© JAKwriter aka writerJAK -- December 2023
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Yeah...I'm Jak: Jak from Arden, Jak from Arden Valley...wait, you already know that. Yesterday was a fucking fun day rescuing Chad from six female goblins and picking up on for myself. SHIT! Chad's now got six pregnant goblin wives and I've got the seventh sleeping in one of my spare bedrooms. SHIT!
Yeah, I say that a lot. I'll do it again too since today is going to be a really, fucking, SHITTY day. How do I know that? 'Cause I didn't get to do the things I really needed to do yesterday because I was galivanting around "saving" Chad's ass. And I can't do it today, because even I'm not stupid enough to go outside with a major winter storm rolling through town.
Yep, it's morning. With a winter storm raging, how do I know? I went to bed, slept, then woke up. Because I'm awake, it's gotta be morning, right? More importantly, I can also sense that the sun is up, even though the house is locked down tight because of the storm, 'cause I'm a Hedge Wizard.
Oh Shit! Ooops, said that again. Biscuit, my Raven familiar, knows I'm up and is asking to be fed like a baby bird does. She might be my familiar, she definitely acts like she's my wife, but that doesn't keep her from acting like a hatchling around mealtimes. She'll keep hounding me until I give her something, so I'm off to the kitchen.
I put a pot of water for tea on the stove to heat up, activating the heat runes. Biscuit is STILL after me, so I toss her a piece of dried mutton. I can feel the dirty look she's giving to my back, but tough titties. See, I didn't say the "S" word again! Anyhow, time to make some oatmeal, so on goes another pot. Biscuit won't eat it, so I toss her a "cookie" made from ground up grains, nuts, dried fruits, with bit of honey. She's happier now, so I focus on the oatmeal, waiting for the water to boil for tea.
All the moving and banging around must have woken up my guest, the statuesque goblin that followed me home yesterday. Unlike yesterday, where she was armored up and slinging an arsenal of weapons and other gear, Kaylin, my name for her since she hadn't spoken yet, walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but a leather harness and panties. Her red hair was brushed and looked silky and shiny. Lots of muscular green skin was on display, including washboard abs and heavily muscled limbs. I'm pretty sure she could throw me over her shoulder and haul me off to somewhere where she could have her way with me. Instead, she smiled, her face lighting up and...well, I'm not going there.
Resisting her "spell" I turned back to the stove and prepared a tea pot, handing it to her to take to the table. Damn! Her hands touching mine...FUCK...as she took the pot. Then a wiggle in her hips as she strutted out of the kitchen in her bare feet. That bitch sure knew what buttons to push.
Oatmeal was ready, so I ladled it into two bowls. Kaylin was back, taking the bowls again, touching my hands in the process. FUCK! Grabbing containers holding honey, dried apples, and mixed nuts from the forests around town, I brought them to the table for breakfast.
Kaylin had poured each of us a mug of tea. Honey, apples, and nuts went in the oatmeal, both of us eating in silence. I still couldn't figure out why she wouldn't talk.
Finishing breakfast, we carried the dishes to the kitchen where she took over and washed them while I did general clean up. I put the honey, apples, and nuts away, leaving the crumbs for Biscuit, who was already going to town pecking up all the detritus from our meal.
Done, I looked at Kaylin and said, "Not sure what your plans are. The storm is still going strong. I have work to do. Let me know if you need anything or want to talk. Otherwise, I'll be in my office." All she did was nod and return to her room.
I washed up, then checked the house for any issues due to the storm. All was well, so I was off to my office. Kaylin came out of her room with an armload of her armor, weapons, and other sundries, plunking them down on floor in the main room. As I closed the door, I could see she was about to start cleaning or doing maintenance as she pulled a flask of oil, a rag of some sort, a sewing kit, and a whetstone out of her pack.
For the next, however many hours, I focused on making potions, salves, tinctures, and other healing medicines. I don't do the fancy stuff that big time mages do. My stuff won't take a near death warrior and heal them to prime fighting condition. Pretty much everything I make just helps the healing process, so the patient recovers faster. Heavy duty healing needs my personal involvement, medical skills, and spell craft. You know, stitch them up, clean them up, then use spells to make them better faster.
Biscuit reminded me that she and Kaylin needed some lunch. So, I finished up what I could and put the rest aside for later. Out of the office and on to the kitchen, looking at Kaylin as she was sharpening one of her blades. Damn, that girl is armed for bear! Her spear, leaning against a chair, had a wicked sharp gleam. Another four knives were laying on the table atop a cloth, each looking equally sharp. She was still sharpening a fifth, a short sword, and I'm pretty damned sure that edge she was working could split a hair lengthwise.
I fixed lunch, we ate, cleaned up, then I went back to the office. By dinner time, I finished what I could for the day, put everything away, then went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Standing there, back to me, was Kaylin. Her panties and halter didn't cover much of her back and I got a full glimpse of her gorgeous green skin. I could see a few scars and they looked so kissable. SHIT! Where the fuck did THAT thought come from?
Biscuit was snickering and giving me more images of taking Kaylin from behind as she fixed dinner. Removing her panties, spreading her legs, then plunging into her hot, dripping wet cunt. Pumping and plowing her fertile field as she moaned and groaned, her tits breaking free from her halter and jiggling with each of my thrusts. My hard cock hitting the hidden spot that made her writhe in pleasure, squeezing me, then clamping down as my cum filled her pussy and she howled in ecstasy.