Corruption in the Adventurer's Guild (Closed for Milkmaiden38)

[Naphalm]

“One… Two… Three… Helen! You call that a swing? You’re not chopping wood now!” The stout teacher barked, his bushy grey eyebrows narrowing into a sharp V as he scowled.

“It’s… Hérion… Sir…” he panted between the frantic swinging of his sword, the light metal whistling through the air as he struck his imaginary foe again and again. The Dwarf grunted, as he always did when Hérion corrected him, and turned to look down the line of warriors, all copying the pattern he’d demonstrated only moments ago. Hérion grumbled to himself. He was easily the better of his class, but the old codger continued to criticise everything he did as if he was a bumbling fool.

One solid month he’d been here, and had instantly taken to sword play like he’d been doing it all his life. But since he lacked the experience, he’d been stuck in the bottom class with the children and the clumsy idiots who were more likely to cut themselves than an opponent. At least he was placed in the top tier for Archery; Hérion had spent most his youth on the ranges back home.

“Alright, alright stop, for the love of Moradin…” he looked back and forth amongst the assembled students and sighed theatrically. “Some of you are waving that blade around like it’s shit-on-a-stick. I wanna see smooth strokes.” He began to demonstrate once again the sequence of fluid movements that seemed odd coming from the wizened Dwarf but it was plain to see the long steel was as much his arm as flesh and bone.

Hérion’s mind wandered, as it often did when his lessons grew repetitive. Slowly, he gazed around the enclosed court-yard and up to the towers of the central building of the Guild. In a land of dangerously wild beasts and untamed magic, an academy such as this was almost imperative. Many hopefuls came here to try their hand at learning a few skills or spending hours upon hours poring over ancient tomes in its extensive library.

Brushing some loose strands past his long ears, Hérion tried to adjust the heavy leather that adorned his lithe, athletic body. This was one thing he’d have to get used to. Armour was pretty new to him and its weight pulled him off balance. He was used to skulking through trees, each footfall only a whisper to mark his presence. Those skills were little use right now though... With a heavy sigh, Hérion prayed the rest of the day to pass quickly…

 

[milkmaiden38]

Inside one of the towers of the central building of the Guild that over looked the court-yard was a beautiful young mage in training named Adnil. She was alone by the window slipping her morning tea. Her long brunette hair was piled high on her head, exposing her long naked neck. She held her shoulders back, proudly. Her mage’s robe stood out and display her startling deep cleavage. The tie on the robes exposed her slender waist above her womanly hips and her long legs. Her face is statuesque and prefect with the exception of her eyes … which held a strange almost unlimited desire in them.

Her friend, Catherine came over to her as she stood by the window. “Day dreaming again, Adnil” she asked as she glanced over her shoulder to see what she was looking at.

“No … just watching the fighters … training.” Adnil answered.

“Ok, which one has got your eye this time? … No wait … Don’t tell me … let me guess …” Catherine said and looked over the courtyard grinned evilly “It’s the old dwarf sword master … isn’t it” She guessed knowing it was wrong.

“Well, he is kind of cute …in a stout sort of way” Adnil said back to her smiling.

“You must be joking, Adnil” Catherine said in shock

Adnil smiled “No, It’s the new elf … he is quite good with a bow … but he is still learning his sword play.”

“I’m sure you could teach him how to play with his sword” Catherine said as both of them gasped and giggled at the clever sexual innuendo.

“Very funny, Catherine, but I’m not that bad … I don’t sleep with everyone I find attractive. Beside I don’t know his name. I’m only looking. I find him …interesting … and that is as far as it is going.”

“Sure” Catherine said with a knowing smile.

There was a knock at the door and Adnil hurried to answer it just to get away from that knowing smile. It was one of Kiltran’s friends.

“Kiltran’s had a small accident; he can’t make the dart game tonight. He drank the wrong potion in potion class, he going to be sleeping for the next three days.” Kiltran friend explained trying hard not to laugh about the situation.

“Crap … where can I find a dart partner” Adnil said out loud and then her own knowing smile appeared on her face. “I’ll bet elf’s good with bows are also good with darts” she said under her breath so Catherine could not hear it.

 

[Naphalm]

The grumpy Dwarf waved his hand and dismissed the class with an exaggerated sigh. The rest of class wandered off, leaving Hérion still standing there, gripping the hilt of his training sword lightly, it's point balanced on the ground. He did the sequence one last time, and shrugged to himself. He supposed it did feel a little clumsy, maybe he just couldn't see it. He stuck his sword back on the rack and stretched, his armour creaking.

Looking up at the sky, he figured he had just enough time to wash before the mid-day meal. With a grunt of exertion, he started off on a jog, his muscles flexing easily under the heavy leather.

Several minutes later, a clean Hérion shuffled into the food hall. He'd taken the time to tidy up the dark bristles that adorned his chin fashionably, and washed his long black hair that was tied tightly into a thin ponytail. His sharp eyes scanned the hall. It wasn't that he didn't have friends here, everyone was nice enough and tended to remember his name, but he'd not made any lasting connections. He made his way to the corner where they were serving food, nodding to a few people here and there and grabbed a few bread rolls. He turned back through the bustling room to find a place to sit....

 

[milkmaiden38]

Adnil hurried to the main dining hall to make sure she would be there before the fighters-in-training were scheduled to partake in the noon day meal. As she entered the hall her senses were assault by the space. The sound was the first thing she noticed, plates being filled with food, sliding chairs, students laughing, one of the servants yelling for more potatoes. Next her sense of smell was hit with the aroma of roasted meat, potatoes and something spicy that she could not place. Her mouth watered.

