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Subject: {ASSM} "Safe Conduct" [Dancer] (MF oral magic giant humor) [2/?]
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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.

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- minors, scram.
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- everyone else, enjoy! :D



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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."

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