A roleplay between u/D_Vargas and myself. Enjoy <3
-Chapter 2-
Morning came, bringing with it a brisk chill. Elizabeth lay, wrapped in her wool blanket, one last comfort from her home in the South. Birdsong roused her from her slumber, coaxing her awake into the new day.
From the treeline appears Gale, a pair of rabbits hung across his back.
“Sleep well?” He asks, sitting by the fire. “We got lucky, some of my traps caught breakfast.”
“Excellent, Gale. I appreciate your hard work,” Elizabeth says, giving the young man a warm smile. She retrieves her wineskin from the previous night. “This should pair very nicely with the rabbits. Would you like me to help with the cooking? I have a set of spices I carry with me wherever I travel.”
“Sure, help yourself.” Gale makes room for the woman, staring at Elizabeth as she approaches.
“You’re insane, you know that?” he sighs, stoking the fire. “Sleeping that soundly, what if I lied to you? Or what if someone or something came out to attack you?”
She chuckles, sidling up next to her new friend. “That certainly would be a problem, though I have faith my goddess would dissuade you from attempting anything unsavory. I won’t get into details, but it would be… quite a sight.” She looks over his cooking implements. “Do you have any experience cooking in a restaurant? Or just field meals?”
“I’d love to see your goddess’s power in action.” Gale lets out with a sarcastic chuckle, grabbing one of the rabbits to skin it. “I’ve just cooked for myself, nothing too fancy. If I want something better I get it from the inn or the general store.”
“Fair enough.” The priestess mimics her companion and begins to field dress another rabbit, making quick work of the meager animal. “If I may, Gale, what is it you seek most in this life?”
“I don’t know” He shrugs, passing her a skewered animal. “Just keep surviving I guess.”
“Sometimes that’s the most we can hope for.” Elizabeth rubs various fragrant spices over the lean meat with practiced hands, taking them to the fire pit. Gathering some dried grass, leaves and the driest branches she could, the priestess ignites the tinder with a small flourish of her hand. It takes only a few moments before the fire is crackling away.
Laying the rabbits across the flames, she turns her gaze back to Gale. “Though, everyday brings with it new opportunities. We just need to take the time to find them.”
“Ain’t that handy,” Gale remarks on her magic trick. “And there you go with your happy go lucky speech again.” He reaches out and grabs the wineskin. “Can I?”
“Of course. And that, just a little trick I learned on the road from a rather promiscuous pyromancer. She was quite the lover,” Elizabeth reminisces.
“Riiight.” Gale takes a sip of the wine. “Anyway what is this? Some spiced stuff from the capital I assume? It’s good!”
“Something like that,” Elizabeth says coyly. “I appreciate you saying so. Drink up, we won’t run out anytime soon.”
“Sure.” Gale takes another draw. “Well then Mrs. Save the World, what’s your plan?”
“The plan now is to resupply then make our way north. I don’t know what lies ahead of us, but surely it’ll be dangerous and I wish to be as prepared as possible.” Pulling the now roasted rabbits from the flames, she hands a skewer to her companion. “Careful, may be hot,” she says slyly.
“Well, we should be fine on water,” he says, taking the rabbit. “There’s plenty of clean small rivers pretty much all the way to the mountain, as for food though…” He looks at the rabbit as he picks small chunks out with his fingers before eating them.
“Let’s just say this will be the best we get all the way to the top. As for the village, we won’t find much that isn’t already rotting or priced for a king.” Gale gestures at everything around them. “We are at the end of the world, lady.”
“It will take some effort, but if need be I can provide food on the journey. Not the most flavorful but it will keep us alive.” The priestess sighs. “I suggest we get what we can here before we head out. Maybe get a hot meal before the end.”
“Then the Inn is our only chance for that.” Gale drops the skewer into the fire pit. “Let’s just hope we don’t find any trouble this time.”
Minutes late, having gathered her things, Sister Elizabeth waits patiently for her companion to accompany her into the town. In the day, the town was less imposing and hostile, but only slightly. Townsfolk still stared, a few were brave enough to accost the pair, but a stern glance from the Priestess turned them away without a second thought.
Eventually they returned to the inn to gather information. Elizabeth headed inside, seeking out the innkeep for information. “Hail good man. I’m looking for news of what lies further north. It is my duty to stop the darkness spreading and anything you can tell me will make my job all the better.” Sister Elizabeth flashes him a warm smile. The barkeep looks the priestess up and down and in a gruff voice, he says, “Don’t know, ask the freak in the tower. He’ll know.”
