Frontiers of Alusia (by invitation only)

[Annisthyrienne]

This story is closed to invitees only. Here is the OOC thread where back ground information can be found. Specifically refer to this post for information about the realm.


Allytherian's soft shuddering moans filled the small room she shared with the owner of the very talented tongue that was currently sending shivers of pleasure through her nethers. Her slender fingers were knotting the sheets in her fists and the anonymous lump under the blankets moved in that slight rhythm that was making her feel so good. Her eyes rolled back; so close she was to nearing her peak. This was the best kind of payment for her healing skills, she thought.

It was to be the last of a series of 'trade payments' for the wound she'd healed. The slash had been serious and deep, inflicted by the jagged fangs of that ogre that had been terrorizing the farmers west of Rockbridge. But she'd taken extra care to heal it without even a scar to show where it had been, and now her former patient was showing such tender appreciation and gratitude that Ally was filling the room with her delighted cries of passion.

They'd shared the room for the night after the revelry in the common room the evening before. The whole group had come together for some fun and relaxation after their reunion with Mae. The town had been treating them all as honored heroes for the last three days after slaying the ogre; and their meals, drink, and rooms at the Boar's Head Inn had been on the house. Naturally they had enjoyed the hospitality, perhaps a little too much, only stumbling off to their rooms in the wee hours of morning. Fortunate for Ally, this particular someone had stumbled to her room with her.

Now it was late in the morning, and as she writhed and squirmed under that blissful tongue lashing, she noticed how brightly the sun shone in through the window. Their companions would soon be expecting them to break fast together. The Boar's Head was the better of the two main establishments in town. It was the place that the young captain of the soldier troop had recommended to Jayce when they'd brought in the head of the ogre as proof the town's troubles were over.

There had been a bounty for the beast, which they'd split among them. But as usual, Ally's share had gone mostly to charity; in this case, an orphanage she'd discovered in town. Their building had fallen into disrepair, and the overworked woman who ran the orphanage had little means to hire anyone to fix things. Ally had been spending her days, and even a couple nights, among the orphans, curing their minor sicknesses and ailments, and generally helping out as she kept an eye on the workmen she'd convinced Jayce to help her hire. It seems that the people of Rockbridge were particular about who they worked for, or at least what race. Her mixed blood had met with closed doors and uncaring ears, despite the money in her pouch being the coin of the realm.

But last night had been different. It was a night for friends, gathered together in reunion and celebration. It was good to see Mae again, though she hadn't changed a bit; still getting on Jayce's last nerve with her free spirited ways. Ally smiled at that thought; she'd always liked Mae. But her expression changed to one of intense focus as she felt herself nearing her peak. By the gods, but that was a talented mouth!

Her hips raised, her loins held up like a platter from which to sup by two hands grasping her bottom, she was even now feeling herself spill over that precipice of pleasure. A strong shudder racked her slender frame. Her hands reached for her tender breasts, tugging and pinching her own nipples to add that little bit of extra stimulation as her lover plunged deep within her to get a taste of that elvish flavored girl honey she released as she orgasmed with a passionate cry.

As her lover continued to lap softly at her sex, bringing her gently down from that blissful release, Ally couldn't get the radiant smile off her face. She felt so good! And a good cum always made her happy and a little giggly. She reached for that shape under the blanket, her lover's head, and urged them up to lie in her arms. Her deep indigo eyes sparkled as the tussled hair came into view and that knowing smirk met her gaze. Here was one who knew how to make her squeal, and their self-satisfied grin said so. But all she wanted to do right now was cover that face in grateful kisses.

 

[jack80]

Jayce Stromguard smiled as he heard the sounds of his partner's moans fill the small room that they both occupied. It was a simple room. A single bed only large enough for the two of them to enjoy comfortably together. A small chest and dresser with a wash bowl and small simple oval mirror atop of it. That was it. But it served the purpose for a nights rest for him.. and her. Granted, this was her room.

He didn't remember why he had followed her, or in actually fact, fell into her bed with her. All he could remember was laughing as they remembered past adventures and deeds they had performed together as a group. Particularly the first time they had met.

