Story Codes: (M/F)
 
 

    Shala flicked her wrist and felt the mana surge from her body, the magical energy taking the form of a nimbus of cold that crackled as it flew through the air to explode in the midst of the fallen ones. Beside her, Elaea hurled a javelin, the fierceness of the throw propelling the javelin through the bodies of several of the fallen ones, shattering them into shards of ice.

  “This is too easy,” Qu’tha said as he waved his skeletons forward. The animated bones darted into the remaining fallen ones, their arms rising and falling like clockwork as the imp creatures fell like wheat before the scythe. “To think, we thought that this cave would be a challenge to clear. We didn’t even need Artus or Bakar with us,” the necromancer said, referring to the other two members of the party. He yawned and wiped his knife clean on a rag torn from one of the fallen ones’ tunic. “Maybe we should split up to clear out the remaining caves.”

    “I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” Elaea said as she scanned the area for any more enemies. She and the other adventurers had been operating out of the Sisters’ camp in Westmarch for the past three days. In that time they had cleaned out two of the cave-warrens that the fallen ones used as their lairs. Artus the paladin from distant Kurast had arrived a week before that and had cleaned out several of the smaller dens on his own while Bakar had been responsible for two more dens that he had encountered on his way here from the north. “There are so many of these vermin, it is possible that we could be overwhelmed by them.”

    “Feh, I doubt that we would although perhaps little sister over there would be,” Qu’tha said with a smug grin. Shala blushed angrily as she pretended to study her staff. The necromancer hadn’t stopped needling her for freezing when that Wendigo had charged her. If Bakar hadn’t loped the creature’s head off with his massive sword...

    “I can take care of myself,” she said angrily and began to stalk back towards the cave entrance. A quick spell could open a portal back to the magical nexus that Akara had set up in the camp but she felt that she’d need the walk back to camp to calm down.

  “Shala! Dammit you fool girl, wait!” Elaea shouted as she retrieved one of her javelins and trotted after the sorceress. “We need to work together, necromancer,” she yelled over her shoulder. She gritted her teeth at the sound of his laugh and the sound of a portal opening. “You shouldn’t head off alone,” she said to Shala as she caught up.

  “I can take care of myself!” Shala snapped with a toss of her dark hair. “You all think I can’t do anything because of how I look!”

Elaea sighed and ran a hand through her honey blonde hair. She pulled off the leather band tying her hair back in a pony tail and shook it out as a light rain began to fall. She did have to admit that Shala looked more like an expensive harem girl than a sorceress of the Zann Esu. The amazon let her steps slow until she fell behind the younger woman and took a long moment to admire the sway of the sorceress’s bottom beneath her skirt. Elaea bit her lip and tied her hair back again, telling herself for what seemed the hundredth time that tumbling the sorceress would do no one any good. But how she’d like to tear the girl’s flimsy and revealing clothes off and have her way with her...
 
 

    Bakar smiled as he took hold of Charsi’s wrists and adjusted her hold on the maul. “There,” he said, “now you have balance and control.”

    “Oh, that is better,” Charsi said with a broad smile as she swung the maul back and forth experimentally.

    “Very good,” Bakar said as he stood back and watched Charsi’s muscles ripple as she went through a short weapons drill that he had taught her. “That will be it for the day,” he said as he looked up. Another storm was closing and night was falling fast. He smiled as he turned his gaze back to Charsi. The smith for the Sisters of the Sightless Eye was superbly muscled from her days at the forge. She reminded him of the women of his tribe back in the northern steppes around Mount Arreat. She was busty and wore her reddish-brown hair cut to around the nape of her neck. Quite different from the slender bodies of the other Sisters although he did admire them as well. “You should learn how to use a war hammer as well, if you’re attacked while you’re at the forge you won’t have time to grab another weapon.”

    Charsi set the head of the maul down on the earth and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She brushed back a damp lock of her hair and smiled shyly at Bakar. “It must be wonderful, being a barbarian, that is,” she said with a sigh. “I wish I could adventure like you.”

    Bakar shrugged as he stepped nearer to her. “Adventuring isn’t as wonderful as it’s made out to be. Dinner is never a sure thing and a warm bed is rare at best,” he said.

    “How about bed partners?” Charsi said and immediately blushed. She had never had as much experience with men, or women, as her other Sisters. Men would usually flock around them, each hoping to gain a taste of the fabled abilities of the Sisters. But she had gone almost unnoticed as she worked the forge. Still, she did see how the other women acted around men they wanted and she had been a good listener.

    “Even rarer,” Bakar said as he stepped closer. He was a huge man but Charsi came up to his eyes where even Artus came only up to his nose.
Charsi stared into Bakar’s eyes, feeling her pulse race as he smiled at her and bent his head closer to her’s. She felt her heart skip a beat when his lips brushed against her’s. She made a guttural sound of pleasure deep in her throat and wrapped her arms around Bakar’s broad shoulders. She heard him grunt as he lifted her in his arms and swept aside the fabric hanging over the entrance to her tent.

    Bakar smiled as he pulled the heavy leather apron off Charsi and threw it into a corner. She was wearing only a light tunic and her breeches underneath it and those soon joined the apron. Charsi lay back on the pallet that served as her bed, her large breasts heaving with each breath as she watched Bakar undo the straps and buckles that fastened his armor into place. She let out a soft gasp when she saw his cock spring free, it’s length the largest she had ever seen on a man. She ran her hands over the smooth skin of his scalp as he bent over her and kissed her again, his cock brushing over her thigh and leaving a trail of sticky liquid behind. She moaned again as his calloused hands gently spread her thighs apart and began to lightly brush over her wet quim.

