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Bramble of the Briar Wood Ch. 01

Part 1

They pushed past the crumbling stone entrance and entered the dark corridor, Torcrest paused and waited for his human eyes to adjust to the light. Cobwebs draped the corners, the walls were blackened by centuries of torch fire. A chill filled the air, and a damp, musty smell assaulted their nostrils.

"Let us see what there is to be found here, shall we?"

He lit a torch, and soon it was burning brightly. A soft orange light filled the surrounding dungeon.

"Hopefully this places leads us to another clue."

"Yes. Big, shiny, golden clues would be preferable."

"We're not here for treasure Bramble, we need to figure out who or what is trying to kill the king, remember?"

"Oh right, but perhaps this who, or what also has a lot of gold." Bramble gestured with her hands in the air, making out the shape of a mound of gold.

"Just stay focused and alert," Torcrest sighed, "You never know what dangers could be lurking in the shadows."

"As you wish," she nodded, drawing her sword, "but, I can only promise so much."Bramble of the Briar Wood Ch. 01 фото

Torcrest rolled his eyes. It's gonna be a long day... his thoughts drifted to that fated day when they first met.  

....

Torcrest stood before the town's guild hall. The sun hung low in the sky behind him, and the shadows of the town's buildings were creeping up the street. It was his second day in this town, a small township on the outskirts of the capital of Janus. Two days and he'd still not found a suitable companion. The guild hall was a large wooden building off the main street, near the town square. It was also a tavern, inn, and eatery for local adventurers. He walked up the stone steps, passing several men in all manner of armor. He pushed the large wooden doors open and entered the hall. Inside, just about every race, and class, of adventurer were eating, drinking, and generally making merry at large wooden tables strewn about the hall. The glow of fire light filled the room in a warm hue, and the sound of drunken banter, filled the hall. Wenches were running back and forth serving drinks and food.

Torcrest walked towards a large reception desk in the front of the hall. There was a man, twice his size, sitting on a stool behind the desk. He was writing in a book with a long quill pen, but as Torcrest approached, he stopped and looked up. Peering over his glasses at Torcrest.

"Welcome to the Rogue's Haven, guild hall, inn, and tavern. Are you looking for a little adventure? We've got quite a few popular quests for you if you're up for it."

"Oh, I'm already on a quest."

"Then you're looking for a party to accompany you? Well, there are quite a few parties that would love to join you..."

"No, not a party, just a companion. I just need one person, an elf." Torcrest said, with a gleam in his eye.

"Well, if you want a companion, someone of your stature should choose a dwarf, or perhaps an ogre. I've got just the person for you, Kilgray. He's a little dim witted, but he's an incredible tank!"

"I don't need a tank, I'm a warrior. I need an archer. Perhaps an elf."

"Well, Kilgray can throw spears too, let me just call him over here and you two can..."

"No, no, I don't think an ogre is what I need. I need someone small and light on their feet, with good reflexes, like an elf."

"A cleric would be perfect for you. Falfel Spritebound, she can heal your wounds, but also burn your enemies in holy fire!"

Torcrest put his hands on his hips. "I'm really looking for an elf!"

"Well, just a minute now, why be so particular? There are many skilled fighters and mages here, of many races and classes." The guild master said as he leaned forward and stared down at Torcrest.  

"I told you, I need an elf, one with lightning reflexes and keen, cat-like eyesight."

"You could be describing any one of hundreds of skilled warriors, from a dozen classes and races!"

"Take Balant, the northern long sword, he is fast and limber, and his blade never misses a mark."

"Okay but, this quest is very delicate, so I need someone with finesse, and it is of the utmost secrecy, so they must also possess unmatched loyalty."

"What about Gromball, the dwarven hunter? Dwarves have legendary dexterity, and a hunter's loyalty to their party is also the stuff of legends."

"I'm sure he's very legendary, but, I need someone light on their feet, who moves like a ghost in the moonlight. And intuition, they need a natural intuition that no man can possess." Torcrest said, clearing his throat.  

"A gnome, you describe Filtrot the light foot to a tittle! A rogue who can sneak through the Black Barracks, picking every pocket while leaving nary a trace." The guild master stroked his beard and motioned over to a table where several chairs were pulled out. A tiny figure sitting deep in one of the chairs leaned into the light and winked at them.  

Torcrest had to squint to make out its tiny face. It was covered in warts. Ugh! Torcrest recoiled.

"Now listen, I am on a quest to the Cold Reach and I need someone who has limbs as long as tree branches, but also someone who is sensitive and soft.. Er I mean, empathetic. Loyal, and delicate, with large... er, ears to hear approaching footsteps..."

"I've got just the man for you! Jorgen! The barbarian from Thundershore!" The guild master mashed his fist into his palm as his face lit up.

"No, that's all wrong!" Torcrest slammed his fists down on the desk. "I need an elf, I told you! Preferably an archer! Someone with keen senses, and supple skin."

"Well, if you insist, but you're really making a mistake not taking on Joegen of Thundershore. Now let's see..." The guild master flipped through a big book of names. Each name was lettered in an old common tongue script. Torcrest could barely make out a few letters, let alone read it.

"Ah! I have just the man for you, Gilfrie the Leaf. He's from the eastern shores, so you'll have to put up with his thick accent, but he's the finest elven archer in all these lands."

"He? Er... I mean, he seems fine, but perhaps not the finest archer is okay. He's probably huge too," Torcrest held his hand high above his head, "he'll stick out like a sore thumb, so someone a little smaller perhaps?"

"Well, yeah, he's big, a whole head taller than you. What do you expect? He's an elf, that's what you asked for."

"Fair, but.... Uh...   I'd be a fool to accept the first offer, so who else is available?" Torcrest peered into the book.

"Well, I suppose..." The guild master raised an eyebrow, "Wait, you better not be one of those types?"

"Those types? What do you mean?"

"You're not looking for an inexperience female adventurer to take advantage of, are you?" The guild master said, thrusting his finger into Torcrest's face.

"What? No, no, I'd never do such a thing! You have me all wrong! I swear! I'm a man of honor. Ask anyone... I mean anyone from the southern kingdoms! Look, I just need someone more low-key for this quest... "

"Well, okay, then I guess... let's see who is available then... shall we?" The guild master said in a tone which worried Torcrest.

