Decadents and Dropouts IC

Gryph

He gave her one of his toothy grins,

"Money and a thorn in her side, you might just survive this ordeal."

He looked over at Haerdon,

"Pity he isn't one of the smarter barbarians, he would have done well not to have wanted Phyliss this much."

Gryph eyed Relic,

"I'd have settled for a little drow that has certain talents that would keep me occupied, satisfied and of course help me gain riches."
 
Phyliss Ovida

Phyliss pressed harder against Tronfur, as he leaned over - was he getting weak in this new situation? She had the urge to grab his crotch to explore his assets with her hands, but she decided to keep her hand on his upper body, and run them down his chest. She would keept the contact to his lower body with her own crotch. "Squeeze them hard." she purred, while she shoved her breasts against his hand and her snakes brushed against the inside of her wings.
 
Relic

"That could still happen, if you are a good boy..." Relic laughed, enjoying the fact that at least somebody seemed to think of her in a useful light. It was different.

Now she just had to remember how to get to the cave. It was nestled in a rock outcrop, not far up a mountain. She had found it by pure accident once, after falling during a hike to gather rare ingredients. It was basically a steep angled shaft that went down among giant boulders, before coming across an outcropping rock that seemed to cut off all access. A tight squeeze and you were inside a room about the size of a wagon. Inside she had tucked away all the items she had stolen from the surrounding area.

It was full, and she had placed smaller rocks over the squeeze space to make it look like nothing was there. Just in case someone crawled down, after finding the entry point, all the way to the bottom. They would have to be a thin creature though. It was tight for Relic.

Hence why she liked it so much.

"They probably expect you back soon don't they?"

Putting a hand on his, the one holding the hilt of his sword, Relic looked up at him. He was quite a big guy. But at least he didn't seem shifty like her. "Thank you for not jumping to the wrong conclusion. Very few have around me."
 
Gryph

"I have been gone for a while, so perhaps Phyliss would start to worry...if she haven't found a way to entertain herself."

He smirked, the gorgon seemed rather interested in testing out various partners and as far as he could figure out, Trunfor was a guy who would willingly participate.

"Let's work it this way, I'll take Haerdon to the cog, explain that you only used the ploy to get him alone and incapacitate him. If she wants to free him I'll just cut off his head, I'm growing tired of him already. Then I will also say that you helped us by lighting that wagon. That and of course you showing up with some of your loot should smooth things over a little bit."
 
Trunfor Blackheart

Trunfor looked at Phyliss with admiration and awe. She had to be the most beautiful being in the world. He wondered what she saw in him, why she had accepted him and was now engaging in sexual acts with him.

That mystery would have to be dealt with later, all that mattered was what was happening here and now.

His wings twitched instinctively as Phyliss`s snake hair rubbed along it. He moved both of his hands to her breasts and squeezed tighter. He longed to take it to the next level, but was unsure of what to say or do, plus he didn`t want to have sex while in the open where other could see.
 
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Relic

"Then we'll meet up down river. I'll find you when I've retrieved some of my treasures, and you can take him since he's nothing but dead weight for me now. Not as dead as I would prefer, considering."

Taking a step back, Relic gave Gryph a nod before moving over to the horse she had been left with. It was Alex's, considering that hers was somewhere back at the original meeting point. She doubted they would have taken it on board the cog. Maybe she would go back and collect it, stop in town for a bit to resupply and fix her garments, then head off.

Mounting up, she moved over to Gryph's side again carefully. Before leaning down from the saddle to speak with him again. Not needing to bend over much at all thanks to his height. "What's your favorite colour? And Phyliss' if you know it?"

She had her mind on getting each of them a present. A useful one, not some stupid flower or picture. Perhaps a new cloak for Phyliss, there were many nice garments she had stolen in her years. But that would only make the gorgon angry she suspected. To give her a present of stolen goods. And Trunfor, he seemed to need a new writing set or perhaps a journal. It seemed close to his heart.

Gryph, she could see him enjoying something more practical. Sharp possibly. A dagger, or maybe some potions in case he ever needed them. She doubted he'd need new armor or weapons. But enchantments, trinkets...she had a few of them.