The man returns to polishing the countertop, intent on ignoring her.
Gale takes his place next to Elizabeth, having found no one of particular note outside. “What freak exactly?”
“Old magic man. Lived here for decades, all on his own up in the tower. Most people leave him be and he doesn’t bother us. Though we do hear strange sounds coming from the place on moonless nights.” The old man crinkles his nose then spits on the bar floor. “If you want answers, he’s who I’d go to first.”
Returning to polishing the counter for the 100th time, the old barkeep Elizabeth and Gale to their own.
“Well that was… helpful. Shall we find this ‘magic man’?” Elizabeth says.
“And here we go straight into more trouble again,” Gale mumbles, leaning on the bar. “Can we get something to eat first? He ain’t going anywhere.”
“Sure thing, food’ll be ready in a few minutes,” the keep says, staying where he is.
Elizabeth stares at the man, attempting to coax more from him. When nothing comes of it, she says, “Right… So what can you tell us about the man?”.
He says, crinkling his nose once more, “He’s a freak, he has magic, not much more to say.”
The priestess nods. “Very well.” Turning to Gale, “I guess be on your toes when dealing with him. Magic can do strange things if you’re not careful.”
“Tell me about it,” he says, giving Elizabeth a strange glance. “I’m not great when it comes to dealing with religious people or wizards. I prefer fighting the monsters up north…”
The Inn’s door opens up, and in walks a familiar group of peeved ruffians. “…ooor a whole group of bandits,” Gale finishes looking over Elizabeth’s shoulder
“Try as I might, trouble seems to find wherever I go,” Elizabeth smiles. “I’m sure you can imagine why.” Spinning on her heel, she exclaims, “my good sirs, I hope we haven’t offended you again just by existing.”
The group of 6 men brandish long knives and hatchets, led by the now hand-less brute from the day before.
“Look at this boys! Yesterday’s slut came back looking for fun!” The man spits out. “And she brought her little toy boy too!” He laughs, a sound like a lame donkey, and his group follows suit.
“Ugh, it’s way too early for this shit,” Gale sighs, turning back to the bar.
“Oi! Don’t you turn yer back on me!” The man screams, storming forward “Do ya think I’d let this go unpunished?” he says, shoving his stumps in Gale’s face.
“Let me handle this,” Elizabeth whispers to Gale. “Least I can do for your hospitality.” Turning to the gathered group of goons, the priestess calls out to them. “We don’t need to resort to violence. I’m sure this can be resolved peacefully.”
“I really hope that you know what you’re doing” Gale whispers back
“Stay outta this, bitch!” The man growls, about to shove her away. “We’ll play witcha after we’re done with him!” The rest of the group nods in agreement, a few simply staring at Elizabeth’s bare chest.
Sister Elizabeth slaps her hand against the man’s arm, sending a pulse of pink energy coursing through him. Before he could throw another nasty slur at her, the arm begins to convulse and contort with a sickening crunch. The man screams in pain as the arm twists and turns violently.
As though it had a mind of its own, his now sovereign arm lunges at his throat, catching him in a death grip and tossing him to the ground.
The priestess turns to others. With eyes glowing purple, she declares in a resonant voice, “this is between you and me.” Faster than they could react, Elizabeth whips a hand wreathed in purple at one of them. Ethereal chains shoot out from every direction to wrap the unfortunate soul in spiked bonds. His screams are cut short as he hangs limply in the chains.
“Now, who else wishes to suffer my ire?” she says, her voice like the scrape of steel on armor.
Gale lets a small whistle out. “Okay, not only fuzzy magic” staring at the poor entombed soul. The remaining four goons inch warily forward, weapons drawn.
“I guess they aren’t as smart as they look,” says Gale, drawing his wicked knives.
“No I guess not.” She was smiling but there was no humor in her voice, only a steely resolve.
Elizabeth raked the air in front of her. A moment later, 4 parallel bloody slashes appeared across the gut of one thug. He slumped to the ground without a sound.
Lunging at the next one, the priestess palmed his face, sending purple flames into him. Though the fire did not burn his flesh, the man screamed in agony, writhing in invisible pain.