"There are two junior elven archers not in a party at the moment. Jilean the Sure-shot. She has just returned from Pirate's Bay, where she helped defeat the Dread Pirate Daniels and restore peace to the local ocean front, again. I swear, every week it's a new Dread Pirate... anyway, she's available. Over yonder..." The guild master pointed to a table across the hall. There were two elves sitting at a long table amongst a group of adventurers drinking ale. One was holding a large tankard. Her slender back exposed with only a single leather strap wrapping around and holding up her breastplate. Her back was arched in a gentle curve, leading down to two prominent dimples at the base of her spine. Her ass poured out from her tiny waist and filled out her chair. Her long slender legs disappeared under the table. Sitting next to her was a smaller elf, her form hidden somewhere under many layers of cloth and leather armor.

But that first Elf, Torcrest watched as she took a long draw on the tankard, as she leaned her head back, drops of foam and ale ran down her chin and dripped onto her huge exposed cleavage. Her breasts seemed to float in her breastplate. Holy shit! She's gorgeous! Torcrest picked his jaw up off the floor. "And, and the other?" He asked the guild master.

"Um, let's see, what was her name again?" He searched in the book of names, "Ah yes, Bramble of the Briar Wood. No experience of note, she's been unable to finish a quest since she arrived three weeks ago." He said, folding his arms and looking down at Torcrest. "So which will it be? Hmmm?"

Perfect! Torcrest rubbed his hands together as he traced her form up and down with his eyes.

"Well, I should have a chat with them first, right? I'm sure that one of them is just right for my quest!" Torcrest turned and walked across the room.

"Yes, I'm sure you'll choose the right one..." the guild master muttered as Torcrest marched off. He muttered something else under his breath, but the guild master quickly faded from Torcrest's mind, and he set his sights on the voluptuous elf.

"Good evening, my name is Captain Torcrest Wolfheart, and I'm in need of an archer for a quest of the utmost importance and urgency!"

A large, broad-shouldered man with a bow strapped to his back stood up and turned to face Torcrest. "I'm an archer, Tom the Bow, they call me..."

"An ELVEN archer!" Torcrest, rolled his eyes and motioned for the man to sit back down. A look of disappointment washed over the man's face as he sat down.

The smaller of the two elves stood up from her chair, "I am Jilean of the Oak Wood Elves, my arrow always flies true. I've completed 20 quests and earned the rank of champion. I'll be happy to join your party. I'm sure we'll make quick work of your mission!" She said, locking her eyes with his.

Her form was hidden under an oversized padded blue robe, there were patches of leather sewn in over the chest and shoulders. Her arms were very thin, though for an Elf she was probably quite strong. Torcrest rubbed his chin as he eyed her up and down. She stood like a statute, beaming with confidence. Her body was narrow and seemed to disappear into her outfit. Her thick cloth robes hung from her shoulders, like they would a clothesline. Her bosom, appeared to be nonexistent, and her face was plain with small features, her coarse wiry hair pulled back into a tight bun. She wore no jewelry or makeup, and had small, pointy but firm ears that pointed back like a cat ready to pounce. Her eyes were small and beady. She looked like a fierce warrior, but not feminine at all. In fact, Torcrest couldn't even be sure was female. Only her name and her voice betrayed her image. No, this won't do, at all. Torcrest could feel his balls shriveling up into raisins at just the thought of her skinny, naked body.

He turned and looked at the other Elf. She was leaning on the table, with one arm wrapped around her drink. Her hair draped over her face. She blew puffs of air into her golden locks, which seemed to sparkle as they moved gently with her breath. She blew harder and harder, trying to clear the strands from her face, to no avail. How adorable.

"W-what about you?" He motioned to her. She turned her head, her glassy eyes closed, and she stood up. Her legs were especially long for her body, they tapered down to thin ankles. Where he expected to see tiny feet, were two huge paddles. He traced his eyes back up her long legs, they're a bit gangly, but at least they're womanly shaped. She looked as if she might stumble, she placed a large hand on the table to steady herself and looked at him.

Torcrest took in her form, she had thick thighs wrapped in silk, no, it's some kind of chain mail! Torcrest leaned in a bit to get a closer look. Is that mithril? Her chain mail stockings went from her narrow boots up her thick thighs. The stockings were tight, and her thick white flesh protruded slightly over the top of the leggings. She had a leather belt draped across wide hips, a long elvish broadsword hung from the left side, weighting down her belt and exposing her naked hip. She wore a metal bikini bottom made from solid plate steel in the front with a short, very short!, scale mail skirt back. The font was held in place by a thin chain that wrapped around and hung from her hips, connecting to two rings, another beaded chain connected to the bottom and went between her legs connecting to the other chain in the back. The chain bikini straps sunk into her thick creamy flesh. He could see the light of the fire and the round silhouettes of her butt cheeks through her thigh gap, He felt his pulse quicken as he continued to examine her physique.

Her stomach wasn't tight, but she looked in good shape. She had a small tummy, and her elven navel was adorned with a small gold emblem, probably her house emblem? It was a custom of some elves. Torcrest's eyes moved up her long torso. Her hips narrowed into a small waist, and tapered up to her tiny rib cage, which disappeared behind her breastplate. It had two massive metal scoops that held each of her enormous breasts, the top was exposed showing her cleavage, and her breasts undulated like liquid as she swayed back and forth. They looked like two metal tankards of ale with a white, creamy head of foam at the top of each. A thirsty thought flickered through Torcrest's mind.

He could feel his dick surging with lust in his loincloth. He reached down and clasp his hands in front of himself to hide his growing bulge. Let's not get ahead of ourselves now.

"Hic!" she steadied her self on the table as she tried to maintain eye-contact with Torcrest.

Torcrest gulped as his eyes rose up to meet her face. "A-are you a skilled archer t-too?" he swallowed and furrowed his brow, trying to maintain a serious expression.

"Oh suuuuure, I can use a bow. I's 'round here somewheres." she said, flicking a long golden lock of hair from her face. Her face was long, but very soft, her small nose was wide but well-formed, and subtly pointed. She had enormous doe eyes, with bright blue irises. Her cheeks, red from drunkenness, were wide and she had full pink lips. When she spoke, they parted, revealing a slight overbite. She had long droopy ears, even for an elf, they stuck out directly to each side. Each adorned with a single golden earring.

She's kind of dorky, but cute... adorable even, she's perfect!

"Well, I'm in need of an elven archer. I think you might have what it takes!" He said, extending a hand towards the drunken Elf.

"Now, wait a minute! I'm a seasoned veteran," Jilean said, stepping forward.

"More like a dried out piece of meat," Torcrest muttered under is breath.

"What's that?" she said as her brow wrinkled.

