A berserker’s voyage (Closed for milkmaiden38, and Shadowlace)

[Nico231]

A night black as coal, the moon hidden behind the clouds. The forest of Westleef was quiet, aside from the wind, and nocturnal animals that had come out to play. It was pure darkness for miles with the only shred of light coming from a torch, slowly moving through the wooded area. The torch’s flame illuminated the area surrounding it, revealing who was holding the torch.

The owner of said torch was a human male of intimidating stature, a Viking berserker adorned with a bear pelt cloak, with the bear’s head serving as a hood. He was so big and frightening you could accidentally confuse him for a bear. His name was Asbjorn, a warrior feared for his sheer brutality, and immense physical strength, nothing could put him down once he got angry. He walked through the woods with haste, trying to reach the other side under the impression that there was a village there.

On his back his axe and shield rested, his free hand balled into a fist, ready for a fight. As he made it to the end of the forest, and out into the open plains again, he saw the town of Greenhorne, a peaceful village adjacent to Westleef, the two towns separated by a forest where travelers would often congregate for drinks and merrymaking. He entered the town tavern affectionately named: “Elderberry Tavern.” He entered and sat down at the bar, slamming a few coins on the table. He shouted to the barkeep, “A pint of Meadow Mead, and make it hard!”

The barkeep nodded and took the coins before going to make his drink. As he waited, he looked around, eyeing everyone in the tavern to see if anyone was a threat, any fighter or spell caster in the place was already tipsy, or too engrossed in their conversations to notice the giant of a man sitting at a barstool. He stopped looking around when his eyes landed squarely on a girl, a fair one at that. He felt compelled to go and talk with her. He stood up, but immediately sat back down muttering under his breath, “Asbjorn, you’re on a quest for your homeland! Do not get distracted!” He just kept staring at her from across the bar, enamored by her beauty.

 

[milkmaiden38]

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Gilda

The smell of unwashed bodies permeates the air and invades her nose but it was the floor that really bothered her, blood, mud, food, and spilled ale. SPILLED ALE! That was a crime! Wasting good ale like that.

She looked up from the floor and around the room. Eyes stared at her assessing her. Some were bright with the hot-blooded male lust. Some were full of greed looking at her expensive, fancy clothing, and jewels staff. She could see it written across their faces as they sat and ate, polished their weapons, or enjoyed a smoke.

At the bar was a bear of a man. His wore bear pelt and had huge arms. His face was rugged, with faint scare along one cheek, but handsome. He was… she was not sure what he was doing. Maybe waiting for another person. He did slightly raise an eyebrow when he looked at her. She thought his face was saying “nice body… a bit too much skin showing… she might be a whore.”

Glida glanced down at her outfit. She was obviously dressed like a sexy sorceress. Her magical powers were on display. A glance into her staff with its globe of arcing blue light, told them everything they needed to know. She pushed back her long blonde, almost silver hair exposing her friendly and prefect face. She had been called statuesque by her friends. The thought gave her self-confidence and she held her shoulders back, proudly. This action made her black bikini top stretch across her massive chest. The blue on top of her staff glowed brighter as if the magic in the gem grew more excited looking at her huge jugs. Her slender waist was barely covered. Her womanly hips were exposed as only a small piece of black material covered her crotch. The slit expose all of her long smooth legs. She wore above the knee long black boots on her feet.

“The staff may say magic… but the rest of my outfit does say whore” Glide joked with herself. She raised her mug to the bear of a man and took a swig. Then belched like a commoner. The joys of not being around nobles!

 

[Nico231]

When she returned his gaze, that clued him in as to what his next move should be. His ale arrived but he didn’t notice as he ogled her features. His navy blue eyes were locked onto her hair, which was white like snow, her eyes blue like the sea, and her bosom was gigantic! He turned to his Meadow Mead and took a swig; the drink’s minty, herbal flavor snapped him back from his ogling as he stood from his barstool.

When he stood, many patrons looked directly at him, they never saw humans as massive as him since the average male height was 5’8. He stood a menacing 6’6, towering over everyone, even the people of his berserker tribe. Seeing her uncouth behavior intrigued him even more, so Asbjorn started to walk over to her table.

