Author's note: This one was surprisingly faster to write. The Next chapter should hopefully be out by the end of the month. Anyways as always feedback is welcome.
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~Prologue
Dominque La Vel, former guard captain and current expedition leader, grunted, hilting himself fully into the writhing and warm embrace of his servant girl's snatch. The dark-skinned native was a petite and lithe thing with slender limbs, perky tits, green almond-shaped eyes, and a mane of black hair, that framed her comely features. She was pretty as far as natives went and a better use of his time, given all the excess he had. But so was the issue with being assigned to a backwater expedition on a backwater continent. Why the mistress even took the Castillo contract was utterly ridiculous. The bloated pigs had left the hellhole in ruins when they'd abandoned the location, and the rampant and ravenously encroaching flora didn't make it any better. The place was a shitter by all definitions.
It was no wonder the area was dubbed the Devil's Cradle especially with all the vicious creatures, that stalked its perimeter and the string of accidents that plagued nearly everything they did. The entire venture was a bust as far as he was concerned, but he wasn't the one paying the bills and the mistress wanted this...
And in his experience it was best to just capitulate to the woman's whims, more so if he wanted to keep his cushy job when they returned to Tyre. He just wished he knew what she was looking for this time. It would make his life easier.
But nobles were nobles and vague and obscure requests were the norm. And the mistress was no different, when it came to that fact at least.
All things considered though, the job wasn't too bad, he was away from the humdrum of domestic life and he was finally putting his considerable experience to use in the field once more, though given the past few weeks most of it was spent quelling his lust. It also didn't help that his servant girl was an absolute tease, from her lyrical native tongue to her eagerness to learn and please to her nubile flesh. It was the perfect package, and with her pleasured whimpers, he wanted nothing but more of her.
Tightening his grip on her slender waist, he began thrusting in earnest. Each time stretching her tight and sodden cunt around his considerable girth. It was like fucking a virgin each time. It was no wonder the bastard Imperials wanted this backwater so badly.
"Master, master," she moaned each time his jewels met her taut ass with a resounding Thwack!
It was a beautiful sound and he wanted more.
Grunting he redoubled his pace, jiggling the apple-sized mounds that were her breasts with their oversized areolas and nipples.
It was mesmerizing and with sweat glistening on her cinnamon-colored skin and her moans turning from common to her native tongue...
He licked his lips, leaned forward, and engulfed a nipple between his lips, his pace never faltering. He suckled, rolling the teat between his pearly teeth.
She shuddered, her pussy spasming around his length as she tightened her grip upon his drenched bedsheets and cried out in a high-pitched keen.
It was music to his ears and more would be better. He was already so close. He bit down, she wailed. He was so...
Just a...
A knock.
"Master Dominque," a voice said, shattering the moment.
He groaned and sighed," what is it?"
"Sorry to interrupt master, but we found something."
He sighed, it was probably nothing just like it'd been for the last dozen or so times, but Dominque was nothing if not thorough.
Another sigh," give me a minute," he said, extricating himself from her submissive embrace.
She looked up at him with her large eyes, a question written in them. He smiled and shook his head," stay, I'll be back soon."
She nodded, her eyes darting towards the massive fur lined blanket he'd tossed onto his tent's single chair.
He snorted, amusement tugging at his lips and crinkling his freshly earned wrinkles as he nodded. A moment later she was snug within the beast's pelt, a cup of ginseng tea in hand, and a smile on her face.
Shaking his head at the sight and with his loose clothes and boots on he stepped out into the structured chaos, that was this expedition. Like always the ground was muddy and from the grey clouds threatening what little sunlight they received so deep within the valley, it was going to rain.
The area they were located in was once the far edge of the Castillo's failed attempt at a prison colony. The place was a mess of churned dirt, blasted rocks the size of wagons, tents, and workers.
"It's this way, master," Gideon Du'laq said, his voice as reedy as ever as he motioned towards their latest excavation with his gnarly fingers.
"I do not like being interrupted, Gideon," Dominque said, following the gangly man with his grey shirt and pants.
He nodded," I am aware, master," he said," but I believe this is what we came to this heathen continent for."
"Very well," Dominque said, attempting not to roll his gold-flecked eyes at his secretary's remark.
A pot calling the kettle black, he thought as they approached the hole at the edge of their encampment. It was a decent sized thing, and after nearly three days of raining it was far wider than he'd expected.
Standing at its edge, a meaty hand on his hip and the sight of his sweat and mud-spattered workers around him with their tired and nervous expressions.
He nodded, acknowledging their efforts for what it was worth before peering into the hole.
"Well I'll..."
"Yes, master."
A nod," looks like things might finally be turning our way."
~Eliza
The air stunk of salt, mud, fish, and the floor beneath Eliza's feet swayed with the motion of the Rio. They were back on the junk headed into the interior, and as much as she wanted to spend more time relaxing she was glad to be back on a job. It meant they'd be away from the chaos that was Shijin and having spent most of her life within the confines of Tyre's capital, she'd become a fan of the wilds and travel. Even though the old crone would prefer it otherwise and Lisa more or less would have spent her time arguing the minutiae of contracts. For a woman who grew up in a hamlet with barely 50 people, the buxom brunette loved city life more than anything. A thought that always made Eliza chuckle.
The sight of two fishing herons with their black and white feathers caught her eyes as she rested her elbows on the rail of their small, rented junk. It'd been about two days since Alex dropped back into their life and about a day since they left Shijin after for their delivery at Dawnspoint. A tiny outpost located in the Talons, though that was probably an overstatement, given the outpost was nothing more than a crumbling tower at the mouth of the true interior of the jungle. It was a far-out delivery, but as Lisa liked to put it," money was money," and besides, it was a guild delivery contract. And those always put Lisa in a good mood, which meant...
She shook her head. As if, she thought, seeing one of the herons pluck up a wriggling fish between its pointed beaks. They'd not done any delving since the first years of their friendship and Lisa had put it into more words than were probably necessary, that she hated it. Though thinking about it, Eliza couldn't fault her, delving was equal parts dangerous and costly. And for a woman who was more abacus than human at times, it was an entirely unprofitable gamble.
A point Eliza agreed with, but...
