt hand with yellowed nails snaked across the toe of Jaeg's boot, paralyzing him but not Kirsten. Light flashed brightly in front of his face and he caught a glimpse of the creature. Cracked, bluish skin, pronounced cheekbones, matted hair and white, opaque eyes without iris. Pale lips pulled back and revealed a double set of inch long canines, clotted with human blood. "Druids are hard to come by these days," it growled in a hypnotic tone. "I believed the last of your kind was my most recent meal." The monster's thick tongue flickered over its teeth and licked away the globulin. "Delicious. Don't bother calling for help. There is none." Kirsten's brain scrambled through her memory, searching the data on undead. This one wasn't a zombie or treacle (a more powerful zombie-type), judging from its coloration and teeth. Double canines indicated either a vampyre or nosferatu but its non- reaction to her magical burst of light sent a shiver of dread up her spine. It was a unique; a beast so powerful none of the conventional methods for dispatching its kind would harm it in any way. "Why Trefalgar?" she asked, hoping it might give her a hint of what to do. "Every hamlet must have its haunting," it replied and ran its hand up Jaeg's calf. Kirsten bit the inside of her cheek to keep from shouting with glee. She knew the who, what, why, where, when and how. A Dane fan of the game, 'Baldohr Within' had published a quirky, choose-your-adventure offshoot where a player could take up a predetermined quest and, if successful, receive an ancient artifact bestowed upon him by the town's castellan. She'd played this particular adventure once via telephone with Reg Ulrich to help him work the bugs out before publication. Of course, her high-human priest Drago had died right after vanquishing the nosferatu but that was beside the point. The Rapier D'Sheark'nmaur had protection against life draining and that should be enough of an edge in the nearing battle. She leaped to her feet, wielding her sword expertly and beckoned it with a finger. "Let's do it." It unbent its knees slowly, glancing down at Kirsten's foot as her toe scuffed an inverted arc in the dirt. "You cross this rune, you die." It chuckled at her seemingly foolish gesture. "Will I? Twill be difficult for I am already deceased." It's gangly steps brought it closer to the mark until it halted suddenly and cringed. The sightless eyes widened and it rasped out harshly, "Bitch!" It brought its hands together and cast out a purple beam. The rune glowed bright red, then darkened as the monster's spell burnt it into oblivion. Kirsten rushed forward across the broken rune, slashing her blade along its bloated belly and skidding to a stop in front of Jaeg. She lashed backward with a foot, connected with the Berserker's chest and fractured the paralysis which held him. The beast clawed at her arm and her heart seized slightly at the attempt to steal her soul but she griped The Rapier harder, feeling the weapon's magics protect her. Swinging with determination, Kirsten severed its head from its body. Thick spurts of blood poured out of its neck as its bony fingers clutched at the dismemberment and the body-less head worked its mouth, calling out a last ditch spell. Mists gathered around the body and head, coalescing in a thick haze and enveloping the cadaver completely. The blue fog dissipated into many tendrils and melted into the undergrowth of the forest surrounding Trefalgar. Hauling him up by his tunic, Kirsten yelled, "Come on, Jaeg! We've got to follow the fog!" She ran pell-mell into the woods with her companion hurrying behind. "Decapitation didn't kill it?" Jaeg asked confused. "No," she panted out and used her Druidic skills to open a path through the dense undergrowth. "Normally, beheading would kill an undead but this one was way too strong. It's called up a mist to carry itself to its nesting site where it can rest and heal. We've got to get there before it and burn the place." The still air picked up, brisk winds swirling through the treetops and aiding the nosferatu's escape. Jaeg raked his eyes over the horizon, located the compact cloud and watched it spiral round an enormous tree trunk. "Kirsten, I think it's making a stand. Look." He pointed with the forged tip of his claymore toward the tree. "What now?" She shook her auburn locks and glanced over at him. "I don't know. A frontal attack might be the best course of action; attack it while it's weak." He nodded in agreement. "But undead are most dangerous when cornered and we don't know where it's nesting." "Keep it occupied," he replied. "I'll seek out its nest and destroy it." She opened her mouth to protest but he pressed a finger against her lips. "Shh and think. The beast has stopped. It won't lead