She had saved his life. As a Paladin, A Champion of Yuanlin, The Forgiver, he was immune to all forms of diseases. But he had been struck by some kind of poison... a powerful strain that racked his body and mind. He had stumbled though the dark of night away from his friends and companions lost, not clear as to where he was going. And she found him. She had saved him, and when he awoke in the morrow of the next day, he found himself unclothed with her laying next to him. Equal in state of purity.

It was an interesting first encounter, but one that had strengthen their bond ever since. Like now. They had a strong connection. He often wonder how things would be different if he had not found himself often in the company of women he had past dealings with. Some might consider him lucky, but he thought it differently. Each one was different, demanding a different form of attention. He would never hold them back if they wish to leave, as Mae once did, but he always felt stronger with them with him.

Just as he did now as his hands cupped and raised that firm yet delicate rear as he pressed his mouth more onto her, lapping with his tongue to bring her to new heights of pleasure. He so enjoyed it when she came. Not for any ego based notion that he was good, but because he so loved to see her smile. She seemed to brighten the room as her cries of joy filled his ears. He lessen his pace, but not his intent to continue her pleasure.

And she so needed this. Being of half-blood, elf and human, she was shunned by many. Something that had nearly brought him to rain fists on those that refused to help her in her goal to see the orphanage rebuilt. He had used every skill of diplomacy, bluff and intimidation that his old Mentor Kesstar had taught him -well more like beat into his skull- to bring reason to these thick headed numskulls. The ignorance of some people.

She deserved so much more then that. And he was intent to show her how he felt about her as he kissed his way up her slim body as her hands guilded him to the apex of her breasts where he light kissed the tips with feathery touch of his lips before finally looking down at her face.

Shining indigo eyes met smoky grey. He brushed his hand though her blond hair, some out of place as she had thrashed about as he had made her feel pleasure. She was a simply kind of beauty, but that usually was the best kind. His grin nearly threaten to split his face in half as he looked down, as he felt one of her hands on the deep scar on his cheek. A constant reminder of a long ago mistake. One that he was still working on to redeem himself.... and would most likely go on to his death.

"You do have a way about you when you sing to the gods don't you." He said in a gravely voice as he pressed his tall body on her smaller one. Standing he stood near a foot and a half over her. But if one was to think he was the stronger of the two, they would be wrong. She had an incredible well of power within her. "You should and Darya should strike up a song together. Your combined voices could bring people to joy or tears I would expect."

He didn't give her a chance to respond as he leaned into to kiss her. Her lips were very gifted as his lips were rediscovering now as they pressed together in light embraces. His hands cupping the side of her face as they lip-locked in passionate endeavor.

He shift his hips, and used his knees to spread her legs apart under him as he allowed her to feel his own enticement. Even if they did nothing else, he was just happy to bring her a bit of joy for a brief moment. Besides, it was nearly close for them to get up. Though he would rather spend an extra hour or two with her. He wondered what their companions would think. Most likely something lewd and full of mischief.

He allowed the tip of him to rest on the spot where he had just had his mouth work long enjoyable moments before. He broke free as he pushed himself up to look back down at her, a grin that could be described as "shit-eater" on his face.

 

[Cheska]

Sleeping in was one of the very few vices she allowed herself these days. One that she actually cherished, but she forgot that when in the company of Ally, sleep was often interrupted by cries of passion or merry making, not really a bad thing. But sleep was such a wonderful thing.

She had dreamed of open water again, lakes and streams. Free and wild and she was nude again, in the open and she did not care.
Which was very alien to her. Perhaps Ally could bare flesh with such a free spirit, but a nobles daughter was not allowed such freedom.

"But I am hardly a nobles daughter anymore, am I." she commented to an empty room.
Her stomach did not empathize as it grumbled for attention, she sighed and rose from her bed, reaching for her robes.
A quick wash and then dressing for the day.

She picked up her singing staff, one of the few magical devices she was protective of, despite the fact that it was a great weapon.

