Huffing out an annoyed sigh, I enter the smithy. The hot bread is still whole as I toss it over the table where Aslan and I usually eat together. A small note comes flying out of the paper wrapper and lands in front of me.Resembling the handwriting of a toddler, it reads: “Meet me in three days' time at the haunted mill beyond the graveyard. Don’t eat. I’m bringing dinner.”A baker doesn’t have time to exercise writing and calligraphy. I’m amazed she can write, but I guess it’s important for her to be able to read recipes. Moving my fingers over the note, I frown, remembering I acted like a fool in front of her. When faced with her presence, I was unlike my usual self and acted like a shy boy instead. Wrenn’s memories and feelings might impact me more than I think.When I tried to say something, my words failed me. Wrenn has had a huge crush on this baker for a long time, but never had the courage to ask her out. His jitters seem to pass onto me. She’d given me the bread, and I nod
Darkness has settled as I scour cave after cave. Night or day, it makes no difference here in the gloomy depths of the earth, through stony passages and narrow, twisting tunnels. The only light comes from the candle lamp I’ve brought.As I place the lamp next to an obsidian deposit, I’m happy with my choice in lighting. Torches are very useful in the darkness, but it’s hard to use a pickaxe while holding one of the damn things.I strike the obsidian vein, the pickaxe ringing through the caverns and echoing off the walls. Every swing sends a shock wave throughout my body. However, I remain steadfast and unyielding, committed and intent. I continue to chip away at the obsidian until I have a sizable chunk of the precious ore. With my prize in hand, I grin with satisfaction. My job is half done.After shoving the obsidian into the giant leather backpack, I pull out and enjoy a small snack Aslan prepared for me. As I lean down to pick up my lamp to get ready to leave, I see something c
Everyone turns to me, the men’s faces a bit hilarious as they struggle to see me through the dark. If I weren't so petrified of what is looming ahead, I could laugh.When they reach into my hiding spot to drag me out, I scream internally as I pointlessly struggle to break free from their grip. System, where the fuck are you? I need you now! Stop the radio silence bullshit!They take my trusty pickaxe and throw it away near the entrance to the cave. Still holding tight the backpack containing my precious materials, I’m huddled between the three thugs as they easily get me to kneel in front of their boss lady. She crosses her legs and looks down at me, mindlessly playing with a pair of daggers. Her fingers move deftly as if she has been well-trained in the art of combat. She expertly wields the two blades in a deadly dance, grace and beauty to the way the daggers shift in the air as if they are an extension of her body. I hold her gaze for a second before my eyes— totally ignoring t
Choosing daggers to fight against swords might not be the wisest choice, but Bree’s speed and reflexes are so sharp that I can easily see her winning any fight. Her blades flash as she fends off the two men's strikes with poise and precision. I remain in my current position, my eyes transfixed on the brawl with intense interest. Dodging a horizontal slash, she leans backward, her backbone forming a perfect arc; slender and curved. Her chest pushes out and up, exposing the perfect tits pointing toward the ceiling as the sides of her bra slide down along her sides. Bree jumps to her left, letting the men’s swords fly past her. Strands of her black hair fall onto her face as she pivots, her hips swaying in a seductive manner.One of the bandits deflects her retaliatory blows with his blade, catching her wrist, while the other man applies a kick to the back of her knee to knock her off balance. She grunts in pain and rolls away, my breath hitching in my throat as my stomach knots anxi
My mind goes blank as I watch her approach me. Am I really going to die? [....][Just pick the +1 life if you’re so scared. Why in the world am I always given the worst users in the Multiverse?]Fine. I choose the +1 life reward. [Reward granted]Without a word, Bree pushes the tip of her dagger against my throat and then slides it up and down. My heart beats wildly in my chest when the cold steel ventures downward, tracing a line across my chest as it cuts through my shirt. I wait for the pain to come, but it doesn’t. And when I look up into Bree’s eyes, I notice her eyes are glazed over as she stares at my bare chest. Desire flickers in her gaze as fascination replaces her earlier fury. Oh, my, how tables have turned. A grin of satisfaction dies before having the chance to bloom on my face. The gag is too tight for my lips to form a smile. “You’ve seen my men. I’m not picky as long as they’re eager to please me,” she says as her blade reaches my navel. “When the nights are cold
As Bree rides the orgasmic aftershocks, her body becomes a lewd map of sensitive spots for me to explore. Every little movement of my tongue brings waves of pleasure that ripple through her, making her arch her back and writhe against the stone. There’s no stopping it now, the flood of gasps and moans that roll from her throat, her thighs closing around my head. I decide to raise the stakes and add more danger to the scenario by testing her limits. Like one of her daggers, I insert my tongue inside her, teasing her pulsating walls. A shrill shriek escapes her mouth, followed quickly by another. "Stop," Bree cries, lifting her upper half from the rock as she continues to moan and pant.Our eyes meet. There's a fire burning in them, her mouth agape in an expression of wanting more. I follow the desire in her gaze instead of her words, my tongue darting even deeper inside her.Her thighs unlock and her hand takes a fistful of my hair, pulling me back. “Are you deaf?” She tries to me
The lustful tension between us sizzles through the air. My eyes linger on her body for a few moments before I forcefully turn her around. "What are you doing?" she asks, her voice wavering slightly.I pause for a moment before I answer. "I'm giving you a choice," I say, my voice low and deep. "You can either stay still and enjoy what I have to offer, or you can go ahead and kill me."Holding back a chuckle at my wisecrack, I press her face and tits against the wall. How could I say, ‘I’m giving you a choice,’ when every second I’m still alive is a choice she makes? Weirdly enough, the idea of her being able to kill me but choosing not to is turning me on so much more than I expected. A mischievous grin spreads across my face. Let’s see how much I can do to her before she decides to end this little game along with my life. Holding her forearms and pulling them back, I force her back to arch. My legs nudge hers to part, and she dutifully obliges. My erection stands straight, pointin
Bree's expression shifts, her eyes flickering with uncertainty as her gaze scours mine, wanting to know if I'm serious about making her beg. The contrast between her glower and her quivering lips reflects the conflict between her mind and her body. I can understand the inner turmoil. If she gives in to me, she is admitting to having a weakness. If she refuses me, she'll have lose out on the potential fuck of a lifetime.Teeth biting into her lower lip, Bree gulps, her eyes returning to my cock which still stands at attention, pointing toward her. “I–I…” she starts, but the words seem to get stuck in her throat. She gulps again and struggles to say the words. This woman fought and killed three men who were her lovers, showing no doubt or even a hint of fear or remorse. Yet, now she can't bring herself to beg and say my name, even if desperation is written all over her face. “I can wait…” I say, and my gaze moves to her cunt. I find it endearing that she can't say it. Bree shies aw