One foolhardy soul raced towards Elizabeth, her back turned, and with his hatchet raised, a flash of steel embeds itself into his hand. The hatchet clatters to the ground, and a roar of pain rips from his throat.
“Attacking from behind, now that’s a low blow,” Gale says, watching the man cradle his useless hand to his chest.
The last bandit, looking in horror at his companions, drops his sword and turns to run.
“You go nowhere,” Elizabeth states.
Pointing at the man, a beam of purple strikes him in the chest. He erupts in purple flames, and once more, the fire did not burn, yet he screams in terror. Soon he drops to the ground just as his companions did.
Rounding on the last man, the priestess stares him down. “Tell me, why did you think it right to come back here for vengeance? Vengeance is a long difficult path to more suffering, as we’ve seen here.”
The glow leaves Elizabeth’s eyes, her emerald irises returning, but the stern disappointment stays firmly in place. “Now I suggest you take your friends and leave. Luckily for you they aren’t dead. But if we cross paths again, I will not be so lenient. Leave and never return.”
Terrified, the man stumbles backwards, stammering, “Demons! That’s what you are!” As quickly as he dares, he pulls his companions out of the inn.
A quiet moment passes when the barkeep finally returns with their food. Gale drops a few coins to pay for the food and the mess, saying, “We’ll just eat and leave, no more trouble I swear.”
The keep crinkles his nose. “Alright, then eat fast and get the hell out.”
Once more, the barkeep went about his duties of polishing the smooth wooden countertop, now soiled with splatters of blood.
Elizabeth’s jovial expression found its proper place once more and she graciously accepted the food.
“Not much fazes him it seems.” The priestess digs into the piping hot food to accompany the rabbits from earlier.
“So,” Gale starts, plopping down in front of Elizabeth. “That was your goddess’s power? I guess I underestimated you a bit.”
She nods. Between mouthfuls of food, she says, “That, and so much more. I don’t like being nasty with my goddess’s gifts, but she gave me the tools to protect myself for which I am eternally grateful.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Gale responds. “Don’t want to get on your goddess’s bad side.”
They sit in silence, intent on eating their last hot meal for many days if not weeks. A sad bit of celebration before the inevitable.
Swallowing the last of her food, Elizabeth breaks the quiet.”When you’re ready, let’s go meet with the town freak.”
The younger man shovels the last of his stew into his mouth. With a nod to the barkeep, he follows the priestess outside.
Light winds greet them just outside.
The squat buildings provided an appreciable amount of windbreak, but otherwise the pair were stricken by the omnipresent cold. Following the main road out of the small town, they saw a number of residents going about their day, talking between each other, purchasing grain and fish, and sharing a drink with friends. It might have been a friendlier town, had one been born here.
The road wound further out of town, leading to a slight hill overlooking the town, topped by a tall, run down shack.
“I suspect that’s the place,” Elizabeth said. “Shall we?”
“Not much of a tower, but it’s the only building up here.” Gale scans the surrounding area before saying, “Are you sure we’ll get something out of him?”
Elizabeth chuckles. “I’m sure it won’t be any trouble at all. Plus, I have a way with people,” she says, pressing her arms together, accentuating her cleavage.
The walk up the hill was silent, save for the crunch of snow underfoot. It takes 20 minutes of trekking through the untouched snow, but eventually they make it. Smoke puffs cheerfully out of the chimney and lamp light spills out of the singular window on the ground floor. The shack has a simple wooden door with a brass knob.
Elizabeth stands very erect, puffing her chest out slightly, rapping a firm knock on the door.
Some fumbling sounds from within. “Who the- What the hell do you want?!” comes a voice.
“Hello, we were looking to speak with you about the hazards farther north,” the priestess says sweetly.
There’s a stern pause before, “Go away!”
Gale walks up to the door, knocking harder. “Hey mister, we just want to talk for like 5 minutes.”
“I told you to go away- ” the man rips the door open.
An older, balding gentleman with a scraggly gray beard and pock marked flesh appears in the doorway. He is immediately stricken by the sight of Elizabeth, half naked in the cold.
“The hell do you want?” He says gruffly.
“We heard that you knew what sorts of perils lie further north, and wish to gain that knowledge before we make the trek,” the priestess says warmly. She puffs her chest, making sure the grizzled man gets a good eyeful.
