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Chapter Three: The Quest
The next dawn found the three eating a light breakfast next to a little
stream. Liselle had had enough good sense to grab some food when she went to
get some clothes so the trio was lucky enough to eat some dried bacon and some
tasteless flour cakes. A tension seemed to hang in the air, as none of the
three knew what to make of the previous night's events.
Erin finished chewing a piece of meat and then finally broke the silence.
"Where next, chief."
Mercyn glowered at the elf and picked up another hot cake off the fire. It
was hot so he juggled it from finger to finger. "You can go wherever you
want."
"I was kind of thinking of hanging out with you for awhile," the elf replied,
ignoring the glare Liselle shot at her as she uttered the words.
"You'll just get in the way," the warrior muttered.
The elf chuckled. "My dear Liselle, you were correct, he is quite stupid."
The girl nodded in response and turned her glare on the warrior.
"I don't have to take this," his reply was indignant but totally half-hearted.
"But you will, my dear," Erin whispered seductively. She reached out with a
supple hand and caressed one of his unshaven cheeks, locking eyes with the
warrior. "Because us girls are just so sexy."
Liselle's suddenly couldn't figure out whom to glare at. Her eyes shifted
from one to the other glaring at first the man and then at the elf. But when
neither broke their gaze, the glare was quickly gone. She reached out and
grabbed Mercyn's hand. The contact caused him to shake himself free of the
elf's gaze, but he also pulled his hand away from the girl. Erin only sat back
and laughed.
Mercyn stood up, facing the elf. Neither woman could miss the far away look
in his eyes. "Listen, I just want to be alone. I don't need you to come with
me and I definitely don't want you to come."
"And what about me?" an indignant Liselle had also stood. Her hands were on
her hips in a mirror image of her outburst in the village. This time, though,
she was clothed and the effect was less arousing, but not by much.
Unfortunately for Mercyn, her glare and the tone of her voice erased all such
thoughts. "Perhaps you thought to leave me all alone in the wilderness? You
might not need me to go wherever you are going, but I could certainly use some
help. I suppose you thought you could steal my virginity and then discard me
like a dirty towel. I think not."
Mercyn was stunned, obviously at a loss for words as to how to respond to the
black-haired fireball standing before him.
"Excuse me," Erin drew Liselle's glare. "I don't believe he stole your
virginity. I clearly remember you giving it away quite freely."
Liselle turned a deep shade of red as first the elf and then Mercyn started
laughing uncontrollably.
"That is not funny," Liselle sat down with a pout on her face. A few minutes
of watching the others laugh cured her embarrassment and she soon joined in.
Once she regained control, Liselle stood up again and started gathering their
few possessions. "Alright, now that that is settled, where are we going?"
Mercyn got strangely quiet and withdrew back into himself. "I am on a quest."
The women just waited for the warrior to continue. After a pause, he did.
"We are going to find the Ring of Power."
Erin raised her eyebrow in wonder. "Do you know where it is?"
Mercyn shook his head. "But I know someone who does. The Oracle."
The elf shook her head. "You know, you could have picked a tougher quest.
Maybe. How about we slay a dragon instead and call it a day."
The warrior's steely gaze made the elf feel regret her levity. "I don't
suppose you have the Keys," she added in a far more serious tone.
"No, but I know where to find them."
"Excuse me, but what the hell is the Ring of Power and who the hell is the
Oracle," Liselle demanded. She moved a couple steps closer to Mercyn but
looked to the elf for a response.
"The Ring of Power is supposed to grant wishes for the wielder. It was lost a
long time ago. That you haven't heard of it is not surprising. Some legends,
though refer to it as the Ring of Life, while it is called Madrigal's Ring by
my people and the Wizard's Ring by its maker."
"Oh," Liselle stood for a moment, trying to absorb the elf's words.
Erin continued. "The Oracle is supposed to know everything in the world. If
anyone knows where Madrigal's Ring is now, it would be the Oracle. But to see
the Oracle you need the three Keys to the Hidden Cave. The cave is actually
misnamed, as it seems a great many people know its location. Unfortunately,
the Keys have been lost for over a hundred years."
"Not so," Mercyn shook his head as the elf finished. "One has been found, the
other lies nearby and I managed to discover the location of the third. Twenty
years ago, Haran the Black managed to gather two of the Keys. Unfortunately,
the guardian of the second Key managed to kill him before he escaped. Both
rings stayed right there, in the catacombs beneath Hav, until two years ago.