us directly to its nest, instead, choosing to dig in here. Why?" He saw the gleam of understanding light in her eyes. "Because it's close enough to draw upon the healing power of its refuge." She grabbed the hilt of his sword and whispered softly. The heavy weapon began to glow mutely. "You'll need all the help you can get. I've bespelled your blade with fire to burn away evil and I want you to wear this." Reaching into the pocket of her robe, she withdrew a thinly banded bracelet and hooked around his thick left wrist. "It helps prevent paralysis." He covered her hand with his. "What about you?" "I'll be fine. One of my teachers taught me how to keep myself mobile." A flicker of movement caught their eyes. "Go," she whispered and gently squeezed his arm. The couple separated, Kirsten nearer to the monster and Jaeg away into the forest. Jaeg ==== The Berserker moved silently through the brush, alert to any sounds and prayed Kirsten would remain alive. She given him the knowledge of what to do but how should he know -when- he found the beast's den? The strong stench of rotting flesh and excrement assaulted his senses and bumps of fear appeared along his skin. For a brief moment, he couldn't step ahead but he gathered his courage and ordered his legs to move. Something passed over him with that single step, the pungent aroma dissipating. He swung his claymore behind his back and saw the area he stood in radiate a florescent, greenish color as the broadsword connected with the nosferatu's magics. 'This is its home,' Jaeg thought wildly and bared his jagged teeth. She told him they had to burn the monster's refuge but he carried no flint to strike a spark. His weapon tingled in his grip and the blade burned brightly with a white aura, almost singing with anticipation. Jaeg clutched the hilt with both hands, brought it high above his shaggy head and rammed the great blade deep into the earth. Kirsten ======= She fell onto her rump and panted heavily, hoping fervently that Jaeg had located the nosferatu's nest. It may have been still in fog form but even in that personification, it was more powerful than she was. A misty tendril circled one calf and wormed its way up her thigh, homing in on her ragged breathing. Lashing out with her Rapier, the swirl retreated momentarily before wrapping itself around the blade. It tugged hard and quick, jerking the sword from her limp and numbed fingers. She lunged after her weapon and snagged a thumb into the basket hilt, pulling with her last bit of strength to regain control. The mist crept forward and enveloped Kirsten, smothering her. She fought by pinching her mouth and nostrils shut and diving headlong into the belly of the beast. Without D'Sheark'nmaur by her side, she was utterly defenseless and it knew that. Her forward momentum forced the sword's handle painfully against her breastbone and she felt the cracking more than heard it. But now she held The Rapier with both hands and slashed at the surrounding fog. The ground surged beneath her feet as the creature solidified itself into humanoid form, trapping her within its abdomen. Its gnarled hands closed around her throat, the sharp nails puncturing the tender skin just under her chin. There was nothing she could do, dangling backward above the ground and her legs kicking futilely in the air. As its internal organs grew, Kirsten's ribs and pelvic bones crushed together. Weakly, she stabbed her blade into its chest in an effort to free herself from their bodies meshed state. It bent its face down to her neck and slithered its slimy tongue along the pricked flesh, tasting the blood trickling out of her wounds. She screamed like a banshee and raked her nails along its shoulders, slightly tearing the blue-colored skin. Putrid, musty breath assailed her nose as it bared its fangs and began lowering its curled lips to her throat. Just scant millimeters away from biting her, the nosferatu reared up and bellowed loudly into the darkness. An arc of white lightening shot from the sky and struck the creature in the face. Kirsten shrieked along with it as both felt the power imbue them through their connected bodies. The monster crumbled into nothingness and she dropped onto the forest floor with a painful thud. She took stock of her physical hurts, understood she was immobile and near death and wondered where Jaeg was before she slipped into unconsciousness. Jaeg ==== The black night burst into brightness as an immense lightning bolt streaked across the heavens and connected with the earth far from where he stood. He heard a mighty roar of pain, quickly followed by a higher-pitched shriek and Jaeg sensed Kirsten was badly wounded. For a moment, the Berserker hesitated, uncertain to take his claymore or leave it embedded in