Taking a vial off her belt, she passed it down to him. It would keep the barbarian paralyzed for as long as needed. Nothing near the strength of Zahn's problem poison...but enough to keep him safe whilst on the boat. "To make sure he stays...manageable."
 
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Phyliss Ovida

Phyliss gasped as her full breasts were squeezed by the clawed hands. It was intense and arousing. Now she slid one of her hands down on his chest, over his abdomen, and moves it between on his crotch, where she pinned it by pressing her lower body back against him. She moved her hand to his manhood and fumbled it through the close; she just had to have a feeling what might expect her if they had the time to go in a more private place. While waiting for Gryph and departure, the aft and some fully clothed fumbling had to do.
 
Trunfor moaned as Phyliss grabbed his crotch. He was definitaly hard and almost all 8" of his crotch were in Phyliss`s hand. He looked into Phyliss`s eyes, feeling his fiendish heritage urging him onward.

"Please Phyliss, I can`t take anymore of this teasing. I want to share my body with you, to join ourbodies together." he pleaded. The way Phyliss teased him was making him desperate to take it to the next level.
 
Phyliss Ovida

Phyliss ditched her tongue in his ear and whisperd. "Oh yes, I would like you to...fuck my brains out. But not yet and here, you have to be patient until we left the shore and we are safe." she moved her head and looked into his eyes. "You wanted me for some time, didn't you? And am I your first?"
 
Trunfor Blackheart

He nodded, "Yes, I`ve wanted you when I first saw you. There was something about you. And yes, you are the first."
 
Phyliss Ovida

"ANd just telle me, what did you imagine to do with me in detail?" she grinned while she kept rubbing his genitals.
 
Trunfor Blackheart

Trunfor moaned as Phyliss rubbed him, "Anything that you command. My oath binds me to follow your every command. I wish to bring you great pleasure and happiness."
 
Phyliss Ovida

"I guess you are full equipped to to so." she smiled.
"Am I collecting male virgins? Should I feel bad about? They are well hung, both of them." she thought.
She kissed him. "And I want to please you. Won't you tell me your fantasies, hmmm? So I will be prepared if we get serious in the cargo room if we are ready for it?"
 
"Nothing but pleasing you would make me happy. I want to be with you and that`s all I want." He moaned as Hyliss continued to rub him. He found it hard to concentrate.
 
Phyliss Ovida

"So, then we just wait what will happen then. She rubbed his cock a little more, with her hand and her hips at the same time, both fast and intense, and she moaned as she drove her breast towards him, squeezing them even harder then before. They would not get into a sex act now, but before they stopped they should be satisfied with the little petting.
 
Gryph

"I like black, easier to conceal. Phyliss seems quite at ease with green or emerald colors."

He took the vial from her and placed it in a pocket, then he pulled the barbarian from the horse, unsaddled and unbridled it, giving it a light slap on the rump to let it run off. Gathering the saddle, bridle, sword and barbarian, he felt like a pack donkey,

"I'll try and convince them that you are not a threat, maybe next time think before you act little one, it would be a shame to lose you."

With those words he turned and strode away, as he neared the boat the wind carried a smell towards him and he was sure that he knew arousal when he smelled it. The murmuring between Phyliss and Trunfor was quite clear what they were up to, without ceremony he dumped his load and sat down, no need to interrupt the two, let them have their fun.
 
The Narrator - Skandölf

The old sailor was the first to notice Gryph as he was still sitting outside by the plank. He got up and coughed loud. The gorgon lady and the winged demon stood quite prominet oon the aft, although they had moved into the middle. The demon had wrapped her batwings around her, but it was still plain what was going on. Skandölf looked at the huge, tied-up barbarian that he half-dragon brought along, as if the heavy man would just be a rabbit. He didn't post any questions. He would just wait and listen and would know everything soon enough.
 
Phyliss Ovida

Phyliss was to much in heat to notice Gryph rightaway. She worked on Tronfurs covered manhood and moaned and gasped, as she felt wet between her legs as well. She nearls thought of stripping of and do him right on the aft, but something made just stop her. "I must control myself a little more." she thought, as she heard some heavy, familar steps close to the ship.
 