“Well, I certainly do know what’s up north,” the man starts, staring fully at her breasts. “But you’d be insane to go. It’s dangerous, and a lady of your -physique- would be out of place doing a man’s job.”
“She’s more capable than most men out here,” Gale interjects firmly. “But it is true that heading north without any knowledge of what we can encounter is suicide.”
With the old man still ogling the priestess, Gale snaps, “I wouldn’t stare too long, might be the last thing you ever see. Just watched her put 6 burly thugs 6 feet under.”
“Bah,” the old coot growls. “No skin off my ass. Besides, the more foolhardy adventurers that die out there, the less those monsters attack the town.”
Shuffling back into the dilapidated shack, the man waves them both inside. “Might as well get out of the cold. I’ll put some tea on in the meantime.”
Inside the rundown hovel, piles of assorted items crowd each corner of the living room, leaving scant space to stand. The old man shoves debris off a stained chair, offering it to Elizabeth before hobbling off to the kitchen. “You’ll have to deal with the winter wolves out there, roaming the tundra. Tear a man apart in 20 seconds flat. Yetis farther north that can freeze you solid with a glance. Past that, the blight from the mountain has corrupted the natural order.”
He comes tottering back with a tea cup laiden platter. “To be honest, it’s a shame to see the local wildlife whipped into such twisted shapes. Breaks my heart to think how they’ve been so perverted.” Setting down the platter, he passes out the cups of steaming black tea.
Gale roamed the small room, checking the piles of rubbish that covered the place. Just knick knacks and garbage returned his gaze.
“You mean these monsters used to be animals?”
“I suspect many of them were at one point, but that was a long time ago. That gods forsaken mountain has twisted my beloved wilderness.” The old man sighs deeply. “Look, if you’re willing to help return things to normal, I’m willing to help you. It’s been many decades since I’ve been in any shape to patrol the wilds, but I know a thing or two.”
Reaching to a shelf behind him, he retrieves an item that resembles a wolf’s head made of ivory. “If the winter wolves come after ya, blow this whistle and it should ward them off. Do be aware, it will some time to recharge so only use it as a last resort or you might be up a creek.”
He hands the whistle to Gale, making sure the younger man has a firm grip on it. “I know you think you’re cold proof, but the chill up on the mountain is unlike anything across the realms.” Pulling a scarf down from some coat hooks, he hands the plaid patterned garment to Elizabeth. “It’d be best to cover up completely, but this should help.” The scarf was warm to the touch, like it gave off a preternatural heat.
“I, uh- thank you,” Elizabeth finally said. “We appreciate your help, and vow to return your wilderness to normal.”
Turning the whistle around in his hands, Gale studies the carved surface. A well crafted piece. “Thanks for the whistle but from what I’ve encountered wolves are probably the least of our worries, don’t you have anything on the other abominations?”
The old, decrepit man sighed with the weight of ages. “Unfortunately, young man, most everything else out there is either starving, crazed or possessed of evil. Maybe all three. Precious little will really help, save a bit of silver and some luck.”
He lifts himself on uneasy legs, shuffling off to a wooden chest buried beneath oddities and belongings. With an unceremonious shove, he clears the chest to open, retrieving from within a sheathed sword. “Been awhile since she’s tasted blood, but treat her right, and she’ll serve you just fine,” he says, casting a sidelong glance at Elizabeth.
The old man offers the blade to Gale, a hand lingering just a moment longer before relinquishing it.
Gale unsheathes the wicked blade, his eyes glimmering as he reveals a pristine blade. “Now this will definitely help,” he says, inspecting the beautiful piece. “Is it silver, or something else? It’s very light and well maintained!” The young man takes a few practice swings.
“Celestial Iron. Made it from a meteorite that fell not far from here. Better than silver for most things. Damn rare, but won’t deform like silver and doesn’t need protective runes inscribed on it. Not that I could if I wanted to.” The old man nods his head solemnly, the weight of his years settling back on his shoulders.
“I hope for both your sakes that it will be enough.” Shuffling over to the door, he huffs. “Well, I have some much needed reading I need to attend to, and you two have a world to save.”
“Well if this isn’t enough then only god can help us,” Gale says, sheathing the sword. “I swear I’ll take good care of it.”
The man nods, holding the door open to the pair, letting them back out into the cold.
A few steps outside, Elizabeth finally spoke. “He was certainly… interesting.”