Some adventurer braved the catacombs and recovered the first Key. He gave it
to Princess Alia as a gift of his undying love. His love may have been undying
but the catacombs took care of his body when he went searching for the second."
"Where is the third?" Liselle asked.
"At the bottom of a volcano."
Erin sat back and exhaled a deep breath. "So all we need to do is walk in to
the capital of the Havelin Empire and demand the first Key from the Emperor's
daughter, search an endless set of caves for the second and then take a swim in
molten lave for the third. Well as long as it is important." She stood and
began to gather her stuff.
"Why are we on this quest?" Liselle inquired, innocently enough.
The elf cringed at the question. She had sensed something in the man that
said he would not welcome such a question. Only desperate men took such a
quest.
Her instincts were correct as Mercyn's face suddenly drained of all emotion
and color. "I don't know why you are on this quest." He grabbed his sword and
stalked off through the trees.
Liselle grabbed her stuff and started to chase after him when Erin grabbed her
arm. "Give him some time." Liselle looked after the retreating man and then
nodded. The two women grabbed the rest of their stuff and followed a few
minutes later.
Mercyn hadn't gone far and the women quickly caught up. For the rest of the
day they traveled in silence.
The copse of trees let them out onto another rolling plain though this time
they could make out the purple of a mountain range in the distance and there
was no sign of human habitation. They traveled cross-country most of the day,
the grass on the plains reached Liselle's waist so the going was far tougher on
her than it was for her two taller companions but she trudged on, even though
she wasn't used to traveling like this or at such a pace. She never
complained, even though her discomfort was obvious. Both Mercyn and the elf
were quite aware of her difficulties, but neither spoke about them, nor did the
pace lessen. Erin did not want to embarrass the girl nor did she think her
comments would be welcome. Mercyn just didn't care. Liselle had touched areas
he didn't want touched and he was punishing her.
About midday Mercyn realized how horrible he was being. They shortly reached
a road that ran in the general direction they were traveling. He called for a
break even though neither he nor the elf required it. Liselle was so tired
that she didn't notice their pitying looks. When they resumed, the pace was
much more suited for the smaller woman. But when the storm broke, the pace
again increased, this time by necessity as they searched for shelter.
At first the rain was light and didn't hamper them much, but when the thunder
started to roll, the light rain became a downpour. They were still far from
any apparent shelter, as the plain seemed to stretch all the way to the
mountains. As the wind and the rain picked up their visibility became nil.
They traveled in the rain for hours though it seemed like days to the drenched
trio. Finally, as the day began to darken and they sensed that night was
approaching they saw a huge, dark shape loom before them. As they got closer
they found it was some sort of broken hill, its jagged top reaching nearly a
hundred feet into the air above the plain. The road curved around the side of
the hill and right at its base stood a small, one-roomed shack.
No lights shown through the one window and when Mercyn pounded on the door, no
one answered. Quickly deciding it was abandoned, Mercyn pushed open the door
and the trio entered. The shack was just as it appeared from the outside, a
single room with a single door and a single, small window set next to the door.
A dark fireplace dominated one wall and a rickety table was the only piece of
furniture. The ceiling was fairly sound as water only dripped from a handful
of spots. A layer of dust covered most of the room and the smell of mildew
dominated the air. Rolling thunder followed a bolt of lightning as the group
hustled inside.
"Well, at least its mostly dry," Liselle offered, eyeing the room with
resigned distaste.
"We could use a fire. I think I saw some wood piled outside." Mercyn didn't
want to go back out into the rain but the thought of a fire appealed to him.
He struggled back out into the storm and found a small stack of wood next to
the side of the shack. A rusted axe lay next to the pile. He grabbed an
armload of wood and brought it inside.
"It is wet, but it should work." He went back out for another load while the
women tried to start the fire. Shortly after he returned, they succeeded.
The fire crackled to life and they all sat back, trying to force some of the
wet and the cold out their bodies and their clothes. As they gathered around
the fire, Liselle and Erin exchanged a look.
The elf pushed herself away from the fire. "I want to have a look at this
hill. Something about it makes me nervous."
"You don't have too," Liselle whispered to her, guilt clear on her face.
"I know," the elf responded with a soft smile.
"I'll go with you," Mercyn responded, oblivious to the meaning in the women's
exchange.
"No, I might be able to get some fresh game if I don't have a lumbering hulk
like yourself following me around like a lost dog. You better stay her and get
dry." The elf shook her head and rolled her eyes at Liselle. The girl stifled
a giggle.