the soil. Concern for the Druid's safety won out and he abandoned his blade, tearing through the undergrowth with a speed that belayed his hulking size. Fear rolled in his gut. As he bolted through the forest he sent prayers to the gods for Kirsten's health and guidance to find her. He shoved aside a leafy fern and saw the tree the vampyre's mist form had surrounded. Close now, so very close. Jaeg barreled his way forward, knocking down anything in his path. As a sapling fell beneath his boot heels, he gazed at the crumpled heap of green and gold a few meters away and felt a heaviness weigh down his heart. He breached the distance and dropped onto his knees, lightly caressing her face with a hand. "Kirsten?" he whispered. She did not respond as he'd hoped and he assessed her body, seeing how her lower half lay crooked and broken. A brief moan reached his ears and he called her name. "How badly?" he asked, unwilling to move her. "Can't-feel-" Kirsten groaned and attempted to open her eyes. She managed to slit them and fluttered a hand weakly against his leg. "Town-" she whispered. "Find-Grove-" "Your legs are crushed, I think," Jaeg replied, shifting his knees in the dirt. "I'll have to carry you and it's going to hurt like a son-of-a-bitch." Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips crimson. "Need-Grove- to...heal. Can...Will-make-it." He saw her throat work as she swallowed and croaked out, "Give-me-sword...helps-pain-ease..." Jaeg looked around the area for The Rapier and found it near her feet, then picked it up and gingerly placed it across her belly. Mindful of the agony she must be feeling, he wrapped her right fingers around the hilt. She held the sword limply. It would have to be enough. He scooped one arm under her shoulders, leaned her face into his tunic and suddenly lifted her legs off the ground with his other arm beneath her knees. The immediate inhalation forced Kirsten to tighten her grip on the blade and Jaeg apologized for hurting her. "Don't talk. Run," she stated, her voice sounding stronger. And he did, his lengthy stride eating up the leafy loam. Tree limbs and bushes bent out of his way and he noticed that they were no longer brown and brittle. He harshly growled, "Stop using what little powers you have left to heal the woods. Conserve yourself." "Not me," she replied groggily. Trefalgar's stone wall came into sight and he quickened his pace, trying to hurry faster and not cause her unnecessary pain. With no time to enter through the gates, Jaeg threw a long leg over a low part of the wall, dragged his other leg over and walked directly into town. Kirsten gestured with her chin to a small stand of maple trees and said with growing excitement, "Jaeg, over there." She whimpered as her body was jostled in his arms when he broke out in a dead run. Skidding to a halt, Jaeg stared as the trees parted away from each other and opened a space wide enough for the couple to walk between. Stepping through, he expected something similar to the circle near the Maze but gaped at the enormous and opulent surroundings. It was like he walked into the Dragon Queen's throne room for a size equivalent. Grass covered where a marbled floor should be with several rounded tables and chairs organized about and a large bathing pool half-hidden by brush at the far end. Gawking shamelessly, he staggered across the grassy ground toward the pool and took in the fact there were no doors. Stairs leading this way and that exited and entered the main room, some going up and some going down. An impression of security and peace enveloped them. Kirsten sighed happily, then asked to be settled into the pool. He strode over, shouldered aside the lush cover and lowered his companion into the healing waters. Handing the Rapier over, Kirsten groaned with pleasure and slipped her whole body underneath the tepid liquid. After a minute or two, Jaeg started to worry and reached down, hauling the Druid back to the surface. "Afraid I might drown?" she inquired and pushed her dripping hair off her face. "Yes," he replied. "Are your legs healed?" Her head cocked to one side and her gaze was far away as she mentally inventoried herself. "The bones are knitting nicely but not as fast as I'd hoped. I think I need to be naked." She fiddled with the robes' ties and after several unsuccessful attempts at the soaked knots, her eyes pleaded for his help. The surest and fastest way to do this was to cut the material. Jaeg raised the tip of her Rapier and slid the razor sharp point under the knots, cleaving them apart. He trailed the weapon along her torso, slicing at every ligature he came across. She slowly removed her clothing and dropped the wet fabrics over the side until she was dressed only in the crystal clear