Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, reined Snowglide in as the sun settled low on the horizon. She had been travelling all day up the mountainside and had seen no signs of the gryphons. However, she was barely beyond the base of the tall peaks so that was hardly surprising - the gryphons would certainly have made their lair further up. She would still have further to travel if she was going to find them.
Still, that did not make the day any less disappointing. She had not even seen the gryphons, only a few woodland creatures and the odd local whom she had directed to the town for their own safety.
As the sun began to set she realised she would go no further today. She would need to make camp.
Turning Snowglide to the side of the path she dismounted in the shadow of a small rocky outcrop. It was sheltered and would be a good place to stop. She dropped her pack onto the ground and was just about to start setting up her tent when she heard a faint gurgling sound.
It sounded like a stream so she left Snowglide in place and quickly climbed the small outcrop. It took only thirty seconds or so until she reached the top but when she did her eyes widened in surprise.
Hot springs!
The gurgling sound was the sound of bubbles rising up and popping at the surface. Sara tentatively reached out, knowing that hot springs were caused by hot water coming up from the ground. Sometimes it could be scaldingly hot, but when it was not... suffice to say many baths had become rich when built around hot springs of the right temperature.
She grinned as she dipped her hand in the water and realised it was perfect. These hot springs were far enough out of the way up the mountainside that most people probably didn't even know they existed.
She stacked a small amount of wood by the water so that she could light a fire there later, then climbed back down the outcrop and finished setting up her tent including a small fire. Afterwards she quickly ate. The sun had gone down by this point and Sara knew she should sleep, but after eating there was one more thing on her mind.
Well, two, really. For you see, she was horny as she always was. She had been extremely well-fucked by Martin earlier in the day but that was hours ago and now she needed release again. Here in the middle of the wilderness she was unlikely to find a partner but she could still take matters into her own hands.
And given there was a hot spring just above her calling out for her to relax in it, she decided she could kill two birds with one stone. Taking a thick branch and making a torch from it she climbed back up the outcrop. Her tent was just below her as the outcrop was not very tall, so she could make sure that no one would start ransacking it without her knowledge. Not that that was very likely here in the middle of nowhere.
She dropped the torch on the small pile of wood she had brought up earlier and smiled as it lit, casting a pleasant glow over the baths. Then she undressed before eagerly dipping her toes into the warm water. The rest of her soon followed.
She relaxed, feeling the soothing heat suffuse her, and closed her eyes. It was so peaceful that she simply enjoyed that tranquility for a few minutes until her hand started to subconsciously trace downwards.
It settled between her legs and she let out a soft moan as she began to pleasure herself. It was not the same as having a partner, but it was still very nice.
"I hope I am not disturbing anything," said a voice to her right and Sara's eyes shot open and she whirled around, half emerging from the water. The cool night air hit her and she had to hold back a shiver.
"Who is there?" she said, knowing that whoever it was would get a good eyeful of her tits but not particularly caring.
"No one who means any harm," said a soothing voice. "And if you are decent I will show myself."
Sara narrowed her eyes, then relaxed slightly, covering herself with her hands as best she could below the water. "Alright," she said.
A man strode into view, dressed in long red robes. He had blonde hair that fell straight to his shoulders but the most startling thing about him were his golden eyes, which seemed to almost glow in the dark night though it was probably just the way they reflected the flickering flames of the fire.
He stood about 6'1" tall from what Sara could guess, and was broad-shouldered and powerfully built. Which was rather surprising given that he was obviously a mage. Only a mage would wear elaborate robes halfway up a mountain - a local would be wearing a more practical outfit, and an adventurer would be clad up in armour.
She relaxed at the sight of him. Silly as it was to admit it to herself, the fact that he was so handsome put her at ease and caused her mind to go wandering back to her horniness.