She headed down stairs to the common room and was happy to see it mostly empty, a peaceful meal was always welcome in the start of the day.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Mae Van Duran roused from her alcohol induced unconsciousness with a thundering snort. Dark lashes fluttered over jade eyes which typically held a brilliant radiance. Yet this morning they were dull and red rimmed. Even as she opened them Mae wanted nothing more than to close them, the damn common room of the Inn was still spinning just the way she had left it only a few hours ago. She remembered little of the night’s past events, only that the beer had been free and the conversation friendly enough. Perhaps she had dreamt her company last night, old friends and new had found her in this pisshole of a city and a celebration had ensued. She knew that much, well, the free ale at least. Several empty wooden mugs lay in disarray on the well-worn wooden table that had been her pillow. Slowly she blinked and found that even that movement hurt. It felt like a hundred tiny dwarves were mining the inside of her skull with pickaxes and singing off key. She was hung over to say the least and Mae knew only one sure fire way to get over such. Slender digits slid out over the table and found purchase upon the lip of one mug that still contained liquid. She must have slept with her mouth open, it felt as if someone had packed her mouth with nettles and cotton. With a grumble Mae brought it to her face and sniffed, her nostrils flaring as she exhaled. She hadn’t been sure what was in the mug as she tilted her head back and downed the contents but at least it was wet.

As the liquid poured down her throat and wet the proverbial whistle Mae leaned back in her high back chair, the wood creaking in the process. Slowly the barbarian inhaled, taking a deep breath before releasing it in a cacophonous and very unladylike belch. Only then did she begin to run her hands over her person to make sure everything was where it should be and no one had snitched anything in her drunken haze. She found everything in tact and it wasn’t until her hands brushed over the haft of the massive axe leaning against her chair did Mae feel a certain sense of ease. Snagga was always at her side, always ready to bathe in the blood of her foes; Snagga was always thirsty.

For a few moments Mae seemed content to listen to the crackle of the logs in the hearth and the bustle of the common room. Servants wandered to and fro with their daily chores and only a few strangers were seated in the room with her though they all had given Mae’s table a wide berth. One hand rose to brush back through her short, fiery mane, though it did nothing but make it stick up and look all the more wild. Just as she was about to wave down a wench and order something greasy to settle her stomach those dull jade orbs catch the entrance of another familiar soul. It seemed she hadn’t created the whole scenario in her heard. Well at least she wasn’t going crazy, well, any more at least...

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Ally's eyes locked on Jayce's as he hovered above her. Her slender hands were on his arms and she could feel his manhood rampant with desire for her poised at her heated opening, now made slick and ready from his earlier attentions. She smiled and with a single nod gave her assent. She wanted him to feel as good as he'd made her feel. Better.

The moan that slipped from her red lips accompanied her violet eyes rolling back as he sunk into her, filling her completely in one thrust. Her thighs came up to form a cradle of softness around his hips, allowing her to take him completely this way. He was large. Compared to her and compared to her Elvish kindred, he was larger in most every way. But he was not threatening; not to her. Since that first night when those three orcs had her cornered against the cliff face where she'd camped, and Jayce had stumbled into the clearing, interrupting the dreadful plans they'd had in mind for her, she knew she had nothing to fear from him. The same couldn't be said for those poor orcs.

Jayce had been half out of his mind with delirium from some kind of poison. But he hadn't been so out of it as to be witless to the fact that she needed help. He fought the orcs, slaying all three eventually, though the effort cost him, causing the poison to course through his body that much faster. He collapsed in her arm just as she was thanking him.

She had taken care of him that night, saving his life after he had saved hers. She could only imagine what he must have thought when his fever broke in the night, his body having sweated out the poison through his pores. It would have left him vulnerable to a chill had she not used her own body heat to keep him warm, lying naked beside him with her hand on his chest to monitor his heartbeat and breathing. She'd connected with him using her empathy sense to make sure that any distress he felt would wake her in time to help him. It hadn't been distress he'd experienced upon awakening. But nonetheless, she felt his arousal too.....even as she felt it now.

It was hard not to when they were this close. It was sometimes a blessing, sometimes a curse. Sometimes it was hard to tell which feelings were hers for him, or his for her. But usually she told herself that it didn't really matter. They got along well, and that was all that she cared about. She loved all of her companions, and would give her life for them. Yes, even Mae.