"Look, this quest is long, and hard, and you look more like the type who wants a fast and quick quest!" 

"I like long and hard ones, just as much as any other woman!" She insisted.

"Yeah, yeah, sure, anyway I'm sure you'll find another party real soon. Thanks for your introduction, enjoy your evening." Torcrest turned his back to Jilean and put an arm around the drunken elf. "Bramble? Is it? Let's talk somewhere a little more private."

"Fuck you, asshole!" Jilean shouted, making what Torcrest assumed was an obscene elven gesture, but he couldn't be sure. Torcrest and Bramble stumbled across the room to a small, empty table.

"Washsis sabous looooong and harrrrd shings?" Bramble plopped down into the chair and folded her arms. Her eyes drooped and drool was leaking from her full lips down her chin and into her cleavage, "I'm not that kind of Elf, yous should know shas."

She's totally shit-faced and slurring her words! This is gonna be great!

"No! Of course, you're not, sweetie!" Torcrest said.

A wench scurried up to the table, "What'll ya have?" She blurted out.

"A tankard of your finest ale for me, and this one has had way too many already, so perhaps some coffee for her."

"Too many? That's a laugh. She hasn't even finished her first one! I'll bring your house ale, it's shit by the way, and some coffee." 

Torcrest turned his head and watched the wench scurry off. The hell kind of place is this? He turned back to Bramble, who was turning a little green in the face.

"You've only had one ale?"

"I can handle...." she choked back a belch," I can handle.... my ale jush fiiiiiine!" Bramble slumped forward on the table and began moaning, "jush stop the room from spinin', pleeeeease!"

"Oh I'm sure you can, you probably just aren't used to the local ale. I'm sure it's quite strong for an elf." he assured her. "How did you come to be in this town?"

"Ugh... Well, you shee I am an elf."

"Yes, I'm aware."

"It is cus'omary for the firs' born to follow in their father's prosheshun." She raised her head up to look at him. Her golden locks covered half of her face. Torcrest struggled to maintain eye contact, feeling the pull of her massive cleavage sitting on the table below her chin.

"Profession? Ah, okay, that's soooo interesting. What does your father do?"

"He's a war-warrior, 'course." She leaned forward and rested her head on her chest, wrapping her arms around her breastplate, hugging her breasts like a pillow.

"Of course, so you wanted to follow in his...."

The bar wench suddenly appeared and slammed a tray down on the table. "You're ale." she interrupted sharply, as she lifted a tankard off the tray and shoved it into Torcrest's hand, the foamy head spilled over the side onto his fingers.

"Here you go, sweetie," she said, gently placing a mug of coffee next to the peacefully resting Bramble. Bramble's ears perked up like a cat and she gently lifted her face. Her nose twitched as she smelled the coffee before her. She picked up the mug, eyes still shut, and slowly sipped at the dark beverage.

"Enjoy." The wench said, shooting a dirty look at Torcrest, scurrying off. What's her problem?

Torcrest took at the drink of ale, ugh, is this ale or bilge water? He put the tankard down and tried to smile as he swallowed a mouthful of the foul liquid.

"So you became a warrior then?" he coughed.

"Huh?"

"You followed in your father's footsteps? To become a warrior like him?" 

"Oh... no, no, no, I didn't want to be a warrior." She said, eyes still closed.

"So... then, you studied the bow?"

"No, I wanted to be an artist. So I went to the house of artists to become a great elf painter."

"I see, and then after years of studying art, you decided to fulfill your obligation to your father by taking up the sword and bow?" he said.

"No, no, no, after studying for a few weeks it was decided that I had mastered the arts and should leave the house of artists and never pick up the brush again, lest I embarrass all artists of the world."

"Um... I see. That's, um, impressive. So then you became a warrior?"

"No, after that, I decided that I'd become a great elf poet. So I entered the house of letters."

"Oh?"

"That's right. Did you know that to be a good writer, you have to have a lot of sexperience?"

"You mean experience? Oh sure, so what did you write about?"

"Sex mostly."

"Really? H-how many years did you study that?" He gulped.

"Actually, it was only a few months before it was decided that my writing was TOO good, and I had better wait for the rest of society to catch up before I publish any of it.

"I think I'm starting to see a pattern here..."

"Right? It seems that I'm incredibly gifted!" She opened her eyes and looked at Torcrest with the most earnest, sincere look on her face. Her cleavage undulated as she breathed in and out, like it was beckoning to him.

 

"You sure are." He said, trying not to look. "And then you became a warrior?"

"Not quite, you see, next I wanted to see if I could learn the magical arts..."

"Let me guess, you were too good at it, and they decided it would be safer if you left the school of magic and never studied it again?" he sighed.

"No, that's the thing! I sucked at magic, and the mages were really annoying!"

"Really annoying, huh?" Torcrest pictured a bunch of stuffy old elven mages with long beards. Their stone faces showing no emotion. "Yeah, mages can be very stiff sometimes"

"They were very stiff indeed, in fact, they just waned to have sex all the time, but I got really good at enchanting things." A wide smile spread across her face. Her huge teeth spilled out over her bottom lip.

"O-oh! Really?" Torcrest almost fell out of his chair, "They did? All the time? Tell me about that?" Torcrest gulped and took another drink of ale. Ugh! How can anyone drink this shit? He forced it down and leaned in, "I want to hear about that."

"Well, you see, you take an object," she held out her hand as if she was holding something long and hard.

"Go, on." he leaned in.

"And then you inscribe the type of magical attribute you want to confer onto it. Then, if you have the proper ritual elements, you can successfully enchant the item. It's really not that hard." She shook her head from side to side.

"No! The sex, tell me about all the sex, I mean. Those wizards must have been really freaky, right?"

"Huh? No, no, they were a bunch of geeks. They kept trying to convince me that having sex could produce some kind of magical aura, and that could be used to create even greater enchantments."

"Oh, I-I see, what kind of positions would you use for that? I'm curious about that. I know nothing of magic." he said. His cock grew hard in anticipation of the juicy details.

"Well, we tried it all. One-on-one, two-on-one. Anal, everything. Sitting, standing, doggy-style. After months of study, I decided perhaps it wasn't for me."

"A-a-anal, you say?" 

"Yes, the wizards loved anal. They would go at it for hours and hours."

"You must have quite the, er, endurance to take that for so long." He cleared his throat.

"No, no, no, silly. I mean with each other. Sometimes I helped, but I never got comfortable wearing a strap on." she said.

"With, each other? So you never..."