“Quite pushy, and maybe not all that helpful,” her companion responds. “He did give us some pretty good gifts though, how’s your new scarf?”
The priestess bundles up tighter with the comforting article. “Very warm, very… soothing,” she says. “No doubt it will be helpful to stave off the cold.” A far away look greets her eyes, and after a moment her cheery self returns. “I have something I need to do back at our camp, so I’ll meet back up with you there.”
“Sure, I’ll try to see if I can catch something to eat and I’ll wait for you there.” Gale gives her an inquisitive look, but the priestess doesn’t seem keen to elaborate.
Elizabeth strides off, pulling her habit closed as she wraps the scarf around her neck.
A brisk chill meets Gale as he leaves the cabin. It’s a beautiful day in spite of the impending doom, with the chirping of birds oblivious to the danger far to the north filling the air
Hours later Gale finally returns to the camp, a small boar at his back. It had given him a bit of trouble but he eventually nabbed it after hours of stalking. As he walked back, the weather had already started to take a turn for the worse, chilling winds coming from the north and prominent storm clouds on the horizon.
“Can it get any colder?” Gale mumbled, pulling his scarf up. The old man’s warning of the bitter cold floated through his mind.
Approaching their camp sitting on the edge of town, the cold crowds in, nipping out any exposed bits of skin as he walks. Soon, however, Gale reaches the edge of the clearing where the camp sat and immediately the cold recedes, giving way to a delightful warm surrounding the camp. A few steps farther and he saw Sister Elizabeth standing near the center, her back to him. Purple arcane symbols drifted around her as she chanted prayers to her deity.
Gale leaves the boar next to the fire taking a seat next to the tent, pulling off his scarf as he does. He sits, mesmerized by the weird lights and runes, though the fact of the strange warmth didn’t leave him.
Still facing away, Elizabeth says in a warm tone, “It’s going to be dangerous out there. Are you ready for it?”
He snaps out of his trance, retrieving his knife to sharpen it. “I don’t know enough to be ready. But I’m ready to give it a shot.”
“Excellent,” the priestess says. After a long moment, she continues, “There is a practice the members of my order perform before one of our rank goes on a long journey. A sort of good luck ritual, if you’d like to partake.” Without waiting for a response, her habit fell away, revealing her naked form, leaving just her cowl still hiding away her hair
As her habit hits the ground, Gale’s gaze snaps to Elizabeth, frozen in surprise.
Elizabeth was a hail and healthy, full bodied woman, with beautiful curves and flawless skin. As she turns towards the young man, her smile radiates warmth, and she awaits his response.
“You don’t have to if you don’t wish,” she smirked. “Though I’ll have to do this alone, and I’m sure it won’t be nearly as fun watching as joining in.”
Gale took her in head to toe, a blush forming on his face, and some activity within his trousers.
“Uhm, w-what would that practice be?” He stummers, eyes firmly locked on hers.
Elizabeth giggles, taking a ginger step forward. “I’m sure you have some idea what it might be. Though, if not,” she says, taking up his hand. “I’d be happy to explain.” Her touch is soft and warm, and sends a slight tingling across Gale’s skin.
The young man’s shock finally melts, cured by her touch. Gale pulls in closer, placing a hand on her hips. “Please do explain,” a sly smile spread across his face.
Her grin widens. “Well, when two people find each other irresistible in a carnal way,” she cradles his hand to her chest, teasing him with a feel of her breasts. “They sometimes express that attraction in a very intimate display. There are many delightful ways to go about it, however, this is between a man and a woman.” She plants a tender kiss on his cheek, leaving an imprint of her red lipstick.
Her warmth spread across his body, radiating from her kiss. “Hmm I think I know what you mean, but please continue.”
“Well, a man has his member, long and hard, good at reaching deep inside his partner.” The priestess’s hand slides down Gale’s body, eventually finding its place caressing the growing bulge between his legs.
“And a woman has her breasts, soft yet firm, warm and delicate like she is.” Cupping his captive hand in hers, Elizabeth brought it to one of her large breasts, coaxing it to fondle her warm flesh. A small moan escapes her lips.
“But she has something else, often the most desired experience of her body.” Taking his other hand, she skimmed it down her toned stomach, down and down, through the patch of stark white fur adorning below her navel, finally reaching their goal.