Ally's eyelids fluttered as Jayce pushed into her again, their bodies slapping together now with vigor. How many times had they done this? She was the newest member of the group; Mae and Darya were already with Jayce when they found him naked in her arms that next morning. They'd been looking for him all night, worried over the state of mind that made him wander off during his watch the night before. And the way they'd found the two of them together had ensured that poor Jayce hadn't yet lived it down. Ally supposed that carrying on like this probably did nothing to restore his reputation. But then again, it all depended on what his reputation had been before. He had been traveling with two women, after all.

She was just getting close, feeling the sweet tingle that would grow into a rush of heat and pleasure that would sweep her along in its wave of bliss. And she knew Jayce was close too. That was one good thing about being able to sense the feelings of another. The pleasure he felt fed back to her senses as well, doubling the sensations assaulting her mind and body.

It was just at that inopportune moment that there came a knock on the door.

*******************

Brion grinned as he watched his sister Annya about to get into trouble. He paused in carrying the heavy wooden tray to watch the fun. It was always fun when Annya made mischief, but this time, Brion thought it might be a little more than she bargained for. Annya was just a step or two behind the flame haired barbarian woman who had been so boisterous at the celebration the night before, and it looked as if she was poised to poke.

Brion would have bet his pay on whether or not Annya would get a taste of that huge ax so near to the barbarian's side. At least the flat of the blade would be landing on her mischievous backside, he thought. He'd sooner tease an angry bear than risk what his sister was about to.

And yet, Annya never seemed to get what she had coming to her, no matter how much mischief she caused. She was the younger and obviously the prettier of the two orphans working at the Boar's Head. She'd always been the one to get him in trouble at the orphanage when they lived there. And in fact, she'd been the one who got them involved in this apprenticeship as innkeepers. And she was still getting him in trouble as he failed to notice the innkeeper's wife coming up behind him.

A sharp rap on his head with her knuckles chastised him for slacking in his duties. "Off with you, lazy boy! You know Captain Gareth wanted to meet with the Justice warrior as soon as he was awake. Go and see if they are stirring yet. Listen at the door, but don't knock unless you hear them up and about. Now off with ye!"

Brion nodded and bowed slightly to his employer's wife, then with one longing glance back over his shoulder to his sister, he scurried towards the stairs, passing the beautiful bard on his way. He stepped back to doff his cap in a courtly bow, hoping she would see him as much more mature than his 11 years, and maybe take favor with him. "Good morn, Lady Darya!" he enthused as she passed. "You're singing was so beautiful last eve. I especially enjoyed the epic ballad of Jayce Stromguard. The ribald parts brought a smile to many a face in the common room."

He was sincere in his praise, and hoped his infatuation didn't show too much. He wished he could linger and spend time in the company of the enchanted songstress, but he remembered the task set before him, and he knew that the trouble Annya was about to get into would be as nothing to what the innkeeper's wife would do to him if he neglected her instructions.

He bowed again hurriedly as he turned to head up the stairs. A moment later found him pausing with his ear pressed to the wooden door. There were definitely sounds coming from within. It sounded like the half-blood maid was in some kind of trouble. Maybe she was ill? Brion could hear moaning coming from within, and he hoped that it wasn't because of the food or drink she and her friends had enjoyed last night.

He rapped firmly on the wooden door.

*****************

Annya crept up stealthily on the flame haired warrioress, intent on playing her prank. She'd found a nice fat beetle that would go nicely in that red hair. Another foot closer and.....

" 'Ere now! Ssssssstt! Annya, get on away from there, and let that one be! You've got chores to do, and ye'd best be gettin' them done, girl!" The innkeeper's matronly wife waggled her fingers at the mischievous young girl, shooing her away as she approached the table.

She began to gather the mugs left over from the celebration of the night before, casting a sidelong glance at the wild red hair of axe wielding woman. "You've slept the night through, and that's a fact. You look the worst for it. Can I get you anything?" As she waited for an answer, the innkeeper's wife noted the approach of the minstrel that had so enraptured the crowd the evening before. Leaning towards the warrioress in a conspiratorial whisper, "Now that one would be handy to have around. Pack 'em in every night, thick as flies, she would. Is she a friend to you? Maybe you could ask her nice so she'd be willing to stay around?"