As his giant, lumbering figure came into view, she could see his face clearly, covered in more scars than she thought. He slammed his tankard on her table and sat across from her. “Evening. What’s your name? You have the attitude of a peasant but the face of a noble.” He took another swig of his drink as he occasionally looked over his shoulder, weary of threats.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Gilda

The big man walked over to her table. Gilda was not looking for company. However, as he grew closer, she recognized who he was in an instant, Korgan Bloodaxe! She, of course, was totally wrong. She decided that talking to Korgan would be amusing and allowed him to sit.

“Perhaps, I’m a noble peasant?” Gilda replied with a smile on her face. “You, however, I know all about. You are the great Korgan Bloodaxe, from black bear lodge. Tragically, you lost both your parents quite young and were left orphaned. This led you to a life of raping, thieving, and killing.

You genuinely enjoy violence and admired those who displayed great skill in combat. However, the most interest part of your personality is your surprising enjoyment in writing poetry. Some verses are eloquent and concise while others are crude limericks scrawled into the walls of privies. You also have a particularly crass sense of humor. You readily insult others and appreciated when they responded in kind.” Gilda explained.

She leaned in and looked him directly into the eyes

“How is this for an insult. You have the IQ of a cardboard box filled with rat shit and pig semen. I mean, your intelligence is lower than a goblin’s hygiene standards. You fight so slowly a paralyzed child can beat you. But the worst part is you have the personality of a potato!” Gilda leaned back in her chair, proud of her insults

An elf sitting at the table behind hers leaned over and said “That is not Korgan Bloodaxe”

Gilda eyes got as big as dinner plates “Oh… wow… this is embarrassing”

 

[Nico231]

Asbjorn got angry, but didn’t fully rage, so he sat there clenching his tankard as he broke it in half with the sheer force of his ironclad grip. “So I’m a daft, sluggish, humdrum man huh?” He let the words sink in as his rage grew. If his fury was a fire, then she doused it with gasoline. His anger burned ferociously as he tensed up.

In a swift movement, he stood up and grabbed her by her neck, his powerful grip able to crush, and break. He lifted her out of her seat and held her there. This led to a cacophony of screams and cries of terror from tavern patrons, horrified at what they were now witnessing.

He looked her dead in her eyes as he balled his right hand into a fist, the knuckles cracking and popping as he did so. “The last thing you want to do is test my patience, girl. I have killed more people than you can possibly imagine.” He was ready to cover the tavern walls with a fresh coat of red paint. His fury reached a boiling point as he was about to throw her through the wall of the tavern.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Gilda

Gilda realized this was another situation where her big mouth had gotten her in trouble. The huge man just reached over and picked her up! Fuck he was strong.

“Ok… calm down…” She gasped

He formed a fist getting ready to hit her. “Not the face” She told him… then added “or my boobs... or any other place that would leave a mark on my prefect skin!” Gilda gasped

Her comments only seemed to make him even more angry.

The elf at the other table stood up. “Hey, Berserker, you are holding Princess Gilda. Although no one in the royal family likes her. They might come after you if you smear her all over the walls.” He warned the big man.

 

[Nico231]

His gaze left Gilda and focused onto the elf who stood and went to her defense. His eyes pierced him, his intimidating presence sending shivers down the elf boy’s spine. He remembered what King Hans told him before he set out for the realm of Aerovia. His king had told him, “There are only a few times where you should kill, Asbjorn. If you must defend your life, or someone else’s, and if it is for the sake of attaining personal glory, no other times. If you do, we will be hated for the damage caused by you.”

Asbjorn looked back at Gilda, a mildly less angry look on his face, as he dropped her on her ass, before he turned towards the door of the tavern and made his exit, walking towards the eastern end of Greenhorne. Once he reached the edge of the town he sat and thought about many things. He thought, “What can I do for glory? These verdant lands suffer from barely any problems...”

He sighed as he took his axe from his back and looked at it, the blood on the blade from when he killed a band of marauders a few hours before, he looked up at the starry night sky angry that there were no worthwhile opponents or battles. “This continent is full of weaklings! Why would King Hans send me to get rapport with these people?!” He slammed his fist against the ground, in anger.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Bilynn Moonsinger

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Bilynn smiling she waggled her fingers came over the big man sitting on the rock. She moved like a jungle cat surveying her territory.