"Never?"

"You know, had sex with the elven wizards?"

"Oh sure, I fucked all of them. But no matter how satisfying it was, it never seemed to produce this intense magical aura they spoke of, no matter how often we tried. I guess I just wasn't cut out for magic."

"Bramble, I don't know how to say this, but perhaps they only told you that because..." he tried to console her.

"Hmm?" she opened her mouth wide, and let out a loud yawn, interrupting him. She sat up straight and stretched her arms out.

"Um, never mind. You know it's a bit late, perhaps we should get a room for the night. We'll begin our journey first thing in the morning."

"But I haven't finished telling how I got here?" She said.

"Okay, I'm sure it's a great story and I want to hear about everything, but why don't I get a room, and then you can tell me up there?" he said.

"So then after that... where was I?"

"The anal wizards," he sighed.

"Right, so after I left the school of magic, my father insisted that I take up the sword."

"I see," he folded his arms, "And then you became a warrior?"

"No, not at first. Did you know that soldiers spend most of their time marching?"

"Yes, that's quite common knowledge, Bramble." He picked up the tankard of ale, and took another drink, ugh, shit I forgot... Then slammed it down and swallowed a mouthful of the bitter water. "I did a bit of soldiering in the southern kingdoms myself, I'll have you know."

"Anyway, so I didn't like that at all. I sought out the best swordsman in all the elf kingdoms and begged him to train me."

"And he said you were so good, you should quit while you were ahead?" 

"No, don't be silly," she laughed, "he agreed to train me, but on one condition."

"Oh? What was that?" He wondered sarcastically.

"He said, to be a true warrior, we had to train in the nude," she blushed, "It sounds silly, but actually I became quite comfortable with it."

"Really! T-tell me more about that."

"Did you know that sword masters don't just train with the sword, but with their body as a weapon?"

"I didn't know that, even though I myself am a swordsman. Perhaps you could show me?"

"Not here," she laughed, "Anyway, it requires a lot of stretching and massaging the body."

"Massaging?" he glanced down at her breasts, "and fondling and kneading too, I bet."

"You are a swordsman! Yes, that's right. Anyway, I wasn't good at it. I just kept getting turned on, and as you know, being a swordsman yourself, sexual energy isn't conducive to swordplay."

"It's not? Oh, right. Sure, so getting turned on is bad?"

"It's real bad, so you have to get rid of that sexual energy right away."

I see where this is going. He looked at Bramble, she was sipping her coffee and beaming with excitement. She's beautiful, and clueless, I feel almost bad for wanting to take advantage of her.

"Of course, and the best way to do that is?"

"Sex, of course!" she smiled, scrunching her nose. Her cheeks glowed red, they were dotted with tiny freckles that shined as they caught the dim fire light.

"Which is great, because I love sex!" she proclaimed loudly, thrusting both hands in the air. Her breasts bobbed up and down, Torcrest followed their movement with his eyes.

"So, so how many years did you study the sword?" He gulped.

"Only a few weeks, then my father found out I left the army. He was real mad at me. Apparently word of my talents had gotten out and people around the kingdom were upset!"

"Sure, I understand, because you are so gifted."

"Of course! They were jealous!" she said.

"Of course. So what did you do?"

"Well, my father insisted that I leave the kingdom and find my fortune in the world of man."

"He banished you?"

"No, no, he said that I was the most impressive warrior he'd ever seen and that it would be a real shame if I didn't seek out my fortune and use my talents to fight evil and bring honor to my people. You know, become a legendary hero."

Here's my chance...

"Of course, that makes perfects sense," He reached out and took Brambles hand. "Don't you see, then? It's fate that brought us together!"

Her large eyes grew even larger, "Oh! Your quest! Tell me about your quest!" 

"I believe the king's life is in danger but, I have only this letter with a cryptic message on it. I've searched far and wide for someone to decipher it. It's my only clue so far. But I'm betting it'll lead us to another clue. If only I could read it." He paused.

"Oh no, you can't read?"

"No, Bramble, I can read, but it's in Elvish." he sighed, pulling the letter out of his shirt pocket. He slid his chair closer to hers, and leaned to the side, handing her the letter, scanning the room to see if anyone was watching. They weren't.

"Elvish? Torcrest, I'm an elf!" she said excitedly.

"Now that you mention it, you are, aren't you?"

She took the letter in her hand, "It's wizard parchment!"

"Your time with the anal, er I mean, elven wizards was well spent..." He muttered.

"Uh huh, See, you can tell because of the unique blue fibers and tiny flecks of gold." She beamed. She arched her back as she sat up holding the letter in front of her face. Her massive chest jutted forward. Her breasts sloshed to and fro. Torcrest licked his lips.

"I'm betting it was crafted by a blue wizard, probably of the Cold Reach!" she said.

"It says, from the Blue Wizard of the Cold Reach, right on the front." Torcrest sighed.

"Of course, as an elf, with keen senses, that was also obvious to me."

"In Common tongue." he sighed again.

"Right, because I've studied the common tongue of man since I was a small child" she said.

"The message though..." he sighed. He put his arm around her and placed his hand on her shoulder. She batted it away and turned towards him.

"Yes, the message. What could it all mean? Why make a letter from wizard's parchment, and then write your return address on it, unless?"

"Unless?" Torcrest raised an eyebrow as he leaned in closer to her.

"They want us to write them back!"

"Open the letter, Bramble." he put his face in his palm.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to look inside." She unfolded the parchment and gazed at the writing inside."

"This isn't Elvish." She scrunched her upper lip up in disgust, revealing her huge teeth.

"What? Sure it is, I'd recognize Elvish script anywhere."

"I'm literally an elf," she gestured to herself, "it's not Elvish. It's some kind of... demonic script. Oh my goddess, and I just read it..." Bramble's jaw dropped. She dropped the letter on the table and sat back with a look of horror on her face, "I might have just cursed us."

"It's upside down," he turned the letter around and showed it to her. Putting his arm around her again. She smacked his hand away again.

"Oh, it is Elvish. That was close!"

Torcrest sighed. "Then you can read it?"

"Of course, being an elf, I've studied many different dialects. I can read most modern forms of Elvish and a lot of the ancient ones too. Did you know that the first elves didn't have written language to write down their history?"

"No, actually, I never thought about that before."

"Yup, all oral. And then before the invention of elvish script, they used Dwarven rune-script!" She said excitedly.

"Really, I wouldn't have guessed. Aren't elves way older than dwarves?" He pondered.