 

[jack80]

Jayce moaned as he entered her velvet threshold. Her small elven body was so tiny compared to his, yet he handled her with care. He was always afraid that he was too big for her, but, that was neither here nor there.

As he moved with her, his thoughts focused on her. The shear bliss, the perfect moment... nearing as they moved together. He couldn't think of anything else, but her, and how good it felt.

And then there was that knock. Jayce paused mid stride, feeling so close to rapture.... And a bloody knock on the door crumpled everything. He just wanted to scream, laugh and cry at that moment. He looked down at Ally, his eyes full of apology.

"I..." Another knock and a voice from the other side of the door.

"Madam Elf, is everything okay?" The muffled response came.

Jayce buried his face into Ally's shoulders and let out a muffled response himself. "I'll be right back." He said as he got up, leaving her covered with the blanket, walking over to the door. He hadn't bothered to cover himself up. He had nothing to be ashamed about.

Opening the door, he looked at the intruder of his moment of bliss and spoke in a slight irradiated voice.

"Can we help you?"

 

[Cheska]

Choosing a seat in the corner, this gave her a view of the room with at least two easy exits and three that would require effort.

She sat so she faced the common room but did not draw attention to herself right off. Simple traveling robes made this easy, her finer clothes hidden beneath.
She ordered, to her mind, a simple breakfast of toasted bread, ham with eggs, a bowl of porridge and a water for tea and a pint of ale.
The serving girl eyed her briefly, but said not but that it would be ready soon.

She glanced once more about the room and noted Mae, a recent companion, sleeping at a table. Deciding it was best to leave her be, she withdrew a minor healing drought that she ease Mae's head when she was fully awake.

The sounds of her elvin friends morning rapture had eased, chuckling to herself, "Mayhap she is setting for another round?" blushing, she felt only a bit of shame at her thoughts.
Though her friend was a lovely maiden by any stretch, she was a friend first.

Taking out her travel journal, she began to write down their last adventure, a story worth telling. She would avoid embelishing it, as her company of friends had made good of themselves and needed no false tails to set them as heroes. But she would ask them about what happened, to get their views and add that as needed.
Mae could be quite Colorful of her descriptions and that made her stories hard to pass on to nobles and clergy. But she tried not to edit Mae too much, it was her story after all and should be told as close to her view as possible.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Mae heard a voice echoing about her. At first she thought it was in her heard but as her gaze refocused itself she found the innkeeper’s plump wife talking to. She didn’t understand her at first, until she finally realized she was asking her if she wanted something.

“Yeah. Something hearty and greasy. I gotta get something...on...” Mae started before her back arched and her cheeks puffed. Perhaps for a moment she looked as if she were about to release the contents of her stomach, though as her lips parted she let fly nothing but a resounded belch that echoed about the sparsely populated common room. “It.” she finished with a huff. Yet it seemed the woman wasn’t finished. She leaned in curiously as she whispered about her friend, who’s entrance Mae had been oblivious to. It took her a moment and a glance or two to finally put the two thoughts together. At first Mae thought to simply brush the old bag off, she had no control of her comrades. They would do as they pleased, just as Mae would herself. Though even through the haze and the pain Mae saw an opportunity. A wry smile drifted lopsidedly over her lips as she leaned in herself.

“I can’t promise nuffin. But perhaps for an extra helping and some of that strong ale I can do some convincing.” She said in a whisper and offered a knowing wink. With that the barbarian rose, though she almost toppled back down in the process. “Just bring it over here.” She pointed in no direction in particular as she stomped her way towards Darya’s table and flopped into a chair with a loud huff.