“Smells good today” she said as she headed for the food line.

Finally, her sense of sight was stimulated by the bright, cutting rays of sunlight that streamed into the room from the stain glass windows. It made the room dance with different colors and odd shadows. As she looked about, she did not see any of the fighters yet. “Good” she thought. She got her food and found a good spot to sit, where she could see the students entering and there were not too many people around her.

She did not have long to wait and the fighters-in-training showed up. But the elf was not with them! “Donkey shit!” she said to herself. She was hoping he’d be here at lunch. She decided to eat her meal slowly and watch to see if he was just running late. Finally, he entered the room and got his food. He was looking for a place to sit down. Now was the time she needed to get his attention.

Adnil adjusted her mage’s outfit exposing a little more of her very large cleavage, and then waved to him. Elven women were all thin and stick like … she hoped he want to try something a little different. Something with a few curves and things to hold on to and play with!! She pointed to the empty chair in front of her.

Two years ago, she would never have done something like this. She would have been way too scared, to be this bold with a man. But being a 3rd year student seemed to have taken away her fear. She did not seem to fear anything anymore. Even when standing on the edge of the curtain wall, 60 ft. above the ground. That use to bother her … but no longer.

And the other odd thing was her sexual desire. Catherine had been joking with her, but there was a lot of truth in her jokes. Adnil had always enjoyed sex. And recently no matter how much she got … she always wanted more. She figured it was just part of growing more mature. But most of her other friends didn’t seem to have as strong a desire for the sex part. They wanted boyfriends … and the sex was nice. But for her, the boyfriend was nice, but the sex was the best part.

It looked like the elf saw her and was walking over. She hoped he was good at darts … but also she hoped he was good at a few other things!

 

[Naphalm]

Hérion had just about decided on a small spot on the end of one of the long tables when some frantic waving and pointing caught his eye. She was absolutely stunning and it made him wonder how he'd not seen her before. His eyes lingered on the valley of her cleavage before he noticed her mage robe. That would be why he hadn’t spoken to her. The mages were schooled mostly in other sections of the Guild and if he was honest, Hérion kept to himself at lunches more often than not.

But his soft lips parted as he couldn’t help his amazement that she would be indicating him. He briefly looked around him but unless she was talking to the towering Orc behind him, waiting patiently for Sarco to move along, then it had to be him. Nervously he approached, clutching his bread rolls although his mouth was probably too dry to eat them.

"H-hey... Thanks" he said carefully, sitting down in the offered seat. While he wasn’t totally naive in his dealings with the opposite sex, his lack of experience made him uncomfortable, and this beauty doubly so. He even kinda knew that he was handsome, at least to Elven girls. He'd had plenty of offers in his youth, although he had rarely partaken. Humans tended to have a problem with his long pointy ears. He looked across at her and smiled softly.

 

[milkmaiden38]

“Hi my name is Adnil … Mage-in-training 3rd year student.” She said with a big smile as she stuck out her hand and they shook. “I see you got the water to drink … allow me” she said and touched the glass … and suddenly is glowed and changed to elven wine.

Adnil winked “A little trick the teachers don’t teach us … but one of the more creative students” Adnil lean close to him, showing off more of her amazing cleavage “ME … came up with that little spell” She said quite proud of herself as she leaned back in her chair.

“I’m sorry, I’m being so forward … but I was wondering if you could help me out? I’m in a dart league down at the Drunken Unicorn pub … off the main square. My regular partner has fallen ill … and I’m in need of a new partner … are you any good at darts … and can you make it tonight?” She asked hoping he would say yes!

 

[Naphalm]

With his mouth gaping just a little, Hérion took her hand and gave it a delicate shake. His amazement continued as he gazed down at his glass, the once clear water now swirled a vibrant red. He didnt dare admit he wasn't much of a drinker but as he took a sip he smiled appreciatively as it really was Elvish wine. At least it moistened his throat. Her talents were clearly outstanding if she was inventing her own spells although he really didnt know much about magic.

As he took another sip of his wine he couldn't help his gaze falling to her ample bozom and the swells that were clearly on show. He was pretty sure she was intentionally showing them off but all the same he dragged his eyes away and his cheeks flushed lightly.

Taking a deep breath he finally found his voice. "It's a pleasure to meet you Adnil. My name's Hérion, 1st year warrior-in-training" He smiled handsomely, bowing his head slightly in respect. He considered her request, he'd only ever played on the odd occasion but it consisted of a lot of the same skills as archery. He shrugged lightly. "Sounds like fun. Cant guarantee I'll the best though."

 

[milkmaiden38]

Adnil noticed his long stare at her cleavage and she smiled. Just as she hoped, an elf that likes a woman with some curves, this was going to be fun!

“Hérion, you’ll do great.” She alleged glowing in excitement. She glanced at his strong sexy fighter physique, “You have already done well!” she said in a lower voice with a sexual twinkle in her eyes. “Remember, The Drunken Unicorn at two strokes past sunset. See you there” She replied as she got up and hurried back to her lessons.

Adnil got to The Drunken Unicorn early grabbed a good table, where there was some privacy, but also a good view of the dart board. She loved this place … a great mixture of the common folk and a few more interesting (dangerous?) types. The smell of old beer, sweat, tobacco and the faint odor of blood (from the numerous fights that broke out) made her feel comfortable and at home.