water. Again, she went under the surface. All he could do was stare at her nudity, the lust-enticing pair of breasts bobbing like apples. Rising up, Kirsten seated herself back along one carved wall and wiggled her toes. "Definitely fully healed, Jaeg," she said with a smile. As he lifted the shirttail of his tunic, a pounding interrupted and he whipped around, scanning for an intruder. "By the gods-" he growled, bringing the sword up defensively. "Someone's knocking," she informed the Jaegreot and snagged a corner of his tunic. "Give me your shirt! I can't greet anybody in the buff!" He knitted his brows in confusion. "'Buff'?" "Hel-LO! Naked" she responded, grabbing the edge of the pool and hauling herself to her feet. Jaeg gazed at the water droplets falling from her taut nipples and the dew clinging to her nether hairs. The pounding resounded through the main chamber once more and Kirsten begged, "Please, gimme your shirt." "No," he stated and crossed his arms over his broad chest. "There is no shame for you to feel, Kirsten," he amended. "Whoever seeks entry will understand." Jumping lightly over the side to the grass, she replied, "No they won't. They'll think you and I hid in here to do the nasty." The new word was lost on him but he stood his ground. "And wearing my tunic will not give this person the idea that we are lovers?" She bellowed like a she-cat, propelled him out of her way and stalked from the room, muttering curses. He walked to where they entered the Grove and found a dead end. The walls were solid before him, without an aperture. The knocking resumed and he shouted, "Hold! You need wait for the Druid in residence!" Muffled voices came to his hearing through the barrier and Jaeg continued to stall. "She was wounded severely in battle!" An echoing voice called out, "THE...MONSTER...IS...DEAD...?" "YES!" he yelled in reply. Kirsten reappeared, dressed in fresh robes and frowned at him. "Why are you yelling? Where are they?" "I dinna know how to let them in," he answered sheepishly. She touched his shoulder in apology. "Come in." The wall shimmered with magic and a tear appeared, allowing a gnarled, frail man wearing an indigo cloak to enter. She strolled over to the newcomer and held a hand outstretched. "May I presume you are Trefalgar's castellan? I would offer food and drink but I know little of this Grove." The trio went to the nearest table, both males waiting for Kirsten to seat herself first. She nodded her thanks at their politeness and made introductions. "I am Kirsten, Adept-skilled, Druidic priestess and my friend is the Jaegreot, Berserker king of the Tenth Clan." Jaeg narrowed his gaze at her, wondering how she knew his title. "My dear, you were right," the man stated in a low, soft tone. "My name is Nelson Forrester, castellan of this hamlet for nigh on forty years. Few townsfolk survived after that monster began feeding and it is my duty to grant you two anything you wish." "How many are left?" she whispered, fearing the worst and praying for the best. "Myself and young Fredrich are the only men. The others are widows now and most with small children and babes. Sixteen in all; five adults and eleven youngsters." "You may tell your people the vampyre is no more," she told Nelson. "The earth is cleansed of its evil through fire and the forest is already beginning anew," Kirsten said, patting a spotted hand. "Would the women and children feel safer staying the rest of the night in the Grove?" Nelson smiled, a twinkle glinting in his bright, brown eyes. "Ah, my dear Kirsten, are you a mind reader also? 'Twas my next to ask if we might sleep in this sanctuary. We have had little sleep and would be most welcome. I thank you," Nelson answered and gained his feet unhurriedly. Kirsten escorted the castellan outside, then returned to the table and plopped into her chair. "I don't know what to do," she cried hoarsely and rubbed two fingers along her temples. "Should I stay and take up the former Druid's tasks, knowing Yaffa is looking to kill me? And Nelson mentioned granting us a wish. Either Reg changed the reward of the game or it's a thank you just from the villagers." Her head fell forward into the cradle of an elbow and her watery eyes searched Jaeg's face for answers. He captured one feminine hand and stroked a thumbpad across her knuckles. "I would make a list of what is the immediate troubles and solve them as best I can. With only two men, one ancient and one young, I see more, able-bodied men are needed for rebuilding, at least." "Yes," Kirsten agreed, warming up to his suggestion. "I can tap into the magics here and send word to the Guilds nearest us. Masons, fighters, mages and oh, everybody! Jaeg, you're brilliant!" She cupped his beard and kissed his mouth suddenly, shocking