"There are many ways to win battles… to have rapport with people.” Bilynn told the large man. “Please excuse me, but I could not help but over hear you.”

She had heard his voice. It was deep, and his accent wasn't native.

“Rapport is about relationships… bonds… affinity” She explained as took one of his hands away from his axe and held it with both of her hands up against her chest. Her one eyebrow raised. "You can’t establish rapport alone.”

Bilynn was hoping this man understood she was flirting with him. That she want to be invited to his bed chambers. He was such a big human… she a slender elf. Such pleasure. Such raw lust. Would he be rough or soft with her? She had not had sex in a great long while. This man seemed so capable of pleasing a woman. But would he have her?

His body was perfect, so big and strong. She just knew his cock would leave a woman satisfied. She hoped it had girth and length. In her mind he was over her with rippling muscles as he pounded in her and bring her unending joy.

 

[Nico231]

He heard the feminine voice and immediately tensed up, locking his dark blue eyes on her as he determined if he should fight. He listened to what she had to say, upon her apology, he told her, "It's fine, elf girl." He took a deep breath as he laid back and looked up at the sky. "Building rapport is hard when you're so big everyone runs away!" He boomed loudly.

When she took his hand up against her chest, tiny in comparison to his massive calloused hand, he was confused. Asbjorn seldom interacted with women as most of his time was spent fighting, raiding, or training. As much as he wanted to get out of town since problems were scarce in Greenhorne, he at least had to stay a day or two, and observe the quest board.

"I have to stay for a few more days before I go east to the next town of Foxdell, but I have to find a place to stay for the night." He sighed as he sat up looking into her emerald colored eyes. "What's your name, elf girl?"

 

[milkmaiden38]

Elderberry Tavern

Gilda rubbed her ass.

“I should have told the big oaf not to drop me on my ass.” She said to herself. “That’s going to turn into a big blue bruise.” She grumbled. She waves to one of the serving girls. When she came over Gilda ordered

“I get the Mushroom Turkey, Potatoes, and Lemon buns and another ale”

“Yes Princess”

“Please don’t say that. It just Gilda. Also I’ll take a room for the night” The serving girl nodded and was off

Her food arrived about 10 minutes later and Gilda started eating. She was about halfway through her dinner when a battered human messenger dressed in traveling leathers entered the tavern. He looked about before his eyes settle on Gilda.

He walked over to her. “Gilda, I’m Gorgem Grasspelt, I have that information you requested. May I sit down?”

“Yes” Gilda said and added “Gorgem, you look like shit. Your shirt is all torn, your leathers are covered in dirt. What happened to you?”

“Bandits… I got away from them, but it was a close call.” Gorgem explained. “The man you seek is named Guru Perak. He lives in the Hulnoque Swamp. I’m sure you are aware, but that is a dangerous place.”

“I laugh at danger” Gilda replied with too much confidence

“I’ve seen parties of good fighters go in there and not come out. You should acquire a few traveling companions. They can watch your back.” Gorgem suggested.

“I will take your comments under advisement” Gilda replied. Which was her way of saying no thanks. She was going to do this alone, like she did everything.

“Ok” Gorgem acknowledged “Have a good evening” And walked out of the tavern.

Gilda went back to her dinner and rubbed her ass. The pain in her ass, reminder her that sometimes she was not fast enough with her magic. “Maybe I could use some help. That big oaf did get the jump on me.”

Bilynn

“Bilynn” She replied. He told his name.

“Asbjorn” She said back to him “what a nice name. Well, as far as a place to stay, the best is Elderberry Tavern. They also serve the best food and ale. However, if that is too costly, there is the rat pub. It is cheaper and they only serve drinks. Their rooms are small and check for bugs. If it makes a difference, I’m stay at Elderberry”

 

[Nico231]

Upon hearing Elderberry Tavern, he sighed in frustration. “Oh great, the place I just left.” He sat up, showing to the little elf just how massive he was. He took Bilynn’s hand as they walked back to the Elderberry Tavern. After walking ten paces, it started to rain, which didn’t bother Asbjorn until he noticed Bilynn’s outfit, it showed more skin than Princess Gilda. He got a bit hard, which Bilynn could notice.