“A woman has her cavern of pleasure, a place to sheathe a man’s weapon.” Puppeting his fingers, she began exploring her folds and bends. She was already wet, or perhaps she was always wet, who could tell with a priestess dedicated to a sex god.
As he listened to Elizabeth’s words, Gale could feel his body grow hotter and hotter. He didn’t know if it was her powers or the fact that a very naked, very beautiful woman was letting him feel her up.
The warmth of Elizabeth’s hands soaked through the fabric of his pants and there was a tingling in the hand fondling her breast.
Though nothing could compare to the warmth melting his fingers into the lips between her legs.
Gale nuzzles into her, his head resting against her neck and collarbone. With a sweet peck down her neck, he says, “I think my weapon is begging to be unsheathed.”
Elizabeth moans, melting into each brush of his lips exploring her body, the curiosity probing her entrance, the gentle squeezes around her sensitive nipple and breast.
“Well, no sense in keeping it locked away. Please, take up arms my knight, I wish to inspect your armaments. To ensure they’ve been… properly cared for, of course.” A sly smile crept across her face.
The young man let go just long enough to take his clothes off. After a few seconds, he stands proudly in front of the priestess, completely naked and unfazed by the cold storm raging outside.
His body is covered in scars from his life surviving in the northern lands, his cock twitching in anticipation as he returns to her arms.
Sister Elizabeth pulled the naked man into deep embrace, her breasts pressing delightfully into his chest. Staring into the man’s eyes, she stole a kiss from his lips, a tender, safe gesture, one that didn’t overstay its welcome, but lasted entirely too quickly. The priestess smiled at Gale, dancing her delicate fingers across his storied skin, exploring him as he had just done for her.
Tenderly, she began kissing down his neck, down his athletic chest, down his scar-marked skin, down all the way to his throbbing weapon, already at full mast. Wrapping her soft fingers around its circumference, she began examining the fine instrument, scrutinizing the details of its use.
“Looks like it has been well attended, cleaned and free of grime. How often does it see battle?”
Gale’s muscles tensed at her touch, leaving a tingling behind. “It is basic knowledge for every soldier to have his weapons in good condition, though it has been some time since he has seen any action.” He answered dutifully.
“Hmmm, we may need to remedy that. And it just so happens I have the perfect quest!” Her face lights up in faux drama. “It appears there is a… beast haunting the caverns of Liza. The thing must be stopped! Do you accept this mission?” The priestess slowly strokes his cock as she speaks, coaxing a little more size into it.
Elizabeth’s hand felt amazing as it worked his shaft. “This Knight is eager to serve, ma’am.” Caressing th eside of her face, he added, “It won’t leave a single spot unchecked!”
“Quickly Sir Knight! The beast was spotted in the cave to the north!”
Elizabeth began licking up and down the length of his cock, coating every inch of it in her saliva. “You must act swiftly!” and with that, she began sucking on the very head of his erect member, her tongue still hard at work ensuring it was properly lubricated. Though she wasn’t trying to finish him right then and there, it nonetheless felt amazing.
Before it could progress any further, she popped the head out long enough to say, “blast it escaped deeper in! Best to chase after it,” before plunging the weapon deep into her mouth.
“Oh fuck!” he moans, grabbing onto Elizabeth’s cowl. He hadn’t felt anything like this before.
Stroke after stroke, she engulfed him, her warm throat squeezing and massaging his cock as if it were her last meal. She did not gag or choke, being a master of this art for many years. Over and over she deep throated him, tasting and savoring and delighting in him. Once or twice, her eyes rolled back as she suckled on his cock but she quickly regained focus.
Every one of Elizabeth’s movements drove Gale closer to the edge.The priestess’ movements were clearly masterful, he couldn’t imagine how she had gotten to this point. “If you keep going like that you will make me cum!” the young man moaned.
A sly look twinkles in her eye. She continues on and on, until, as if she could read his thoughts, she slows and stops, leaving him frustratingly at the edge. Pulling the weapon from her mouth, she says, “Damnation! The beast escaped further south. You must track the beast.” Once again, she began kissing across his skin, this time tracing a path up towards his chest, to his neck and finally to his face where she planted a tender kiss on his lips.
Though he tried to look angry, there was no hiding the grin forming on his lips. He was aching to cum and they had only just started! Gale returns her kiss and as he pulls away, he retorts, “I swear that beast shall not escape me!”
