It Always Starts At An Inn Pt 07

Ch7

The battle rages on around her, as Veronica charges up the ladder. Her legs surge with energy as she feels the weight of her metal armor weighing her down. Her muscles ripple with exhilaration as she takes another step upwards. Several months ago she had been a high school student. She was happy and popular, right up to graduation. She even had the honor of being Homecoming Queen alongside her ex-boyfriend Scott. Then one night, they were at the club dancing and she found out he had been cheating on her. That is when everything changed. The next morning she had taken a bath and was somehow transported to another world, this world.

After coming here, she met her true love, Winston. Winston is also from her world and secretly she had always had a crush on him. Unfortunately, they were in different social circles. Winston was the school geek and she was the most popular girl in the school.

Her attention is drawn back to the battle as the soldier above her moves upwards again. She looks past him and sees there is a struggle at the top of the wall. She yells out a couple commands as she presses her men forward. She feels a pit in her stomach as she thinks about Winston again. Two weeks ago, he had cast a simple light spell, but somehow he had turned the entire forest into a giant light. Every tree, every bush, every plant. Even the animals now glow with a constant light. Unfortunately, the spell drained him and he has been unconscious ever since.

The soldier above her is stabbed and pushed backwards. She leans against the ladder as tightly as possible, feeling the impact of his body hit her shoulders. She grimaces in pain as she looks up, elven soldiers begin to throw rocks towards her. She draws her sword and bounds upwards. Its golden handle glistens in the morning light as the jewels refract the bright forest light behind her, casting a prism of light along the wall. With a couple of swings, she drives deep into an elven hip, pulling him off the wall. With another lunge, she drives the blade through the chest of another, driving the group of them back. This is all the space she needs as she jumps onto the wall and gains her footing.

"For the guild," she roars out at the top of her lungs as her arms begin to swing back and forth.

From behind her she hears a chorus of voices yell out, "for the realm." She cuts a path through the elves, which quickly opens up as her soldiers hit the top of the wall behind her.

"For the Guild Master," rings out behind her from a loud voice. She doesn't even need to look as she smells the body odor and stale ale waif up from behind her. Her new captain was once an enemy. A very large and imposing man, he once tried to rape her. Later she bested him in armed combat and gained the respect of the entire guild. After the sickness ravaged the city of Griffonmere, she found the guild master's sword. Now, according to tradition, she is the new guild master.

Her soldiers cut deep into the elven soldiers driving them from the wall. Her attention is drawn on the gate house, as she runs towards it. Arrows strike the catwalk in front of her but she ignores them, focused on her prize. Several more elves run towards her, and she drops to her knees slicing under their swings. She stands again, throwing them over the wall with a massive heave. In front of her, flames erupt as she shields her eyes from the heat.

"Master Veronica, we have to fall back." She turns towards her captain for a moment, to see that reinforcements have cut off her men as they are already making a retreat behind her. She quickly looks around, seeing a flag pole on fire. She slices into the rope, grabs it, and then jumps. There is a flutter above her as the assembly unwinds. She jerks to a stop as she feels the muscles in her shoulder tear. Letting go, she drops the remaining couple feet to the ground. She sees that the last of her men are making their way back down the ladders. She picks up the elven flag from the ground and begins to stride back towards camp. Arrows strike the ground around her, but she doesn't notice. A mixture of fear for Winston and anger towards Scott, seethes inside of her.

Her mind lingers on Scott, her ex-boyfriend. She always felt it was destiny that both her and Winston were brought here to this world. She soon learned that it was their destiny to destroy a great evil named the Defiler. It wasn't until she faced the Defiler, on the battlefield, that she realized a third person had also been brought from their world. That person is her ex-boyfriend Scott. The same Scott she once loved. The same Scott who betrayed her. Her Scott, is the defiler that she is destined to defeat. She glances to her side as her men cower and duck, running from the wall. But she barely notices. She is focused on having failed another attack. She must do something to fix their morale. Her men need to know their losses was worth it.

She holds the flag above her head and a huge cheer rings out from the lines. "Huzzah for the Guild Master." In her hands is a gold frilled flag containing an anvil with wings. This is the emblem of the family of Segne. This is the royal flag of the Queen herself.