He removed his cloak, revealing his full face to her, a small beard, many scars on his face, long, wild brown hair, and dark blue eyes. He put his giant cloak on her, “Do all women in Aerovia dress so scantily? You forget about rain.” The moment Bilynn had the cloak put on her, it went down to her knees. After a second or two she was able to smell his scent on the cloak: musky, woodsy, and strong.

When they entered the tavern, many of the people had left save for a few. The one that caught his attention was Gilda, he overheard the conversation. “Looking for allies, hm?” He said in his rough Nordic accent. When Gilda turned to face him, he looked at her sternly, “I haven’t seen a good fight in ages. I need one.”

 

[milkmaiden38]

Gilda

Gilda saw the big man re-enter the tavern. Had she had the time, she might have tried to hide from him. However, they saw each other at the same time. She studied him more closely as he moved closer to her table. He was a big man, with bright dark blue eyes. His eye color almost seemed magical, and made him sexy as hell. He wore typical Viking clothing, a war axe, etc.

From the way the man stood and the way he walked Gilda would describe him as "grizzled". Not in his appearance but in his actions. There was a hardness in his eyes and a toughness that made her feel; this man had killed lots of people.

Several thoughts flooded her mind “Was he a thief? A killer? A rapist? Did he pray on the weak or …was he just a big Oaf?” One last thought went through Gilda’s mind “he is at least a polite killer or oaf… he just dropped me last time.”

He was a mystery and she did not have the information or time to solve.

Then he looked at her sternly, “I haven’t seen a good fight in ages. I need one.”

“Was he challenging her to a duel?” She decided it was best to just to scare him off. Gilda stood up from her table.

“I do not want to fight. But if you insist” She aimed her staff at a fat halfling at the bar, Idon Stoutbelly. Suddenly the halfling turned into a fat house cat!

“MEOW” the cat screamed… cat talk for “what?”. This was followed up with a “hiss”, cat talk for “shit”

Gilda pointed her staff back at the big man.

Gilda did not trust most people, and with good cause. Most people hated royals, or feared them, or envied them. Gilda did not trust most men, they treated women like shit. She had been the subject of many misdeeds by them. From lies, tricks, elaborate schemes to woo her and a few numerous attempts to kidnap and even kill her. She had learned it was best to stay away from people. Most people of course felt the same way about her. At even the smallest indiscretion Gilda would turn them into some kind of animal.

 

[Nico231]

He looked at her, completely unfazed by her threats of spells and magic, he responded. “I’m not gonna fight you, I’m interested in that quest I heard you talk about.” He sat down at her table and placed his hands on the table, to show he wasn’t a threat.

“I figure helping out someone like you will help me get some respect for my homeland of Ogrund. So what’s the quest? Something about a swamp?” He had fought battles in marshlands before, in fact he had fought in any locale you could think of: tundras, deserts, mountains, plains, he fought there, and won.

He gestured for a serving girl to come over, a blonde half-elf with eyes like silver. “I’ll take a room for two tonight.” He gestured to Bilynn, and put 15 coins on the table for the barmaid.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Gilda

Gilda had not considered hiring the big oaf. But he knew how to fight and was quick for his size. But could she trust him?

Then he talked to the barmaid about a room for two. And the elf named Bilynn came over wearing his cloak. She had never met Bilynn, but knew her by reputation.

Gilda looked between Bilynn and the big man.

“Oh, I understand” she said with a smirk. She had figured out the two were together. Suddenly, the prefect plan came into her head to establish trust.

“I’m Gilda as you know. What are your names? And please tell me a bit about yourselves. By the way, I have always liked vikings; enthusiastic warriors, merchants and blacksmiths! They are skilled in all manner of warfare, while remaining bound by honor, a nice combination. I believe they are also superior at sea, and benefit from trade and raiding as a result. You look like the "ocean going" type.

And a wood elf, keen senses and excellent intuition. So fast and stealth in the forest.” Gilda admired

 

[Nico231]

When he heard the things she said about Vikings, he cracked a half smile. “I am Asbjorn Skogmann, Berserker of the Skallkross Tribe.” He had a very honorable name and status, rare for a berserker from Ogrund.

The barmaid came back with the key for room 106, and he took it, “I have to make the world aware of Ogrund, as well as the strength and militaristic might of the people.” His words were pretty patriotic in the sense that he loved his homeland.