One of the other teams were warming up. Two humans from a farm outside of the town, they had been drinking a lot. She appeared to be grinning at them, but in fact she was grinning at the situation. These two were from the team she and Hérion were going to play tonight.

The statuesque brunette had let her hair down, which cascaded over her shoulders. She pushed her hand through her long brunette hair. She had worn her skin tight leather pants that hugged her sexy hips, a thick utility belt added focus to her slim erotic waist. Her top was a tight leather vest with leather ties in the front. It molded across her large heavy breasts, the top of the vest was not closed, so it show off her deep cleavage, and beautiful curves of her breasts.

The barkeep had already given her a small bowl, full of bread. But she wanted something to drink. She waved at the barkeep … this caused her heavy breasts to shift in her vest, the exposed tops of her soft wobbling mounds bounced up and down with each wave. Some of the patrons watched her, thinking lustful thoughts.

Eddie, a pot belly gnome with a dirty apron, came over. He looked at the Adnil, and knew what she wanted, a drink … she had been coming here for 3 years.

“What drink will you have tonight?’ He asked

“I’ll have a glass of your elven late harvest lankenberry wine” Adnil said,

“Oh, the expensive stuff …” Eddie commented as his desire for profit had just been itched. He raised one of his gnome eye brows and asked “What is the occasion?”

“I don’t know … I’m just feeling good about tonight … like something big is about to happen and I’ll get to be a part of it!” Adnil said, just now realizing what she was feeling.

Eddie turned and was gone, hurrying to get the rare expensive wine … The gnome reappeared a moment later with a glass of it. She paided and then sipped it almost right away. “WOW is this good” she said to herself as Hérion walked in. She waved at him again … her heavy chest swaying in the most delightful way.

 

[Naphalm]

"See you then!" he called after her but she was already gone. Hérion turned back to the table and flushed. The looks she gave him, her sexy voice, that twinkle. He rubbed his face lightly, trying to compose himself. He hadnt met someone that sexual before, at least not with her attentions on him. He finished off his food and without another word to anyone else he left for the Archery ranges.

The Drunken Unicorn was fairly lowkey but it had a fairly steady flow of people coming and going as Hérion approached. He wore simple garments that clung to his firm muscles as he walked. As he stepped inside, he was assaulted by the various aromas of the place and reminded why he didn't frequent places such as these. At least there was a varied mix of races so he wouldn't be picked on for just being an Elf.

He noticed Adnil almost immediately as she caught his attention, and having prepared himself a little more than last time, he felt a slither of confidence under the butterflies in his stomach. He quickly and covertly checked her out. She was simply stunning, everything about her outfit was made to essentuate her beauty and he certainly noticed it all. His gaze drifted around the room, but no-one else had noticed or seemed to care he was here, which was good. He took a seat beside the lovely Adnil and smiled softly.

"Hello again. I trust you are well Adnil?" he inquired lightly, finally sighting the dart board. He hoped he would be good enough to impress this sexy maiden.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Adnil watched as Hérion made it across the bar and over to her table. He was a handsome man; fit, confident, graceful and most importantly he seemed to be a nice person. She had noted he had been polite, pausing for an older couple, instead of pushing his way through to her table.

“I’m doing great and you … look very nice.” She answered his question as that sexy little twinkle returned to her eyes. “I have already ordered you some elven wine … I hope that is to your liking” Adnil stated. She glanced at the dart board, and to her disappointment it was still in use by the other team. They would have to wait.

First dates can be a bit awkward, but to her pleasure, Hérion and her got along right away. Both were independent people, confident and skilled, he in fighting and her in magic. They discuss a few of the common teachers they had met and some of the common gripes about the school. Adnil explained how the dart game was scored (it was a game of 901) each team member having two throws.

“Those are our opponents” Adnil said gesturing to the dart board. “Those two don’t have the aim or patience for a good throw. Their only redeeming quality is their persistence.” She giggled.

They both got up and headed over to the dart board, saying hi to the two drunken humans. Everyone shook hands. Adnil noticed some tension almost right away between the two teams. Hérion and Adnil took a few practice throws. Their opponents went back to drinking, muttering comments she could not hear under their breath.

Hérion threw a bull’s eye during his practice …and she cheered him on. He was quite good at darts. Then she heard behind her “Lucky!!” from the other team. When she was practicing she heard “Hope your big boobs don’t get in the way!”

Adnil needed to place these drunken farmers on notice. She turned to them and smiled “My mind is clearest when I’m throwing dangerous objects.” She said and returned to the board, she threw 3 bull’s eyes in a row.

This quieted down the other team. “Ready to start?” Adnil asked Hérion.

 

[Naphalm]

Sitting back in his chair, Hérion smiled and bowed his head slightly. "And you certainly look ravishing..." he replied softly. He took the wine graciously and sipped it, enjoying the blend of flavours dancing on his palate. Outwardly, he was the perfect display of confidence, but his stomach was twisting in nervous knots. But as he spoke with her, he found his nerves waining. Although she was quite forward in her approach towards him, he also found her witty and incredibly smart.

When the conversation turned to the dart game, Hérion listened politely. While it wasnt the first time he'd played, it was his first competitive game. Adnil gave him some great pointers. He looked across to his opponents and narrowed his eyes. A part of him was actually disappointed, the two looked rowdier than he had thought they would be. As the pair went up to the board, and they all shook hands, he could feel their wariness. Their eyes lingered on his ears, and as they walked away they fell to hush whispers.

