Jamess Adonis awoke from a restless sleep to a beam of sunlight striking him in the eyes. Squinting, he arose to a cold inn room, and immediately threw several lengths of oak into the wood-burning stove in the corner, stoking last night's fire.
Hearing a yawn, he turned to see his friend and compatriot, Pollux Morningstern, slowly awake from his slumber.
"Sweet Gods it is cold in here." He commented sleepily.
"I'm working on it." Jamess said, closing the stove's door. He rose to his feet and stretched, then pulled on his clothes and strapped on his breastplate and made his way to the door.
"Find out wherever the hell Jonas stayed the night and get him to Kilrath's, I'll get the other's, we roll out at noon."
The others were easier to find than Pollux's task, all but one was sitting at the bar of the Drunken Dragon enjoying a hearty breakfast of eggs and steak and pots of coffee.
"How are my adventurer's today?" Jamess asked, drawing his belt, the large bastard sword slapped familiarly against his toned left leg.
"Ready for the job, boss." Porter said, grabbing a slab of sirloin like it was an oversized meat brownie and tore a chunk off with his oversized canines. The Half-Orc mauled the meat loudly as juice ran down his chin.
"What is the job, anyway?" Kitty asked. She was toying with one of her daggers, flipping it through her fingers, "What's with the big mystery?"
Jamess rubbed at a smudge on the holy crest of his breastplate as he scanned the room, looking for anyone in earshot not privy to the information.
"Well, Miss Deville, Kilrath's got us moving alchemical components to Stoneraven. I'd like to keep as much attention away from us as we leave, the last thing we need is to get robbed on the way there."
"Well that just takes the fun out of it, now doesn't it?" Alice said, snatching Kitty's blade with her deft hands in a lightning quick grab as the dagger flipped between fingers. "I haven't gotten to stick a highway man in ages, these trips are starting to get boring."
"Duly noted, Miss O'roark, but as much as you might like carving up thieve's, I prefer to not get shot at all. If you remember our last outing, most of our money went to the priests to heal us."
"We faired better than those goddamn Goblins." Porter stated, taking another bite from the steak.
"Even still, Mr. Bruce, let's try to keep a low profile for the time being. I'm going to go check our mounts, we meet at noon at Kilrath's shop. That should give you all plenty of time to get provisions and whatnot. And buy some winter gear, it's going to be cold." With that he pulled on his cloak and headed for the stables.
Pollux strolled down the hall, wondering how he was going to find the one Jonas was shacked up in. Jonas was a class A pain in the ass, but he was the most experienced rogue the party had ever seen. His vices came dangerously close to making him a liability however, yet Jamess put up with him. And Jamess was the party's leader, and it was not his place to question the leader's decisions.
He stopped at a door suddenly and listened hard. He thought he'd heard...yes, he had. A woman, moaning. Moaning quite agreeably.
"Yep, this is it." Pollux muttered to himself.
He knocked, no answer.
"Jonas?" He said loudly.
"Go the fuck away, Pollux, I'm in the middle of something." Jonas called back.
"Damn it all." Pollux rolled his eyes, "hurry up, we roll out at noon."
"Sure thing, now go away."
Pollux turned swiftly, clutching his holy symbol as he made his way back down the hall. "If the god's don't curse us for him, it will be a miracle."
Jonas turned back to the job at hand once he heard footsteps leaving.
"He's gone." He said.
"Good, now get back to work!" She cried out, grabbing him by his jet black hair and pulling his face back between her legs. He readily dove back to her glistening pussy, slicked from her orgasms and his spit. Kyrwynn was his favorite girl in Harchester, the beautiful, buxom blonde was a half-nymph who ran the candy store in town.
She cried out again as he ran his skilled tongue up her slit, her large, supple breasts heaved as she panted. She pulled his face in tighter and ground her pussy into his lips as his tongue flicked across her clit with unnatural speed that only a very experienced man could do.
"Gods almighty, that feels so good." She sighed. He came up for air a second later.
"That was just the opener, baby, now it's time for the headline."
He pulled the blankets away from his torso and aimed his thick, hard cock for her hairless cunt. He gripped her gorgeously tanned legs and pulled her to him. She yelped as she was forcebly dragged to his cock, and in one smooth motion, parted her lips with the tip, and slowly drove his rod deep inside her waiting depths. Her eyes grew wide as her wet pussy seemed to gulp at him, drawing him in deeper and deeper until she felt the bush of his pubic hair tickling her pussy lips.
He drew out of her and slammed back in, his balls slapping at her sensitive asshole. She couldn't help but cry out as his entire length pulled out and drove back into her almost in the same instant, a wet clap sounding off every time they came together.
Her words were incoherent, a steady stream or vowels punctuated by gulps for air and yelps of ecstasy.
A fire began to grow inside her, and she welcomed it lovingly as a massive orgasm started to build. It did not take long for what felt like an explosion of pleasure to erupt inside her as she felt his thick shaft massaging the walls of her pussy.
She cried out, loudly, not even noticing that everyone in the building and most likely the next could hear her scream.
Jonas gasped as he felt her soft, beautiful pussy clench around his cock and squeeze him just right. He grabbed hold of her large, pert tits, pinching the cherry red nipples until they hardened under his fingertips. A few strokes later he could feel hot come building up in the base of his cock. He grunted loudly, and slammed one last time, burying himself deep in her twat as he fired spurt after spurt of red hot come deep into her orgasming pussy.
She was without words. He slowly drew out of her, a gush of hers and his come flowed out of her pussy hole when the head of his cock slid out of her with a small wet 'pop'. He grabbed the sheets and wiped the sweat from his body, and the come from his crotch. He started getting dressed.
"That...was...amazing..."She panted.
"Yes it was." He said, laying down next to her after he'd gotten his clothes one and snapped up his belt and bandoliers.
"When will you be back in town?" She asked breathlessly.
"Can't say. The Boss is being real secretive about it. Can't be more than a few weeks though."
"Well, let me know when you get back."
"Sure thing, sweetness." Jonas leaned in nd kissed her pouty lips, groping one of her tits as he did so."
He grabbed his pack and left the room. Two weeks. Three at the most. It would be a hard wait, but he could make it. He smiled as he made his way downstairs to find the others.
Porter Bruce was escorting the women through the market as they looked for rations that would keep on the trip.
"If'n it's Stoneraven we're 'eaded to, I imagine it'll be about a nine day journey." Bruce stated, giving a group of teenaged boys who were gawking at the two female rogues in their tight leathers the evil eye. One look at the towering brute sent them running.
He slung his great axe over one shoulder and picked up a handful of apples from a barrel and crammed them into a sack on his pelt, then tossed the skittish vendor a gold coin.
"Stoneraven on the eve of winter?" Alice O'roark stated, spying the fruit cart for other selections, "Don't you think Jamess could have found a colder place to go to?"
"Beats Stoneraven in the dead of winta'." Porter said, scooping up fistfuls of walnuts.
"Fuckin' ay on that note, Porter." Kitty said, she was looking at wheel's of hard cheeses in the next vendor's cart.
"I'm just saying, Jamess is a great leader, but he doesn't realize that we girls have a harder time in the wilderness than you boys do."