him for a brief second. He tangled a set of fingers through her damp locks and held her immobile as he dragged her on top of the wooden surface. She gasped against him, opening her mouth enough so he could slide his thick tongue inside and give her a taste of his lust. As she yielded beneath his onslaught, the rumble of his belly abruptly ended their osculation. An index finger beeped the tip of his nose playfully and Kirsten said quietly, "Find me a map of the area while I search for the kitchens." He released his strong grip on her body. She crawled off the table and headed away, darting up the first stairway she found. A cry of "Mama!" brought his face to the entryway and saw a young woman holding a whimpering infant with yearling cowering behind her tattered skirts. "Hello," he said to the woman and strode over to her. "Welcome to the Grove. Kirsten is looking for the kitchens but sit. I am the Jaegreot." "Mary, stop that!" she ordered the elder child. The family's fear was palpable but the mother swallowed loudly. "I'm Gretchen, this is Krey and Mary." Gretchen skittered around Jaeg and dragged her daughter to a table some distance from him. "Scawy monstew," Mary cried, her huge brown eyes staring at the Berserker. "No honey, he's not the monster," her mother soothed. "The monster is gone forever." She sidled a glance at Jaeg for confirmation and he nodded, watching her body sag with relief. Jaeg paced, wondering what was taking Kirsten so long. "What towns are within a day's ride from here?" he questioned Gretchen. "Well," she began, rocking Krey against her bosom. "Richeliue is the closest but they're ruled by the Breheman sect. Mr. Forrester sent word to Ordinal Cul for help weeks ago and received a message soon after stating their refusal. Let me think...Walcher's Pass, Vedor, East Sneder. Drockmaur can be reached in two days if you have swift horses and no sleep." "We're that close to the capitol?" Kirsten asked when she entered the chamber via a different stairwell, a heavily laden tray teetering in her hands. Jaeg swiftly reached her and took the tray, setting it down upon another table. "Drockmaur has all the Guild Halls I should contact. I'll need to start right away with my castings." She looked at Gretchen and asked, "Would you help get the rest of the villagers settled? Jaeg and I have to make a list of people able to get here quickly." Gretchen said yes, then Kirsten grabbed Jaeg by the tunic sleeve and hurried him out of the room. They climbed down steps with Kirsten leading the way and emerged into a smaller chamber, obviously a workroom he noted by the inkwells, quills, writing desk and a bench strewn with various bottles. Jaeg seated himself at the writing desk, dipped a quill point into a pot of black ink and asked, "Who do we start with? The Masons or the Fighters?" "The Berserkers." He peered over a shoulder and saw Kirsten grinning and snipping a pair of scissors in the air. "Time to find out if you look as handsome without all that hair in your face. Now, be a good king and don't give me any trouble." Replacing the quill in its holder, he scraped the chair's legs across the floor backwards and folded his hands over his stomach. She spoke as she trimmed his beard, "There's a bathing room adjoining this one. I found my clothes here and the implements to shave on a shelf next to the washing basin. You might want to sharpen the razor, though." "Mmmm, why's that?" he mumbled, closing his eyes and enjoying her light touch. "I took so long with the food because I shaved myself before actually looking for the kitchens." He opened one brown eye and peeked at her. "Surprised?" "No. Hoped I'd get to perform the service for you." The cutting ceased and he felt her fingers toy with the remaining whiskers. "A scraggly, younger version of Indiana Jones," she whispered and brushed the stray hairs from his full lips. "Finish shaving while I send out messages to the Guild leaders in Drockmaur." He roughly pulled her onto his lap and demanded harshly, "Tell me about this Indiana. A lover?" Kirsten broke out in giggles. "In my dreams, maybe. Jealous?" His eyes bored into her and the dark look across his features said he didn't find it funny. "Indiana Jones is a made-up person. He's not real but the actor who pretends to be him is extremely good-looking." Jaeg quickly stood up and painstakingly slow let her body drag down his evident arousal until her feet reached the ground. "Does this actor look at you like I do?" he ground out, envious that another man had lain with her. She shook her roan tresses negatively. "Good, then I won't need to kill this Indiana Jones." He pressed a chaste kiss upon her forehead and quit the room, going into the next chamber to remove the rest of his beard. A