Hérion began his practice and found he could use a lot of the skills he'd learnt on the archery range, he could judge the distance between him and the board, and he knew roughly how much pressure and power to put on the dart. He varied the flick of his wrist till he found a technique that worked for him. When he got his first bullseye, Adnil was instantly cheering, making his heart flutter as she gripped his arm excitedly. He blushed and nodded modestly.

The jeering from the two drunkards was easily ignorable although it did grate on his senses. But when Adnil began her practice, Hérion became incensed. He could tolerate the abuse but he wouldnt stand by and watch them shout indecent things at Adnil. But he neednt say anything, because with a florish, Adnil put them in their place with those three bullseyes. He cheered happily as they fell silent. He nodded to Adnil. He was as ready as he was going to be.

It was decided that Hérion was to go first, and as he took his place, the two humans wasted no time in picking up their mocking. Closing his eyes, Hérion imagined he was back on the range. He took a half breath and opened his eyes, focusing on the target. His first three darts weren't great. He didn't know what had gone wrong but he ended up with a low score and a bout of laughter from his opposition. But as Hérion turned to Adnil, his heart was lifted by her warm smile, and he swore he'd do better next round.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Adnil was up next and threw …bang, bang, bang … 1 triple 20’s and two 20 for a score of 100. It was a good start for her. Their opponents did not care and did not seem to be intimidated.

“You throw like a girl” one of them said.

Adnil decided to head over to their table. She was determined to find a peaceful solution to their jeers and comments.

“I know you two are just having fun … but it’s at our expense. How about I buy you each a beer … and ask those two nice look girls over there” she pointed to two women at the bar “to join you … as we play out this match. You can talk to the girls and we can have a nice quiet match. Deal?” she said.

They both looked at each other and then back at Adnil. They both busted out laughing “Our turn …” they said standing up and pushing past her.

Adnil walked back and sat down next to Hérion “Most teams are very nice to play against, these two are just JERKS!” She said. “Let’s just try to ignore their comments and hopefully they will get bore … and stop.”

Next it was Hérion turn again. One of the guys said "Elves, so much intelligence, so little brains!" The other one said “I heard elves only mate once every 100 years … I’ll bet Miss Big-tits … needs some of my good loving between the wait …!!”

“She has such a big mouth maybe my cock in it … will shut her up!!” The other guy said.

Both of them laughed again.

“Hérion, they are just trying to rattle you …ignore them” Adnil said.

 

[Naphalm]

Hérion cheered at Adnil's opening shots. But their opposition ruined the moment with their incessant jeering. He grit his teeth and was once again about to step over there when Adnil beat him to it. She was playing chummy and he had to admire that. He was reaching his limit, there was being tolerant and then there was being a push over.

They didn't go for it, and even had the audacity to push past her. He seethed as Adnil returned to him. He grunted and then as if he'd heard himself he sighed. "Sorry, they're just getting to me." He looked across as they laughed and mocked him and he growled. "They're fucking asking for it." Hérion rarely swore but he was getting angrier.

He stepped up to the line and gripped the dart. Taking a deep breath he took his go and got a better score this time. He flashed a grin at Adnil but once again the moment was ruined by the drunkards were shouting and calling names at him. He glanced at the pair and swore snidely at them, in Elvish. Turning back, he stepped up to Adnil and shrugged lightly. "At least we're going to win." he said confidentally.

 

[milkmaiden38]

What Hérion did not know, is his words in elvish had triggered the fight. But the fight would have happen regardless, the two trouble makers were just looking for a reason to start the fight. The fact they were going to lose the dart game, an elf with the busty human, had made a fight the only way they could save face and protect their own shallow egos. So both of the intoxicated farmers got up, one of them yelling “WHAT DID YOU SAY?”

The other stated clearly what the issue was “YOU COME IN HERE FLIRTING WITH OUR WOMEN! THEN YOU INSULT US IN YOUR FUCKED UP LANGUAGE …WE NEED TO TEACH YOU A LESSON … POINTY EARS!!!!”

Both of them had clenched fists as they rushed at Adnil and Hérion.

“WATCH OUT!!” Adnil managed to yell to warn Hérion before one of the farmers slammed into her … sending her crashing into the table. Drinks and glasses went flying and broke all over the place. Adnil was off balanced from the crash … but managed to not fall over as she grabbed the table to hold herself up … but she was too busy doing this to fight back. The man who had attacked her, grabbed her shoulder and pulled her around, so she was now facing him. His other hand cocked to punch her.

“FUCKING BIG TIT … ELF LOVER” he screamed and punched Adnil right in the face … sending her crashing against a wall with a loud thud. That got Adnil attention, but more importantly it gave her a bit of distance between her and her attacker. She grabbed a jug of ale and smashed it over the farmer’s head. The only effect this had was now she was facing a wet, beer covered, very mad farmer. She cast a quick freeze spell, which turned the ale into ice. This slowed the farmer down, but he was still approached his eyes glowing with murderous ANGER.

Meanwhile

The other farmer glared Hérion, his arm muscles bulged as he prepared to punch Hérion in the face.

"Looks like you're about to get an ass whopping elf boy," the man said as he squared off, directly at the elf. Hérion could smell the breath of the man and he reeked of alcohol. Then as quick as lightening, the farmer swung at Hérion, trying to knock him off balance.