"I dunno, but here's the best part! Not all elves did! Some kept the oral tradition for almost another one thousand years!" she beamed.

"That's so interesting." He sighed.

"Isn't it? Then, during the elf wars," she continued, "suddenly there were twenty different elvish scripts. Most of them were based off the same original ancient elvish though and not that interesting. But this one script..."

"That's really fascinating, Bramble, how about this script in this letter though?" he interrupted.

"Oh, this isn't ancient Elvish, it looks like a pidgin of Common and Elvish writing using a fairly modern elvish script, but it doesn't make any sense." She said dismissively, "But there was one really interesting script, created by fallen elves, the dark elves, nobody could read it!" Bramble's eyes were like saucers.

"It doesn't make sense? What do you mean? What does it say?"

"I don't know, nobody does!" her eyes grew wider.

"The letter, Bramble, what does the letter say?" he sighed again.

"Oh, right, it says:

To the king, your days have come.

The dark one awakens, time undone.

The debt, you must repay.

The blood, you must betray."

She folded the letter and handed it back to Torcrest, her eyes narrow with disappointment.

"It's someone's terrible poetry. I'm so sorry you wasted all this time..." she said with a frown.

"No! Don't you see, I was right! It is a threat!"

"Your days have come? What does that even mean?" She laughed with a snort, "and time undone, you can't undo time." She dropped her jaw and shook her head.

"It means that the time is up, and someone, or something, is coming." He insisted, "Look the debt you must repay, clearly it's referencing some kind of past deal the king made. Or someone close to the king. I bet the blood you must repay is... BY THE GODS!"

"Yes!" She clapped her hands in front of her face, the loud POP! Startled Torcrest. "It's even bad by elf standards, and we have some really terrible poetry. Trust me, I studied it. Which is odd if you think about it. Those poets spend hundreds of years reading books and sitting and writing their feelings and their thoughts. Literally hundreds of years, and this is the kind of crap you get. I'll never understand it."

"No, ugh, listen. Blood means his firstborn, or second, or whatever. I don't know how many kids the king has, but that's obviously what it means!" 

"I mean, your days have come? Dark one awakens? It's clearly describing sexual awakening, or getting a boner. One of the two." She snorted in his ear.

"No, listen!" He wiped spittle from his ear, "This was meant for the king, as some kind of warning or threat!" he insisted.

"Sure, I guess." She folded her arms, "But put a little more effort into it like why not:

There once was a king from Janus

Whose cock couldn't reach his own anus

He made a dark deal, to make his length real

And his queen's tears turned to cries of OH YES!

And then something something kill your firstborn..."

Ugh... now that was terrible. "Can you be serious for a minute?" he interrupted her.  

"It's just lame, that's all. Clearly an amateur wrote it, can't be much of a wizard. Or you think you could do better?" She leaned in, exposing her cleavage.

"What? Me? Er.. I mean sure, but..."

"Well?" she said expectantly.

"Well, how about something like:

My plans foiled by a fare elf maiden, her bosom bountiful, her hips blessed

Her smile, like the moonlight, put my heart to the test.

Ugh, no that's... what the hell am I doing? Anyway..."

"Did you just come up with that?!" Bramble interrupted, she pressed herself against his shoulder and grabbed both of his hands. "That was incredible, do more, do more!" She let go of his hand and rested her hand on his leg as she leaned closer, he felt his heart leap into his throat as her fingers pressed into his thigh.

"Uh, okay... The elf maiden kissed me, and uh... cupid's arrow missed me, er, my heart..."

"Go on! Go on!" she leaned in, almost pushing him out of his chair. He felt an intense pressure in his crotch as his manhood struggled to break free from his loin cloth.

"It did hit my cock though, I mean, er and... my manhood... You know, why don't we get that room for the night. I can regale you with more poetry up there in a more comfortable setting?"

"You know...?" She said, lowering her head and looking up at him with a sly smile, "I am kind of horny right now."

"Wench, can I pay for these drinks?" Torcrest waved at the passing bar wench.

"Eh? Oh sure, a coffee and TWO ales, that'll be 11 copper."

Bramble leaned back in her chair and ran her hands through her hair. She shook her head and gathered her hair into a tight ponytail. "You know, I always get turned on when I drink. And your filthy poetry is making me even hotter."

"Sure, sure, sure, 11 copper." Torcrest pulled a coin pouch off his belt and dug through it, "Wait, two ales? We only ordered the one." he turned to look at the wench.

"Yer that kind of man, then? I assumed you'd also be paying for the lady's other drink too?" She put her hands on her hips.  

"Fine. 11 copper, 11 copper." He counted the coins out on the table. "Wait, 11 copper for 3 drinks? Isn't that a little steep? I don't think I've paid more than a single copper for a drink since I got to Janus. And, I've had better ale than this."

"You aren't some kind of cheapskate, are you?" She said, scowling at him.

"Cheap?"

"I'm not gonna have to call the guild master over, am I?" the wench glared at him.

"Hurry up, I want to go upstairs and get out this armor." Bramble said with pouty lips as she squirmed in her chair.

"No, no, that won't be necessary." He counted the coins out on the table and then lept up from the chair. He grabbed Bramble by the hand and tugged at her arm, pulling her to her feet.

They headed up to the lodging area and paid for a room for the night. Torcrest could barely think straight. I can't believe it was that easy. I can't wait to burry myself deep in those thighs!

Part 2

"I don't want you to think that I'm a elf slut or anything!" she said as she took off her belt and sword and hung it up on a hook on the wall.  

"No, no, I would never presume." Torcrest said, he slipped off his boots and pants and practically tore off his shirt off. His sword fell to the ground on top of the pile of his clothes.

"Just because I'm not shy with my body, doesn't mean I'm easy." She insisted.

"No, no, you are not easy," he assured her.

"I'm not dumb either, you know," she said, slipping off her boots. Her feet were huge, almost as big as Torcrest's feet. She wriggled her toes at him, and Torcrest felt a twinge in his loins.

"I don't think you're dumb, Bramble," he said, taking a step towards her.

"You're naked already?" 

"I'm a man of action, sweetie!" he held his manhood in his hands and walked towards her.

She sat on the bed and reached back to undo her top. The breastplate fell gently into her lap. She wrapped her arms around her chest and turned away from Torcrest.

"I thought you weren't shy?!" He said as he stood before her, his manhood beckoning.

"Have you ever heard of bale root?" She turned her head back towards Torcrest. Her eyes were wide with wonder. She had a look as if she just awoke from a nap.