half-hour later, Jaeg returned, wiping his smooth, wet cheeks dry with his tunic. He discovered Kirsten slumped over the desk fast asleep and he tiptoed to her side, shaking her awake. She mumbled inarticulately, shifting her arms around his waist and resting a soft cheek above the top of his trews. "Kirsten, did you send the calls?" he whispered, tucking her errant curls behind one ear. "Uh-huh." Her jaw teased his flesh when she replied. "The mages will whip up a spell and get the help here in a few hours. Mhadre, she's the Druid Guild Master, is sending several priests and priestesses to work with healing the land and talked some farmers into giving Trefalgar food and cattle." She pushed back from him and rubbed the grit from her eyes before glancing up at him. "Oh my," she sighed and got to her feet, then ran her hands across his clean-shaven face. "Jaeg, you look good enough to eat." He grinned at the compliment and Kirsten covered his mouth, saying "Don't smile. Your teeth are horrible." "My horrible teeth aid me in battle," he grumbled. "You don't mind them when we kiss." "Because I can't see them," she explained. Jaeg lowered his mouth to her neck and nuzzled the tender skin momentarily before moving to her earlobe and nipping the dangling flesh. Kirsten sucked in a breath as he sank his teeth in and choked out, "I can see how advantageous they are. I know I'm ready to surrender." "Is there time to collect my spoils of war?" he chuckled against her throat. "We'll make time," she purred and wrapped her arms around his head. He paused his love bites and asked, "Are you very attached to your robes?" She said no and gasped as he dug his fingers into the fabric and ripped it apart. Bared from neck to navel, Kirsten stared dumbly at Jaeg as he tore open the stays of his trews and shoved them down his legs. He lifted her off her feet and placed her bottom on top of the loose vellum, then tugged the tattered remains of the robes away from her loins. Kneeling before her, Jaeg tossed her thighs over his massive shoulders and buried his face into her pussy. He licked his tongue along Kirsten's puffy nether lips and brought his hands up to her breasts, pinching the erect nipples firmly. She bucked hard against his mouth and clawed at the desk's edges. Kirsten blinked and when next she looked, Jaeg was looming above her and stretching her cunt walls to the brink as he thrust his thick cock inside her wet slit. It felt way too big to fit comfortably. She was ready to scream for him to stop when he pulled out, much to her relief. Then he thrust back in, jarring her other organs farther up into her ribs and taking her breath away. Tears streamed down her face. This wasn't how she imagined intercourse with Jaeg, so she endured and prayed he would finish soon. Through the haze of lust clouding his vision, Jaeg made out the wetness across her cheeks. He felt regret and sought to bring Kirsten back to pleasure. His lips latched onto a breast, suckling the dusky tip while the intensity of his fucking slackened. Jaeg stroked two-thirds of his shaft back and forth along her moist sheath and felt her hands lightly rest atop his upper arms. Her muscles began to cling around his length, seeming to plead the thick rod not to leave. His mouth curved into a slight smile around her nubbin. Kirsten started responding to his ministrations: whispering words of love, caressing her hands over his muscled body and rocking her pelvis opposite his thrusts. His warm breath puffed over her nipple, wrinkling the brownish flesh. "Dinna know," Jaeg groaned and kissed his way across her sternum to the other breast. "It's alright, baby," Kirsten cooed, placing a palm against his head and holding him to her breast. "It's my fault. I should have said you were hurting me." The nerves connected to her nipples and pussy coiled into taut springs and she moaned. Feelings conflicted between her brain and her libido. One disliked the pain of his cock filling her full while the other begged for it. Her libido won the heated debate and seized control of her voice. "Harder, harder, I want it all, Jaeg," she panted and he complied, pushing his shaft slowly inside until his scrotum tickled her buttocks. Stuffed like a Christmas goose was how Kirsten's pussy felt and the discomfort melted away as Jaeg teased her pert peak with his jagged incisors. "Yesss," she hissed sharply. "Exactly like that but faster." He withdrew his shaft until her sweet, hairless labia clutched the spongy glans in desperation, then he surged all the way inside her narrow space. Jaeg plunged repeatedly in and out of her slick hole as hard as he dared, wanting any tears she shed now to be those of happiness. He chewed her sensitive nips alternately and tweaked the one he wasn't