I hope people enjoy this. People who post these stories are looking for many things. I just enjoy comments, and knowing people enjoy the story.
I would like to know, if you do Jack/Jill off that the stories help. If, as you are enjoying yourself, you peal another layer of the dark onion of desire in the back of your mind, and think to yourself "wow, if only they....".
Leave a comment. You're likely not alone. Honestly, know you're not alone even if you are one percent, there are millions of us. So just know even the comments are free. if you want to PM ideas, questions, or random non related stuff. BTW this is now just over half of what was written, editing is slow...
The idea may not be in every segment, but you will certainly be more likely see your fetish if you request it. I write because I haven't seen enough stories they way I like.
There will be a three part story (called 'Sweat', 'Spit', and 'Tears') about the Spear Mistresses and their rather single minded efforts to purge the elves. you haven't seen the last of them.
Also (restitution of love) is being edited too. It'll be the sequel for dissolution of love.
Look for series 'Victorious' it's a present day work, and more involved. (I hope) It fell out of my head, it works, and I enjoy it. I hope we can share.
So please enjoy and comment freely.
Marcos figured that after slightly more than two weeks of travel out of Pyressel they would arrive in Sellis. For several days, they were able to find conveniently placed inns. The land around them slowly opened up as the forest gave way to the lowlands of grassy clearings and meadows. Marcos was pleased with their efficient travels.
The money they used attracted attention. People at inns and stables would furtively look around after taking it and secreting it away. Marcos rapidly noticed how they coveted the gold or silver coins. He thought of how if the guild controlled the markets then this money would be quickly turned over to them and disappear. It seemed that the people were stockpiling what they could on their own. A common trait in centralized systems, they lose track of the small transactions. No system is good enough to work against the collective.
Marcos was not sure if this meant they wanted to leave the area and needed the money, or if the individuals meant to keep all the outside money for themselves, or if they had a black market that used it. He couldn't seem to ask anyone what they valued the money for until the fifth night traveling. The group went up stairs after dinner and Marcos hung around to get answers.
He had tipped a waitress for a drink and flipped a coin at her from across the table. Men from across the serving area pounced on her and he watched while deep in thought as the barkeeper and other waitresses defended the woman from being robbed. After things calmed down, he was able to walk up to the front of the inn and have a word with the innkeeper.
"What's the problem with money around here?" He asked furtively.
"Excuse me sir?" The skinny innkeeper asked. Marcos noted later that he was uncharacteristically thin for his profession.
"The money. Why did everyone get so excited over it just now?" Marcos turned and looked at him full on.
"It can be used in more places then a guild voucher, and it's real. Most shop owners and merchants have left and only traveling traders come in rarely. When they do come into town, they only work or sell stuff for real money." The innkeeper shrugged. "That money buys a lot of stuff the guild doesn't sell."
"Thank you." Marcos said slipping out several coins and stepping back. He watched the innkeeper quickly snatch away the money like all the others. He moved up to his room with the same thoughtful expression he'd been wearing a lot lately.
"Well, hello." Kaarthen said from the tub as Marcos entered his room. Her white hair was unbraided and flowed behind her. Mara was attending her long pale legs and was naked to keep her other clothes dry.
"This town is starved like all the others. Did you know caravans come into town to sell them basic services?" Marcos said walking past them to a sofa they moved away from the fireplace for the tub. He pulled out his swords and laid them against the couch.
"Like what?" Kaarthen asked.
"Tailors, shopkeepers, and shoe makers I suppose. They almost had a riot down stairs when I tipped the waitress." Marcos said suddenly getting an idea.
"A riot huh?" Kaarthen mused. "An outbreak of chaos for money?"
"Yes Kaarthen, that would be perfect." His mind envisioned riots breaking out all over the countryside once they got to Sellis.
Marcos bent to kiss her. "Wh...What?" Kaarthen said looking at him confused and turned in the tub to watch him closer. "Hmm, you seem happy. Have you come to a solution about the complex economic debacle looming ahead of us?"
"Perhaps." Marcos said and retreated to the sofa.
Moments later, Kaarthen stood and the water glistened off her body as she towered over the room. Her statuesque for was heavily muscled and only slightly padded. Her heavy pendulous breasts swung and swayed flicking drops back into the tub. Standing in the small tub, she seemed to dwarf everything around her. Mara looked like a pixie hopping on her toes trying to dry her Mistress.
"I think you've grown taller Kaarthen. Tell me, how do you think we could get into the inner circle of the nobles and rub shoulders with royalty?" Marcos mused. He started to distract her by undressing as she thought about it.
"Umm money? They like money right?" Kaarthen said not understanding what he wanted her to know. Mara was slowly and softly rubbing her dry with the towel. Mara's large breasts also pressed against her as she slid around her.
"Right, but that would be handled by clerks and pursers. How would we get close?" He said watching Kaarthen bend over for her hair to be wrapped.