*****

General Illian sits at a large wooden table with a number of other leaders. Every seat is filled, except for one. His long blonde hair flows down his back like the mane of a lion. On his chest is the same emblem as the Queen. He pulls his hair behind his long elven ears as he looks at the map. He too is a member of the House of Segne. His heart aches as he thinks about the present reality. For centuries he had proudly represented his family and his queen. But now, his family has aligned themselves with the Defiler. He looks back at his council as he sees only one other High Elf. Upon his return to the city, it was found that many of the elven families still supported him. Several thousand soldiers, and their families, now stand with him against the evils of the Defiler.

At his side is the woman that he loves. Emma has long black hair that wraps around her beautiful face as her bright blue eyes shine back at him. Her long ears stick out now, normally hidden. His people have always felt it was disgusting to associate with a Woodland Elf. But now, here he is, in love with one. She sits beside him representing the mighty Wizard's Guild.

To her side sits another Woodland Elf, her father, the king of their tribe. Emma had been exiled from her people due to conducting a magical body manipulation. Illian's eyes gaze back at Emma's massive breasts as she again smiles at him. She holds her father's hand in hers as the threat of the Defiler has brought their tribe back together as a unified force.

Lord Lockabrey sits across the table. As Captain of the Chaste Guards, his soldiers have protected the border since the sickness began. Lockabrey is a young man, married to a woman who doesn't love him. Emma had helped cure his wife of the sickness, but besides a common enemy, they have very little trust for each other.

Beside him is a priestesses of Adelle. She is a heavy woman who wears a short white skirt and thin top. He thinks to himself that it is funny they are all virgins, yet they wear such revealing clothing. Illian had encountered the order on the Island of healing and befriended one of them named Ariana. Currently the order is caring for his friend Winston, as well as the sick and injured, from the war.

His eyes again fall on the empty seat. "Has anyone seen Master Veronica?"

A silence fills the room as no one wants to answer him.

Suddenly everyone exhales together as Veronica walks into the tent. She tosses the flag onto the table as she frowns at everyone. "Illian, I got this close to the gate house. It would be so much easier to win this war if I had some support rather than everyone sitting in meetings, discussing how to win." Her face was as flushed with anger as her crimson hair, braided and wrapped around her shoulder.

Illian looks at the floor for a moment, "Master Veronica, you must refer to me as General. It is important to the troops to see order and trust amongst the officers."

For the first time, she smiles at him and then begins to laugh. "Illian, we have been friends ever since we met. You are my mentor and instructor. Why do we need to pretend? We already have that trust and respect for one another."

Illian sighs as he sees Emma smile, from the corner of his vision. "Master Veronica, let's get to the deeper issue. I need you to stay away from the battle. Your soldiers will follow your orders regardless of if you give them from the front or the back. I need you to stay safe, for when Winston awakens. You are both essential to stopping the Defiler. If you die, this entire war is lost." Veronica sits down with a thump as it is obvious she is angry. "Now let's plan the next attack," Illian again focuses on the map, "does anyone have any ideas?" Everyone looks around the room at each other as Veronica raises her hand.

*****

Ariana moves amongst the wounded. Most have the sword and shield emblem of the Warrior's Guild on their armor. These are mostly Veronica's men. She glances around her to see a number of other woman moving about from man to man. Like her, most of these woman wear the white skirt and top of the Order of Adelle. They are priestesses trained in the art of healing. Several other woman, mostly in peasant garb also sit with a few of the soldiers. Since their arrival, more and more people have come to their camp every day. Many are soldiers, coming to the call of war, but most are woman from inside the infected zone.

Winston had cast a spell causing the entire forest to light up, having a positive effect on those infected with the sickness. From inside the forest, the infected show no sign of the illness. Many others have traveled here seeking refuge from those still infected. Those showing infection are mostly woman, as most men are usually killed within the first night or two. The infected take on a zombie like state where they travel around looking for men to satisfy their never ending need for sexual fulfillment. Any man not able to keep up with the multitude of woman, all night long, are beaten or killed.