biting with thumb and finger. He toyed briefly with the notion of piercing her nipples with his pointed teeth but left them whole, uncertain of her feelings on how his clan anointed their brides. Kirsten's mews, stiffened body and spasming channel brought him out of his reverie. He gazed up at her flushed face and throat, seeing the dreamy cast to her features. Jaeg ached to release the contents of his bloated balls and she squirmed restlessly beneath him, breaking down the floodgates. Hot fluid gushed along her vagina when he exploded in her quivering heat and crashed thickly over the tiny opening to her womb. The microscopic creatures battled each other, eager to be the first through the protective membrane. Mindless of the war raging inside her, Kirsten languished against the desk's writing surface and danced her hands over Jaeg's sweaty back. He propped himself onto his forearms and placed a closed-mouth kiss upon each nipple. "I'll remember how you like it, Kirsten, always," Jaeg promised the woman beneath him and withdrew his deflating cock from her cunt. "Good, because I hate repeating myself," Kirsten replied with a saucy wink. He chuckled at her wantonness and gave her a hand off the desk. She sighed at the bundle of rags that used to be their clothes. "There are more robes for me but I don't know what you're supposed to wear. Nothing here will fit you." She cut off his sexual comment about how well she fit his prick with a rude hand gesture. "Druids are the most insatiable people," Jaeg retorted and returned the favor. She stuck her tongue out at him before stomping out of the room. He trailed after her, down a wide corridor and into yet another chamber, this one being sleeping quarters. "Trousers will do. I don't mind going shirtless." Rummaging through a closet, Kirsten carried out an armful of clothing and dropped the whole lot onto a pallet. She tossed a swath of material at him, telling him to see if that would work. Holding it up, he discovered it to be a nightshirt and obviously too small for his bulk. "Here," she grumbled and took the shirt from him. Looping the sleeves around his waist, she tied a secure knot above his groin, brought the hem between his legs and tucked it over the fastening. "All covered," she stated and tugged a threadbare olive green robe over her slender shoulders. Jaeg frowned at his attire. "It looks like an infant's nappy." "I don't see a problem. Men are just big babies anyway." She strutted over and patted his bare cheeks, asking motherly, "Is da big baby mad at me cuz I didn't put talcum power on him naked bottom? Aw, is da baby donna cwy?" His eyes narrowed to slits and a growl emanated from deep in his belly. "Oh, baby getting weally mad at Momma but baby won't get any more bweast milk if baby doesn't get his head out of his ass and act like an -adult- !" Kirsten pinched his chin firmly and snarled, "Wear it and be happy. Tell people it's a loincloth. Now let's go." She whirled away but Jaeg whirled her back, pinning her lush form against his chest and kissing her breathless. When he felt her yield, he pulled his lips away and implored, "Kirsten, something else, please?" Groaning her displeasure at his manipulation, she went back to the pile and handed Jaeg a white muslin Druidic apprentice robe. It looked large enough for a basilisk to hibernate comfortably in, so he donned the robe over his pseudo-nappy and belted the flaps tightly shut. "Thank you," he murmured and threw his right arm out in a courtly gesture. "You might pass as a Druid but you are far from being an apprentice in anything," Kirsten uttered under her breath, taking the lead and showing Jaeg the way back to the main chamber of the Grove. Upon their return, Kirsten and Jaeg discovered the room empty. "Where did they go?" she asked her friend. "Outside," he answered. "Mayhap those mages spelled the help here sooner than you expected." She peered up at the treetops and noticed shafts of light seeping through. "Or we were busy longer than we thought. C'mon." They rushed toward the still open gate in the wall and emerged from the Grove to a cacophony of voices. The townsfolk were showing and telling their latest guests about the vampyre that plagued Trefalgar until a few, short hours ago. A portly, older woman dressed in a maroon, Guild Master's cloak over her gold robes hollered for the couple to meet her. When the pair was within grabbing distance, she snagged a padded arm around Kirsten's shoulders. "Kirsten-love, the bane of my existence, the thorn in my rump, did you slay that nasty vamp all by your lonesome?" "I had help," Kirsten stated, flashing her blue eyes at the Berserker beside her. "Jaeg, this is Mhadre the Joyful, my Guild Master and former teacher." Mhadre grinned and pumped Jaeg's