The elf left, leaving the two humans alone in the shack. There was silence
except for the crashing thunder and the crackling fire until Mercyn spoke to
the girl's back. "I'm sorry for the way I acted. I had no excuse."
Liselle stopped ringing out her cloak as he spoke but she did not turn around.
"I already lost someone and I don't-"
"Shhh," she quickly turned and interrupted him with a finger to his lips. She
lightly kissed his nose. "You don't need to explain."
Then, as vicarious as the wind, she spun away and stood by the fire facing
away from him. "Besides, I have decided you need to be punished." She quickly
unlaced her pants and let them drop to the floor. Her buttocks were beautiful
in the light of the fire, shadows danced across them like clowns in a manic
play. Slowly the girl spun back to the man and stepped towards him. She
stepped across his body as he sat, her legs straddling him and his face inches
from her sex. "Eat me."
Mercyn was taken aback for only a moment. Before she could utter the words a
second time he leaned forward and kissed her directly on her the lips of her
labia. His tongue slid from his mouth and penetrated the folds slightly before
sliding up and gently flicking across her clitoris. He tasted sweat and dirt
at first and her skin was clammy from the rain, but when the first moan escaped
Liselle's lips he soon forgot about taste and the cold and reveled in the
pleasure he was passing along.
He jabbed his tongue at her clitoris a couple times, barely touching the bud,
and then circled, but never touched, her secret spot, leaving a hot trail of
saliva in his wake. When his tongue returned for a slow lick of her clitoris,
starting at the base and slowly sliding beneath the protective jacket, Liselle
shuddered and her legs collapsed.
Mercyn fell back under her weight crashing onto his back as Liselle collapsed
atop him, his head firmly planted between her thighs. She grabbed the back of
his head and ground herself into his face, soft groans rumbling deep in her
throat. Mercyn had to momentarily forgo his ministrations as it was suddenly a
struggle to breathe. Finally he was forced to grab the girl's thighs and hold
her still.
He ran his tongue the length of her labia, each time finishing on the clitoris
with a twist of his tongue, each twist sliding a different direction. He then
reached up and took the clitoris between his lips and sucked lightly, eliciting
a shudder from the woman atop him. His tongue danced across the tip as he held
the clitoris in his mouth, sucking lightly. He could feel the tension in her
thighs abate when he released her from his lips. He smiled to himself, as he
began to run his tongue across her clitoris with broad wet strokes, making sure
to slide his tongue beneath the hood before starting each stroke. Another note
of pleasure slipped from her mouth.
He lightly lifted her with one hand, not enough to move her but enough for him
to slide one hand between her legs. He brought his thumb up to the lips of her
labia and gently caressed the folds, at first only playing with the wetness and
not penetrating. Then he changed the strokes of his tongue. Instead of the
broad, wet strokes, he focused his tongue to a point and started to make sharp
sweeping strokes across her button. At first he started slow, waiting several
seconds between each stroke. Then he began to gain speed, first decreasing the
time between licks and then increasing the speed of the stroke itself. He felt
the muscles in her body tense and he slowed back down, but each time he slowed
down he never slowed more than the time previous. He slid his thumb inside her
and caressed her inner walls as he began to increase his pace one more time.
This time he varied his speed from stroke to stroke, careful to never develop a
pattern. He used his thumb as a counterpoint to his tongue, varying the
strokes even more and adding a layer of complexity to his actions.
He soon felt her frustrations mount as he felt her muscles tense in
anticipation and then release when he backed off. He listened to her
breathing, waiting for the growl of desperation that he knew would come. When
it did he abruptly changed his motions. Now, instead of working against each
other, he moved his tongue and his thumb in unison. Slowly he picked up speed
and her body responded. Her muscles clenched around his thumb, relegating it
to moving in tiny circles within her. He listened to the clenching of her
teeth, always increasing speed but always holding something back. When he
heard her breaths come in gasps through her clenched teeth he sensed the moment
approaching and left nothing in reserve. With every bit of speed he could
muster he pushed his tongue back and forth along her clitoris.
He held tightly to her leg with his free hand as her convulsions
threatened to pull her away from his tongue. He held her against his speeding
tongue until he felt her body release in orgasm and the muscles in her vagina
pulse around his thumb. Then he changed tactics again, this time holding his
tongue still against her clitoris. At this moment her clitoris was at its most
sensitive and the wrong move could easily cause pain. Lightly he touched the
bud and he imperceptibly flicked the end of tongue. His tongue never left the
clitoris as his tongue barely moved, but her body felt it and responded with a
shudder and the loudest moan yet flew from her mouth. Again he moved it ever
so little and again she shuddered and this time the pulsing in her vagina
regained strength for a moment.