From the corner of her eye, she catches a familiar face walk by. Holsten is a cute man dressed in black clothing. He is tall and thin, but also well muscled. The hint of a beard plays on his face like a shadow, amplifying his shadowy appearance even more. When they first met, the group of friends quickly realized he was a thief and a scoundrel. But underneath that uncaring exterior is a sweet and caring man. Once he realized the group was entering the Infected Zone, he robbed them and attempted to sneak away. Although he was trying to save his own life, he found himself at the business end of Veronica's fist. That is how he and Ariana first met. She licks her lips as she feels a warmth between her legs. She pushes the thought out of her mind. Like many of the woman here, she too is infected, and there is a chance he may be too. Neither dare to travel far from the tree line. Finding their paths crossed, he has since pledged his life to protect her.

She walks over to one bed in particular. Looking at the patient, she sees her friend Winston. No matter how much she prays for him to awaken, her goddess ignores her pleas. She thinks back to the fisherman she killed. Her order is for healing, not taking life. A murmur passes through the room as she glances up and sees Veronica walking towards her.

"Please tell me there has been a change?" Veronica kneels beside her lover and holds his hand in hers.

Ariana struggles to look into her friend's eyes. "I'm sorry my friend. My goddess doesn't listen."

Veronica shakes her head, wiping a tear from her cheek. "Well, tell your goddess if I ever meet her, I am going to punch her right square in the nose."

Both girls lock eyes and then begin laughing at the thought. With a giggle, Ariana sighs, "I am sure it is a sin or something, but I agree. If she doesn't answer soon, I might do it myself."

Both girls continue to giggle and hold onto each other as they fight back the tears from the tragedies of the battlefield.

*****

The large man nurses a wound to his shoulder, as he wipes away the blood with a cloth rag. He was proud of his guild master. She had fought well today and he is proud to be her captain. He again looks at the wound. It will heal and it shouldn't stop him from fighting again tomorrow. He looks at the night sky as it is as bright as day. He drops the rag into the bucket of water and walks toward one of the civilian tents. He needs a drink as the aches and pains of his age are weighing heavily on him.

As he walks in and sits down, he orders two, just to get a head start. He looks around at the other couple of tables and sees they are empty except for one. There is a tall woman with long black hair. She doesn't look at him, so he figures he should ignore her. As his ales arrive, he leans back and downs the first in a massive guzzle. Its sour taste stands out as he thinks to himself that it isn't a very good quality. But on the battlefield, you get what you get. He brings the mug down hard and reaches for the second. As his hand moves forward, he sees it is gone. In front of him is the tall woman. His ale is in her hands as she smiles at him. He gives an awkward smile and motions for another.

*****

Ariana washes the blood from her hands as she finishes with the last of the injured soldiers. Many died today, but many more were saved by herself and her order. As she stands to leave, she looks over at Winston. He still lays on his bed, unconscious and unresponsive. Veronica lays next to him, sharing a blanket with him on the small cot. The are both asleep, so she silently walks towards them and kneels. With her hands clasped together and tears streaming from her eyes, she pleads to her goddess.

Deep in her mind a voice calls out to her, "stay faithful and believe in love."

She shakes herself awake, realizing she was asleep. Outside the tent, the trees shine brightly, blocking out the moonlight. She stands to leave and sees Holsten standing at the doorway.

"May I walk you to your sleeping arrangements?" His voice is very soothing after a long day, but her order believes in abstinence. More specifically, they are to stay virgins. Although she has been raped, twice, she still tries to follow her duties. She smiles at him but walks ahead of him, trying to not show her real feelings.

*****

The huge warrior stumbles from the tent barely able to stand. The tall woman stands next to him, tucked under his arm. They both laugh as he tries to remember what tent is his. She shakes her head and points out into the trees. He tries to speak, but gibberish comes out. She kisses him and then begins to walk away. He scratches his bald head and then lops along behind her.