“Why are you always writing in that thing?” She asked bluntly, leaning her elbows on the table as her fingers combed through her hair and she leaned upon her hands, which now rested against her brow.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Ally huffed an exasperated sigh, made so in part by her own impassioned breathing so near her climax, and in part from the emotional feedback of Jayce's frustration at being so close to release and yet being interrupted. She patted his side as he rolled off of her, leaving her feeling surprisingly empty as not only the physical connection, but the empathic one was also broken. Defensively, she pulled the blankets up around her neck, modestly concealing her charms. For a moment she felt like pulling the blankets right up over her head and burrowing into the warm dark cocoon.

It always felt a little like that when the connection was broken; like she was suddenly disconnected from life, from the world, and she was all alone, so very alone. She wondered if her lovers felt it too. She wondered if it was part of the reason they sought out the intimate contact of another so often. She was still trying to figure people out after all this time.

It didn't take her keen elvish hearing to note the words of the lad at the door. Jayce was trying to be polite, but it was taxing his patience. With a sigh, she gathered the blanket around her and padded barefoot to the door, her hand moving to touch her lover's shoulder lightly, offering a calming influence.

+++++++++++++

Brion was caught by surprise when the door suddenly opened before he had time to remove his curious ear pressed to the wooden planks. The Justice warrior had moved with such stealth that it caught the boy flat footed. He took a step back even as the larger man asked what he wanted. He gulped nervously before managing to stammer out, "Milord, my mistress asked me to remind you that Captain Gareth of the Ranger troopers wishes to meet with you this morn. With you and all your ladies, Sir. Them other two are down in the common room, breaking their fast, Sir. I'm to tell you and the lady elf that their waitin'."

He saw the elfess coming up behind, wrapped only in a blanket from the bed, which scarcely concealed all her charms. The telltale way that the subtle curves of her breasts swayed freely under the shin blanket sent a tingle of arousal through the adolescent boy's loins as he leaned to see past the imposing warrior's blatant nudity blocking his view. He was so mesmerized by the tantalizing movement of her charms that he didn't even hear the words spoken to him by the Justice warrior. And he couldn't hide the leering grin that decorated his youthful features. She may be less than human, but the brief glimpse he'd caught of her swaying breasts under the blanket, and the turn of her shapely thigh through the slitted gap would fuel his frottage fantasies later when he could steal a few moments away from his chores to be alone.

He didn't even mind when the warrior closed the door so abruptly in his face, cutting off his view.

+++++++++++++

The serving maid labored under the weight of the two trays she so precariously balanced one on each outstretched arm as she made her way through the maze of tables to the one occupied by the comely bard. As she approached, she wondered if bards ever made songs about tavern maids, and for just a minute or two, she daydreamed about being immortalized in verse. She came back to her senses just in time to avoid the careening form of the flame haired warrioress staggering over to join the bard. Deftly she sidestepped, spinning in a full circle to keep the trays balanced.

A moment later she carefully laid them down at the end of the table, setting the plate of ham and eggs before the songstress. Distributing the other platters and bowls in easy reach, and then placing a hot kettle on a trivet with two cups for tea, the maid smiled as the pretty storyteller glanced up at her.

Last was the pint of ale in the earthenware mug, set just a little closer to the barbarian woman than the patron who placed the order for it. How was the maid to know who would quaff it down? Besides, she only had eyes, star struck as they were, for the attractive songstress at the table.

++++++++++++++

The matronly innkeeper's wife stood back as it looked as if the scarlet haired barbarian might lose the contents of her stomach, and her mouth dropped open in astonishment as the thunder rolled from the lips of the warrioress. She was taken aback that a member of the fairer sex could produce such an impressive gastronomical declaration.

But it didn't dissuade her from her conspiratorial suggestion of influencing the bard to play the inn's common room on a regular basis. At the suggestion that a tankard of ale could help sway the persuader, she smiled and nodded, as if it were a done deal, then hurried off to prepare the order that she was sure would ensure the inn's prosperity.

Shortly afterwards, another maid brought the tray laden with a deep bowl of greasy mutton stew and a half loaf of bread with a tub of rendered bacon fat to spread on it. A tall flagon of ale and a plate of fried sliced potatoes completed the repast set before the flame haired axe wielding woman.

From across the room, the matronly innkeeper's wife smiled as she wrung her hands. It was all going according to plan as she gave a wink to the serving maid.