Burning to know what the warden had planned, I remained seated, tearing my eyes from her pussy to stare up at her. Standing between my parted legs, she was inches from my chair, still watching me with that odd expression filled with tender, yet ravenous lust. The way she looked at me caused that fascinating, stark contrast of her black hair and eyes against her paper-white skin to be more striking than ever before. Then without a word, she took a small step back before sliding her meal out of the way to crawl atop the dining room table, giving me an incredible view of that sculpted ass of hers as she did. On all fours, she rotated until she faced me. Her smile widened at me as she stared into my eyes. My plate and cup scraped across the surface of the table as she reached out and pushed them to the side. A chuckle resonating with dirty promise sounded from her at my wide, fixated eyes. She lowered herself, shifting her body so that she lay on her back atop the wooden surface,
Atop the dining table, the warden continued to rub her clit with one hand while groping one of her tits in the other. The warm light of the sun shard hanging from the ceiling like a chandelier perfectly lit her flawless, snowy body as it cast soft shadows which accentuated every one of her elegant curves. Her head still hung off of the side of the table where my food had been, causing her face to appear upside down as she stared at me through dark eyes which brimmed with expectant horniness. Still catching her breath from the past minute I’d spent pumping into her throat with my cock, she gave me an open-mouthed smile. The spit running up her cheeks and all around her lips made her grin millions of times more lewd. “Keep going…” she reiterated, the words as much an invitation as a request. Covered in her saliva, my cock twitched eagerly at the prospect of giving her what she asked for. If she wants more… I’ll give her more… But first… Her eyes went to my manhood as I masturb
It’d been nine days since the warden had done the upside down deepthroat thing on the dinner table, and since then I’d made good strides towards being accepted into Chromaryn Academy. My spirit had grown… I’d imbued my phone with more spirit… I’d stockpiled bullets… But most importantly, I’d learned more about how to use the alchemy stylus, which has let me step-up my training with the warden by making bullets that’d transform into glowing water upon hitting something. Nearing its peak, the sun flooded the grasslands in warm light. The warden and I faced each other with about thirty feet between us. Having discarded her coat nearby, she wore only her all black training attire of sports bra, tight wrist-length gloves, well-fitted pants that were still loose enough to allow for ease of motion, and rugged boots. Stones orbited her as she lazily flipped a wooden breacher replica end over end in her hand, catching by the hilt each time. Since the delivery of supplies from Platys,
When the warden and I returned to Stone Lock, she had immediately disappeared up the stairs to go change before returning in a white button-up shirt tucked into a long, dark gray skirt that came down to her ankles. It gave her a more modest look, and for some reason it kind of turned me on. “Looks good,” I said, leaning against the backrest of the lounge’s couch as she descended down the stairs. “Thank you,” she replied through a smile as she came up to me. “So, are you ready to tell me more about our shopping expedition?” I said, letting my excitement drown out the annoyance I’d felt at her refusing to elaborate in the grasslands. “Yes, but first…” Her grin turned upside down into a frown as her dark eyes moved to my chest. “We need to speak of that.” I followed her gaze, finding that she was looking at the patch stitched into my uniform. It featured the symbol of a white eye over a black background and was what identified me as an outworlder. “What about it? It's just to show
“No… really?” I said with exaggerated sarcasm at hearing I couldn’t bring my gun with me to go shopping for adventuring supplies. She bumped her hip playfully against me before leaning against the backrest of the lounge’s couch next to me. “Indeed,” she giggled before her tone took on a teasing quality as well, “and I hope I don’t need to tell you to keep your hands to yourself while we’re away from Stone Lock. While it is unlikely for you to be discovered as an outworlder, drawing unnecessary attention would still be unwise.” “Uh-huh…” My mouth curved up into a wide grin as an idea formed at her words. “So, since we’re trying to avoid too much attention, we should probably decide on a cover relationship in case someone asks. It’d be awfully suspicious if we had to scramble to make something up on the spot.” “Do you truly believe a random stranger would ask such a thing…?” “You never know… better safe than sorry, right?” “I suppose so,” she said with a ring of amusement in her
A salty breeze filled my nose as the warden and I stepped out of the portal which closed behind us seconds later. We stood on a slab of stone about fifteen feet in width and length. It had a ring of runes etched into it and a juncture anchor rising from the center, both identical to the far passage in Stone Lock. However, unlike the far passage in Stone Lock, this one wasn’t inside a windowless stone room, but instead beneath a wooden pavilion situated on a large pier extending out into the ocean from a beachside city made of smooth white stone. All along the edges of the pier were more far passages with people of all shapes and sizes entering and exiting portals, and I couldn’t stop myself from staring slack jawed at them. A huge guy in a tight blue tunic and trousers with pale green skin walked by, talking animatedly with what looked to be a man with metallic skin and plated armor covering their body. An orc and mechanis…? I think. As I watched them, my eyes caught on a tall,
The inside of Jerethal’s Leatherworks had a surprisingly warm atmosphere with its worn hardwood flooring, racks displaying various styles of leather armor, and pleasant lighting shining from a few sun shards embedded in the ceiling. A tall, lean human who I assumed to be the owner of the shop hunched over a sturdy-looking wood counter at the far end of the store. He muttered darkly as he scribbled something in a ledger, but with the chime of the bell above the door as I pushed it open, his sharp green eyes flicked towards the warden and I as we stepped inside. “Welcome,” he grumbled through a scowl before returning his focus to his battle with the ledger. “Feel free to look about…” Not seeming to be put off in the slightest by the disgruntled man’s poor salesmanship, the warden strode up to the counter. She beamed at him and gestured to me as I arrived beside her. “This one requires a full set of lightweight armor preferably made from dune stalker hide and runed to bolster its re
Over the next few minutes, the shopkeeper disappeared three times through the door behind his counter, returning each time with a different set of leather armor and setting their chest piece atop the counter. All three were made from the same smokey gray hide and lightweight style. “These three were the only ones I had on hand that’d fit someone your size,” the shopkeeper said, eyeing me up and down from across the counter. “Well, maybe with some minor adjustments.” Then, seeming to lose interest in me, his attention moved to the warden. “Now, each of these has a different rune etched in the lining to keep out of sight from prying eyes…” He then thumped the armor one after another as he continued. “This one’s got a Spearward rune. This one a Breezewalker rune. And this one a Spiritwell rune.” “We’ll take the one with the Spearward rune,” the warden said as soon as the shopkeeper finished speaking. He nodded knowingly, seeming to have guessed which one she’d pick. “A practical dec