 

[Naphalm]

"Adnil!" the moments distraction as he saw her struggling with the farmer was enough for the man's punch to connect. Hérion spun and staggered on the spot, his head reeling. He jumped back a bit to give his head time to stop throbbing as he looked at the menacing face that approached him. He would not defeat this man bare handed, even in his intoxication, he was clearly stronger. Still, he had to act fast, Adnil was in trouble and the fuelled him with purpose.

He straightened up and swung a kick, purposefully missing, his foot connecting with a table leg that easily broke under the poor construction, the table crashed down under three legs, sending drinks and glasses smashing to the floor. The brief moment of surprise allowed him to grab the table leg, holding it in his hands loosely like a club. Now he was armed....

The man barely registered the weapon, only seeing the object of his fury. He charged in, his hands clenched into fists as he prepared another swing. With nimble feet, Hérion easily dodged to one side and swung his make shift club like a sword. It connected to his head with a grunt. As he stumbled back, Hérion took the opportunity to charge at the man fighting Adnil. With a sharp kick to the back of the knee, he grabbed his icy cold hair and wrenched it back. The man looked up at him just as the stout wood came down on his face, probably breaking his nose. He howled in pain and collapsed onto the floor.

With a gasp, the other man had managed to orientate himself and had snuck up behind him. With a bear like grip, he wrapped his arms around Hérion's body, trapping his arms, and lifted him up with a roar. He squeezed, trying to wind him. Gritting his teeth, Hérion swung his head back, connecting with the farmer's with a clonk. The man let go and Hérion landed on his feet. The man was clutching his head and staggering back and it was too good an opportunity to pass up. With a hard kick, he put his foot in the man's groin, sending him to the floor as his knees buckled.

Panting, Hérion chucked the weapon to the floor and hurried to Adnil. "Adnil.. are you ok?" his voice soft and full of concern.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Adnil was still dazed from the blow to her face … when she heard “Adnil... are you ok?”

“Yes … but I think we need to get out of here, before they recover.” She answered back. Hérion nodded as he grabbed her arm and steadied her. They moved towards the exit for the bar. Adnil saw Eddie, the pot belly gnome with the dirty apron, holding a heavy frying pan. She tossed him two gold pieces “that’s for the damages … if it is more, I’ll pay tomorrow, be sure to get the farmers to pay their share!!” Adnil said as Eddie caught the coins.

Eddie shook his head “I saw the whole thing … it was their fault! The city guard will be here soon” he explained as Hérion and Adnil went through the exit and were back on the cobble stone street.

“That guy hit me harder than I thought” Adnil said rubbing her right cheek bone, feeling the burse he caused. She suggested, “Let’s head back to my room… I think there is a healing potion that will stop the throbbing in my face”

Adnil asked, realizing she had been only thinking about herself. “Did you get hurt?”

“A few blows to the head … luckily, my head is very hard” Hérion joked.

“Oh I’m sorry … the potion should help you too … I thought throwing darts would be a fun way to spend the evening” she said looking into Hérion’s eyes. “I guess I really screwed up!” She added ... disappointment written all over her face.

“Who said I did not have fun?” Hérion asked with a big smile on his face “I really busted up those two idiots!”

“Yes ... you did !!… Thanks for saving me!!” She smiled … and then she stopped smiling and said “ohhh …it hurts to smile”

Nevertheless, she leaned forward and kissed Hérion on the cheek. “Thank you!!”

They entered the main courtyard through the western portcullis as they headed for the smaller dormitory building adjacent central building of the Guild. Even when lit by the moon, the Guide was an impressive place to study. The walls were made of large, rough stones that had survived the countless years surprisingly well, buttresses climbing the walls like some sort of strange plant. If buildings had personalities, this one would speak of wisdom and with a bit of mystery added in. The towers, battlements and portcullis all were decorative as well as practical. Many adorned with gargoyles and other creatures carved in the stone. There was ivy growing on a few of the walls adding an estate like feel to the place. They made it back to her small study/bedroom in the dormitory as Adnil still a bit wobbly on her feet, opened a small chest on her desk and got out a healing potion bottle. She took a swig … and handed the rest to Hérion.

She leaned back against the desk and sighed … “amazing how fast that stuff works!” she added smiling. The red burse on her face grew smaller in the candle light of the room. The statuesque brunette shook her head as if to clear cobwebs. Her long hair rolled over her shoulders. The shaking of her head also caused a wave of motion in her leather vest top … as the leather ties in the front stretched and strained to hold in her large heavy breasts. “I feel much better, how about you?” she asked as she slipped next to him on the bed.

 

[Naphalm]

Supporting each other, the pair entered the guild. Most of it Hérion barely
noticed, as he'd seen it before. His attention was rivetted on the woman he had his arm around. They made light small talk as they approached her dorm. Inside, he finally took in his surroundings as Adnil busied herself with getting the potion. It was merticulously decorated with plush velvet and feminine touches. Very different to his own sparce dorm that had simple furniture and no decorations.

He accepted the rest of the liquid and plonked himself down on the edge of the bed. He watched as it miraculously healed her, as she returned to her ravishing, unblemished beauty. If anything she looked more heady, and as Hérion put the vial to his lips, he could not help but glance across her body. The look she gave him made him blush. As the cool potion slid down his throat, he could feel the potent mixture revitalise him. And while he didnt have any external marks, he felt refreshed. He re-corked the bottle and placed it on her nightstand, glancing across at her slightly nervously.