“I don’t know a ton about wood elves other than they’re skilled fighters in forests.” He looked at her with a curious look on her face, “So what kind of spells can you use Gilda?” He didn’t interact with spell casters often, so he had no idea how to tell what their skill sets were.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Bilynn

"I grew up in the elven city of Silverwood. From a young age, I was always drawn to finding things. My parents were craft people who expected me to follow in their footsteps, but I had other ideas.

I began sneaking out at night to explore the forest on my own, using my keen senses and agility to evade capture. I brought back rare items, roc egg shells, beholder blood, etc. As I got older, I was paid to use my skills to acquire valuable items for potion making, and other arcane needs.

I have been in the town for a few months, awaiting my next assignment." Bilynn explained

Gilda

"I’m the seventh daughter of the very proper, royal family, Von Hightop. Rulers of the city state of Dragonholde. I’m famous for actually volunteered to be a dragon’s princess once. I survived to tell the tale. I was not needed by my parents, so now I’m on my own. Currently, trying to talk to a man named Guru Perak. He lives in the Hulnoque Swamp. This is a dangerous place, so I have been advised to hire some help to get me there.

I’m a graduate of the Kodore, Academy Of Wizardry and have reached the 10th circle of arcane fire magic.

I will not make a decision on companions tonight. I wish to sleep on it.

Good night” Gilda said as she stood up to leave. Her massive chest shaking for Asbjorn's eyes.

“Now, don’t stay up too late, you two” She warned them with a little naughty, knowing smile on her face.

 

[Nico231]

Asbjorn listened to what each lady had to say about themselves. When they both finished introducing themselves, he took a deep breath. When Gilda made her exit he took notice of her gigantic chest jiggling. He took Bilynn’s hand as he walked her to room 106. He slowly unlocked the door, and opened it to see the room.

It was a nice room, with a single bed, a few chairs, a dresser, and an ottoman. He let her in first before closing the door behind him, locking it up. He sat in the chair draping his tunic and cloak on the back, rendering him shirtless. He set his weapons onto the chair as he stood before her, the many scars on his body seeing the light of day once again.

His body was extremely built, with solid abs, and pecs. “Let’s see your beauty...” He walked toward her and fiddled around with her bra, and 2 seconds later, it fell to the floor. “Your skin is fair and without any flaws...” He ogled her beauty, as his dick made itself known, bulging in his trousers, waiting to be released.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Bilynn

“I have never been with someone from Ogrund before…” Bilynn said as she followed Asbjorn to the room.

Once inside, Asbjorn started to undress. Bilynn watched as he revealed his powerful body. He had large muscles and beautifully proportioned. She almost drooled as she watched him, but licked her lips in time. But it wasn’t just his looks, it was the way he smelled. Musky, woodsy, strong, and potent. He smelled like a stallion… and male that had powerful seed for breeding.

He came to her, and helped her remove her top. He looked at her, illuminated by candles light in the room. Bilynn was a gorgeous woman. She had a beautiful and sexy face, nice perky breasts, and a slim waist. Her skin was prefect and she smelled good too. A sweet smell, almost like she was a flower. A smell like nectar, that could attract a bee, to fertilize it.

Bilynn looked down at Asbjorn's crotch and moaned “MMM, you do have such a large muscle.” She untied his pants, with a Cheshire cat grin upon her lips. His pants off, and his massive but still semi-hard erection, was proudly displayed. The size and thickness of his cock were immense and visually dominating. Most women swooned over it and other males had felt intimidated by it. Below the imposing cock were his equally impressive balls. Hanging low, the large balls were a sign of his potency. He could surely fertilize many females with those!

“OH MY” Bilynn moaned as she stared at the huge cock. Elven males had much small cocks. That was why Bilynn enjoyed humans. But Asbjorn was extra big. “This is going to be fun!” she added.

“I don’t think it is full size yet” She added and bend over grabbed the big cock and started to stroke it with both hands. She got on her knees in front of him. Leaning in she kissed the massive thing … licked down the shaft. “Mmmmmmm” she moaned, now she was drooled over it. The elf returned to the cockhead and opened her mouth wide, sucked it in. Her tongue flicked over the tip and teased it.

“MMMMMMM” Asbjorn grunted in pleasure as his rod grew fully erect. As Bilynn’s hands grabbed each of his legs, as her mouth worked on his great cock. The smell of his maleness was wonderful and she inhaled deeply.