arm. "The Jaegreot, as I live and breathe! Did this deceitful wench break you free of the Maze?" He nodded. "Well, I'll be damned! Shows up after the Goddess knows HOW long, frees a Berserker king and slays ol' double fangs without so much as a 'how-de-do'. Where's that Rapier of yours anyways?" Kirsten blushed a deep red, picturing it with Jaeg's shredded trews in the workroom. "Hm-mm, like that between you two, eh? No worries, love. Always thought that weapon was a piece of crap. Got something better tucked in my wagon." Kirsten huffed, "That 'piece of crap' was a gift from the Dragon Queen and saved my life, thank you very much, you bloated sow." Jaeg grinned at the caring insults Mhadre heaped on Kirsten. She saw his grin and jammed a finger roughly into his belly. "What the hell are you smiling about, diaper-boy?" He readied a sharp retort but was interrupted by Mhadre's abrupt return from digging in her wagon. "Here ya go, Kirsten-love. Wear and wield it with pride," she stated, shoving a short sword into her former pupil's hands. "And 'fore you go spouting off about not being able to wield two weapons, look at this sucker." Kirsten gazed at the blade as did Jaeg and they both gasped. "Jasper's blade," he whispered, shocked that he was able to see the dark blue aura shimmering around the sword. "How do you know?" Kirsten asked. "It's written on the hilt," Mhadre pointed out with a smirk. He shook his shaggy head. "No. I can see it's glowing blue." he bent his face to his lover's and rubbed noses. "An identical shade to your eyes when you-" "Arrg! Shut up!" she shouted and batted his cheek. Mhadre laughed heartily at the lovers' antics. "It's made from the same stuff as D'Sheark'nmaur. A mated pair, just like you guys." She pinched a cheek of each person with strength that belayed her demeanor. "Castellan Forrester is busy with the Masons Guild and he asked for me to give you a reward. There's only this one, so you two'll have to duke it out!" She pulled a linen-sheathed weapon from under her robes and tossed it to Jaeg, then waved as she ambled toward the rest of her Guild members. "Have any idea what it might be?" he queried Kirsten. "Oh, probably something that works against the undead," she muttered. "Give me a sec to call D'Sheark'nmaur to me, then I'll examine it." Her brow knitted as she held her free hand behind her back, closed her eyes in concentration and brought the blade up. She compared the two swords, hefting their weights. "I'm going to need another sword belt." Kirsten sheathed The Rapier in its rightful place at her left hip and searched for somewhere to put Jasper. Jaeg walked a step behind her and saw extra padding beneath her borrowed robe. "Here, I think there's a back sheath stitched into your robe," he said. He took Jasper from her, felt blindly at the rear neckline and found an opening. He slid the short sword behind her neck cautiously. "It's not falling onto the ground, so I think it's okay there until we can purchase a hip scabbard. How does it feel?" She shrugged her shoulders, saying, "Strange. I won't remember to draw it. Now you." Jaeg handed her the wrapped weapon and Kirsten immediately dropped to her knees. "Jesus H. Christ! What the hell is it forged from? Gregor Baltiste's codpiece? It weighs a damn ton! Guess that tells me you get to carry it." He knelt next to her, helped unwrap the blade and waited for her to finish looking it over. "Good thing you've got that diaper on cuz you are going to shit bricks." "Well?" he demanded, ignoring her barb about his nappy. "If you could have any weapon in Baldohr, what would it be?" "My grandfather's broad sword," he answered easily. She glanced over and asked, "Was it special in any way? Magical? Did he have a name for it?" He shrugged, saying, "Grandfather referred to his sword as Hellraiser. But I think that had to do more with his arguments with Grandmother than anything." Jaeg smiled at the memories that flooded his mind. "Grandmother would berate him whenever he readied for battle, telling him to cease raising hell and sheathe his broad sword. It's neither here nor there, since Hellraiser was burned and buried with Grandfather." "Yes, well, that would put a damper on things," Kirsten agreed and motioned for Jaeg to look at the weapon. "This is an excellent long sword with some decent magics forged into it - mobility, regeneration, charm enhancers and a spell to heighten strength. I've seen it once before from the sharp end when this pissed off orc...nevermind. A long, boring story better left untold. This particular blade is cousin to your grandfather's Hellraiser and most people call it The Daywalker." end <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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