He nodded softly, "I feel much better thanks. That's some good stuff...." he paused as if to collect his thoughts before finally continuing with, "Well... maybe we could go out again.. sometime.. find some opponents who are more worthy to play? I could practise in the meantime." He smiled softly. "You were amazing, those three bullseyes you got in a row? Incredible." He was sure his face was still flushed and he was babbling like a fool but the sultry looks and the way Adnil lay was driving him wild with barely concealed desire.

 

[milkmaiden38]

The sexy little twinkle was back in Adnil eyes as she looked at Hérion.

"I never make a decision to go out again … until the good night kiss." She smiled softly moving closer to him. "You were the amazing tonight; fighting off those two farmers … just like in the stories, when the adventurer/hero saving the beautiful princess!" Her face was getting closer to his. Her voice lowering to a whisper “Sorry for not being a princess … but the reward is still a kiss from the fair maiden” Adnil had her sultry look turned on high, as she kissed Hérion on the lips.

She kissed him gently at first, then more deeply, then with a sudden flaring of intensity that left both of them gasping and tingling when they could finally tear themselves apart.

As Adnil pulled back, her eyes locked on his and she answered his unspoken question in a soft sexy whisper “Stop being the epitome of chivalry, I want you to make love to me” She kissed him again. Their embrace was perfection; they fit together like a hand and glove, and Adnil pressed her spongy, voluminous breasts against Hérion chest as he wrapped his arms around her. He could feel her thick, engorged nipples pressing right through her leather vest, which trigger his own excitement. He could feel the heat radiating from her body. Her body was ready and wanted his big cock. Needed his big cock!

 

[Naphalm]

Hérion had frozen, suddenly concious of every movement, the way he sat, the position of his hands. All he could do was gaze upon the vision that was Adnil, getting closer. He just about melted as her lips brushed his. He kissed back softly, simply enjoying the closeness and the tenderness of such a gentle kiss... but it didn't stop there. Their passion rose and he was swept along with it, he inhaled sharply and thread his fingers through her hair as the moment lingered. Their lips pressing and parting, tongues lapping and teasing...

As Adnil pulled away, Hérion's eyes stayed shut for a moment longer. His heart hammered in his chest and when he finally opened them, he couldnt help the easy smile that came to him. Then she spoke those words... it was everything he wanted at this moment, and she was right, the moment for gentlemanly chivalry had passed, and so he gave into his desire.

They kissed again as they embraced, but the charge was different, more wanton. Hérion had never been with someone so beautiful, so sure of herself. His hands trailed the side of her body, raking against the leather. His bulge pressed firmly against her. His fingertips found the ties that kept her vest together and quickly worked them lose. With an effort he tore himself away from her to lift the garment from her body. The sight was beyond words, so he simply let out a soft groan of approval. Like an animal, he pounced upon her, pressing her back onto the bed as his lips pressed against the top of her chest. Cupping, squeezing, kissing those large globes, Hérion was in a haze of lust. Eagerly his lips found her pert nipples and he suckled and licked both of them till they were rock hard.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Adnil was in bliss, as Hérion started to untie her vest. More and more of her cleavage started to show. The big round soft globes of her breasts jiggled as she kissed his face and forehead. His eyes were looking down onto her chest … watching as the tie straps pulled open on their own, showing the pressure they were under by Adnil big udders. She was running her hands through his thick elven hair and whispered to him. "Do you like what you see?" Finally, he pulled the vest off her, and freed her huge wobbling breasts. They were prefect, big and heavy.

He answered her question with soft groan of approval.

Then he sprang on her, and pushed her back onto the bed. His hands kneading her great chest as Adnil moaned. The tip of Hérion's tongue darted over her nipples. His fingers trailed over the soft globes, rubbing them, caressing them.

His fingers made light circles over the big full breasts, working inward slowly. Adnil moaned louder. His fingers brushed over the nipples as his hands cupped the breasts. His hands flexed and eased, massaging the full milk sacks. His fingers returned to making light circles over those big full breasts again. But this time his thumb and forefinger ended around the extended nipples and started to tug on them. Driving her crazy. He tugged harder at the sensitive nipples, exciting her more. Encouraged by Adnil's sounds of pleasure, He rolled the nipples in his fingers … as squeals of pleasure erupted from Adnil.

Finally, he leaned down … her breath fluttered across Hérion’s head, as his mouth went to her nipple. He licked at the puckered flesh surrounding the lengthened nipple and casued Adnil to gasp.


With one nipple in his mouth, Hérion's left hand stayed in place, cupping and teasing the breast and nipple with his playful fingers. The right hand danced downward over the young mage’s flat stomach. He slid his thigh leg between the Adnil's legs, pushing her legs wider. Hérion's hand reached the base of her stomach. His fingers drummed against her mound and skipped along the clit. They teased along the wet slit, brushing at her curly hair. He paused to massage lightly at the base of her opening. He then pushed his index finger in to the first knuckle and swept up Adnil's swollen lips. He could feel moisture forming in her depths.


Adnil moaned louder and opened her legs a little wider, giving Hérion more access, as Hérion's finger brushed against Adnil’s hard bud again. The moan that exploded from Adnil’s lips sent a shudder through Heroin’s body. He moved his fingers back to Adnil’s pert and massive bosom, his slick fingers moving over the throbbing nipples as Adnil’s chest was rising and falling rapidly with her growing excitement.