Back in the Bar

The fat cat had caught a mouse and was busy eating it under a table. Then suddenly, the fat cat changed back into the fat halfling, Idon Stoutbelly.

“Yuck” he gagged as he spit out the dead mouse. “I hate mages!” He grumbled and got off the floor.

 

[Nico231]

When Asbjorn’s pants fell to the floor, his cock sprang out like a jack in the box. “You smell like a flower Bilynn...” His cock grew to full size when she licked it. The moment it touched her tongue, an overpowering salty, tangy flavor invaded her taste buds as he sighed in enjoyment and ecstasy.

“You’re really good at this Bilynn... Shit...” He moved his hand down to the bottom part of her clothing, and dropped her panties, leaving Bilynn fully naked. “That pussy is so cute...” A couple minutes later, his cock began to twitch in her mouth, signifying he would cum.

“Bilynn! Your mouth feels so good! I’m cumming!” With one final stroke his thick legs tensed up like rock as he unleashed a tidal wave of cum all over her tongue and the roof of her mouth, coating everything with a sweet taste as he pulled out his cock, still hard for her. He looked her naked elven body up and down, and noticed her pussy was sopping wet. He didn’t have to lick her at all.

He lifted her nude body into his arms as he held her like a groom carrying a bride. “You ready Bilynn?” When she was ready, he set her on the bed on her back, then he got on top of her, and lined up his giant dick with her delicate opening. He slowly entered, his cock stretching her to her limit as he gave both of them some time to adjust to each other.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Bilynn

She had loved suck on his big cock. It had turned her on. Making him moan in pleasure and cum had been a trill for her.

Now, on her back, his huge cock found her soft opening between her legs. His hard member forced the soft flesh of her pussy to part. Her folds had been readied dripping from her excitement. He filled her with his girth. Male elf’ cocks were not nearly as big as Asbjorn. Bilynn loved it! His hips began to pump rhythmically into her.

Her breasts move in the same motion as his thrusts. He leaned down pressed his lips against the hard bud of her nipple, sucking it into his mouth and teasing her nipple with his tongue. She moaned and hump her hips against his huge cock.

“Ohhh by the gods you are driving me crazy” Bilynn moaned. “Fill my pussy with your cock’s fullness, your powerful seed” she moaned. Asbjorn could smell her excited pussy juices. She was very turned on. But he was not in a hurry and fucked her at his pace.

By taking his time, it extended Bilynn’s pleasure. But the elf’s pussy could take only so much pounding. Soon she was ready to cum. Her feet were twitching and she was gasping for breath. Asbjorn fucked her faster and deeper. His colossal cock driving her crazy in pleasure. “OH FUCKKKKKKKK your HUGEEEEEEEE” She gasped. Asbjorn’s massive cock was something new to her tight cunt. Her pussy just could not hold back and exploded in orgasm… quivering …as she SQUEALED in pleasure. It was not intentional but her whole body tensed up as she came.

 

[Nico231]

He moaned and grunted between heavy breaths as he worked his dick in and out of her tight wood elf pussy. He held her tightly as he humped into her. “You’re so tight, it’s like a vice is crushing me!” He began to suck on her nipple, as if he was trying to get some of her milk out.

He stopped sucking after a bit and started a deep French kiss with her as he held her tighter. Bilynn’s pussy was coiling around his dick tightly, like it wanted to squeeze his dick for all it was worth. He felt as if he was in Heaven, and thoughts of sowing his seed into her elven snatch began to fill his mind.

As he felt his body tensing as he was about to explode, he remembered that she was going on a quest with him, and he didn’t want her to fight while his child was inside her. He used a decent bit of strength and willpower to pull his cock out of Bilynn’s obstinate pussy.

As he fully exited her pussy, he ejaculated, semen blasting out like a cannon, spraying all over her face, tits, and navel in thick ropey strands. As he finished, he looked down at Bilynn, panting from exertion. He took her to the bathroom to clean his cum off of her body, it had a pungent scent. When he finished cleaning her up, he blew out the candles, then he got into bed with her again.