He reached out a hand and touched her on the shoulder, but she smacked his hand away and lept up from the bed.

"I think I might still have some, in my bag somewhere..." She began frantically searching through her belongings. As she bent over before him, his gaze settled on her round ass.

"Uh, bile root?" Torcrest reached out both hands towards her bottom as it swayed back and forth.

"Bale root, it's an aphrodisiac, silly." she said as she bent down on all fours and continued digging through her bag. Her ass was perfectly heart-shaped. His erect dick throbbed with hunger...

"Bramble, we don't need an aphrodisiac. Just the two of us, poetry, and the candlelight." 

"No, it'll be great!" She interrupted, "It not only heightens sexual pleasure, but it'll keep you hard all night long and cumming till morning!"

"Well, I guess if you have some, fuck it. Let's do it! Give me the gale root!"

"BALE root," she slumped down on her firm ass, her legs bent and splayed out to either side of her. She looked back over her shoulder. "And I'm all out." She frowned and dropped her shoulders. Her huge elven ears drooped even more than usual. Her eyes started to water.

"Well, we don't need any aphrodisiac... I've got more poetry for you. There was a bloke from southern port...."

"But now I've got a taste for it," she whined, her face suddenly lit up, "Hey! You can go get some. I'm sure the apothecary is still open!"

"I'm already naked though, we'll get some next time." He walked over and began stroking himself.

Bramble lept up, like a cat, and landed on her feet in a single motion. She steadied herself with one arm stretched out, the other hugging her breasts tightly to her chest, robbing Torcrest of a clear view. Her movements made almost no sound at all, it was actually impressive. She scooped his clothes up from the floor with her free arm.

"Here, just put this on real fast, and run across the street to the apothecary!" She shoved his shirt and pants into his hands. "I'll freshen up and get warmed up for when you come back, but hurry up, okay?"

"Uh... just across the street, huh?" Torcrest gazed out the window. There was a sign with a potion bottle on it hanging above a storefront with all manner of jars and glass containers in the windows. "It'll keep us going all night?"

"Yeah, it's great! You'll love it!"

"Cumming till morning, huh? Alright, why not, it shouldn't take more than a minute or two."

He slipped his clothes on and held his waistband up with one hand and opened the door to the room with the other. He looked back, Bramble was sitting on the bed, she leaned her head back, and reached back to untie her ponytail. She ran her fingers through her hair and shook her head gently. Torcrest got a full view of her naked natural breasts. By the gods... they're huge! They were like two swollen blood melons, fat and round. They sagged down on her delicate torso, but tapered to a soft point as they jutted forward. Her areola were puffy and the same pink color as her lips, with thick, soft nipples. Torcrest felt a jolt of energy rush through his body, as if a spell had been cast on him.

 

"Don't start without me! I'll be right back!" He said, closing the door, and charging down the hallway towards the stairs, Bramble's naked chest burned into his memory.

"I can't promise anything," her soft voice seeped through the door. "But I want to hear more of that poetry when you get back!"

Torcrest pulled his waistband tight and cinched the fabric into a knot. Then he ran down the stairs barefoot and into the guild hall. There were even more people than before, and they were shouting and laughing, and a group of musicians were playing a delightful song. Two Orcs were dancing, and a crowd had encircled them. The crowd clapped with the rhythm of the beat.  

Well, nobody will notice me slipping through here barefoot and with my clothes in disarray, at least.  

He slipped out the front entrance and ran down the street to the apothecary. As he stopped to open the door, he turned and looked up at the window from the inn. He could see a soft candlelight and Bramble's shadow dancing across the ceiling as she moved about.

Halfway there. He thrust the door open and charged into the small shop. "Bale root, I need some bale root!" he blurted out. Suddenly, the knot in his waist came undone, and his pants began to fall. He grabbed the waistband and pulled them up.

"Young man?" An old man behind the counter was adjusting his spectacles and examining Torcrest's appearance. "Are you okay?"

"I'm in a hurry, please."

"Fell root... you say?" Now what do you need that for, my boy?

"No, no, gale root, or was it bell root? It's one of those, I'm sure."

"Ah, that's good because I'm all out of fell root, nasty stuff. So which is it? Gale root or bell root?" He said, turning around and searching through some dusty bottles and jars.

"Uh, whichever one is good for sex, I mean like makes you last a long time." 

"Well now, both gale root and bell root have their uses. You see, gale root makes the body retain water, which keeps you hydrated. So you can keep your fluids flowing, if you know what I mean?" He smiled a toothless smile at Torcrest.  

"I see, well I guess that's the one I want? Er, how much?"

"Are you sure? Bell root has its uses too." He stopped talking abruptly and stared at Torcrest.

"Well? What does bell root do then?"

"Let's see, bell root is good for many things. Clears up your sinuses, good for a hang over too. Although, now that think about it, you wanted it for... what was it again?"

"Uh, listen... uh, what's your name?"

"Clarence, but people have always called me..."

"Listen, Clarence," Torcrest interrupted, "I've got the most beautiful elf maiden in my room, waiting for me to get back. She's hot and ready to go, if you know what I mean. But she wants bell root or gale root, one of those two, I think."

"An Elf? And, she's got a fever, you say? Well now, bell root is good for that too..."

"No! Sex, I want it for sex!" He shouted.

"There is no need to shout, young man, I can hear you perfectly fine."

Torcrest was growing frustrated, just thinking about Bramble naked in that bed waiting for him was driving him crazy.

"I'm sorry, anyway, which one is best for sex then, please, Clarence, think!"

"Well, let me see. Bell root dries up the sinuses, so definitely not bell root. You need your mucus flowing, thrust me, hahaha!" he laughed.

"Okay, then it's the other one, gale root? How much?" He thrust his hands into his pockets, oh shit, my coin bag! The only thing in his pockets were 3 copper coins and a button.

"Well, gale root isn't really recommended for sex. Although I suppose..."

"Alright, well... what do you suggest then?"

"Let me see," he thought for a moment, then as if a light appeared above his head, his eyes grew wide, "Bale root, and bile root are both good for such a purpose."

"Um, I'm pretty sure it's one of those two." Torcrest thought hard, which was it?"

"Bale root, it's an aphrodisiac, silly" he pictured Bramble batting her eyelashes as she laughed at him.

"Bile root, it's an aphrodisiac, silly!" it's no use, she could have said either one, dammit!

"Well, which one would you recommend?" he asked Clarence.