 

[Naphalm]

So lucious, so voluptuous, so different to what he'd ever experienced before. The woman that was the sole focus of his attentions was breathtaking. He could sit here and lavish attention on her for hours, her gasps and moans were like music to his pointed ears. Since he first laid eyes on her, he realised he'd desired this moment. Any man would but for Hérion, this meant something more. Her skin tasted divine, like the godess she was.

He only had to listen to her responses to find what she loved. He smiled softly at each one. Gently he experimented with different movements, some eliciting quiet murmers, others making her inhale sharply and even moan lewdly.

He needed more, he wanted her body, and her soul. He wanted her to cry out with pleasure, the pleasure that he gave her. Forcing her open with gentle movements, he softly stroked her. His heart hammered constantly as he examined every inch of her body. Slowly, teasingly he penetrated her with that digit, massaging inside her. She was so warm and inviting. But Hérion wanted to prove he knew a little something about what he was doing, and so the teasing continued.

He drew his hand up, grazing her clit a little on it's way back to her large mounds, followed quickly by his lips. Her taste lingered where his fingers had been, causing him to groan excitedly. His bulge strained, threatening to burst from it's confinements. But he was not finished yet. That tiny taste has unleashed a need in him he hadnt realised was there. With determination, he moved south and with firm hands, he gripped the backs of her knees and spread her wide.

Panting slightly at the sight of his gorgeous maiden's most intimate place, he pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh, tenderly kissing his way closer.. and closer.. and then he was kissing above, nuzzling the soft hair, so close and so teasing. He grinned as she moaned frustratedly. Delciously, he finally swiped his tongue slowly over the wet lips, moaning once more himself as her taste danced on his tongue. Hérion could tease himself no longer and he began in earnest, licking, slurping and sucking. His lips found her clit and he circled it with the point of his tongue, drinking in the sounds of her pleasure like the nectar he tasted...

 

[milkmaiden38]

Adnil’s head was still spinning as Hérion teasing was driving her mad with passion. He was a master at pleasing a pussy. Slow, teasing, making her want his tongue more and more … until he finally gave it to her as she gasped and squirmed in joy. It felt so incredibly good she spread her legs wider for him … exposing her pussy completely to him. Her pussy continued to tingle from his pleasurable tongue licks.

The elven fighter started to lick her faster … he was going to send this human woman with the amazing heavy jugs and sweet pussy to a place of pure euphoric ecstasy. He licked and teased her clit as she moaned louder “MMMMMMM … Hérion you are driving me crazy with your tongue!!”

Hérion focused on her clit …licking it … teasing it …until her clit was jerking and throbbing. Adnil breathing was fast and she was getting hotter and closer to an orgasm. He used his tongue, and then used his teeth, giving her playful little licks and bites. It drove her wild …and soon she was squirming, her legs trembling, almost kicking at him …He knew the time was right …and took his tongue and slipped it deep into her pussy. “OHH FUCK” She gasped …as the elf’s tongue tip found her g-spot and licked and quivered inside of her pussy … the pleasure was so intense Adnil could not even moan … as her body tightened up … for a few seconds … and then she squealed as he slipped his attacking tongue deeper into her hot, wet pussy. Hérion took his free hand and grab her clit, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger as it swelled up. He had her in his control, she was helpless with pleasure.

“OH FUCK ….I’m going to CUMM” She gasped as his tongue found her g-spot again. He licked at it like mad … and she moaned louder and louder. It only took seconds …and Adnil’s pussy quivered wildly in his mouth, until the climactic moment overtook her body. She screamed and shook for about 20 seconds as her body exploded in ecstasy. Her fertile milk bags jiggling as he seized her clit with his mouth and sucked hard. Her whole body shuddered and thrashed, as he extended her climax.

When she was done cumming …the elf licked her pussy clean. And then smiling evilly … his tongue re-entered her pussy as his mouth started to suck on her clit again. “Oh - oh – by the gods - that's enough...” Adnil gasped as she tried to push him from between her legs … but he did not stop sucking. He grabbed her thighs and pulled his face to her engorged clit, sucking on it … She squealed semi-hysterically, trying to pull away. “Oh FUCK, no, no - I can't stand it...” She gasped and then a second orgasm hit her …the elf had forced her to have a second orgasm – he loved that … her body thrashed about on the end of his tongue. 'Oh God, Oh god, MMMMMMM” she gasped as the second more powerful orgasm ripped through her, her pussy quivering wildly. He was rewarded with a big gush of pussy juice, which he greedily licked up.

 

[Naphalm]

Despite his lack of experience, Hérion found it easy to work out what she liked and just when the right moment to switch between actions was. Her sweetness flooded his mouth and he drank her, craving more and more. He especially liked penetrating her with his slick muscle, feeling her every quiver and vibrate. As she climaxed, he held on for dear life, as she writhed beneath his ministrations. He shared every breath, every heart stopping pleasure wave, bringing a smile to his face as he gazed upon his beauty. A sight he'd never forget.

She slowly came down off her high and he could tell every new flick caused her to shiver and moan... those pleading eyes.. those lustfilled penetrating eyes bore into him. He offered her a smile before plunging back in, her feeble resistance was no match for his strength as he locked on. He was unsure whether this was the right move, would the result be the same or would he end up annoying her and ending their evening then. A risk then... but it paid off as her tumultuous cries ended in a crescendo of her second orgasm. He held on again, shivering as she gripped his head, her fingers wrapping in his hair. God he loved watching this woman cum...