    Bakar watched Charsi’s face screw up in pleasure as he stroked his fingers over her quim. He knew that most women expected him to be a brute in bed, he looked as if he would throw any helpless barmaid down on the floor and ravish her, but the women of his tribe expected far more from a true man. He heard Charsi moan loudly as he kissed her neck and trailed light kisses down her front to the globes of her breasts. He lay down on his side next to her, one hand still stroking her while he began to trace slow circles across Charsi’s bosom with the other.

    Charsi panted as Bakar began to run his tongue lightly across her breasts, alternating between the gentle stroking of his hand and the warmth of his mouth and tongue. She was amazed by him, she had been expecting a hard and fast fuck, animalistic in its intensity. Instead she found a lover who could outperform any of the seducing fops of the king’s court. She gritted her teeth together and fought to keep from screaming in pleasure as Bakar plunged two fingers into her and kissed her again. Charsi ran her hands over his back as he moved between her outspread thighs and began to press his cock against her opening. She moaned as he slowly pushed into her, his cock spreading her delightfully as he kissed her again.
Bakar groaned in pleasure as he pushed his length slowly into the warm and tight embrace of Charsi’s quim. He felt her hike one leg over his hip, allowing him to penetrate her ever deeper as he slowly rocked himself in. With one final thrust he was buried in her to the hilt. He stopped for a moment to savor the sensation and to look down on her face. She was flushed and sweating, her eyes closed tightly as she focused all her concentration on the pleasure she was feeling. Bakar smiled at a job well done and began to slowly thrust in and out of her, each time increasing his tempo slightly until her entire body was rocking beneath him.

    Charsi threw her head back, her mouth wide as she gasped for breath, each thrust of Bakar’s cock sending a wave of pleasure through her body. One hand clutched at his back, her short nails digging into the hard muscle of his shoulder while the other pushed against the pallet for support as she bucked her hips towards him. Their bodies made a rhythmic noise as their flesh connected and parted, sweat beading on their naked bodies. After what seemed an eternity, Charsi felt herself on the brink of a climax better than she had ever imagined. Her hips began to speed as she humped up towards Bakar, her head twisting and tossing from side to side as she gasped in pleasure.

    Bakar was trying desperately to keep from exploding within Charsi, he wanted to prolong and draw out her climax as much as possible. He slowed his thrusts and began to move with her, keeping her on the brink and making her groan in her desire to come. He groaned as she wrapped both her legs around his waist and grabbed his hips, using all her strength as a smith to force him into her. They struggled for a moment and Bakar gave in. He pushed himself deep into her as he kissed her again and began to thrust at a steadily increasing pace. Soon he heard her crying out as her inner muscles tightened around him. He lasted a fraction of a second longer and then he felt himself loosing his seed within her, his head spinning as he collapsed onto her.

    They lay together for a long moment, both their bodies shuddering with the power of their climaxes. Then Bakar lifted himself off Charsi’s sweaty and flushed body and lay down next to her on the pallet. The sounds of their heavy and hoarse breathing filled the tent as they pulled the blankets up over themselves and listened to the sound of yet more rain falling on the tent.
 
 

    Gheed ground his teeth together as his hand flew over his engorged cock. His seed shot forth and splattered over the muddy ground as he watched Charsi’s naked body writhing underneath the barbarian from the north. How he wanted to be doing that to the buxom smith, but watching it was almost as good. He drew a hand across his brow as he stood and shifted the tent fabric down and covering the torn seam in the tent.

    “Enjoy the show?” he heard Kashya say from behind him. Gheed froze and waited for the sound of Kashya’s sword slicing through the air before it sliced through his body. When the death blow didn’t come he slowly turned to face her. From the way her face was flushed and the disarray of her armor, he guessed that she had been enjoying the show as much as he had. “You tell no one, I tell no one,” she said with a grim smile. Gheed nodded and sagged in relief as she sauntered back through the night towards the main campfire. He almost turned for another peek at Charsi but decided his luck was stretched thin enough as is and hurried back to his wagon.
 
 

    Blood Raven smirked as she sent another arrow streaking from her bow into the heart of a goat man. She and the amazon, Elaea, had set up an informal challenge to see which one of them would be the one to kill the demon Andariel and retake the Monastery. She smiled as the last goat man collapsed in a blood soaked pile and lowered her bow. At this rate she’d have Andariel’s head on her spear within a week.

    She allowed herself the pleasure of whistling a jaunty tune as she sauntered back towards the entrance to the cave. She prided herself on not using the portal to get back from these expeditions. Unlike those new adventurers, she would use her legs and walk back to camp.

    Blood Raven paused when she heard a stone clatter across the floor of the cave. Likely some monster hiding, she thought as she nocked an arrow and scanned the cavern.
“You’re dead,” she whispered as she let an arrow fly at the hunched shape of a goat man hiding in the shadows. Too late she realized it was a corpse as another goat man rose from behind a boulder and threw a glass bottle at her. She tried to hold her breath as a foul cloud rose from the shattered bottle but a club thrown from the shadows knocked her breath out of her. She gasped for a breath of air and saw her vision dimming as the poison took its effect. Her last conscious thought was the realization that the poison wasn’t fatal but was a sleeping gas...