"Well now, an elf you say?" He pondered for a moment, "Bile root makes you very happy, and your skin tingly. So I suppose that would be great if you had a nice elf lady to share it with."

"So it's bile root then? Okay, how much can I buy for 3 coppers?" he placed the coins in front of the old man.

"3 whole coppers? Well, that's more than enough for one piece of bile root, for sure, but are you sure it's not bale root you need?"

"By the gods, why don't you give me some of both?"

"Alright, came down. I can do both," Clarence said, he searched around on his shelves for a few moments, then came back with a dusty old jar. It was filled with a dried yellow root. He picked a small piece out with his bony fingers and placed it in a wax paper bag. Then he reached under the counter and pulled out a small ceramic pot. He removed the top and pulled a small, dried worm, or snake tail? Torcrest wasn't sure. And placed it in another bag. "That'll be 3 coppers, then"

"Great!" Torcrest snatched up both bags and turned towards the door.

"Don't you want to hear about the effects of bale root?" 

Come to think of it, which is which? I suppose Bramble will know anyway. He turned and waved at the old man. "No time, I'm sure it'll be fine. Thanks a lot!" He hurried out the door and back to the guild hall. As he turned the corner, he saw a group of knights harassing a man in front of the guild hall, and stopped in his tracks. The man was wearing an undershirt, and tattered pants. He was barefoot and disheveled.

"Vagrancy is crime in Janus." one of them shouted at the man.

"Arrest him!" Another shouted. The knights grabbed him and bound his hands and feet.  

Torcrest looked down at his clothes. His shirt was untucked, and he was holding up his pants with his hand, and he was barefoot like the hobo.

Shit! He lept back around the corner. I'll never get past them. He looked around and saw a few barrels filled with trash at the side of the building. Then he looked up at the window. He could see the flicker of candlelight. It'll have to do.

He grabbed the barrels and lined them up under the window. Then he climbed up on top of them. He reached up to grab the windowsill, but it was too high.

Just then, one of the barrels shifted and he fell to the street below. As he picked himself up, he saw the reason for his fall. A large, fat, gray alley cat had lept up into the trash barrel and was digging around for bits of food.

"Out of the way, fur ball, I need this barrel for a moment." Torcrest, picked up the cat and turned to toss it onto the street. It looked up at him with eyes filled with fire and began howling. Curse the gods!  He threw the cat several feet away, it was a good throw despite the cat's weight. The cat landed on its feet and arched it's back, hissing at him.

"Sorry buddy, you can have this when I'm done..." he started to climb up the barrels when he heard a rustling and scurrying sound approaching him. It was the cat, and it was pissed.

"Get away from me, you foul feline!" he shouted as he kicked at the cat, it deftly avoided his kicks and lept at his face, scratching him across the nose. It landed on his legs and dug its claws in. "Curse the gods!" Torcrest shouted in pain.

Bramble, who was laying naked in the bed gently snoring, awoke when she heard his cry.  

"Torcrest?" She rubbed her hands over her belly and up to her breasts, gently squeezing them together. "Hurry up, I need your rough man-hands all over me. Torcrest?" She sat up in the bed and looked around the room. She opened her keen elven eyes and scanned the room. A gentle flicker of the candlelight filled the empty room.

"Torcrest?" she called out again. She rubbed her thighs together and hugged both her breasts, gently kissing each one. "Mmmm, hurry, I'm waiting!"

Torcrest fought with the cat to free it from his pants, but the cat's claws snagged in the fabric and wouldn't let go.  

"Huh? Someone called to me?" He stopped for a moment, the cat howled at him and pulled at his pants, desperately trying to free itself.

"Bramble?" He shouted.

Her ears perked up, and she looked around the room. "Is this some kind of game?" She said slyly.

She looked around the room, "Are you hiding somewhere? Watching me?" She shook her naked breasts at the empty room. "Well, I Hope you like what you see. I guess you want me to give you a little show?"

She spread her legs and slid her hand down between her legs and gently rubbed her moist sweetness. She moaned as she lay back onto the bed. Something on the bed scratched her skin, and she stopped for a moment and reached back underneath herself. She felt something dry and scratchy, like a twig. She pulled it out and looked at it. It was a shriveled and dried up snake tale.

"My bale root!" She said with delight. She put it in her mouth and sat up. She sucked on it, and began gnawing on it with her teeth.

The room started to change from a reddish hue, to a light blue, and her face started to feel warm. Her skin tingled and her breathing deepened. She felt her areolas tighten as her nipples became hard. There was a sudden feeling of expansion in her groin. She reached down and gently stroked her pussy, its lips were moist like a flower's petals in the morning dew. Her fingers brushed against her rosebud, red and engorged. She shuttered as she felt a wave of electricity tingle through her body.

"Oh, Torcrest, come out, I want to feel you inside me!" she moaned. She slipped a finger into her wet pussy, and then another. It clenched tight at first as a wave a pleasure erupted from the intrusion. As it subsided, she curled them up slightly and made a gentle come hither motion as she rubbed her ruby red clit with her thumb. Another wave of ecstasy surged outward from her groin, "Don't make me wait, it's torture!" she moaned.

With her other hand, she pinched a nipple and tugged at her breast. She closed her eyes and blue light began to sparkle in her mind. She worked her fingers faster and faster, and wave after wave of pleasure poured over her. "Oh, Torcrest! I'm so horny, I can't control myself!" she shouted.

"Bramble?! Help me!" 

"Torcrest, I'm coming!" she moaned. Her body convulsed and shook as the orgasm overtook her. She paused for a moment and exhaled slowly. The bitter licorice taste of the bale root lingered on her tongue. She continued chewing it. She could feel all the energy from her orgasm circling the room. Sparkles of light floated around her. They pulsed and then fell back into her body. She rolled over and pressed her massive, swollen breasts against the bed and stuck her ass up into the air. She was drunk with lust. She thrust her fingers back into her wet pussy, thrusting deeper and deeper inside herself, harder and harder.

"Bramble, I need you!" his voiced boomed in her sensitive elf ears. The sound of his deep voice made her shutter with ecstasy, and she felt her loins swell.

"By the Goddess!" she moaned as she thrust her fingers in and out. The sound of her wet fingers sliding in and out made her cheeks blush a deep red with embarrassment, as she imagined Torcrest watching her. She felt the warm flush extend across her face to her ears. They tingled with hot excitement, the feeling was unbearable. She caressed them with her fingers. "Toooorcrest!" she moaned.

"Bramble, can you hear me?" 