*****

Ariana lays on the ground tossing and turning under her blanket. In the dream world, she is walking along a long sandy beach. Her face feels the warmth of the sun on her dark skin as she feels the gritty coolness of wet sand, beneath her feet. Her heart is racing as she feels a strong hand in hers. As she looks to her side, she sees the silhouette of Holsten's face, as the sunlight shines behind him. She stops walking and her other hand wraps around the strong muscles in his arm. Without warning, he leans forward, allowing his lips to lightly graze hers as their noses bump together. She giggles out loud, as she again hears a voice. "Stay faithful and believe in love." She shakes herself awake and looks around her for the female voice. Lying on the ground nearby is Holsten. He is close enough to protect her, but far enough away to not intrude in her space.

She lays down again, wrapping herself in her blanket, but she struggles to fall asleep. After a while, she looks back at Holsten and slides closer to him. Within moments, sleep overtakes her.

*****

The large warrior follows the woman into the forest, until they come to a small clearing with animal skins layed out on the ground. She turns towards him and smiles as he grabs her head and kisses her. His fingers slide through her black hair until they bump into her ears. She moans at his touch as his massive lips kiss down her neck. He has never been with a woman close to his own height. His massive arms wrap around her back as she tilts her head for more of his neck kisses. His tongue runs down her jawline and as he looks back at her, he sees a long ear peek out from her hair.

"You're elf?" He mutters to himself, not that the answer matters.

Her long thin finger tips run down his muscled chest as her lips again meet his. His heart races at the thought as her lips start to kiss down his neck, then to his chest, then down his large belly. His pants fall to the ground as her tongue finds the head of his cock. He wonders for just a moment if the stories are true. Do elves have small penises? He feels her lips wrap around him as she begins to slide his cock down her throat. He glances down to see her dark hair bobbing back and forth. He reaches down and wraps his hands around her head as he feels a minty tingle that is making his knees grow weak. He doesn't last long as he emits a massive roar and unloads himself down her throat. She gags for a moment, looks up at him, smiles and then begins to work his cock some more.

*****

Scott walks along the wall, silently brooding to himself. His soldiers had taken a hard beating today. He looks towards one of the elven guards, "can you verify who led the attack today?"

The guard looks at him surprised by the question. The King rarely addresses anyone outside of court. After a couple of verbal stumbles, he finally chokes out his answer, "the red haired woman."

"Veronica," he whispers to himself under his breath. Looking back at his advisors, he yells "I want her captured alive! I want her on her knees begging me for forgiveness."

"My King," one of the elves stammered, "She cuts through our warriors like she is harvesting grain. Stories say she is without fear and unstoppable."

Scott scowls at his advisor, "I have known her for years. She is just a girl. I could break her in one hand."

"Yes my King." The elves did not seem very convinced.

In high school they had dated. Although it may sound like a cliche' he was the star quarterback and she was the head cheerleader. There is nothing special about her. His biggest regret was playing along when she wanted to retain her virginity. He should have just gotten her drunk and taken it. When he gets the chance again, she won't be so lucky.

*****

The huge warrior picks the tall elf up and lays her on the ground. Although he is drunk, he can feel the soft tingle on his skin of the furs. Within moments they are both naked and he begins to kiss his way down her tight stomach. As he reaches her hips, he finds that she is nicely trimmed and he can smell a strong earthy scent, as his tongue slips into her wetness. She cries out loudly as the taste of mint tingles through his body. He takes his time to devour her sex, licking and inserting his thick fingers. Her moans continue into the air as she screams out for more. Soon she shakes as a massive orgasm shakes through her body. She begs him to wait as she can't handle all the stimulation all at once.

He climbs up her body, slowly kissing his way back up. He stops to suck on her small nipples as she grabs his head and presses him into her. She shakes again as he wonders if she had another small orgasm. She can barely breath as their lips finally touch again. She wraps her legs around his waist as he lines himself up with her tiny slit. He begins to push himself into her and realizes how tight she is. Their lips continue to dance in each other's mouths and he again drives into her, this time harder. Her breath catches in her throat as he gets the head through the opening. With the next drive she screams out as he finally buries himself to the hilt. Their eyes lock together as the minty tingle continues to warm his entire body. She nods at him, giving him permission to start again. He slowly begins to push himself in and out as her moans cry out into the night. Her body shakes with another strong orgasm, as he drives into her over and over.