As she came down a second time, he considered attacking her again. But a pressing need in his loins told him he required something different. He sat up on his knees and cocked his head slightly, watching her as he pulled off his top. Hérion's body was in top condition, it had to be for what he intended to be his profession. A warrior, in peak fitness. With a light smile, he undid his trousers, the buttons popping easily free under the pressure from his bulge.

He dropped off the end of the bed onto his feet, and chuckled as he watched Adnil's eyes drop greedily to where his member was about to be revealed. Hérion didnt disappoint. He slipped out of his confining clothes till he stood completely bare, his large cock standing to attention. He was particularly proud of his thick member, standing at roughly seven to eight inches long. Elven women weren't that impressed but he knew Adnil was, judging by the sparkle in her eyes. Standing at the edge of the bed, his member bobbing with each heartbeart. He beckoned to her slowly....

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hérion may not know it … but he was handsome. His shy and innocent personality only increased his attraction to the opposite sex. There was something else too … a kind of vulnerability that enhanced his appeal. Adnil watched as he exposure his powerful muscles and sexy build. His face and eyes shone brightly, with a kind of knowing smile, as he worked on his leggings. Adnil did not know what to expect … but as he opened his pants … She gasped … as his big elven cock sprang out. It was perfect … and she should know … she had seen a lot of cocks.

Adnil move to him ... and kissed him passionately. Rubbing her chest against his chest. Her excited sensitive nipples rubbing along his bare skin. She moaned softly “mmmmmmm”. Her moan had a hinted of music … or was it magic?

She broke away and got on her hands and knees before him, her face in front of his big cock. She kissed his cock. Her large breasts swayed gently with her every move. The beautiful, white globes were topped by her excited nipples. Those jugs were a delight to watch. But it was Hérion turn to be pleased … and Adnil knew what he wanted. She used one hand to reach down and cup his balls while the other gently stroking his stiff shaft. Her tongue licked his cock. She enjoyed the way he tasted.

He could have reached down, and cupped her big tits in his hands … he decided not to do that yet. She licked and sucked on his cock and enjoyed the way it stiffened and jerked in response to her caresses. His cock was growing even harder and more excited! Adnil’s breathing became heavier too, sucking on cocks always turned her on … and she even moaned softly as her excitement grew.

Adnil had wrapped both hands around the big stiff cock shaft, her mouth sucking on the throbbing cockhead. She slowly fed the cock deep into her mouth as Hérion moaned. Then she pulled back until her lips caught on the back of the swollen glan. She licked all the way around the cockhead while sucking on his cock. It felt amazing. Then she pressed the tip of her tongue against the slit in the tip of the big throbbing cock and licked away the drops of pre-cum. Again her mouth slowly took in his dick, inch-by-inch, as if she was a sword swallower. She took all of his 8 inches in … before her mouth retreated, and then she attacked it again. Her face bobbed up and down on the rock hard cock.

Her hand moved down to his balls … rubbing them gently, as the elf moaned “MMMMMMM” Her mouth sucked and licked at his cock … Hérion body started to act on instinct, his hips driving forward …as he fucked her mouth. She flicked her tongue wildly over his sensitive cockhead. This caused him to thrust his cock faster into her mouth. It was not long before, she felt the cock twitch in anticipation; he was getting ready to cum. Adnil’s hungry mouth sucked harder, licked faster, trying to get him to reward her fine cock sucking efforts. a reward of a mouthful of hot cum. It was almost too much pleasure for him to take.

 

[Naphalm]

Standing rigidly before her, Hérion watched her approach with nerves like jelly. Adnil was so graceful, each movement, each sway deliberate. He found himself examining every detail, the arch in her back, the valley of her breasts as they hung forward, the top of her ass wiggling slightly. His member bulged and throbbed even more as he gazed upon her beautiful body. Shivers tingled up his spine as her hot breath followed by her soft lips caressed his sensitive organ. It took all his might not to reach out and grab at her body, to press her down and ravish her, her teasing was filling his head will lustful thoughts.

He didnt know what to do with his hands, so he held them behind his head, gripping his hair as Adnil worshipped his cock. He could not take his eyes off her, he was a little surprised that she genuinely seemed to be more and more aroused as she touched and tasted him. His body twitched and only the powerful muscles in his legs tensing stopped him from falling forward as she took him.

A huge grin came to his face as she seemed to swallow his entire length. He bumped the back of her throat as he groaned his pleasure. Her skills were amazing. He briefly wondered how much she'd practised this but it melted along with his willpower as she blew his mind. He groaned, louder this time, as he felt that slow build up in his loins. His hips gave an involentary twitch and Adnil moaned in response. Again, deeper, his urgency rising as he slowly began to thrust forward. He needed it, he was taking it.

Her tongue worked eagerly over his member as he fucked her mouth, her lips dragging back and forth across his skin. Hérion gripped her hair, a little roughly, feeling the tension growing. Her eyes seemed to light up as she gazed up at him, drawing mercilessly, relentlessly, to the inevitable explosion. He moaned, lifting his head and closing his eyes as he erupted. His sticky white cum coated her mouth and tongue before it popped out and yet more shot out, landing on her face and tongue.

He looked down at her as instantly her hand was upon him, coaxing yet more from his cock. Each pull made him grunt as her hand squeezed his sensitive head. He managed to breath an "oh god" as she began to clean up, making sure not a drop was missed. "Oh.. fuck, Adnil.." he whispered, his body quivering slightly.