“How was it Bilynn, was it everything you hoped for?” He felt satisfied from that, and began to relax. “I’m gonna turn in for the night. Sôte drømer...” Sôte drømer was a term in his native language Ogrun that meant “Good night”.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Bilynn

Bilynn relaxed, totally satisfied. It had been one of the best orgasms of her life. She was so satisfied, she really did not want to think further than going to sleep. But then she was aware that Asbjorn had asked her a question.

“Asbjorn, that was amazing. I love the way you smell. Thank you” she said giving him a kiss as her pussy was still tingling from her mind blowing, pussy quivering, orgasm.

They had both gone to sleep afterwards. It had been a long day for both of them and with the powerful sex at the end, sleep was easy. Bilynn however got up at 0400 in the morning. She slipped out of the bed and went to the bathroom. Then she got dressed in total silence. She placed a note on Asbjorn night stand departed.

The note said

“Asbjorn, Just wanted to let you know I had a lot of fun last night. I hope you had as good a time as I did. People are going to be asking me why I’m limping today… only you know why! I took some of your coins, it is not personal, I just need the money. One day in the future I will pay you back. Your friend Bilynn Moonsinger”

 

[Nico231]

Asbjorn felt amazing after having sex for the first time in ages. He kissed her cheek as he fell asleep while holding onto her naked body under the covers. He passed out shortly thereafter, tired from a day of nonstop walking, fighting, and killing. As he slept, he dreamed of a fierce battle in a swamp, Asbjorn was fighting with Bilynn and Gilda against a tribe of kobolds, and a giant Wyrm; a serpentine dragon with great power, known to dwell in marshlands.

He woke up around 6:15 and lit the candle on his nightstand. He couldn't see as the sun was just peeking out from over the eastern hills. He read what she wrote and sighed, "I guess there was a price after all." He got out of bed and dressed, once he finished he grabbed his weapons and placed them on his back.

He left his room and went out to the tavern to grab some breakfast, but before he stepped out to the tavern, he saw Gilda and Bilynn, chatting while they ate, he decided to eavesdrop on them, curious about what they were saying. He hid in a dark corner, and listened intently.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Gilda

Gilda's eyes were barely open as thin rays of light streamed through the blinds into the tavern’s eating area. She was not a morning person. She worn more clothing this morning to include a cloak. She pulled it tighter to her body to keep herself warm. She looked over to Bilynn

“I blame you for getting me up this early.” She said to Bilynn angrily.

“You did not need to catch me sneaking out of Asbjorn room” Bilynn pointed out.

“Yes, I did. I knew you were going to steal from him. I catch you, turn you over to him. He beats the shit out of you… the big Oaf and I are now on friendly terms and he trust me, since I had his best interest at stake” Gilda explained quite proud of her reasoning.

The serving man placed two cups of hot coffee in front of them. Gilda’s nose is greeted by the smelled the fresh ground and made coffee. She wrapped her hands around the cup and inhaled more. In a matter of seconds, the warmth of the coffee was carried throughout her body.

Then she took a sip.

“Ahhh” She said. She woke up more after the sip.

“Are you sure he is going to beat the shit out of me?” Bilynn asked.

“Why won’t he?” Gilda asked

“Well, I think I pleased him in bed… and I only took half of his coins.” Bilynn explained.

“Half?” Gilda asked almost choking on her coffee.

“Yes, he also pleased me in bed. It was something special. And I can tell, he is a nice man. You really should get to know him better.” Bilynn said

“He is that good in bed?” Gilda asked, not believing what she was hearing

Bilynn gave an emphatic affirmative node.

 

[Nico231]

Asbjorn stepped out to the two ladies, wide awake. He joined them at their table, his expression a bit frustrated. “Bilynn, why did you take from me?” He said, anger in his voice. “Us Ogruns don’t take too kindly to being stolen from.” He ordered some tea, and a few minutes later it arrived.

He took a sip, and continued, “What do you need so much money for anyway?” Asbjorn was getting pissed off, but he didn’t want to succumb to his rage, and brutalize Bilynn, she rocked his world last night, and he knew she didn’t steal from him out of some vendetta.

He locked eyes with Gilda, his eyes uncertain of whether or not he could trust either one of these women. “Gilda, have you decided who you’re taking with you to Hulnoque Swamp?” Asbjorn knew she wanted him for his quest, and really, why wouldn’t she? He was strong, deadly, and a solid iron wall in terms of defense.