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Relic

Watching Gryph go, Relic felt something different about herself. Pride. No, not pride. Understanding? In a way, but that wasn't it either. Acceptance? Yes, that might be it. The feeling of perhaps being accepted. Only once before had she felt that, and it was partially against her own will that she could not hide much from him. There were some people even she couldn't, and didn't want to deceive. Was Gryph beginning to become one of them. Their short talks felt comfortable, lies felt unnecessary, and complex stories to weave fake reasons felt like wasted effort.

She wasn't herself around him so much, but she didn't know who she was. There were parts of her past that were hidden even to her, she just made her way through life living how she enjoyed.

But this was perhaps her growing older. No longer did she tease and play with street orphans. No longer did she hire herself out for menial tasks of looting and misdirection. Not unless the price was worth it of course. No longer would she kill because deep down it felt so good.

Was she starting to think of her future? What she was? Who she wanted to be?

A house wife was not one of those wants, but living in a new town each week, and using peoples hospitality and kindness also no longer felt right. Blast people being nice.

Perhaps it was having lived among mainly humans that gave her such misunderstood feelings now. Perhaps Gryph, who seemed to outwardly not fit into the human world, or Phyliss who had seen both the good and the bad side to it, or Trunfor who always probably felt neglected and pushed away....maybe they were like her. Not just pawns to mess around with for pleasure.

Was being different the one thing they had in common? Or was there a dream of freedom, peace...and quiet that they shared.

Relic enjoyed the quiet, it was why she lived alone for most of her time.

Kicking her horse, she headed off into the forest, towards the mountains.
 
Gryph

When Skandolf cleared his throat, Gryph ruefully shook his head and grinned, so much for waiting it out. He sheathed his sword, gathered the barbarian and saddle with bridle, before walking up onto the deck. He dumped Haerdon on the deck and placed the other things down for storage.

"A present from Relic,"

he toed the big barbarian,

"And if you don't want to kill him..."

He drew his sword, clearly ready to do just what he said he would.
 
Phyliss Ovida

The gorgon left from Tronfurs embrace and walked down the stair from the aft, where she found Gryph and Haerdon on the deck. How many times had she wished to find him that way, and to recieve all the cruel punishments she had thought up for him. But now, as she saw him like that, she even felt sorry for him. Tronfur had seen her right. She could not murder a man in cold blood, especially not a helpless prisoner. And she had done him wrong in the beginning, hadn't she? After all, she had agreed to Verialyns plan two seduce the two barbarians and use them to escape from the slavetraders, and then dispose them. Verialyn had beaten her victiom uncoscnious, and she had petrified Haerdon, although it was some kind of selfdefence. And she robbed his horse...

"Call me sentimental, but I don't want to start our journey by spilling blood on the cog." She chewed her lip. "But I cannot just let him go either. He will not give up... but...wait. I will think of something." She rubbed her palm, trying to figure out a solution. "I will petrify him... he survived once, so he has a fair chance. And we tie him up and strip him and leave him behind. Maybe that is the best idea..."
 
Trunfor Blackheart

Trunfor sighed as Phyliss left his embrace. Taking a breath, he followed Phyliss and was surprised to see Gryph with Haedron. Trunfor stared at Haedron with hatred and had to calm himself.

He watched Phyliss`s, waiting to she her reaction and for a comand on what to do.
 
Phyliss Ovida

"I think this is the best. One more fair chance. I take his clothes and weapons, petrifie him and you tie him up outside, on the shore. And I write his crimes on his back; guilty of murder, looting, arson and rape." she looked at him. "Many people survive the petrification, he once did, so he may live."
 
Gryph

"May I object? He will just come after you again, he will not stop until he have gotten what he wants from you. Barbarians are very single-minded, if you do not wish to stop him..."

He rested the wickedly sharp blade of his claymore against Haerdon's neck,

"Then I will do it and if you don't want blood shed on the cog, the river bank is a few feet away."
 
Phyliss Ovida

Phyliss was nervous. Of course she knew Gryph was right, still, she did not want to order the killing of a prisoner.
"But he is tied up..." she protested faintly.
"I know you want to protect me, and I am grateful of that. But you would not like to do it..."
 
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