"Stop teasing me!" She moaned as she finger-fucked herself harder and harder. She rolled on her side and looked around the room, her eyes heavy with desire. She took her a breast in her hand and pulled it up to her mouth, guiding the nipple into her soft, full lips. She teased it with her tongue, gliding its rough surface over the erect pink flesh. She felt her stomach tighten as a gentle wave of ecstasy swept over her.

"Oh, Torcrest, I'm coming again!'

"Please, Bramble! I need you!" He shouted.

"Yes! Yes! Say it again!" She shouted, she let go of her breast and arched her back, her body convulsed as she came again and again. Her wet pussy, sloppy with elvish nectar, squeezed her fingers hard and then released over and over. She thrusted her fingers in and out with the rhythm of the contractions. "By the light of Goddess!" She moaned loudly. Every muscle in her body clenched tight, and then released as she drowned in an ocean of sexual ecstasy. Her body crashed against the sheets, she rolled on to her side again. And fell silent into a peaceful slumber.

"Bramble?" Torcrest struggled with the cat, it was now frantically trying to free itself and hissing and growling, flinging saliva and piss all over him.  

"Let, go, you furry demon! Curses, I wanted pussy, but this is not what I had in mind." he looked up at the windowsill. "Fuck it," he lept up and managed to grab it by two fingers, but the cat's weight on his pants yanked them off his body. It landed on the ground, and began scratching and biting at his now empty pants.

He looked down for a moment, his manhood dangling in the breeze, "And now to claim my prize."

Torcrest got his other hand on the windowsill and pulled himself up. The room was dark, he could see a figure lying on the bed with its back to the window. It's body glistening with sweat. It's naked body, Bramble's naked, sweaty, body!

"Bramble!" He groaned, his hands started to slip. The figure sat up.

"Torcrest?" Bramble turned and looked at the window, "There you are! You naughty little..." 

Just then he lost his grip and fell, crashing into the trash barrels, and cat below.

"You were outside watching me this whole time? How naughty!" 

Torcrest looked up and saw Bramble's flush face poking out of the now open window. Her golden locks spilled out into the night air. Her skin was moist from sweat and her face was flush and glowing.

"Bramble..." But as he spoke, he felt something under him tearing at his backside. That damned cat!

He turned around and grabbed the cat, who was now free from his pants, and scratching and biting at any part of him it could reach.  

"Torcrest! Where are your pants? And what are you doing to that poor cat?"

"What? No, I was just," The cat bit into Torcrest's thumb, "AH! You evil little!" He raised a fist to strike it.

"Torcrest! Don't you dare hurt that poor little kitty! It's sooo cute!" Bramble purred.

"No, of course not! I'm trying to save it!" He shouted up at Bramble. She was leaning on her arms and her entire torso was extended out of the window. Her breasts hanging out in the moonlight.

Torcrest managed to wrap the cat in his pants and with a firm grip on it, he contained its claws just long enough to look up and catch sight of Bramble's naked visage. "The Gods... are... real." he muttered as he suddenly became aware of his lack of clothing below the waist. His dick stood erect and pointed up at Bramble. "And they have blessed me!"

"Oh my, Torcrest! Your human cock is swollen!" she covered her mouth with a hand and sunk back into the room. "Why don't you come up here, I've got a cat that needs saving too!" She giggled. The moonlight outside sparkled, and sight of Torcrest's erect cock filled her with a surge of sexual energy. She fell back into the room on her back and began moaning loudly, unable to control her hands as they explored every crevice of her body.

The cat freed itself from Torcrest's pants and lept at him, it dug its claws into his chest and slide down under its weight to his waist, leaving long scratches. Blood beaded out and ran down his chest. The cat felt Torcrest's manhood against it's tail, and the sudden recognition was too much for the cat to take, its face changed from rage to shock and fear. It dug its claws into his belly and tried to leap way from him.

"Curse you stupid cat, you'll scratch the only thing of real value I have," He grabbed the cat and pulled it way from him. The cat swung its legs out in every direction, swiping with its claws. "Oh no! No, damn you!" Torcrest held the cat up above his head. He could hear Bramble's moans coming from the window.

"Hey, you there!" A voice boomed from down the street, "What are you doing with that cat!" It was one of the knights from before.

"Me?" Torcrest cried.  

"He's naked!" Another knight came out of the darkness.

"The cat pulled my pants off, I..."

"The cat? Pulled your pants off?" One of the knights said incredulously as they approached him.

"H-he's g-got an e-erection!" The other knight shouted, pointing at Torcrest's cock.

"Uh... no, wait, it's not what you think, it really isn't..." Torcrest pleaded. He dropped the cat, and it scurried off into the darkness.

"He was trying to fuck that cat!"

"What!? No!"

Bramble's moans could still be heard from the window above.

"Mother's mercy, someone is getting lucky up there, haha!" One of the knights jabbed the other with his elbow. A third knight, then a fourth, slowly walked out of the shadows.

"This guy was trying to fuck a cat?" One of them said.

"Yeah, he musta heard that lovebird up there and couldn't control himself, fucking sicko."

"No, no, no, that's MY lovebird up there, I was just..."

"You were just what? Trying to climb in the window, when the cat just attacked you for no reason?" the knight folded his arms.

"YES! That's exactly what happened!"

"Here's his pants," A knight picked up the pants and handed them to the knight who seemed to be in charge, the small wax paper bags fell out of the pockets. "What's this now?"

"Wait, I can explain, hold on a second. Bramble! Come to the window!" he shouted up to the window.

"Oh, I'm coming... I'm coming again..." Bramble's soft voice floated down to them.

"This is bale root," the knights looked at each other, "Arrest him." 

The leader pointed at the other knights and motioned to Torcrest.

"Wait! It's not mine, I mean it is mine, but it's not for me!"

"Sure, you were just holding it for someone else?" They grabbed his arms and shackled him, he fell face down into the street. He thrusted his butt into the air, trying to get up, but he couldn't lift his torso with his hands shackled behind his back.

"Bale root isn't illegal..." Torcrest struggled.

"It's not the bale root, you sick fuck, you were gonna feed it to that poor cat, weren't you? How pathetic," the knights began laughing at him.

"Probably shacked up with a cat-woman once, and can't get her out of his head." Another laughed.

Torcrest rolled onto his side and looked up at the window. He could see blue light flashing and tiny wisps of white sparkling light coming from the window. Before he could make sense of what he was seeing, two of the knights picked him up by the arms and began dragging him down the street.

END Chapter 01 Part 2

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