He repeated his motions till she could take no more and she stood
and leaned against the table. She paused to catch her breath and turned back
to the reclining man. She lifted her tunic from her body and tossed it aside.
"Fuck me," she taunted him with a devilish smile her naked body
bringing him to instant arousal.
Mercyn smiled in response and quickly tore off his clothes. He
moved into her arms and wrapped her in his strength. He lowered his lips to
her and shared with her her own juices. She laughed as she licked the moisture
from his lips and then thrust her tongue deep into his mouth, digging for his
throat. She slid her hands down his back and cupped his ass. "I want you to
fuck me like HE was going to," she cackled and then her tongue was back inside
his mouth.
He didn't need to be told HE was, the memory of last night was
still quite fresh. He smiled as he spun the girl around and bent her over the
table. He was far gentler than the giant in the village had been. He spread
her legs and then eased his hard cock into her wetness. Gently he began to
stroke inside of her. He watched as his hardness slid into her. The sight was
a turn on, he was not small and the girl's labia had to stretch wide to take in
his cock. He began to slide in a little deeper and a little faster, the
friction and the warmth adding to his excitement.
Liselle grunted in pain as he thrust the entire length inside of her, quickly
snapping Mercyn back to an awareness of the woman beneath him. Instantly, he
adjusted his pace to a slower and shorter stroke.
This did not please Liselle and she slammed her fist against the table. "Fuck
me, dammit. I'm not some porcelain doll. Fuck me hard."
Mercyn paused, all thrusting stopped. He was suddenly unsure how to proceed.
Liselle pressed her face and hands against the table and thrust back at him.
"Fuck me," she growled. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."
He didn't need to be told again and he began to thrust deep inside of her. At
first he was still worried about hurting her but as her mantra continued he
forgot about her pain. Liselle began to slam her open palms against the table
and the table began to wobble precariously as Mercyn began to slam mercilessly
inside the woman. His mind never registered the pain-laced moans that issued
from her throat as his moment built. He never saw her hand snake between her
legs to rub her clitoris. He never heard the howling of the wind outside the
shack. He pounded with no remorse now, his hands on her hips pulling her hard
against his thighs, his face clenched and pointing towards the ceiling, the
slapping of their thighs was the only sound he heard. He felt his orgasm
approach and then with one final, great thrust and an agonized groan, he
unloaded himself deep inside her. The warmth of his seed combined with the
ministrations of her fingers was enough to send her over the edge a second
time.
He held himself inside her for a moment after he was spent. He could feel
himself soften inside her and then his cock popped loose. They both gasped for
air and then, with a sigh, he lowered his satisfied body onto her heaving form.
Unfortunately, that was the last straw for the rickety table and it crashed to
the floor beneath the couple.
They both laughed amid the wreckage as Mercyn rolled onto his back, pulling
Liselle's head onto his chest. After she regained control she rose up and
looked him in the eye, that mischievous grin not quite gone.
"I already know what I taste like tonight. I wonder how you taste?" With
that she slid down his body and took him inside her mouth.
Things might have proceeded further but a very wet elf suddenly slid in the
door and slammed it shut behind her. Her breathing was heavy and fast as she
pushed her body up against the door. Startled, Liselle let go of his cock and
scramble away from him, covering her body with her wet clothes. Mercyn merely
sat up and dragged some clothes across his crotch.
"Hope I didn't disturb anything, but we got a problem."
"What?" Mercyn asked, the pleasure of the last few minutes still clouding his
mind.
"Can't you hear?" the out of breath elf asked, incredulous.
Mercyn paused and listened to the storm. The wind was wild and howled through
the night. Occasional streaks of lightning lit the window and the accompanying
thunder drowned even the wind.
"What? All I here is a storm," Liselle was stumped. "The wind sure is loud,
though."
Her words clicked in Mercyn's head and he swore. He jumped to his feet and
ran to the window. Deep in the gloom he could make out the shapes moving in
the storm.
"Grommen," he whispered.
"Grommen?" Liselle looked to Erin.
"Wolves. Big Wolves. Big, man-eating wolves."
"Shit," Mercyn swore as he picked up his sword. "I wish I could
just go a day without someone or something wanting to kill me."
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