Elizabeth smirks, pulling Gale by the hand and leading him to the section of furs laid out around the fire he had originally found her at. Tugging him down, she lays across the cozy furs, urging him to join her.
Gale follows, laying down next to her. He ran his hand down her side until reaching her ass, then moving to the insides of her thigh. “I think I saw the beast go into a cavern nearby!” He added in the same manner as before but with a way softer tone.
“Hurry valiant knight! before it escapes again!” The priestess spreads her legs, revealing her beautiful lips and perfectly groomed patch of stark white fur. Her lips glisten in the fire light and fading day, her pussy slick with anticipation.
Gale climbs on top of her, placing his knees between her legs. With one hand he keeps himself steady while the other guides his throbbing cock to her waiting lips. “You are so wet right now,” he says, breaking character for just a moment
Sister Elizabeth smiles, gasping at his girth penetrating her. “You made it so easy, being so rugged and handsome.”
“I’ll take that” He says before slowly pushing the full length of his dick inside her.
Another gasp escaped her lips as her eyes rolled back, taking him in. Her inner cavern clamped down on his cock, coating it in her natural lubricant. “Now, goodly knight, defeat the beast!” she said, half distracted by the weapon now buried to the hilt in her.
“Yes ma’am!” He grunted as he started moving. Her pussy pulled him in and his dick felt like it was melting. She was unbelievably wet allowing him to pick up the pace.
Moans and gasps and sighs fill the clearing, shattering the calm quiet once dominated by the crackling fire. “Nngg, deeper my knight- mmm- the beast has fled deeper into the – ah- cave,” Elizabeth moaned.
“Holy fuck!” He leans down over her, finding her delicate ear to nibble on. In this new position he slammed his hips harder against her, slapping and squelching noises joining their moans.
“Uhhn! Yeah! You’re almost there my knight!” Her moans and squeals of pleasure grew louder and more desperate, aching for release.
Pushing Gale away just a bit, she lifted herself up and gestured for her valiant knight to lay back.
Gale felt confused at first, this break in rhythm further frustrating his ability to finish, but quickly recovered as he follows her instruction.
Gale now on his back, Elizabeth straddles him, his cock just before her. With one hand she took up the throbbing aching member, rising slightly to guide the head just to her entrance.
In one fluid motion, she impaled herself on him, taking him in as far as she could. A near scream of pleasure erupted from her as he filled her. She chuckled slightly and said, “Perhaps this will aid you in your fight.” With that, she began a rhythmic up and down, her breasts bouncing delightfully with each motion.
Gale let out a sigh, almost a whimper, as Elizabeth let herself fall down his dick.
“I’m sure it will,” he says distracted, letting his head fall back as he couldn’t handle her movements, a moan escaping his lips. “Fuck you are amazing!”
“You are too kind,” she said, her smile brightening. Her soft and pliable inside, slick with her attraction, squelched and sucked as she worked away, hardly giving Gale any time to breathe. With an absentminded hand, she brought one of his up to fondle her breast.
His other one gravitated to her hips, getting a better hold of her. He continued to moan and grunt as he tried his best to last as much as he could, which Elizabeth’s constant movements made harder by the moment.
On and on she went, the waves of orgasm and ecstasy building inside her, yearning to be released. She was so close, so damned close, but she wouldn’t reach that euphoria until he did. And her empathetic magic told he was close too.
As he could feel himself coming closer once again he couldn’t help himself but to thrust his hips in time with her movements. “Shit, you are going to make me cum!” He lets out in a grunt as he moves his hips.
His grunts inspiring her, she doubled her efforts, nothing stopping her from bringing him to orgasm. “You can cum in me or on me, the choice is yours,” she gasped, her eyes nearly rolled all the way back.
“Shit!” One last thrust and he explodes inside her before she finishes speaking.
The empathetic magic coursing through her floods her body with the euphoria of his release, and a surge of her love juice gushes out and around his cock as she screams in orgasm. Collapsing on him, catching her breath, she whispered, “you did it valiant knight… the beast is slain, and the kingdom saved.” Elizabeth gave him one more warm tender kiss.
He returns the kiss, panting as he holds her tight.
After what seemed like forever they finally separate. “I’m glad I could help” He says with a smile.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/rbm7uw/darkness_in_the_north_chapter_2_fm_fantasy